Sparks - The Final Derriere
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I am not a sheep, I have my own mind
I have had enough of being told what and how to think
Whilst we are still allowed the remnants of free speech,
I will speak out.
I also reserve the right to discuss less controversial matters should I feel the urge.
'The soundtrack to Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa, which receives its world premiere in Norwich on Wednesday, will deliver an unexpected sales boost to a collection of one-hit wonders, 70s novelty hits and soft rock obscurities hand-picked by the spoof DJ, created by Steve Coogan.'
Philip Glass – KoyaanisquatsiForgotten pop classics?
The Police - Roxanne
Roachford - Cuddly Toy
Climax Blues Band – Couldn’t Get it Right
Chicago - Hard to Say I’m sorry
Calvin Harris (Feat. Kelis) - Bounce
Jakob Liedholm - Swede Love
Andy Fairweather Low - Wide Eyed And Legless
Sam Fonteyn - Pop Looks Bach (Theme from Ski Sunday)
Glen Campbell - Wichita Lineman
The Outlaws - Swingin’ Low
Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Enola Gay
Bryan Ferry – Let’s Stick Together
John Farnham - You're The Voice
Sparks - Number 1 Song In Heaven
Steeleye Span - Gaudete
The Human League - Don’t You Want Me
Shirley Bassey – Goldfinger
Carly Simon - Nobody Does It Better
Hot Chocolate - It Started With a Kiss
Andrew Gold - Never Let Her Slip Away
Denis King & the South Bank Orchestra - Galloping Home (The New Adventures of Black Beauty)
"I like you and you like me a lot
And we do those things that can make us feel hot
Then we join some friends, all of them are all right
And we talk a while, then we climb in our cars
What a night, we all drive into town
Where we'll park our cars, and meet the rest of our friends
At a place that's called, I forget what it's called
But it's really great, and all our friends will be there
Popularity
Popularity
I like you and you like me a lot
And it's nice to be all alone with you too
But it's also nice being out with our friends
Cause they're all all right, maybe that's why we're friends
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I feel great, but it's getting real late
So I'll drive you home and you'll slide up real close
I'm so glad we met, and I like you so much
And I'm also glad that I got all those friends
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Popularity "
Damn good question and one that I ask myself quite regularly...
The song is of course The Smiths' most excellent "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now"
"Why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or die?"
"Good morning
Who are you?
I woke up and saw you
I'm dreaming, still dreaming
My life is now about to have some meaning
Good morning
I'm thinking
I must have
Been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
Good morning
You woke up
Got dressed up
Hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning
In sorrow
I know that
Tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank of some Mercedes Benz
Who spends and spends and spends on booked up restaurants
A thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God, for something rare as this
What surely must have been a holy night of bliss
Gratitude for having thought of me
I know your time is tight, and yet you thought of me
And did I stumble have a fall,
Hit my head against a wall
At some point did we trade vows?
Are you just some high-priced service from uptown?
Good morning
Buon giorno
Ohayo,
Buenas dias
Hey, where you going?
Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
I need you, I need you
Who are you?"
"She won´t go out with me no she won´t go out
´Cause my intellect´s paper thin
She won´t go out with me no she won´t go out
Since my intellect´s not like him
So lighten up Morrissey
She won´t hang out with me no she won´t hang out
´Til my biting wit bites like his
She won´t hang out with me no she won´t hang out
´Til my quick retort´s quick as his
So lighten up Morrissey?Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
She won´t have sex with me no she won´t have sex
´Less it´s done with a pseudonym
She won´t do sport with me no she won´t do sport
Says it´s way way too masculine look at him
So lighten up Morrissey?Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren´t so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
So lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
So lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey´
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
She won´t dine out with me no she won´t dine out
Says my t-bone steak is at fault
She won´t dine out with me no she won´t dine out
With a murderer pass the salt
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey
Lighten up lighten up
Lighten up Morrissey"
"We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
CHORUS
Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn Ah, we are a quarter billion strong Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
We just want to be someone
We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die
CHORUS
We must, we must, we must leave from here We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play, gotta get away Gotta make our play
Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here
We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son We're just words that lovers use, words that light that automatic fuse When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
CHORUS"
"I was born a little premature
Mom just couldn't take no more
Had no time to learn to cry
Goodbye, Mama, got to fly
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Entered school when I was two
PhD'd that afternoon
Never entered any sports
Didn't look too good in shorts
Got divorced when I was four
CHORUS:
I've seen everything there is
I've done everything there is
I've met everyone but Liz
Now I've even met ol' Liz
No time for relationship
Skip the foreplay, let 'er rip
You gotta beat the clock, beat the clock, Beat the clock, beat the clock
I did lots of travelling
Parts of me unraveling
The Army then rejected me
Said I had two flat feet
Wore them out when I was three
Too bad there ain't ten of you
Then I'd show you what I'd do
I could cheat on five of you
And be faithful to you too
But there's only one of you
CHORUS"
"This is the number one song in heaven Written, of course, by the mightiest hand It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
If you should die before you wake
If you should die while crossing the street The song that you'll hear, I guarantee
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
It's number one, all over heaven
The number one song all over heaven
The one that's the rage up here in the clouds Loud as a crowd or soft as a doubt Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it,
God how he plays it
Gabriel plays it, let's hear him play it
The song filters down, down through the clouds It reaches the earth and winds all around And then it breaks up in millions of ways
It goes la, la, la......
In cars it becomes a hit
In your homes it becomes advertisements And in the streets it becomes the children
singing..."