SoTD: Song of The Day

Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve

She didn’t recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.

We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn’t find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

She said shed married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn’t like to lie.

I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn’t sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.

She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne…

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.

Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain…

Artist: Dan Fogelberg
Album: Innocent Age
Release Date: 1981

Thanks for the memory
Of things I can’t forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond’rous week in Martinique
And Vegas and roulette
How lucky I was

And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea
Dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London
But we didn’t stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh’s on me

But thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill
I’ve been through the mill
I’ve lived a lot and learned a lot
You loved me not and still
I miss you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog
Even in a fog
That barbecue in Malibu
Away from all the smog
How rainy it was

Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed
Books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look
I need a book by Sigmund Freud
How brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on Broadway
Together we’d go to a great show
But now I begin with the late show
And wish that you
Were watching, too

I know it’s a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that’s a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much

Artist: Bob Hope
Album: Duets: Cocktail Hour
Release Date: 2001

Between the perfect world and the bottom line
Keeping love alive in these troubled times
It’s a miracle in itself
And we know too well what that’s about
Still we made it through, only God knows how
We must’ve had a little help
(Must’ve been)

Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be

Well it must’ve been hard, it must’ve been tough
Keeping up with crazy fools like us
‘Cause it’s so easy to fall apart
And we still break each other’s heart sometimes
Spent some nights on the jagged side
Somehow we wake up in each other’s arms
(Must’ve been)

Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be

There are some nights
I watch you while you dream
I swear I hear the sound of beating wings

Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Watching over you and me
Wild Angels, Wild Angels
Baby what else could it be

Artist: Martina McBride
Album: Wild Angels
Release Date: 1995

My head is like an unblocked drain
My head is full of brains
My instincts are to kiss this train
I hear it coming

You’re conscience says mind how you go
Your ulcer still says no
Your morals ebb
Your morals flow
Your mouth is running

The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone

My arms are like two shipyard cranes
That may not work again
My fortunes wax
My fortunes wane
My senses sunder

A cup would cheer
The cheerless heart
The path I dare not chart
I look askance, not quite the part

Someone has blundered
The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone

To all this scoundrel scheme of things
To all the pain it brings
To all those who pull the strings
I said good riddance

So pass the time to coin a phrase
I’ll mint a million ways
To counterfeit my solid days
And split the difference

The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why

The normal rules do not apply
And mine is not to reason why
Gone, gone, gone

Artist: Echo And The Bunnymen
Album: Reverberation
Release Date: 1990

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They’re falling down like a domino

All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian

Blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They’ve got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more

All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They’re walking like an Egyptian

All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian

Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac

If you want to find all the cops
They’re hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block

All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptians

All the cops in the donut shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian

Artist: The Bangles
Album: Different Light
Release Date: 1986

Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share

Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Christmas time is here
We’ll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year…

Artist: Charles M. Schulz
Release Date: 1966

I remember hearing this one as a kid when I visited my Grandparents down in Ottumwa, Iowa, in the early 70’s around Christmas time. My grandmother just adored this song, so I’m dedicating this post to her.

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Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, woof, woof, arf

Bark, bark, bark,
Arf, bark, bark, bark
Bark, woof, woof, woof, woof.

Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, woof, woof, arf

Bark, bark, bark,
Arf, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, woof, woof.

Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, woof, woof, arf

Bark, bark, bark
Arf, bark, bark, bark
Bark, woof, woof, woof, woof.
Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, woof, woof, arf

Bark, bark, bark,
Arf, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, woof, woof.

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Bark, bark, arf
Bark, bark, woof, woof, arf

Bark, bark, bark,
Arf, bark, bark, bark
Bark, bark, bark, woof, woof.

Release Date: 1955

Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don’t know if I should put it on this record, yaknahmsayin?
Man go ahead and kick it man
Let the people know what’s happenin’ man
You know brothers out there sellin’ out man
Why they goin’ out like that man?
Yo, sellin’ out like it ain’t nothin’ man
I ain’t with it

Dig it, I’m just a brother from L.A.
South Central, I live life the fly way
Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game
Infamy got dumped for fame
Now I’m known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme;
but my lyrics are deeper
Because I’m the one that makes you think before make a move
I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers", and "Colors" just to prove
that I could kick game, and drop knowledge at the same time
But one L.A. station wouldn’t play my records one time
I’m tryin’ to save my community
but these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin’ me
They don’t care about violence, drugs and gangs
KJLH, you ain’t about nuttin’
You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers
and this one’s for me

You won’t play no Public Enemy
You ain’t playin’ no Boogie Down Productions
You ain’t tryin’ to represent the black community
You just carin’ about your little ol’ R&B +BULL+
you play all day and night
I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
and you ain’t did NUTTIN for me
Think about it

Hold up, I ain’t finished on the diss tip
There’s a few more punks that I got to rip
All you chump MC’s who sell out quick
When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip
But now they got problems and you suckers run
Who’s Chuck’s real friends, does he really have one?
You yell P.E. this, P.E. that
Fist in the air, proud to be black
Now they got static and you run like punks
I haven’t heard an MC stand up for him once
Maybe you suckers are just hopin’ that they fall off
so you can fill their shoes, nope sorry boss
That’s what the matter with black people anyway
We ain’t down with nothin’, I don’t care what you say
yell or lie, don’t even bother
How low will a brother go for a dollar?
Public Enemy broke a new rap age
And now you rappers ain’t got nuttin’ to say?
"Yo it’s their problem"
"Griff shouldn’ta said it"
E where’s my pistol? (Yo I’ll go get it)
Cause it’s time for me to enforce some discipline
Are you down or not, are you out or in?
Chuck Flav and Griff are my true friends
I got their backs if it means my career ends

All you so-called down MC’s with Public Enemy
I ain’t heard nobody out there, tryin’ to help my man out
YouknowhatI’msayin? Griff is my man, I don’t care WHAT he said
YouknowhatI’msayin? And I ain’t gon’ let them go out like that
YouknowhatI’msayin? Chuck, Ice got your back
Anybody out there got problems with Public Enemy, come talk to me

Once again, I’m back in the diss mode
I gotta speak my mind, it’s time to unload
on this so-called government we’ve got
If I lied like them, I think I’d get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it’s us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
My homey got a year for an ounce of weed
while Bush sells weapons to the enemy
You gotta be stone blind not to see
"Our government is honest!" Nigga, please
Cocaine can’t be made in the United States
Kickin’ facts like this our government hates
The young kids on the streets ain’t the enemy
They’re just ghetto youth after money
They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them?
Try the C.I.A. my friend
or the F.B.I. or even Bush
Somebody’s gettin’ rich, damn sure ain’t us
We’re just killin’ ourselves while others laugh
Look at the street, it’s a cocaine bloodbath
We gotta realize dope is pure death
Mess with drugs, you’re breathin’ your last breath
Sellin’ drugs is straight up genocide
They’re gonna laugh, while we all die

Sittin’ up there thinkin’ you’re makin’ that money
Hustlin’ and all that, you’re killin’ your brothers
YouknowhatI’msayin? You just stupid, straight up stupid
Puttin’ dope into your body – c’mon, youknowhatI’msayin?
You gotta get somethin’ goin’ out there
Get some brains, youknowhatI’msayin?
We are just playin’ ourselves cold out of the pocket

This one’s for me, I make records for you
but this cut I straight out had to do
There’s topics in my mind I have to break
cause so many of you out there are so damn fake
If ya ain’t know they’re no-one, cutthroats
backstabbers, schemin’ for banknotes
And all of you out there know what I’m talkin’ bout
If you claim you’re down then NEVER sell-out
Never sell out, youknowhatI’msayin?
You gotta stay down for yours
You know I want it, sure as I’m Ice-T
I make records for you, but this one’s for me

You know what I’m talkin’ bout out there
There’s ways to sell out left and right
But you ain’t got to do that
There’s things more important than money
I’m talkin’ bout pride, I’m talkin’ ‘bout dignity
You got it out there
All you got to do is stand on your own two feet
Don’t go out like no sucker
Stay down, youknowhatI’msayin?
Peace!

Artist: Ice-T
Album: The Iceberg
Release Date: 1989