I’ve always liked this song. It’s one of the few songs that I can kind of decently sing and it describes my feelings towards a lot of people who were important to me in years past. It also describes the way I feel about certain people now. This song was originally recorded and made famous by Lulu but my favorite version is this cover by Tina Arena.
Those schoolgirl days Of telling tales and biting nails are gone But in my mind I know they will still live on and on
But how do you thank someone Who has taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn’t easy, but I’ll try
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters That would soar a thousand feet high “To sir, with love”
The time has come For closing books and long last looks must end And as I leave I know that I am leaving my best friend
A friend who taught me right from wrong And weak from strong That’s a lot to learn What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start But I would rather you let me give my heart “To sir, with love”
The other night, I was watching Class of 1984 with a group of friends (including three TSL writers), and I we started discussing what our high schools were known for. When I was a student there, my high school was probably best known for the fact that Jessica Simpson attended the school in the 90s. She didn’t graduate because she left Texas for Hollywood but that was still our claim to fame. It’s interesting because people didn’t care that was my school was also named one of the best high schools in America and that it had an acclaimed drama department. But they definitely cared that Jessica Simpson dropped out before I was even old enough to attend.
(Is it a good thing when your school is best known for a student who dropped out and went on to become a success with G.E.D.?)
Today’s song of the day was inspired by that conversation. Here’s Jessica Simpson, covering These Boots Are Made For Walkin’.
(Yes, I know that no cover can compare to Nancy Sinatra’s other but I didn’t go to Nancy Sinatra’s high school. Plus, I’m a Southern girl with a closet full of boots. I relate to this version.)
You keep sayin’ you’ve got somethin’ for me Somethin’ you call love but confess You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’ And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walkin’ And that’s just what they’ll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Ya
You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’ And you keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’ Now what’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet
These boots are made for walkin’ And that’s just what they’ll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep playin’ where you shouldn’t be playin’ And you keep thinkin’ that you’ll never get burnt (ha) I just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
These boots are made for walkin’ And that’s just what they’ll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Today is Faye Dunaway’s birthday and today’s song of the day is The Happening, which was the theme song of Dunaway’s first movie, 1966’s The Happening! Faye played a hippie who, with George Maharis and Michael Parks, kidnapped Anthony Quinn. The film wasn’t a hit but the song was.
Here are The Supremes with The Happening.
Hey, life, look at me I can see the reality ‘Cause when you shook me, took me out of my world I woke up Suddenly I just woke up to the happening When you find that you left the future behind ‘Cause when you got a tender love You don’t take care of Then you better beware of the happening
One day you’re up, then you turn around You find your world is tumbling down It happened to me, and it can happen to you
I was sure, I felt secure Until love took a detour Yeah, riding high on top of the world It happened, suddenly it just happened I saw my dreams fall apart When love walked away from my heart And when you lose that precious love you need To guide you Something happens inside you, the happening
Now I see life for what it is It’s not all dreams, ooh, it’s not all bliss It happened to me and it can happen to you
Once Ooh, and then it happened Ooh, and then it happened Ooh, and then it happened Ooh, and then it happened
Is it real, is it fake Is this game of life a mistake? ‘Cause when I lost the love I thought was mine For certain, suddenly I started hurting I saw the light too late When that fickle finger of fate Yeah, came and broke my pretty balloon I woke up Suddenly I just woke up to the happening
So sure, I felt secure Until love took a detour ‘Cause when you got a tender love you don’t Take care of, then you better beware of
Songwriters: Alex Mungo / David Taylor / Jasper John Nielson Stainthorpe / Mark Robert Tiplady / Rob Downes / Stephen Wren
Today the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips. Our song of the day is The Golden Path, a collaboration between Wayne and The Chemical Brothers.
As I walked along The supposed golden path I was confronted By mysterious spectre He pointed to the graveyard Over on yonder hill I paused in cosmic reflection Confused on wondering Of how I came to die
Hm! I was confused Coz if I was dead How and why did I die And I composed myself And decided I should face it
Then I stood paralyzed On the supposed golden path And I was confronted By powerful demon force And there was the devil And we spoke his words Flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano And I said: Help me, Lord!! I found myself in some kinda hell But I did not believe in heaven and hell World in opposites kind of reality
But I gained control of myself And decided to press on
As I walked along The supposed golden path I was trembling with fear All the lions and the wizards yet to come I seen in the distance Silver mountains rising high in the clouds And a voice from above did whisper Some shining answer from the moon
Please forgive me I never meant to hurt you
Songwriters: Edmund John Simons / Steven Gregory Drozd / Thomas Owen Mostyn Rowlands / Wayne Michael Coyne
Shirley Eaton has since retired but she had a busy acting and singing career in the 1960s. Her best-know role was playing the ill-fated Jill Masterson in the 1964 Bond film, Goldfinger. She was the one who ended up getting suffocated in gold paint after helping Bond expose Goldfinger as a card cheat.
It seems appropriate, therefore, that today’s song of the day should be that film’s title tune. Enjoy Goldfinger, performed by the great Shirley Bassey.
Goldfinger, he’s the man The man with the midas touch A spider’s touch Such a cold finger Beckons you to enter his web of sin But don’t go in
Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can’t disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he’s kissed her It’s the kiss of death from Mister Goldfinger Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold This heart is cold
Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can’t disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he’s kissed her It’s the kiss of death from Mister Goldfinger Pretty girl, beware of his heart of gold This heart is cold
He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold
The footage in the video below comes from a 1983 film called Koyaanisqatsi. That film featured a soundtrack by Philip Glass. The song is from The Chemical Brother’s first single off of their debut album, Exit Planet Dust.
Today, the Shattered Lens is in the business of wishing a happy birthday to Jermaine Clement, one half of the “Flight of the Conchords” musical group. And you know what that means… it’s BUSINESS TIME!
A friend of mine shared this song with me many years ago, and I still refer to it often. I just laughed my ass off watching this video again. Enjoy, my friends!
Today, the Shattered Lens wishes a happy birthday to Jermaine Clement, who is half of Flight of the Conchords. For today’s song of the day, we have Jeremaine and Bret performing my favorite of their songs, Hurt Feelings (a.k.a. Tears of a Rapper.)
Some people say that rappers don’t have feelings We have feelings. (We have feelings) Some people say that we are not rappers. (We’re rappers.) That hurts our feelings. (Hurts our feelings when you say we’re not rappers.) Some people say that rappers are invincible We’re vincible. (We’re vincible.) What you are about to hear are true stories (Real experiences) Autobiographical raps. Things that happened to us, all true Bring the rhyme!
I make a meal for my friends, Try to make it delicious, Try to keep it nutritious, Create wonderful dishes. Not one of them thinks about the way I feel Nobody compliments the meal
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings I feel like a prize asshole No one even mentions my casserole. I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings. You coulda said something nice about my profiteroles
Here’s a little story to bring a tear to your eye, I was shopping for a wetsuit to scuba dive, But every suit I tried is too big around the thighs, And the assistant suggested I try a ladies’ size
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings I’m not gonna wear a ladies’ wetsuit I’m a man! I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings Get me a small man’s wetsuit, please
It’s my birthday, 2003 Waitin’ for a call from my family They forgot about me
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings The day after my birthday is not my birthday, Mum
I call my friends and say, “Let’s go into town” But they’re all too busy to go into town So I go by myself, I go into town Then I see all my friends, they’re all in town
I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings. They’re all lined up to watch that movie “Maid in Manhattan.”
Have you even been told that your ass is too big? Have you ever been asked if your hair is a wig? Have you ever been told you’re mediocre in bed? Have you ever been told you’ve got a weird-shaped head? Has your family ever forgotten you and driven away? Once again, they forgot about J Were you ever called “homo” ’cause at school you took drama? Have you ever been told that you look like a llama?
Tears of a rapper (don’t wanna make a rapper cry then watch what you say) I’m crying tears of a rapper (I pouring out the bullets of my Icannon) Go play the tears of a rapper (These are the tears of a rapper now) The diamond tears of a rapper (These are the bullet proof 24 karat of tears, of a rapper)
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