This is why Antwerp in Belgium is my favourite City in all the World:-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAUa

I heard a song last week by a new British artist named V.V. Brown called Crying Blood. It sounded so much like an old Motown song. I was struck listening to V.V. Brown that of all the songs out there about the many facets of love, the Motown songs capture it best for me. They are energetic, seductive, joyful (the music itself is very upbeat), and sexy. The thing is these descriptors go for the break-up songs and the you done me wrong songs as well as the head over heels in love songs. I like the juxtaposition of the jaunty music with sad lyrics. In a lot of ways love is a game -- we fall in and out, think we are going to die of if and get over it; sometimes all in the same day. I heard an interview with V.V. Brown and that is exactly what she said about her song Crying Blood.

I won't post any lyrics to the old songs, it wouldn't do them justice -- you just have to have the vocals and the music. It truly is the concomitance of the three that make it work.

Here's a list of my most favorite:
The Shoop Shoop Song (It's in His Kiss) -- Betty Everett (I love this song and I don't think it is actually a Motown)
My Girl -- Temptations
Ain't No Mountain High Enough -- Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
Heat Wave -- Martha & The Vandellas
Shop Around - Miracles
You Can't Hurry Love -- Supremes
Baby Love -- Supremes
Nowhere to Run -- Martha & The Vandellas
It Takes Two Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
Stop In The Name of Love -- Supremes


And for anyone interested here is a You Tube link to Crying Blood. She is a combo of British Punk & 1960's Motown.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGFTTkSGGj4

Saffron wrote:I heard a song last week by a new British artist named V.V. Brown called Crying Blood. It sound so much like an old Motown song. I struck me listening to V.V. Brown that of all the songs out there about the many facets of love, the Motown songs capture it best for me. They are energetic, seductive, joyful (the music itself is very upbeat), and sexy. The thing is these descriptors go for the break-up songs and the you done me wrong songs as well as the head over heels in love songs. I like the juxtaposition of the jaunty music with sad lyrics. In a lot of ways love is a game -- we fall in and out, think we are going to die of if and get over it; sometimes all in the same day. I heard an interview with V.V. Brown and that is exactly what she said about her song Crying Blood.

I won't post any lyrics to the old songs, it wouldn't do them justice -- you just have to have the vocals and the music. It truly is the concomitance of the three that make it work.

Here's a list of my most favorite:
The Shoop Shoop Song (It's in His Kiss) -- Betty Everett (I love this song and I don't think it is actually a Motown)
My Girl -- Temptations
Ain't No Mountain High Enough -- Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
Heat Wave -- Martha & The Vandellas
Shop Around - Miracles
You Can't Hurry Love -- Supremes
Baby Love -- Supremes
Nowhere to Run -- Martha & The Vandellas
It Takes Two Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell
Stop In The Name of Love -- Supremes


And for anyone interested here is a You Tube link to Crying Blood. She is a combo of British Punk & 1960's Motown.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGFTTkSGGj4

I agree completely and your list includes some of my all time favorite Motown songs. I just can't get enough of that stuff, literally, and everytime I hear it, it picks me up immediately, no matter how bad I've been feeling. Love it. Thanks for sharing.

The Shoop Shoop Song (It's in His Kiss) -- Title's kinda fun, huh.

Does he love me, I wanna know
How can I tell if he loves me so
Is it in his eyes, oh no you'll be deceived
Is it in his eyes, oh no he'll make believe
If you wanna know, if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is, oh yeah
Or is it in his face, oh no it's just his charm
In his warm embrace, oh no that's just his arm
If you wanna know, if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is, oh it's in his kiss
That's where it is, oh-oh
Kiss him and squeeze him tight
And find out what you wanna know
If it's love, if it really is
It's there in his kiss
How 'bout the way he acts, oh no that's not the way
And you're not listening to all I say
If you wanna know, if he loves you so
It's in his kiss, that's where it is
Oh yeah it's in his kiss, that's where it is

Oh-oh, kiss him and squeeze him tight
And find out what you wanna know
If it's love, if it really is
It's there in his kiss
How 'bout the way he acts, oh no that's not the way
And you're not listening to all I say
If you wanna know, if he loves you so
It's in his kiss
That's where it is, oh yeah it's in his kiss
That's where it is, oh it's in his kiss

Hello everyone I thought I'd stop in and add one of mine to your collection.

Song:Guide Me
Placed Third in an International Songwriting Contest.
It Received a Certificate of Recognition for remarkable achievement in the "Around The World Promotions" Songwriting Contest (1999)


Guide Me

Heavenly Father help me
To do what is right.
Heavenly Father help me
To sleep through this night.

Heavenly Father give me
The strength that I need
To look those in the eye
Who've done harm to me.

Heavenly Father give me
The Strength to stand in their sight
And Heavenly Father help me
To forgive each night.

Oh, oh, oh , oh......
Oh, oh, oh
Oh. oh. oh. oh
Oh, oh, oh.........

God gives his love to me
In every word I sing
God holds me tight each night
As I lay in sleep

And I pray
I pray
Heavenly Father I pray
Yes I pray
I pray Guide me.........

God gives his love to me
In every word I sing
God holds me tight each night
As I lay in sleep

And I pray
I pray
Heavenly Father I pray
Yes I pray
I pray Guide me.........

© Copyright 2008 All rights reserved.


I hope you enoy it.
Wendy

I've been getting a few sly digs on another thread on here about being new agey and 1970's airy fairy thinking........so I thought, that's right, I am new agey... and airy fairy..... and :
I like it.

So......I thought I'd listen to Mamma Cass......and I'd forgotten how great she was....

Then this one from The Mammas and Pappas got into my head and I thought......

That's poetry that is:

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'

Penelope wrote:I've been getting a few sly digs on another thread on here about being new agey and 1970's airy fairy thinking........so I thought, that's right, I am new agey... and airy fairy..... and :
I like it.

Penelope: From one airy fairy 70's thinker to another, I give you Neil Young. I think he captures the imaginings and the restlessness of that age so well. And airy fairy or not, its interesting that 70's music seems to resonate with a generation to young to remember the 70's and is making a modest come back.

After the Gold Rush

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home.

How lovely to hear from you Giselle!

You've quite made my day.

We've just had a General Election and neither party got a majority of votes.

So the Tories have gone into a coalition with the Liberal Democrats and are going to attempt to run the country together. And this song keeps running around in my head:-

"Misalliance".

The fragrant honeysuckle spirals clockwise to the sun,
And many other creepers do the same.
But some climb anti-clockwise, the bindweed does, for one,
Or Convolvulus, to give her proper name.

Rooted on either side a door, one of each species grew,
And raced towards the window-ledge above.
Each corkscrewed to the lintel in the only way it knew,
Where they stopped, touched tendrils, smiled, and fell in love.

Said the right-handed honeysuckle to the left-handed bindweed,
"Oh, let us get married, if our parents don't mind, we'd
Be loving and inseparable, inextricably entwined, we'd
Live happily ever after" said the honeysuckle to the bindweed.

To the honeysuckle's parents it came as a shock.
"The bindweeds," they cried, "are inferior stock!
They're uncultivated, of breeding bereft,
We twine to the right and they twine to the left."

Said the anti-clockwise bindweed to the clockwise honeysuckle,
"We'd better start saving, many a mickle macks a muckle,
Then run away for a honeymoon and hope that our luck'll
Take a turn for the better" said the bindweed to the honeysuckle.

A bee who was passing remarked to them then,
"I've said it before and I'll say it again,
Consider your offshoots, if offshoots there be,
They'll never receive any blessing from me".

"Poor little sucker, how will it learn,
When it is climbing, which way to turn?
Right, left, what a disgrace,
Or it may go straight up and fall flat on its face!"

Said the right-hand-thread honeysuckle to the left-hand-thread bindweed,
"It seems they're against us, all fate has combined.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Colombine,
Thou art lost and gone forever, we shall never intertwine".

Together, they found them, the very next day,
They had pulled up their roots and just shrivelled away.
Deprived of that freedom for which we must fight,
To veer to the left or to veer to the right!

Penelope

I heard your PM elect on the radio this morning along with his new political 'friend'. It was quite a light hearted clip which was refreshing in this world of glum and sometimes horrible news (oil slicks, road side bombs). The Brits have a way of laughing about a serious situation, many times with themselves as the target of humour, which I think is an endearing quality. Your song reminded me of how political awareness and social change were so front and center in the 60's and 70's and intertwined into daily life, the media and society's consciousness at large.

Along these light hearted/intertwined lines, here is the first verse from Bob Dylan's "Subterranean" - one comment on these lyrics .. he does not say "thinking about the government" he says "thinkin bout da guvman", and there is a difference in meaning.

Subterranean Homesick Blues

Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Giselle:

I love the last line:

The Pump don't work 'cos the vandals took the handle.

I once said this on a bus full of high school students recently, when the automatic doors didn't open at our stop.

They looked at me 'gone out' as we say around here.

They don't educate them properly these days you know!