When you’re a secret redneck like me, an only-partially reformed small-town Norther BC boy, and you’ve got 10 or 11 beers in you, it becomes clear that “Can’t You See?” from the Marshall Tucker Band is one of the greatest songs ever written.
Then again, the next random-shuffle Winamp playlist entry started just as I was hunt-and-pecking that out, and now I’m gonna have to vote for “I’m Right You’re Wrong” by Vancouver stalwarts DOA as the pinnacle of (punk) Rock And Roll Bliss. Songs of my youth…
i’m right, you’re wrong – and we both know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – and it’s no secret.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
what do ya mean – when ya stare at me?
you think we’re nothing – but things will change.
we may be crazy – but we’re not insane.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right, you’re wrong – and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so let’s break it.
you’re gonna fall – you set yourself up.
you can’t stall – it’s crumbling down.
out of the way – it’s been standing too long.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right you’re wrong – and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so we’ll have to break it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right, you’re wrong and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so we’ll have to take it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – and it’s no secret.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
what do ya mean – when ya stare at me?
you think we’re nothing – but things will change.
we may be crazy – but we’re not insane.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right, you’re wrong – and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so let’s break it.
you’re gonna fall – you set yourself up.
you can’t stall – it’s crumbling down.
out of the way – it’s been standing too long.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right you’re wrong – and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so we’ll have to break it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – but you got the power.
i’m right, you’re wrong and we all know it.
i’m right, you’re wrong – so we’ll have to take it.
Best Asian Weblog? Hooo-hah. f–k that noise.
Heh.
Edit : Another beer, and I changed my mind again. This! Is! The! Best!
Tom Waits – Heart Of Saturday Night
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin’ down the boulevard
You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin’
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin’ cause you’re cruisin’ with a 6
And you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin’ to wipe out ev’ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this’ll be the Saturday
You’re reachin’ your peak
Stoppin’ on the red
You’re goin’ on the green
Cause tonight’ll be like nothin’
You’ve ever seen
And you’re barrelin’ down the boulevard
Lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that’s smilin’ from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you’re dreamin’ of them Saturdays that came before
And now you’re stumblin’
You’re stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you’re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin’ down the boulevard,
You’re lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin’ from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you’re dreamin’ of them Saturdays that came before
It’s found you stumblin’
Stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night
And you’re stumblin’
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin’ down the boulevard
You’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin’
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin’ cause you’re cruisin’ with a 6
And you’re looking for the heart of Saturday night
Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin’ to wipe out ev’ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this’ll be the Saturday
You’re reachin’ your peak
Stoppin’ on the red
You’re goin’ on the green
Cause tonight’ll be like nothin’
You’ve ever seen
And you’re barrelin’ down the boulevard
Lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night
Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that’s smilin’ from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you’re dreamin’ of them Saturdays that came before
And now you’re stumblin’
You’re stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night
Well you gassed her up
And you’re behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin’ down the boulevard,
You’re lookin’ for the heart of Saturday night
Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone’s ringin’; it’s your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin’ from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.
Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you’re dreamin’ of them Saturdays that came before
It’s found you stumblin’
Stumblin’ onto the heart of Saturday night
And you’re stumblin’
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
Category:
Musical Interludes
Your post is proof that anyone who asks you to name your all time favorite song should get slapped upside the head.
It isn’t possible. Even when you’re not drinking beer.
Decisions are for contest judges, not music afficionados.
you go, stavros (and it took me four tries to type this out,) in drunken brother/sisterhood,
K.