The Music Thread

[IceWizard]

Shaggy





Mr. Bombastic (Original) HD

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Here's a few 'one hit wonders' from the 60's





Alley Oop - The Hollywood Argyles





Hot Rod Lincoln - Commander Cody and the Lost Planet Airmen





Mr. Custer by Larry Verne





My Boomerang Won't Come Back - Charlie Drake





Rolf Harris - "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport"





Little Jimmy Dickens - May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose





IRON BUTTERFLY - IN A GADDA DA VIDA - 1968 (ORIGINAL FULL VERSION)



I have a few more... I'll post them L8r

[IceWizard]

Boots Randolph - Yakety Sax





The Statler Brothers - Flowers On The Wall (Columbia - 1966)





Jeannie C. Riley - Harper Valley P.T.A.





Tony Joe White - Polk Salad Annie





Buchanan Brothers - Medicine Man





Tom Glazer and the Do-Re-Mi Children's Chorus - On Top of Spaghetti

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THE EDSELS - "RAMA LAMA DING DONG" (1961)





RINGO by LORNE GREENE





I've Got A Tiger By The Tail , Buck Owens and the Buckaroos ,1964 Vinyl





Hippy Hippy Shakes - The Swinging Blue Jeans





BUBBLE PUPPY - HOT SMOKE and SASAFRASS

[Charon]

oh wow, counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all, playing solitaire till dawn, with a deck of 51.  but, don't tell me, i got nothing to do...

and, spanky, gunsmoke.  woot!!


FLOWERS ON THE WALL:

I keep hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're givin' me is conscience I guess
If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun

Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this swinger down
So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doin' fine
You can always find me here, I'm havin' quite a time

Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

It's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete

Countin' flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me I've nothin' to do

Don't tell me I've nothin' to do

[IceWizard]

Good ole tunes! I remember em on the radio...

(oops did I say that out loud)

Ice

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They used to sing this to the Bonanza theme song:::

"With a gun and a rope,
And a bag full-f d0pe...
BONANZA!"

Ice

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Edit

not me of coarse... I just heard that

[Roses]

[Linville]

Hi Roses

[Charon]

Good song, Roses. thank u.

[Roses]

Good Afternoon Charon & Linville.

Hi Ice. Thanks for the memories with your posts here.

[Charon]

This is Phil Ochs.  He wrote about Kitty genovese being raped while so many NYC apt dwellers watched.  And no one called 9 11.  The attacker left her there for 30 minutes screaming.  He came back and stabbed her to death.  Because no one cared.  This was my first public speaking at college.  This case had changed me so dramatically.  (My God, my sister and i must have driven cops crazy in my expensive little town of long ago.  We called if we heard a car horn going off for 10 or 20 minutes as we felt one could have had a heart attack and be slumped against the wheel.)






Lyrics
Look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed
C Em F G
They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed
E Am
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
F Am Dm G
But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game
C Am Eb
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Cm F
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Riding down the highway, yes, my back is getting stiff
Thirteen cars are piled up, they're hanging on a cliff.
Maybe we should pull them back with our towing chain
But we gotta move and we might get sued and it looks like it's gonna rain
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Sweating in the ghetto with the (colored/Panthers) and the poor
The rats have joined the babies who are sleeping on the floor
Now wouldn't it be a riot if they really blew their tops?
But they got too much already and besides we got the cops
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends.

Oh there's a dirty paper using sex to make a sale
The Supreme Court was so upset, they sent him off to jail.
Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine. (*)
But we're busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Smoking marihuana is more fun than drinking beer,
But a friend of ours was captured and they gave him thirty years
Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why
But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Oh look outside the window, there's a woman being grabbed
They've dragged her to the bushes and now she's being stabbed
Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain
But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game
And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody
Outside of a small circle of friends

Written by Phil Ochs • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

[Charon]

The Streets Of London
Ralph McTell
Have you seen the old man,
In the closed down market,
Picking up the papers,
With his worn out shoes,
In his eyes you see no pride,
And hanging loosely at his side,
Yesterdays paper,
Telling yesterdays news,
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind,


And have you seen the old dear,
Who walks the streets of London,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home,
In two carrier bags,
So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind,


And in the all night cafe,
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man,
Sitting there on his own,
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
And each tea lasts an hour,
And he wanders home alone,
So how can you tell me that you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind,


And have you seen the old man,
Outside the seaman's mission,
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears,
And in the winter city,
The rain cries a little pity,
One more forgotten hero,
And a World that doesn't care,
So how can you tell me that you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine,
Well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Songwriters: Ralph Mc Tell
The Streets Of London lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.