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Decided to look up this particular video the other day. YouTube rabbit hole led me to a dozen different covers of it.

One Direction's wasn't the worst.

 

 

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I hate Billy Idol.  I mean really hate him.  He's not quite on the level of my all time shit list, which is taken up by Thin Lizzy, Aerosmith and Morrissey, but he's right there below them.  

I haven't heard more than a few seconds of his music in a couple decades 

So of course I woke up with this shit stuck in my head today.

 

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You don't even like "Cowboy Song" by Thin Lizzy? The hits, I'll give ya. That one, though, is an all-time classic. Could be because I associate it with a friend of mine who introduced me to the song who passed away a while back, but it's still a classic with some of the greatest twin guitar ever.

I could think of worse ones to have stuck in your head than this one, which sticks in my head quite a bit:

 

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Thin Lizzy could have the greatest back catalog ever and it wouldn't matter.  The Boys Are Back In Town (AKA the song that killed classic rock dead for me) cancels out everything positive about them.  It takes a lot of suck for a song to kill off an entire genre of music, but they managed it for me.  My periodic listening in GTA is the most I've listened to the stuff in two decades.

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Classic Rock, by definition, exists to make you tired of it.

I'll defend Skynyrd as a good band to people who say they hate them, only because their hate is driven by hearing too damn much of them. That said, I don't ever wanna hear a Skynyrd song again. There's a bunch of Zeppelin I'm tired of, and they're pretty iconic.

Then there's people I never liked in the first place, like Bob Seger.

Radio is a lost cause - there's not a format for people like us who're too old for the new shit and too young to still fondly look back on "The Boys Are Back in Town." Friend of mine who works in radio and I came up with a format that's like classic rock with a hyooge playlist that goes deep into people like the Stones to play stuff that doesn't get played every day. Then market it as a "thinking man's classic rock" format - "If you love good music, you'll love this station. If you are a music fan, you will love this station." But studies show that stations do best when they keep the playlist tight as shit and play the same stuff into the ground.

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A man sits down to write a letter, 
But instead he writes a book
The book begins:
"Dear Sir, I don't if you're interested 
But your wife is a whore"

A man gets on a train and proceeds 
To take all his clothes off
He begins to play with himself, and he says
"In my country, this is definitely not offensive"

A man pours petrol through his neighbour's letterbox
And throws in a match
The house is engulfed in flames
As the neighbours jump from the upstairs window
He films the whole thing on video
He plays it back to them later in hospital
"Things have been pretty dull at home without you" he says

A man pushes a lawn mower 
Two hundred miles on his knees
To the tomb of the unknown gardener
"Great one" he cries "I've done my penance. 
I bring my offering.
Grant me, grant me, grant me, pest-free roses"

Psycho Street, friendly people down on Psycho Street
Good neighbours down on Psycho Street
And if you need a hand, need a friend, we understand
And if you need a pal, we'll be there, anyhow
Psycho Street, Psycho Street, Psycho Street

A man stakes his neighbour's cat 
To the barbecue and turns on the gas
"Now are you going to talk" he says
"Or am I going to have to get nasty?"

A man has an inflatable doll made
That looks exactly like his wife
He murders his wife, dissolves her body in acid
And marries the doll
Three years later, he leaves her for another doll

A man hands his son a brick and says
"Son, throw this brick through the greenhouse next door"
The boy does
The boy next door throws one back
It hits the man on the head and mortally wounds him
"Ah well" he says, as his life blood trickles away
"Boys will be boys"

A thoughtful woman sends her best friend a parcel
Inside, it says, is a free sample, full body beauty treatment
But really it contains acids and chemicals
When her friend tries it, her hair falls out,
Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred
The thoughtful woman turns to her husband and winks
And says "Pre-emptive strike"

Psycho Street, friendly people down on Psycho Street
Good neighbors down on Psycho Street
If you need a hand, need a friend, we understand
And if you need a pal, we'll be there, anyhow
Oh Psycho Street, Psycho Street, Psycho Street
Psycho Street, Psycho Street, Psycho Street

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In any house in the world there is background of flames 
In any house in the world there is background of storms 

And any house in the world a winter spent alone 
Wherever I have done a thing for love it has ruined me 

Rebuild the day out of flames 
Rebuild the day out of the silence of that day 

I'm going to choose, I will have to choose 
Whenever I have done a thing in flames
Whenever I have done a thing in flames 
It has saved me

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On 6/14/2016 at 4:28 PM, BL88 said:

 

This rhythm section is a fucking steam engine. Amazing.

The Rev. Richard Penniman is the coolest motherfucker to ever live. End of story.

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Just one of those days where you wonder, "Why is this thing in my head?"

What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic's all melted and so is the chrome?
Who are the brain police?

What will you do when the label comes off,
And the plastic's all melted and the chrome is too soft?

Who are the brain police?

What will you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted and the chromium, too?
Who are the brain police?

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Go.
Don’t know where to go.
They sent me back home
Now I’m on fire.
Bones is burnin’ everything I…

Know.
Don’t know what I know.
There is no more
And I’m so tired.
Heads is turnin’ everywhere I go.

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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long

He pecks a few holes in a tree to see
If a redwood's really red
And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
To peck a few holes in your head

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
Makes the other woodpeckers swoon

Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense
And the lady woodpeckers long for
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
That's the Woody Woodpecker song

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
Woody Woodpecker's serenade
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
On the woodpecker hit parade

Though he can't sing a note, there's a frog in his throat
All his top notes come out blurred
He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice
He gives all his rivals the bird

Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
He'll be settlin' down some day
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
He'll be hearin' the preacher say

For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wife
And the choir will sing along with
Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
The Woody Woodpecker song

 

Yep.

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Mentioned songs I never liked getting stuck in my head - late last night, so it counts, here comes "Need You Tonight" by INXS. Again. Never liked that damn song, don't like it now, find myself singing the riff over and and over and over again.

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There are a couple dozen songs that seem to be on a semi-permanent loop in my head.  Mostly old, slow country songs.  For the last 3 days it's been Billy Joe Shaver.  

 

 

Three fingers whiskey pleasures the drinkers
Moving does more than that drinking for me
Willy, he tells me that doers and thinkers
Say moving's the closest thing to being free

He's a rosined, he's a rigging, he laid back his wages
He's a dead set on riding on the big rodeos
My woman's tight with an overdue baby
Willy keeps yelling, "Hey gypsy, let's go"

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freezes over
Willy, the wandering gypsy and me

Now ladies, we surely will take up your favors
And we'll surely warn ya there never will be
A single soul living can put brand or handle
On Willy, the wandering gypsy and me

Well, they dance on the mountains and they shout in the canyons
And they swarm in a loose herd like wild buffaloes
Jamming our heads full of figures and angles
Telling us shit that we already know

Willy, you're wild as a Texas Blue Norther
Ready rolled from the same makings as me
And I reckon we'll ramble till hell freezes over
Willy, the wandering gypsy and me

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