SoTD: Oingo Boingo – Heard Somebody Cry

I thought I heard somebody cry
I though I heard somebody cry
I went to see what I could find
Like flowers in the dead of night
Like shadows in the moonlight -
I though I heard somebody cry
A choir with a single voice – A picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect – To pick up all your thoughts

It isn’t true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul . . . Come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat . . . Stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet . . . Walk
Through the halls at night
When I’m asleep
I don’t believe . . . I don’t believe

The shoe is on the other foot – The glove is on the fist
The first is like a cannonball – But it feels like a kiss
I got a bed that’s real soft – In a room that’s always sad
I thought I heard a window sigh -
I though I heard somebody cry

It isn’t true
I am not the ghost
Without a soul . . . Come
Listen to my heart
You feel the beat . . . Stop
Listen to the sound
Of moving feet . . . Walk
Through the halls at night
When I’m asleep
I don’t believe . . .I don’t believe

A choir with a single voice – a picnic on a cliff
Antenna like an insect – To pick up all your thoughts
I sip the running water – Like rivers from your eyes
I thought I heard somebody cry – Somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry – Somebody might be lost
I thought I heard somebody cry – I thought I’d go and see
I thought I heard somebody cry – Somebody might be me

Artist: Oingo Boingo
Album: Dead Man’s Party
Release Date: 1985

SoTD: Blondie – Tide Is High

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no

It’s not the things you do that tease and wound me bad
But it’s the way you do the things you do to me

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no…

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear ’til it’s my turn

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no…

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one
Number one, number one

Every girl wants you to be her man
But I’ll wait my dear ’til it’s my turn

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that
Oh, no…

The tide is high but I’m holding on
I’m gonna be your number one

Artist: Blondie
Album: Autoamerican
Release Date: 1980

SoTD: Inner Circle – Bad Boys

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Bad boys
Whatcha want, whatcha want
Whatcha gonna do
When sheriff John Brown come for you
Tell me
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna dooo
Yeah yeah

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

When you were eight
And you had bad traits
You go to school
And learn the golden rule
So why are you
Acting like a bloody fool
If you get hot
You must get cool

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

You chuck it on that one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on your mother and
You chuck it on your father
You chuck it on your brother and
You chuck it on your sister
You chuck it on that one and
You chuck it on me

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Nobody naw give you no break
Police naw give you no break
Soldier naw give you no break
Not even you idren naw give you no break
Hehe

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Why did you have to act so mean
Don’t you know you’re human being
Born of a mother with the love of a father
Reflections come and reflections go
I know sometimes you want to let go
Hehehe
I know sometimes you want to let go

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

You’re too bad, you’re too cool
You’re too bad, you’re too cool

You’re too bad, you’re too cool
You’re too bad, you’re too cool

You chuck it on that one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on your mother and
You chuck it on your father
You chuck it on your brother and
You chuck it on your sister
You chuck it on that one and
You chuck it on me

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you

Artist: Inner Circle
Album: One Way
Release Date: 1987

SoTD: Iggy Pop – Billy Is A Runaway

Billy was a bird dog
He pulled up in a Bonneville
I went to see my manager
He usually handles these things

Billy pulled his wallet
Full of hundred dollar bills
Took me for a joyride
Talkin’ ’bout the stereo
Drivin’ in the left lane
I’m thinkin’ ’bout my burial

We pulled into the liquor store
And he was underage
And all he said to me was
Put your money away

‘Cause Billy is a runaway

Billy’s got a family
Gonna skin him alive
His dope dealing sister
Wants him to join the enterprise

I leave him at the motel
They can talk it all over
His sister’s got a baby now
And Billy hardly knows her

Well I’m a friendly kind of guy
And I had to have him over
I gave him a drink
What do you think?
His hands start shakin’
His boots start quakin’

Billy is a runaway!
Billy is a runaway!
Billy is a runaway!
Billy is a runaway…

Runaway!
Runaway!
Runaway!
Runaway!
Runaway!

His hands start shakin’
His boots start quakin’

Runaway baby

Billy is a runaway
Billy is a runaway

Artist: Iggy Pop
Album: New Values
Release Date: 1979

SoTD: Adam Sandler – Ode To My Car

Here we go!

Piece of shit car
I got a piece of shit car
That fuckin’ pile of shit
Never gets me very far

My car’s a big piece of shit
‘Cause the shocks are fucking shot
And my seatbelt’s fucking broken
I got to tie it in a knot
(It’s a piece of shit)

I can’t see through the windshield
‘Cause it’s got a big fucking’ crack
And the interior smells real bad
‘Cause my friend puked in the back
(It’s a piece of shit)

(Piece of shit car)
Piece of shit car
(He’s got a piece of shit car)
It sucks royal dick
(That fuckin’ pile of shit)
100% crap
(Never gets him very far)
Oh fuck you car

It’s got no CD player, it only got the 8-track
Whoever designed my car can lick my sweaty nut sack
(They can bite his ass too)
And I got no fuckin’ brakes
I’m always way out of control
Eleven times a day I hear “Hey, watch it asshole”
(You fuckin’ piece of shit)

(Piece of shit car)
I got piece of shit car
(He got a piece of shit car)
Diesel gas sucks my ass
(That fuckin’ pile of shit)
That pile of metal shit
(Never gets him very far)

Oh what the fuck did I do
What the fuck did I do
What the fuck did I do
To get stuck with you
You’re too wide for drive-through
And you smell like the shoe
But I’m too broke to buy something new
Oh fuck me

Well the engine likes to flood
The car always fuckin’ stalls
And the seat cushion’s got a big rip
So a spring always pokes the balls
(Ouch, ouch, ouch)
Plus the door locks are busted
I gotta use a fucking coat hanger
(What a pain in his ass)
And if a girlie sees my car
There’s no chance I’ll ever bang her
(He never ever gets the pussy)
Hey shut up
(Piece of shit car)
You piece of shit car

(You got a piece of shit car)
You piece of shit car
(Piece of shit car)
Bald fuckin’ tires
(You got a piece of shit car)
No rearview fucking mirror
(Piece of shit car)
Seven different colors
(You got a piece of shit car)
Fucking rag for a gas cap
(Piece of shit car)
Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere
(You got a piece of shit car)
(Piece of shit car)
(You got a piece of shit car)
(Piece of shit car)
Oh the whole town thinks I’m a loser
(You got a piece of shit car)
Cabby give me a push
(Piece of shit car…)

Artist: Adam Sandler
Album: What The Hell Happened To Me?
Release Date: 1996

SoTD: 10,000 Maniacs – These Are The Days

These are the days
These are days you’ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

These are days that you’ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You’ll know it’s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It’s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
It’s true
Then you’ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they’re speaking
To you, to you

Artist: 10,000 Maniacs
Album: Our Time In Eden
Release Date: 1992

SoTD: Adam Ant – Rip Down

Rip down up and down
The night kept coming in
There was nothing I could do
To stop your suffering
Well it hardly does you fair
Headlines made from potty chairs

So rip down up and down
The night kept coming in

Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.

Rip down up and down

The night just hung around
A chipmunk full of bitter nuts
And a holy roller sound
Just mop-mop and that’s it
Nearly made us quit
So rip down up and down
The night kept coming in

Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.

Rip down up and down
The night just wouldn’t go
On the unsolved crimes list he is
He frisbeed his halo
For my memory
Or a dart from a Ubangi

Rip down up and down
The night kept coming in.

Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.

Last chance buddy, your last chance
No re-runs just this performance
I was wounded, she was beautiful.

Artist: Adam Ant
Album: Vive Le Rock
Release Date: 1985

SoTD: Wade Hemsworth – The Black Fly Song

‘Twas early in the spring when I decide to go
For to work up in the woods in North On-tar-i-o
The unemployment office said they’d send me through
To the Little Abi-tibi with the survey crew

And the black flies, the little black flies
Always the black fly, no matter where you go
I’ll die with the black fly a-picking my bones
In North On-tar-i-o-i-o, in North On-tar-i-o

Now the man, black Toby was the captain of the crew
And he said, “I’m gonna tell you boys what we’re gonna do
They want to build a power dam and we must find a way
For to make the Little Ab flow around the other way”

So we survey to the east and we survey to the west
And we couldn’t make our minds up how to do it best
Little Ab, Little Ab, what shall I do
For I’m all but goin’ crazy on the survey crew

It was black fly, black fly everywhere
A-crawlin’ in your whiskers, a-crawlin’ in your hair
A-swimmin’ in the soup, and a’swimmin in the tea
Oh the devil take the black fly and let me be

Black Toby fell to swearin’ ’cause the work went slow
And the state of our morale was gettin’ pretty low
And the flies swarmed heavy, it was hard to catch a breath
As you staggered up and down the trail talkin’ to yourself

Now the bull cook’s name was Blind River Joe
If it hadn’t been for him we’d have never pulled through
For he bound up our bruises, and he kidded us for fun
And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum

At last the job was over, Black Toby said, We’re through
With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew
‘Twas a wonderful experience and this I know
I’ll never go again to North Ontar-i-o

And the black flies, the little black flies
Always the black fly, no matter where you go
I’ll die with the black fly a-picking my bones
In North On-tar-i-o-i-o, in North On-tar-i-o

Artist: Wade Hemsworth
Album: NFB
Release Date 1949

SoTD: Rob Zombie – Dragula

Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Dig through the ditches,
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Lyrics: Rob Zombie
Album: Dragula
Release Date: 1998

SoTD: Tom Petty – I Won’t Back Down

Well I won’t back down, no I won’t back down
You could stand me up at the gates of hell
but I won’t back down

Gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around
and I’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down
Gonna stand my ground and I won’t back down

Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
and I won’t back down

Well I know what’s right, I got just one life
in a world that keeps on pushin’ me around
but I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down

Hey baby there ain’t no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
and I won’t back down
No, I won’t back down

Artist: Tom Petty
Album: Full Moon Fever
Release Date: 1989