SOTD #174
Today’s song is Cool For Cats by Squeeze
The Indians send signals
From the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take positions
In the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the Corporal
She is tied against the tree
She doesn’t mind the language
It’s the beating she don’t need
She lets loose all the horses
When the Corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fire’s dead
And arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around
And says it’s cool for cats
It’s cool for cats - Cool for cats
One of those all-time classic songs. If you haven’t heard it in a while or (God forbid) you’ve never heard it, then now would be a good time.
Costly
Apparently, children who do poorly at maths cost the UK taxpayer £2.4bn….
… presumably, when they become Chancellor and make a complete hash of running the economy!
SOTD #173
Today’s song is Footballer’s Wife by Amy MacDonald
Oh Mr James Dean, he don’t belong to anything
Oh he left before they could get him
With their ways, their wicked ways
Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?
I didn’t hear all your stories
I didn’t see all your glory
But the footballer’s wife tells her troubles and strife
I just don’t care in the end
Who is she to pretend
That she’s one of them?
I don’t think so
And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
She thinks she’s some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
I don’t think so, I don’t think so
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Won’t you dance for me cos I just don’t care
What’s going on today
I think there’s something more, something more
And I’m gone with the wind like they were before
But I’m believing myself I think there’s something more
There must be something more
I think there’s something more, something more
I can’t remember where I heard Amy MacDonald first, but her album This Is The Life sat in my wish list for quite some time. I eventually got round to buying the album over Christmas, and it has been on almost constant repeat since. This track, to me, is a commentary on the vacuous nature of modern fame and it’s superb.
SOTD #172
Today’s song is Jungleland by Bruce Springsteen
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The Rat’s own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what’s fantasy and the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
A classic Springsteen track. My favourite version is the one that appears on the Live in NYC set.
SOTD #171
Today’s song is (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared…saying don’t be afraid
Come on baby…and she had no fear
And she ran to him…then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye…she had become like they are
She had taken his hand…she had become like they are
Come on baby…don’t fear the reaper
After yesterday’s Boston track, I had to play this one for you. Every CD collection I’ve ever come across that contained one of the two tracks, also contained the other - quite often right next to each other. So, really I had no choice.
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