Flashback! I'd Really Love to See You Tonight (continued)
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Dang, I really needed that time to myself! Jessica and Kelly. Whew…the Juice is still reelin’ from the thought of it. At one point, Kelly was…uhhhh. Maybe I shouldn’t. Let’s just say up in the ol’ noodle, both gals were thankin’ the Juice. But, let’s move on. Let’s take a gander at the lyrics to I’d Really Love to See You Tonight, shall we?
Hello, yeah, it's been a while.
Not much, how 'bout you?
I'm not sure why I called,
I guess I really just wanted to talk to you.
And I was thinking maybe later on,
We could get together for a while.
It's been such a long time,
And I really do miss your smile.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
We could go walking through a windy park,
Or take a drive along the beach.
Or stay at home and watch t.v.
You see, it really doesn't matter much to me.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
I won't ask for promises,
So you won't have to lie.
We've both played that game before,
Say I love you, then say goodbye.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
Man, I thought that Pina Colada song was retarded. Ugghhhh…this song not only takes the cake, but the whole dang table. What was it about the 70’s that made all the songs so dang fruity? Was it the backlash to the hippie-ness of the 60’s? Were these crappy songs a response to the supposed “cool” songs of Zeppelin, the Who and the Beatles? And what’s the deal with Paul McCartney anyway? Does he really need to put out another album (or cd or whatever they call releases these days). Does anyone really care besides the folks over 45? Does Paul really need another dime? I’m not sayin’ he should shrivel up and die, but C’mon! Give it a rest, for the love of the Christ. How about this for cuttin’ edge: If Paul really wants to record music, why not put it out there for free? Or at a discounted price? The cat has enough cash, right? If he was recordin’ for the love (and not just cause he sold his soul to the devil back in the early sixties. why else were the Beatles so fuckin’ popular? Have you ever listened to any of that drivel?), just put it out there. I guess not everyone is as pathetic as the Juice. You know, puttin’ out his blood, sweat and tears to the world for FREE. At least I walk the walk. How you like me now, “Sir” Paul McCartney? You want a piece of this? Yea…I didn’t think so. But, anyway…
Anytime I hear I’d Really Love to See You Tonight, the Juice’s mind starts to wander. I start thinkin’ about shag carpetin’, orange furniture, wide lapels and bell bottoms. Oh…and don’t forget the cheesy wine and fire place. I feel so skanky. Like lookin’ at vintage porn. I know. I know. Let’s get to the fuckin’ song already.
Well, first of all, we’ve got this one way conversation going on. Now the Juice may be a complete idiot, as the missus would no doubt testify, but I get the distinct impression this cat hasn’t been laid in quite some time. The name of this game is desperation. How do I know? 'Cause is sure as shit seems like he’s callin’ a woman he ain’t talked to in quite some time.
“Hello, yea, it’s been awhile. Not much? How ‘bout you?...”
This isn’t the kinda shit you say to someone you talk to on a semi regular basis. The Juice’s feelin’ it’s been at least 4 to 6 weeks since this douche bag has talked to the woman. What? What’s that you’re askin'? “What does that have to do with the shape of Icelandic women’s vaginas?” If you can manage to hold onto your panties for a minute, I’ll explain further. No matter what he says to her, the dude’s tryin’ to get into the broad’s panties. “I’m not sure why I called...”. Yea…right. He may be sellin’ it to the gal like that, but what the dude’s really sayin’ is:
“I gotta serious case of blue balls. And my 1 though 7 goto gals ain’t havin’ no parts of it. That’s why I’m givin’ you this call. Much like an army reservist, it’s your turn to spend some time in the Iraq of my pants (or maybe since it’s the 70’s it should be the Vietnam of my pants).”
I’m sorry, but you don’t go from “yea, it’s been awhile” to “I really do miss your smile”, unless you’re seriously desperate for some action. If this chick was good lookin’, and he hadn’t seen her in awhile, he’d have to lay it on plenty thicker. Not like this lyrical mess:
“I’m not talkin’ about movin in. And I don’t want to change your life. But there’s a warm wind blowin’. And the stars are out….”
Let’s throw those lyrics into the Juice’s translator. And what do we get?
“…I’m talkin' ‘bout nalin, ya. And I don’t wanna change MY life. But there’s a warm wind blowin’. And my cock is hard…”
See? Not only does it reek of desperation, but it REALLY reeks of desperation.
Look at the shit this dude’s willin’ to do to get this gal. Walk through a windy park? Take a drive along the beach? Yea, that’s right. He ain’t willin’ to do anythin’ for her. This gal must be a real dog. He won’t even spend any money on her. That’s pretty bad. This dude might be better off visitin’ his local “news” stand and buyin’ some swanky 70’s porn.
Need further convincin’? No? Tough shit. I got it written already. Suffer. But, before you do, you might want to grab yourself a slug of Ritz crackers, cause this dude’s gonna spread the cheese. “I won’t ask for promises, so you won’t have to lie. We’ve both played that game before, say I love you then say goodbye”. C’mon! Those are the worst lines I’ve heard since my buddy, Paco Reban used the followin’ nuggets on 30 different gals one night: “You’re so dang pretty, it hurts my eyes. Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna stand here next to ya, but look away”. I shit you not! Paco actually used those lines!
Much like this post, the song goes on and on and on from there. It doesn’t really cover any new ground. Just keeps on repeatin’ itself. The dude’s just beggin and beggin’. I’m willin’ to bet dollars to donuts, the poor bastard just ended up crankin it off that night. Maybe England Dan’s follow up should’ve been: “I’ve Been Crankin’ for Too Long, What’s a Dude Gotta Do to Get a Hummer ‘Round Here?”. Title’s a bit long, but I guess that’s why I don’t get paid to write lyrics. Now that I think about it, I don’t get paid to write either. Hmmmm….
Dang, I really needed that time to myself! Jessica and Kelly. Whew…the Juice is still reelin’ from the thought of it. At one point, Kelly was…uhhhh. Maybe I shouldn’t. Let’s just say up in the ol’ noodle, both gals were thankin’ the Juice. But, let’s move on. Let’s take a gander at the lyrics to I’d Really Love to See You Tonight, shall we?
Hello, yeah, it's been a while.
Not much, how 'bout you?
I'm not sure why I called,
I guess I really just wanted to talk to you.
And I was thinking maybe later on,
We could get together for a while.
It's been such a long time,
And I really do miss your smile.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
We could go walking through a windy park,
Or take a drive along the beach.
Or stay at home and watch t.v.
You see, it really doesn't matter much to me.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
I won't ask for promises,
So you won't have to lie.
We've both played that game before,
Say I love you, then say goodbye.
I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.
Man, I thought that Pina Colada song was retarded. Ugghhhh…this song not only takes the cake, but the whole dang table. What was it about the 70’s that made all the songs so dang fruity? Was it the backlash to the hippie-ness of the 60’s? Were these crappy songs a response to the supposed “cool” songs of Zeppelin, the Who and the Beatles? And what’s the deal with Paul McCartney anyway? Does he really need to put out another album (or cd or whatever they call releases these days). Does anyone really care besides the folks over 45? Does Paul really need another dime? I’m not sayin’ he should shrivel up and die, but C’mon! Give it a rest, for the love of the Christ. How about this for cuttin’ edge: If Paul really wants to record music, why not put it out there for free? Or at a discounted price? The cat has enough cash, right? If he was recordin’ for the love (and not just cause he sold his soul to the devil back in the early sixties. why else were the Beatles so fuckin’ popular? Have you ever listened to any of that drivel?), just put it out there. I guess not everyone is as pathetic as the Juice. You know, puttin’ out his blood, sweat and tears to the world for FREE. At least I walk the walk. How you like me now, “Sir” Paul McCartney? You want a piece of this? Yea…I didn’t think so. But, anyway…
Anytime I hear I’d Really Love to See You Tonight, the Juice’s mind starts to wander. I start thinkin’ about shag carpetin’, orange furniture, wide lapels and bell bottoms. Oh…and don’t forget the cheesy wine and fire place. I feel so skanky. Like lookin’ at vintage porn. I know. I know. Let’s get to the fuckin’ song already.
Well, first of all, we’ve got this one way conversation going on. Now the Juice may be a complete idiot, as the missus would no doubt testify, but I get the distinct impression this cat hasn’t been laid in quite some time. The name of this game is desperation. How do I know? 'Cause is sure as shit seems like he’s callin’ a woman he ain’t talked to in quite some time.
“Hello, yea, it’s been awhile. Not much? How ‘bout you?...”
This isn’t the kinda shit you say to someone you talk to on a semi regular basis. The Juice’s feelin’ it’s been at least 4 to 6 weeks since this douche bag has talked to the woman. What? What’s that you’re askin'? “What does that have to do with the shape of Icelandic women’s vaginas?” If you can manage to hold onto your panties for a minute, I’ll explain further. No matter what he says to her, the dude’s tryin’ to get into the broad’s panties. “I’m not sure why I called...”. Yea…right. He may be sellin’ it to the gal like that, but what the dude’s really sayin’ is:
“I gotta serious case of blue balls. And my 1 though 7 goto gals ain’t havin’ no parts of it. That’s why I’m givin’ you this call. Much like an army reservist, it’s your turn to spend some time in the Iraq of my pants (or maybe since it’s the 70’s it should be the Vietnam of my pants).”
I’m sorry, but you don’t go from “yea, it’s been awhile” to “I really do miss your smile”, unless you’re seriously desperate for some action. If this chick was good lookin’, and he hadn’t seen her in awhile, he’d have to lay it on plenty thicker. Not like this lyrical mess:
“I’m not talkin’ about movin in. And I don’t want to change your life. But there’s a warm wind blowin’. And the stars are out….”
Let’s throw those lyrics into the Juice’s translator. And what do we get?
“…I’m talkin' ‘bout nalin, ya. And I don’t wanna change MY life. But there’s a warm wind blowin’. And my cock is hard…”
See? Not only does it reek of desperation, but it REALLY reeks of desperation.
Look at the shit this dude’s willin’ to do to get this gal. Walk through a windy park? Take a drive along the beach? Yea, that’s right. He ain’t willin’ to do anythin’ for her. This gal must be a real dog. He won’t even spend any money on her. That’s pretty bad. This dude might be better off visitin’ his local “news” stand and buyin’ some swanky 70’s porn.
Need further convincin’? No? Tough shit. I got it written already. Suffer. But, before you do, you might want to grab yourself a slug of Ritz crackers, cause this dude’s gonna spread the cheese. “I won’t ask for promises, so you won’t have to lie. We’ve both played that game before, say I love you then say goodbye”. C’mon! Those are the worst lines I’ve heard since my buddy, Paco Reban used the followin’ nuggets on 30 different gals one night: “You’re so dang pretty, it hurts my eyes. Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna stand here next to ya, but look away”. I shit you not! Paco actually used those lines!
Much like this post, the song goes on and on and on from there. It doesn’t really cover any new ground. Just keeps on repeatin’ itself. The dude’s just beggin and beggin’. I’m willin’ to bet dollars to donuts, the poor bastard just ended up crankin it off that night. Maybe England Dan’s follow up should’ve been: “I’ve Been Crankin’ for Too Long, What’s a Dude Gotta Do to Get a Hummer ‘Round Here?”. Title’s a bit long, but I guess that’s why I don’t get paid to write lyrics. Now that I think about it, I don’t get paid to write either. Hmmmm….
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