Long time, no hear...

[jazz lady]

I like the Ohio Players... I'll go look it up on iTunes.

It might be under "The Soul Survivors" too. I think the Ohio Players did it first, but it's been remade many, many times.

 

[jazz lady]

:allaremenbelongtome:

I sincerely HOPE I was not grouped in that, else you have some seriously gender identification issues.

 

[jazz lady]

What is the song title...

"Expressway To Your Heart" or "Expressway (To Your Heart)" - I've seen it listed both ways.

http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/the_soul_survivors/expressway_to_your_heart.html

 

[Otter]

to Candye Kane, just listened to a couple songs by her.

 

[jazz lady]

I found that on iTunes... but the 30 second clip was strictly instrumental... lotta good that did...

I'll see if I can find a better sound clip.

I am sitting here listening to Floggy Molly... I am really loving the slow ballads... I am in fear the "head banging" thrashing songs are going to be quite the experience for me tho...

Floggy Molly?

I'll bet it will quite the experience. I love the "lusty" songs they do at the Renaissance Festival but I'm sure they'll take it up quite a notch from that. Hope you survive.

 

[jazz lady]

It was The Soul Survivors version I heard:

http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/1008907/a/Expressway+To+Your+Heart.htm
Number 6.

 

[FromTexas]

Jazz, maybe you were looking at one of the 150 adult magazines her bio says she appeared in before making it in the blues. It could have been where you saw her. :shrug:

 

[Otter]

Jazz, maybe you were looking at one of the 150 adult magazines her bio says she appeared in before making it in the blues. It could have been where you saw her. :shrug:

You're probably right.

 

[Ken King]

... in my head the song was slower.

Isn't everything slower in your head?

 

[jazz lady]

Jazz, maybe you were looking at one of the 150 adult magazines her bio says she appeared in before making it in the blues. It could have been where you saw her. :shrug:

She made videos, too.

 

[jazz lady]

You're probably right.

Pipe down, rodent.

 

[tomchamp]

Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat black highway down in Carolina
Black bird slippin' in a sky of blue

All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you, honey
All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
Ain't nothin' in this world I can do about it
All I'm thinkin' about is you

Little boy carryin' a fishin' pole
Little girl pickin' berries straight off of the vine
Brown bag filled with a little green toad
We hook 'em through the lip and throw 'em off of the line
Your sweet brown legs got me feeling so blue

All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
Ain't nothin' in this world I can do about it
All I'm thinkin' about is you

Black car shinin' on a Sunday morn
Mama go to church now, Mama go to church now
Friday night daddy's shirt is torn
Daddy's goin' downtown, daddy's goin' downtown
Ain't no one understand this sweet thing we do

All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby
All I'm thinkin' about is you
Ain't nothin' in this world I can do about it
All I'm thinkin' about is you

Field turned up, the seed is sowed
Rain comin' in from over 'cross the road
Big black curtain coming 'cross the field
Blind 'll see, the lame will be healed
Brown eyed girl, I turned my back on you, now it's lonely

All I'm thinkin' about is you, babe
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you, babe
All I'm thinkin' about is you,
Ain't nothin' in this world take away these blues

All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you, babe
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you
All I'm thinkin' about is you
Ain't nothin' in this world I can do about it
All I'm thinkin' about is you

 

[jazz lady]

Ma belle amie
You were a child of the sun
And the sky and the deep blue sea
Ma belle amie
Apres tous les beaux jours
Je te dis merci merci
You were the answer of all my questions
Before were through
I want to tell you that I adore you
And always do
That you amaze me by leaving me now
And start a-new
Ma belle amie Im in love with you

Ma belle amie
Let the bells ring
Let the birds sing
Lets all give my substitute a big cheer
Let the bells ring
Let the birds sing
For the man after him waits here
For the man after him waits here

You were a child of the sun
And the sky and the deep blue sea
Ma belle amie
There was a time that you thought
That your only friend was me
You were the answer of all my questions
Before were through
I want to tell you that I adore you
And always do
That you amaze me by leaving me now
And start a-new
Ma belle amie Im in love with you

Let the bells ring
Let the birds sing
Lets all give my substitute a big cheer
Let the bells ring
Let the birds sing
For the man after him waits here
For the man after him waits here

 

[tomchamp]

Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths, names and photos of young black faces, whose death and blood consecrated these places. Rainey's mother said, "Rainey stay at my side, for you are my blessing you are my pride. It's your love here that keeps my soul alive. I want you to come home from school and stay inside."

Rainey'd do his work and put his books away. There was a channel showed a western movie everyday. Lynette brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range and the Seminole scouts who fought the tribes of the Great Plains. Summer come and the days grew long. Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend on. Along a street of stray bullets he made his way, to the warmth of her arms at the end of each day.

Come the fall the rain flooded these homes, here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bones, it fell hard and dark to the ground. It fell without a sound. Lynette took up with a man whose business was the boulevard, whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard. In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept. In the day, behind drawn curtains, in Lynette's bedroom he slept.

Then she got lost in the days. The smile Rainey depended on dusted away, the arms that held him were no more his home. He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her bones.

In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes. From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat side, stood in the dark at his mother's bed, brushed her hair and kissed her eyes.

In the twilight Rainey walked to the station along streets of stone. Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on. Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept, as he lay his head back on the seat and slept. He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin' in between. Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone. The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone.

 

[jazz lady]

sing it, gladys...

It's sad to think we're not gonna be here
And it's gotten to the point
Where we just can't fake it
For some ungodly reason
We just won't let it be

I guess neither one of us
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say good-bye

I keep wondering
Wondering
What I'm gonna do without you
And I guess you must be wondering the same thing too
So we go on
Go on together
Living a lie

Because I guess neither one of us
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say good-bye

Everytime I find the nerve
Everytime I find the nerve to say I'm leaving
Memories
Those old memories get in my way
Lord knows it's only me
Only know it's me
That I'm missing you
When it comes to saying good-bye
That a simple word that I just cannot say
There can be no way
There can be no way
This can have a happy ending
No, no
So we just go on
Hurting and pretending
Convincing ourselves to give it just one more try

Because I guess neither one of us
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say
Neither one of us wants to be the first to say
Farewell my love
Goodbye

 

[jazz lady]

Two lanes - twistin' down a dusty highway
Two souls - on their way to where it leads
Tail lights - fadin' on the far horizon
But there's a detour on the road to destiny
It goes up in a blinding flash
When two reckless worlds collide
You can't avoid the crash
Sometimes in life we ride on
Divided highway - torn in two directions
Speedin' out of sight through the night
Divided highway - stranded at the crossroads
Of what's wrong and who's right

Two hearts forgettin' what they meant to each other
Too proud ever to admit the truth
Someday it'll all seem clear
When two reckless worlds collide
It's gonna turn to tears
Why must we always ride a divided highway

On the road baby no-one's safe
When two reckless worlds collide
When we defend our faith
That's when in life we ride a divided highway

Shuttin' out the other side
Divided highway clingin' to our foolish pride
Out on the road nowhere; nowhere to hide

Why must we always ride a divided highway
Torn in two directions; speedin' outa sight
Divided highway stranded at the crossroads
Of what's wrong and who's right
Divided highway cuttin' through the darkness

Searchin' for the light
Divided highway ridin' on the fine line
Between day and nite
Divided highway

 

[jazz lady]

It must be love that whispers in my ear
It must be love that we keep trying to hear
Cause I imagined this kind of wonderful choice
I imagine you hear the very same voice
When I speak to you
You say ’that’s just my imagination’
Oh no, no, no
It must be love
It must be love

Perhaps one girl who was moving in a fine line
Finds one boy in back
That she can always stand behind
And it’s you and me
Cause that’s where we want to be
Oh, it must be love,
It must be love

People look through everything they see
Cause there’s so many other things to be
I have seen you walking in the rain
I wanted to know why you were crying
I wanna fix what’s wrong...

It must be love the sailor sails for
Must be love that drives a bottle to the bottom of the ocean floor
Because I imagine all kinds of wonderful water
I would have you there wherever I’ll go
Way from the seventh sea,
He brings the bottle back to me

Oh, it must be love
Oh, it must be love
People look through everything they see
There’s so many other things to be
I have seen you walking in the rain
I want to know why vou were crying
Baby, let me fix what’s wrong...

It must be love that fathoms the moonlight
Must be love that shallows
The deepest part of the night
So you can show them with your eye
The things that make them cry,
Because that must be love

It must be love...
And the way you are
Must be love
And the things vou feel
Oh, it must be love,
Oh, it must be love
Must be love

 

[jazz lady]

One of my favorites from "kwillia tunes" (okay... they are all my favorites...)

Ah, baby, let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on, sugar
Let's get it on

Same here. Marvin Gaye just "does it" for me. :growl: :shiver:

 

[jazz lady]

We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I’m doing alright
There’s nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you

My love is the evening breeze touching your skin
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind
The whisper that calls, after you in the night
And kisses your ear in the early light
You don’t need to wonder, you’re doing fine
And my love, the pleasure’s mine
Let me go crazy on you

Wild man’s world is crying in pain
What you gonna do when everyone is insane
So afraid of wanting, so afraid of you
What you gonna do....ahhhhhhhhhh

Crazy on you, crazy on you, let me go crazy crazy on you

I was a willow last night in my dream
I bent down over a clear running stream
I sang you the song that I heard up above
And you keep me alive with your sweet, flowing love
Crazy on you, crazy on you, let me go crazy crazy on you

 

[jazz lady]

I dedicate this crazy little song to our karaoker, Mary Ellen... I'm sure we will hear her sing it for many times to come...

And again...and again...and again...

At least she doesn't have the industrial-sized bathtub scrunchie thing plopped on top of her head like the lady did on Friday.