Venus, cover songs, long-haired leaping gnome. Both those tunes woke me up. No, the cat woke me up, but I hearing both those tunes in my head as I was crawling out of the bed. Sent me on a search for the lyrics, online.
Filed under “TexMex,” appropriately so, Joe King & the Crowns (singing): “San Antonio, no where else…” (then something about walking down Broadway in SA)
Which led to a link to the worst rock songs.
Lyric : War – Spill The Wine
Album : Best Of War & More
I was once out strolling one very hot summer’s day
When I thought I’d lay myself down to rest
In a big field of tall grass
I laid there in the sun and felt it carressing my face
And i fell asleep and dreamed
I dreamed i was in a hollywood movie
And that i was the star of the movie
This really blew my mind
The fact that me an overfed long haired leaping gnome
Should be the star of a hollywood movie, hmmm
But there i was
I was taken to a place
The hall of the mountain kings
I stood high by the mountain tops
Naked to the world
In front of
Every kind of girl
There was long one’s tall ones, short ones, brown ones,
Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones
Out of the middle, came a lady
She whispered in my ear
Something crazy
She said,Chorus x4
Spill the wine and take that pearlI could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottle of wine
In the other a glass
She poured some of the wine from the bottle into the glass
And raised it to her lips
And just before she drank it, she saidtake the wine take that girl
spill the wine, take that girl
spill the wine, take that girl
spill the wine, take that girl
take that girl, yeah!
It’s on girl, all you gotta do is spill that wine
spill that wine, let me feel, let me feel hot, yeah! yeah!
spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine,
spill the wine, spill the wine, spill the wine,
take that girl!
Venus By: Shocking Blue (Rob van Leeuwen) – 1969
A goddess on a mountain top Was burning like a silver flame The summit of beauty and love And Venus was her name
She’s got it Yeh baby she’s got it Well, I’m your Venus I’m your fire At you desire Well, I’m your Venus I’m your fire At your desire
Her weapon were her crystal eyes Making every man we met …
I much prefer to link to the lyrics and to have a proper (MLA) citation for author and source. but that could be me, I might be a little out-of-date.
“General’s gather in their masses/Just like witches at black masses…”
(Black Sabbath – War Pigs/Luke’s Wall)
I’m just waiting for a “expiration date” to come up on some of these thoughts. Just be glad I didn’t go looking for REO Speedwagon’s “Riding the Storm Out,” waiting in the dug out?
Inbound mail 1:
Q0002 Spill the Wine $0.99
Subtotal: $0.99
Tax: $0.08
Order Total: $1.07
Billed To: Store Credit
(I don’t remember any “store credit” but don’t argue with “free,” I always say. No street cred, either. Not that it matters.)
Inbound mail 2:
>By far the best scopes I ever read – thanks so much.
Always like to read that.
Inbound mail 3:
> You out of town this weekend? Can I stay at your place?
> Family’s coming in from – you guessed it – Houston.
> They were in the mandatory evacuation zone
Yeah, since I was supposed to go to the coast, sure, not a problem. I’m still – as of now – working in SA on Saturday.
Couple of neighbors were talking about the storm and the dams along the Colorado River. I’m surprised that no one seems to remember any of the previous hurricanes we’ve been through. I’ve been bouncing down the Gulf for over a decade, and I’ve observed that native vegetation has adapted itself for such weather. Plus, this one bothers me, what, about a half-dozen years ago? A “tropical depression” dumped something like 30 inches of rain on Houston, and only because it wasn’t quite hurricane strength, it didn’t get the attention it deserved.
The Gulf Coast, the Texas Gulf Coast? This isn’t the first one. Nope, seen this before.
“Studies have shown (or would show, if they existed) that among outdoor enthusiasts between the ages of forty and fifty-two who do repetitive-motion activities like rowing, long-distance cycling, jogging, or hiking, fully 37 percent have the words to the song “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” echoing in their brains.” (Frazier, Ian. The Fish’s Eye NY: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2002. Chapter title: In The Brain, page 89.)
There’s no way to Reason With Hurricane Season.
