Penelope wrote:Giselle,Saffron and Me - Germany, Canada and England - All together now - 1 2 3

What a great little number! I knew what song it was right away, but could not remember the name (I had to look) -- Oh Babe What Would You Say by Hurricane Smith. This is a song they used to play at the Roller Rink when I was a kid.

BTW: I'm USA not Canada -- hard for me to believe sometimes, but here I am in the good ol' USA.

Saffron: I am sorry, I always think you are in Canada - in spite of the flag - I hate flags and try not to look at them anyway.

But I saw your photo in the gallery once and you are the absolute image of my friend Janet, who went to live in Vancouver in the 1960's. I missed her, although still in touch.

So I always think - Canadian. Sorry. You all sound the same to us you know!!

Oh Bugger, I've just remembered, it is Oblivion in Germany.

Giselle is a lovely Aussie........

Profound apologies. It is only 11.00am here, I'm not drunk, honest.

Who was it that caught you falling
And put you back on your feet
Who was it that tripped you any way
(In order that the two of us would meet)
It was me and I'll tell you why
Oh! I did it because of my
Pure unabashed devotion to loving you
Who was it that tried to kiss you
Despite a very definite now
And who was it that managed to succeed
(In getting it with your fist down below)
It was me and I'll tell you why
Oh! I did it because of my
Pure unabashed devotion to loving
You and me both feel the same
We even look alike
And like it's a bloomin' shame
That because we do
People think we're you
Know what I mean
Who was it that came to see you
When there was no-one else in sight
And who was it that stayed over an hour
(And not as I'd expected over night)
It was me and I'll tell you why
Oh! I did it because of my
Pure unabashed devotion to loving
Pure unabashed devotion to loving
You, you, you, you
Who was it that caught you falling

Gilbert O'Sullivan - his real name is Ray

Penelope wrote:Oh Bugger, I've just remembered, it is Oblivion in Germany.

Giselle is a lovely Aussie........

Profound apologies. It is only 11.00am here, I'm not drunk, honest.

Penny, I don't mind being thought of as a Canadian - I'd be proud to be one.

Now I know this is a silly one but it is a great example of the way Macartney and the Beatles in their day composed songs from snippets. Paul verges on 'spoken word' in the earlier verses, sounding almost conversational. I think it catches the sense of the times, the early 70's, as the idealism of the 60's was looking a little worn around the edges, the Vietnam war was intensifying and everything was looking a bit confused. Of course, this was when the Beatles had fallen apart as well, so another element of disintegration. This song has that dreamy, airy-fairy tone that was present in some of the Beatles tunes (ie - Octopus's Garden, Eleanor Rigby) but in other pop music as well ... remember "Aquarias"?

Uncle Albert - Paul and Linda Macartney (1971)

We're so sorry, uncle albert,
We're so sorry if we caused you any pain.
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But there's no one left at home
And i believe it's gonna rain.

We're so sorry but we haven't heard a thing all day,
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But if anything should happen
We'll be sure to give a ring.

We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But we haven't done a bloody thing all day.
We're so sorry, uncle albert,
But the kettle's on the boil
And we're so easily called away.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,
Doo-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,
Uh-uh -

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Admiral halsey notified me,
He had to have a berth or he couldn't get to sea.
I had another look and i had a cup of tea and a butter pie.

"couldn't put it in something else
So i pulled it in the pie, alright!"

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.

Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.

Hands across the water, heads across the sky,
Hands across the water, heads across the sky.

Oh thank you for that Giselle.

Isn't it lovely not to be intense? I sometimes think that pop songs should cheer us up, leaving intensity and passion to the Opera buffs:

This was such a catchy tune - It's accompanied me all my life it seems -

Thanks to Randy Newman, I beleive.

I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow a coat to wear
Oh I'd step out in style with my sincere smile and my dancing bear
Outrageous alarming courageous charming
Oh who would think a boy and bear
Could be well accepted everywhere
It's just amazing how fair people can be

Seen at the nicest places where well fed faces all stop to stare
Making the grandest entrance is Simon Smith and his dancing bear
They'll love us, won't they?
They feed us, don't they?
Oh, who would think a boy and bear
Could be well accepted everywhere
It's just amazing how fair people can be

Who needs money when you're funny?
The big attraction everywhere
Will be Simon Smith and his dancing bear
It's Simon Smith and the amazing dancing bear

Hey, I just figured out a favorite tune of mine is a Bob Dylan. I know it from Cover Girl by Shawn Colvin. What brought it to mind, you ask? Was just thinking about DWill away in Colorado for the week and it popped into my head. So, this one spins for DWill --

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Oh Saffron, don't we make real friends on here.

Lovely post - thank you!!

Penelope wrote:Oh Saffron, don't we make real friends on here.

Lovely post - thank you!!

Hello, hello! Long time since we connected on BT.