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[frankfrank]

These don't fit the definition of "earworms" (because they're not stuck in my head) but, wow, what an exquisite queue of music YouTube has thrown at me today!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAwYodrBr2Q

 

[belamyi]

 

[Araucaria]

A clever little ditty here...

I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope
She takes the mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
I'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa
Had an eyeful of the tower in France
I'm hanging round the gardens of Madison
And the seat of learning
And the flush of success
Relieves a constipated mind
I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner
A fitting menu for a dilettante
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Love is a fire of flaming brandy
Upon a crepe suzette
Let's get this romance cooking, honey
But let us not forget
Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: E. Stewart / L. Creme
Life Is a Minestrone lyrics © Music Sales Corporation

 

[Araucaria]

Al will appreciate this. Here's a rock and roll standard with deep blues roots going back at least to the early 1900s, with people like Jelly Roll Morton and Ma Rainey singing earlier versions of this song.

 

[Araucaria]

This song has a driving riff that will grab you by both ears. I'd like a discussion, what do you think of this song, but only 4 people pay attention to this thread, and 2 of them are belamo.

Song by The White Stripes

Lyrics
I'm gonna fight 'em all
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says, "Leave it alone"
Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says, "Find a home"
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me, "Go back home"
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Anthony White
Seven Nation Army lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 

[belamyi]

Damn you

 

[Alistair]

 

[Maklaar13]

Damn you

Funny, I woke up thinking of Raffaella and have encountered three times already while surfing today. I simply adore her, she is a great entertainer.

 

[Araucaria]

Damn you

Those dancing boys make the Village People look like real he-men in comparison.

 

[belamyi]

she is a great entertainer.

That's the word.

 

[Alistair]

Those dancing boys make the Village People look like real he-men in comparison.

I have on good authority that one of them is belamo

 

[belamyi]

^ Lucas.

 

[belamyi]

Stupid Airbnb

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

 

[belamyi]

Yeah, this one too.

The whole fucking "long weekend" with the childhood scars that lovely woman inflicted on my hypersensitive brain

 

[Araucaria]

 

[belamyi]

This anemic, boring version sung with the vocal capacities of Houston.

Then her own version itself.

 

[Araucaria]

 

[belamyi]