Song lyrics you could not write today

[MickiQ]

Remembered this one today

Stop Stop Stop by the Hollies

See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
Entering through the door
Ruby glistening from her navel
Shimmering around the floor
Bells on feet go ting a-ling a-linging
Going through my head
Sweat is falling just-a-like-a tear drops
Running from her head
Now she's dancing, going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory
Thoughts of long ago
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
Sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me
I can't look away now
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Now, she's moving all around the tables
Luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me
Hidden by the light
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer
Soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into a spotlight
She stands lost for speech
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Now I hold her, people are staring
Don't know what to think
And we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks
Can't they understand that I want her?
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me in the street
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave

 

[isvicthere?]

The thread asks whether it or similar could be written today. I suggest not only could it, but it is.

Indeed. Certain grime and drill tunes, in which a murderer has boasted about his exploits, have been used in evidence in court.

 

[hitmouse]

Listening to the Spook School's Dress Up for the 2013 thread, been reminded that their song History ends with:

Sometimes I wish you’d get on a flight to Belize
But you’d probably take with you my signed photo of John Cleese

Ten years down the line, I reckon you probably could still technically write those lyrics, but the odds of a queer pop band boasting about having a signed photo of John Cleese are probably dramatically lower than they were in 2013.

 

[isvicthere?]

Not unless Green, Green Grass of Home is a sequel.

It would have to be a prequel, since it was released in 1967, a year before "Delilah".

 

[PR1Berske]

Honestly, what is the point?

We could discuss commercial radio censorship until the cows come home. Radio edits must seem ridiculous in the age of WAP yet they're still necessary for as long as 9-5 office jobs and scaffolders exist.

Take for one example the censorship of "dick" in Teenage Dirtbag and Back to Black; while a certain phrase isn't censored before the girls say do-do-do-do.

 

[ouirdeaux]

How do I get from radio edits to scaffolds?

 

[mojo pixy]

Nowadays Oliver's Army has a radio edit because of the n-word in the second verse. It grates with me because the context is clear, but here we are. You can't say anything these days etc

Elvis Costello said "...I’m not going to play it. [Bleeping the word] is a mistake. They’re making it worse by bleeping it for sure. Because they’re highlighting it then. Just don’t play the record!”

 

[isvicthere?]

I think this one, both because of its lyrics and the nature of its performance, might run into a few problems nowadays.....



Plus the Stones might encounter a few acceptance difficulties with "Midnight rambler" now, given that celebrations of violence against women are less "cool" than they once appear to have been.....

 

[butcher]

Jailbait - Andre Williams

I'm running
Yes before it's too late
Trying to get away
From that jail bait

It's a rough temptation
But a common invitation
And a good association
But a quick elimination
That will take you out of circulation
Yes I'm talking about that younger generation

So take my advice fellas
For goodness sake
15, 16, 17 that's jail bait

Now they swear that they're in love
That you and her good stars above
And she's lookin mighty good
Just like a young girl should

Well we try to tell ya no
And let that young girl go
But you you know it all
You have yourself a ball

And now it is too late
As you look from cell number 8
I tried to tell you old mate
17 and 1/2 is still jail bait

So tomorrow's the date
For the trial of jail bait
And this you watch and see
The young girl will go free
And you'll get one to three

So out the door she walks
To another man she talks
Before you can count
From one to eight
Another man in for
Jail bait

Please mister judge
If you just let me go this time
I won't mess with them young girls no more
I swear I'm not gunna bother them Mister Judge

I ain't gunna bother nothin fifteen
I ain't gunna bother nothin sixteen
I ain't gunna bother nothin seventeen
I ain't gunna mess with none at eighteen

I'm gunna leave the twenty year old ones alone too
Gunna get me a girl about forty-two
If you just believe what I say Mister Judge Please Mister Judge I ain't gunna bother them young girls no more

Gimme a break Mister Judge

 

[mojo pixy]

Motörhead also have a song called Jailbait which I'm not even going to look for because I remember it well enough. It's on the album Ace of Spades (1980?) and it has the memorable lines I don't even dare to ask your age / it's enough to know you're here backstage.

In fairness I can totally imagine someone recording those lines in a song in 2023

 

[danny la rouge]

Spice Up Your Life

La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

When you're feelin' sad and low
We will take you where you gotta go
Smilin', dancin', everything is free
All you need is positivity

Colours of the world
Spice up your life
Every boy and every girl
Spice up your life
People of the world
Spice up your life
Aah

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha (uh uh)
Go round

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha
Hai Si Ja
Hold tight

La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Yellow man in Timbuktu
Colour for both me and you
Kung Fu Fighting
Dancing Queen
Tribal Spaceman
And all that's in between

Colours of the world
Spice up your life
Every boy and every girl
Spice up your life
People of the world
Spice up your life
Aah

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha
Go round

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha
Hai Si Ja
Hold tight

Flamenco
Lambada
But hip-hop is harder
We moonwalk the foxtrot
Then polka the salsa

Shake it, shake it, shake it
Haka
Shake it, shake it, shake it
Haka
Arriba aha

Colours of the world
Spice up your life
Every boy and every girl
Spice up your life
People of the world
Spice up your life
Aah

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha (uh uh)
Go round

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha (uh uh)
Hai Si Ja
Hold tight

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha
Go round

Slam it to the left
If you're havin' a good time
Shake it to the right
If ya know that you feel fine
Chicas to the front
Ha ha
Hai Si Ja
Hold tight

 

[Dr. Furface]

Boomtown Rats - Mary of the 4th Form

Sittin' in the front row
Mary of the fourth form
Turnin' all the boys on
She's turnin' all their heads around
Hitchin' up her short skirt
Stretchin' out her long legs
Pullin' up her stockings
She's combing out her long hair
Starin' at the teacher
Openin' her lips wide
Shiftin' in her seat. Yeah,
She slowly moves her hips aside
But in the middle of the night
She wakes her Mom to turn out the light
Her make-up's on and her jeans are skintight
And she's heading to the Pillar Bar
Johnnie looks alright tonight she thinks
He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink
He shoots a frame and they head off into the night.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.
Teacher's losing control
Thankfully the bell rings
Mary's left all alone
With no one but the teacher
She quickly drops her pencil
And slowly bends to get it
Teacher is a natural man
His hand moves out to touch her
She straightens and looks around, yeah
She laughs and leaves the room, yeah
Heartbreak for the teacher
Sweet dreams for young Mary
But in the middle of the night
She wakes her Dad to turn out the light
Her make-up's on and her jeans are skintight
And she's headed to the Pillar Bar
Johnnie looks great tonight, she thinks
He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink
Shoots off a frame and they head off into the night.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.
Mary of the fourth form.

 

[Idaho]

Nowadays Oliver's Army has a radio edit because of the n-word in the second verse. It grates with me because the context is clear, but here we are. You can't say anything these days etc

Elvis Costello said "...I’m not going to play it. [Bleeping the word] is a mistake. They’re making it worse by bleeping it for sure. Because they’re highlighting it then. Just don’t play the record!”

I'm sure I've heard it on the radio recently and the n-bomb wasn't edited out.

 

[mojo pixy]

I'm sure I've heard it on the radio recently and the n-bomb wasn't edited out.

It may depend on the station. Greatest Hits Radio play a blanked out (not bleeped out) version - but i suppose other stations (local or online?) may not bother.

 

[Idaho]

I think I heard it on Gold. It certainly seemed very jarring and transgressive to hear it.

 

[PR1Berske]

Yellow man in Timbuktu
Colour for both me and you
Kung Fu Fighting
Dancing Queen
Tribal Spaceman
And all that's in between

This really does pendulum between acceptable and not doesn't it.

 

[Boris Sprinkler]

The 7inch B side to Eddie and the Hot Rods - Do anything you wanna do.

https://www.discogs.com/master/177589-Rods-Do-Anything-You-Wanna-Do

 

[isvicthere?]

"Run for your life" by the Beatles

Well, I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or I won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl

Well, you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl

Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
Than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl
Or you won't know where I am

You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand, little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl

 

[krtek a houby]

Siouxsie and the Banshees Hong Kong Garden:

Slanted eyes meet a new sunrise
A race of bodies small in size
Chicken chow mein and chop suey
Hong Kong Garden takeaway

 

[keybored]

The Stranglers - Burning Up Time. Didn't even bother trying to sugar-coat the closing lines.

Hello, little girl

Are you on your own?

Does your Mummy know where you are?

Would you like a sweetie?

 

[Boris Sprinkler]

 

[Boris Sprinkler]

Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house (hol' up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
Extra large, and extra hard
Put this pussy right in yo' face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
Hop on top, I want a ride
I do a kegel while it's inside
Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes
This pussy is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm surprised
Let's role-play, I wear a disguise
I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream
Out in public, make a scene
I don't cook, I don't clean
But let me tell you, I got this ring (ayy, ayy)
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)
Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah)
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be
I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me
Talk yo' shit, bite your lip
Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)
You ain't never gotta fuck him for a thing
He already made his mind up 'fore he came
Now get your boots and your coat for this wet ass pussy
He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet ass pussy
Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet ass pussy
Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet ass pussy
Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroke
I need a Henny drink, I need a weed smoker
Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A-1, just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him taste it, and now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
I wanna gag, I wanna choke
I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat
My head game is fire, punani Dasani
It's going in dry, and it's coming out soggy
I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (yuh, ah)
I spit on his mic' and now he tryna sign me, woo
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder
Big D stand for big demeanor
I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bang
You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"
When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy
Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy
Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet ass pussy
I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP, that's some wet ass pussy
Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet ass pussy, huh
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this house
There's some whores-

 

[Silas Loom]

Siouxsie and the Banshees Hong Kong Garden:

Slanted eyes meet a new sunrise
A race of bodies small in size
Chicken chow mein and chop suey
Hong Kong Garden takeaway

If we’re talking Siouxise, then surely Arabian Nights.

Veiled behind screens
Kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheep's eyes -- no forks or knives

Myriad lights -- they said I'd be impressed
Arabian Knights -- at your primitive best

 

[Boris Sprinkler]

Startin' Up A Posse

Listen to Startin' Up A Posse by Anthrax #np on #SoundCloud

on.soundcloud.com

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Lyrics


Now I'm gonna tell ya a story
A tale of wrong and right
And freedom is the reason
You can't take it without a fight
So now I'm startin' up a posse
(suck my dick, suck my dick)
To come and look for you
We're gonna put a stop
To what you want to do
You fucking whores (you fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
You say our records are offensive
(you're a douche, you're a douche)
Our messages ain't right
You say "we're gonna label records
So our kids can grow up right"
You fucking whores (let them decide)
That's all you are
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex drugs, rape
These seven words you're trying to take
Shit, fuck, satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
Right or wrong it's our choice to make
America the beautiful, land of the free
Don't change the words to land of hypocrisy
Now I'm startin' up a posse (fascist scum, fascist scum)
And we'll damn sure make you see
Something that offends you
May not be offensive to me
You f*cking whores (you fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
Now you might take offense
To a word like "fuck" or "shit" (dick!)
But you fuckin' don't have the right (cunt!)
To discriminate me for saying it!
You fuckin' whores (you fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
So now I'm startin' up a posse (motherfucker, motherfucker)
To fight for freedom of choice
To fight for freedom of speech
We're gonna make you hear our voice
And now I don't do this to shock you
(that's the end, that's the end)
I don't do this for spite
You've got the choice, don't buy it, don't read it,
And don't say your opinion's right
You f*cking whores (you fuckin' whores)
That's all you are (cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt)
You know you can't censor my feelings
You can't censor my thoughts
Censorship's against
Everything america stands for
You fuckin' whores (let us decide)
That's all you are (and this ain't sexist, either)

 

[Elpenor]

The Kinks - Art Lover has strong nonce energy.

Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls

I'm not a flasher in a rain coat,
I'm not a dirty old man,
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother,
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy,
Ah, come to daddy,
Come to daddy

Pretty little legs, I want to draw them,
Like a Degas ballerina
Pure white skin, like porcelain,
She's a work of art and I should know
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy,
And I'll give you some spangles

Little girl don't notice me
Watching as she innocently plays
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
I follow her around for hours and hours
I'd take her home, but that could never be,
She's just a substitute
For what's been taken from me
Ah, come to daddy, come on

Sunday afternoon can't last forever,
Wish I could take you home
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view
I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do,
And I only want to look at you

 

[[62]]

The Kinks - Art Lover has strong nonce energy.

Sunday afternoon there's something special
It's just like another world
Jogging in the park is my excuse
To look at all the little girls

I'm not a flasher in a rain coat,
I'm not a dirty old man,
I'm not gonna snatch you from your mother,
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy,
Ah, come to daddy,
Come to daddy

Pretty little legs, I want to draw them,
Like a Degas ballerina
Pure white skin, like porcelain,
She's a work of art and I should know
I'm an art lover
Come to daddy,
And I'll give you some spangles

Little girl don't notice me
Watching as she innocently plays
She can't see me staring at her
Because I'm always wearing shades
She feeds the ducks, looks at the flowers
I follow her around for hours and hours
I'd take her home, but that could never be,
She's just a substitute
For what's been taken from me
Ah, come to daddy, come on

Sunday afternoon can't last forever,
Wish I could take you home
So, come on, give us a smile
Before you vanish out of view
I've learned to appreciate you
The way art lovers do,
And I only want to look at you

Don't know the song, but guessing it's a comment on creeps who hide behind the 'art' mask rather than Ray Davies being dodgy?

The husband of someone I worked with got caught taking upskirt photos of girls in town and claimed it was an art project (before he killed himself). He was indeed an artist, but it just proved that there are a lot of pervy weirdos in art. Felt sorry for his wife. She was in total denial.

 

[Elpenor]

Yes perhaps it’s written from that perspective, there’s also an explanation from Ray Davies it’s from the POV of a Dad who haven’t got access to their kids due to divorce etc which I find quite hard to believe.

 

[danny la rouge]

Yes perhaps it’s written from that perspective, there’s also an explanation from Ray Davies it’s from the POV of a Dad who haven’t got access to their kids due to divorce etc which I find quite hard to believe.

It’s post my interest in the Kinks, so I don’t know it. But I found this:

Explaining The Kinks' most misunderstood song

Ray Davies was never a stranger to writing about dark subjects, but knowing the backstory The Kinks' 'Art Lover' turns the song from creepy to heartbreaking.

faroutmagazine.co.uk

 

[phildwyer]

"Bodies" by the Sex Pistols

 

[Elpenor]

It’s post my interest in the Kinks, so I don’t know it. But I found this:

Explaining The Kinks' most misunderstood song

Ray Davies was never a stranger to writing about dark subjects, but knowing the backstory The Kinks' 'Art Lover' turns the song from creepy to heartbreaking.

faroutmagazine.co.uk

Yeah I read that too, and I don’t really buy the explanation but if that’s what he says then fair enough I suppose