Song Lyric Thursday


This weeks song lyric Thursday* is a song from my pirate husband’s library – Rasputin by Boney M. A great tune to workout to and a refresher in the Russian Revolution for good measure.

 

 

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she’d heard the things he’d done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

“This man’s just got to go!” declared his enemies
But the ladies begged “Don’t you try to do it, please”
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they’re not to blame
“Come to visit us” they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said “I feel fine”

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn’t quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians…

*This will be the last song lyric post on Thursdays. The feature has grown stale for me, but it was fun for  a while.


Ya gotta love XM. Whole channels devoted to decades of really bad music that you would never admit listening to – unless you were running for POTUS. But I heard this on the 80’s station*, and I just knew I could find a YouTube of it** to share.

I think the last hit this group had was the song in Pretty Woman when Julia Robert’s hooker with a heart character*** left her emotionally blocked John, played by Richard Gere, to wonder why he was the morally challenged one in their “relationship”.

But I digress. Dangerous isn’t one of Roxette’s better remembered tunes but it is a great one to run fast and free (think Phoebe in Friends****) and far too. 

Dangerous

You pack your bag.
You take control.
You’re moving into my heart
and into my soul.
Get out of my way!
Get out of my sight!
I won’t be walking on thin
ice to get through the night.

Hey, where’s your work?
What’s your game?
I know your business
but I don’t know your name…
Hold on tight,
you know she’s a little bit dangerous.
She’s got what it takes to make ends meet
the eyes of a lover that hit like heat.
You know she’s a little bit dangerous.

You turn around,
so hot and dry.
You’re hiding under a halo,
your mouth is alive.
Get out of my way!
Get out of my sight!
I’m not attracted to go-go deeper tonight.

 

 

Hey, what’s your word?
What’s your game?
I know your business
but I don’t know your name…
Hold on tight…

*I am not ashamed of this revelation.

**There probably isn’t a bad song in existence that someone with no life and/or too much free time hasn’t turned into a YouTube clip.

***Crappiest version of Cinderella to date.

****Remember the episode where Phoebe embarrasses Rachel with her jogging style?


A great song even if Mariah sings it.*

All I Want for Christmas is You

I don’t want a lot for Christmas 
There’s just one thing I need 
I don’t care about the presents 
Underneath the Christmas tree 
I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
All I want for Christmas is… 
You 

I don’t want a lot for Christmas 
There’s just one thing I need 
I don’t care about the presents 
Underneath the Christmas tree 
I don’t need to hang my stocking 
There upon the fireplace 
Santa Claus won’t make me happy 
With a toy on Christmas day 
I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
All I want for Christmas is you 
You baby 

I won’t ask for much this Christmas 
I don’t even wish for snow 
I’m just gonna keep on waiting 
Underneath the mistletoe 
I won’t make a list and send it 
To the North Pole for Saint Nick 
I won’t even stay awake to 
Hear those magic reindeers click 
‘Cause I just want you here tonight 
Holding on to me so tight 
What more can I do 
Baby all I want for Christmas is you 
Ooh baby 
All the lights are shining 
So brightly everywhere 
And the sound of children’s 
Laughter fills the air 
And everyone is singing 
I hear those sleigh bells ringing 
Santa won’t you bring me the one I really need 
Won’t you please bring my baby to me… 

Oh I don’t want a lot for Christmas 
This is all I’m asking for 
I just want to see my baby 
Standing right outside my door 
Oh I just want you for my own 
More than you could ever know 
Make my wish come true 
Baby all I want for Christmas is… 
You 

All I want for Christmas is you… baby (repeat and fade) 

 

*At least she doesn’t squeak like a mouse throughout, but you’ll have to follow the link. Damn YouTube won’t allow the embedding for this one.


I live in a northern town. A place where the sky seems close enough to touch and the stars are all wrong and yet strangely finally where they are supposed to be.

 

Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma

They sat on the stoney ground
And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down
To listen.
He said “In winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy
And the Beatles.”

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
They shut the factory down.
Ah hey ma ma ma

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down
To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Take it easy on your self
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a northern town
Ah hey ma ma ma
Into the Night
Ah hey ma ma ma hey ah
Life in a Northern Town
Ah hey ma ma ma


Rob was listening to music while data crunching last evening when the song, Set in Motion, by the Canadian band, Sloan, came on. I may have heard the song before but sometimes lyrics grab a person’s attention more when current circumstances have them finely tuned due to the current events.

So when I heard the opening lines,

“They’re coming out with the movie version of my life

Based on the novel that shouldn’t have been written either”

I knew I had my song lyrics for the week.

The video is live and the song is sandwiched between the closing of one number and the opening of another. And for future reference, I don’t do nude scenes either but I am open to the idea of stunts.

 

oooooooooo

They’re coming out with the movie version of my life
Based on the novel that shouldn’t have been written either

I called them up and asked to meet the director
To see who would play me and he said
We talked about actors but thought instead
“That playing yourself might lend some cred”

All the time I’m trying to halt the production
Apparently one day (long ago) I gave them all my permission

If That’s the case let’s hammer some details
Remember I already sold them once
I don’t do nude scenes or my own stunts
The features a failure on all fronts

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

And on and on we argued..
After all that the thing was banned
To try and drum up the popular demand
Ask the director where I should stand

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion
It will happen anyway

Just accept that these things are going to happen
Everything is set in motion


The fall of 2005 found me anxiously awaiting the release of Eminem’s greatest hits CD titled Curtain Call. An odd thing, I suppose, for a forty-something high school remedial English teacher to be coveting. I didn’t really know any of his work beyond the pop-y stuff on MTV. But I sensed an anger roiling beneath his surface which matched my own and being someone who finds music therapeutic I knew instinctively this collection was something I needed.

I’d spent the summer on a hamster wheel of grad school and care taking. By September I was dealing with a new assignment in a new school with children who ranged from merely disenfranchised to criminally inclined, and the nursing home was calling me daily about one new crisis after another. I was pushing for hospice. Death shadowed Will’s eyes. I could see the little that was left of him fading and fighting for release at the same time. He was running fevers the doctor on staff was dismissing as a late summer cold. The enamel had been eaten off his teeth by the Mountain Dew his mother insisted on giving him despite the fact that no one was brushing his teeth in the evenings after she’d leave for the night. Just weeks earlier I had had my second only outburst of temper when I discovered what remained of his front teeth, painful looking and flaking. I don’t know if he could discern the information coming in at that point due to the damage to his nerve endings and the dura matter covering his brain. Maybe he didn’t realize and maybe it was a constant barrage of misery. I’ll never know.

I was tired. I was alone. And I was angry because I was powerless. Impotence does not bring out the best side of my personality.

The song The Way I Am summed up in a sense my frustration about the way the world seemed to be forcing its ideals and expectations of who I was on me without my consent. It said what I couldn’t find words to say for myself.


My sister found two boxes in the top drawer of Dad’s dressing while she was searching for things he’d instructed her to give to different people after he was gone. I think they once belonged to his dad’s youngest sister, Teresa. One of the boxes is an old wooden hinged thing that handkerchiefs had come in and on the inside is inscribed in pen her name and the date, Christmas 1910. She would have been about nine years old. The other box is a bit more exotic as it once held tea bags and I need to send it back to DNOS when I am through writing about it.

There were all sorts of memories in those two boxes. Postcards Dad and his younger brother, Jimmy, had sent their parents back in ’48 or ’49 while they were on a road trip out West, strings and a bridge from his violin. There was a rock I had found and painted with his nickname on it. I think I gave it to him as a paperweight for Father’s Day when I was 11 or so, and a picture of DNOS, myself and our cousin from a photobooth at the mall. Other things too which I need to write about but not today.

I love this Randy Travis tune and I think it fits the moment.

 

 

On the top shelf in the closet,
In the workshop where he spent his extra time
Was a dusty wooden box that I had never noticed ’til that time
And we set on the table and carefully we opened up the top
And stared into the memory
Daddy kept inside the box

There was a letter from mamma when she went out to Reno
To help her sister out in 62
And a flower from Hawaii when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my Daddy ever flew

And the pocket knife I gave to him on Fathers day
Years ago I thought it had been lost
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box

I guess we always knew it but “I love you” was hard for him to say
Some men show it easy and some just never seem to find the way
But that night I began to see the softer side of someone I had lost
I saw the love he kept inside the first time that we opened up the box

There was a picture that was taken when he and Mom were datin’
Standing by his 1944 and a faded leather Bible he got when he was baptised
I guess no one understood him like the Lord

And the poem that he had written about his wife and children
The tender words he wrote were quite a shock

We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box
We all thought his heart was made of solid rock
But that was long before we found the box