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July 7, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “Ben” – Michael Jackson
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Rat/Ox/Tiger/Rabbit/Dragon/Snake/Horse/Sheep/Monkey/ Rooster/Dog/Pig.”
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This SLS pick doesn’t contain any of this week’s theme words, but it’s about a rat!
Sung by a teenage Michael Jackson, Ben was the theme song of the 1972 movie of the same name, which was the sequel to another killer rat movie, Willard.
Fun Facts:
Ben was Michael Jackson’s first solo U.S. #1 song.
Ben spent one week at the top of the U.S. pop chart. Billboard ranked it as the No. 20 song for 1972.
Ben won a Golden Globe for Best Song and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1973.
Originally written for Donny Osmond, Ben was offered to Jackson as Osmond was on tour at the time and unavailable for recording.
The video is of Jackson performing the song at the 45th Annual Academy Awards in 1973.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
Ben
by Michael Jackson
Songwriters: Don Black / Walter Scharf
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I’ll never be alone, and you, my friend, will see
You’ve got a friend in me
Ben, you’re always running here and there
You feel you’re not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind and don’t like what you find
There’s something you should know, you’ve got a place to go
I used to say I and me, now it’s us, now it’s we
I used to say I and me, now it’s us, now it’s we
Ben most people would turn you away
I don’t listen to a word they say
They don’t see you as I do
I wish they would try to’
I’m sure they’d think again if they had a friend like Ben
A friend like Ben
(Like Ben)
Like Ben
Compiled from Google, Genius Lyrics, Wikipedia, and Songfacts.com
June 30, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “Where Do We Go From Here” – Vanessa Williams
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Who/What/When/Where/Why/How.”
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Though it’s billed as the official theme for the 1996 film, Eraser, Where Do We Go From Here does not appear on the soundtrack album.
Recorded by Vanessa Williams, who costarred in the Arnold Schwarzenegger action thriller, the Top 5 Hot Adult Contemporary Tracks hit appears on Williams’ 1998 greatest hits album Greatest Hits: The First Ten Years… and several of my playlists!
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
Where Do We Go From Here
by Vanessa Williams
Songwriters: Linda Thompson / Evan Kopelson / David Foster / Douglas Pashley
Life can be strange, somethings we forget
Or rearrange in time, lose the past
Tell me the truth, tell me how can I know
That this new love of ours, that its gonna last
I need your strength and I feel your worth
With you I feel protected from all harm
Where do we go from here it’s clear
You erase the fear in me, that keeps me alone
Where do we go from here I know
No matter what the road, your love will lead me home
What’s in a name, his life just a game
We color then erase (we’ve been erased), when we lose face
How many lives, tell me how many tries
Before we get it right (before we get it right), the truth is inside
I need your strength and I feel your worth
With you I feel protected from all harm
Where do we go from here it’s clear
You erase the fear in me, that keeps me alone
Where do we go from here I know
No matter what the road, your love will lead me home
When I never weak, so weak
To scared to speak
When I never low, so low
To tell me, you will never need
Where do we go from here it’s clear
You erase the fear in me, that keeps me alone
Where do we go from here I know
No matter what the road, your love will lead me home
No matter what the road, your love will lead me home
Source: LyricFind
Compiled from Google, Genius Lyrics, Wikipedia, and Songfacts.com
June 23, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “You Win Again” – Bee Gees
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Cards/Dice/Gamble/Lose/Win.”
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Left to my own devices too long and I will sneak in a Bee Gees song. Count on it! 
June 16, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “You’re Gonna Miss This” – Trace Adkins
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Dad/Father/Barbecue.”
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One of my favorite country songs has a “daddy-feel” to it, thanks to its performer, Trace Adkins. You’re Gonna Miss This was released in January 2008 as the second and final single from Adkins’ album American Man: Greatest Hits Volume and became his fastest-climbing single to date, his third Number One hit on the Billboard Hot Country Songs charts, peaked at #12 on the Billboard Hot 100, and #19 on the Pop 100 charts.
Ashley Gorley, one of the song’s writers, came up with the central idea for You’re Gonna Miss This one day while a repairman was working on his house. His two children (ages two and four at the time; he has since had a third) were running around the house and stealing the repairman’s tools; after Gorley apologized, the repairman replied, “Don’t worry about it — I’ve got two babies, too.” Gorley, after determining that the incident with the repairman might work as a song idea, recalled it to Lee Thomas Miller, who then suggested the title You’re Gonna Miss This.
Adkins then decided to record it after hearing it; being the father of five daughters, its message resonated with him.
Fun Facts:
Gorley and Miller worked backward from the bridge, changing the song’s scenario several times until they finally settled on having the song focus on a female central character.
The song’s music video was filmed in Adkins’s hometown of Sarepta, Louisiana and contains a variety of Americana scenes framed around the singer traveling about in a pickup truck.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
You’re Gonna Miss This
by Trace Adkins
Songwriters: Ashley Gorley / Lee Thomas Miller
She was staring out the window of that SUV
Complaining, saying “I can’t wait to turn eighteen”
She said “I’ll make my own money, and I’ll make my own rules”
Momma put the car in park out there in front of the school
She kissed her head and said “I was just like you”
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
Before she knows it she’s a brand new bride
In her one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by
He tells her “It’s a nice place”
She says “It’ll do for now”
Starts talking about babies and buying a house
Daddy shakes his head and says “Baby, just slow down”
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
Five years later there’s a plumber workin’ on the water heater
Dog’s barkin’, phone’s ringin’
One kid’s cryin’, one kid’s screamin’
She keeps apologizin’
He says “They don’t bother me
I’ve got two babies of my own
One’s thirty six, one’s twenty three
Huh, it’s hard to believe, but
You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna’ miss this
Yeah
You’re gonna’ miss this
Compiled from Google, Genius Lyrics, Wikipedia, and Songfacts.com
June 9, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “Into the Night” – Benny Mardones
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Desire/Lust/Romance/Passion.”
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Its lusty, rebellious vibe has made Into the Night a favorite for decades, but I still get creeped out sometimes by the pervy feel with the opening line, “She’s just 16 years old, leave her alone, they said.” Mardones said the 16-year-old girl he’s singing about was named Heidi, and she lived in his apartment in Spanish Harlem. Their relationship was purely platonic, however, as Benny looked after Heidi and her family after her father left. Benny would pay her $50 a week to walk his basset hound, Zanky.
Fun Facts:
When this song became a hit, Benny Mardones suddenly found himself with a great deal of money and fame, which he didn’t handle very well. He developed a cocaine addiction and got in the habit of drinking a bottle of whiskey every night. He recorded the album Too Much To Lose the next year, but when it came time to tour and promote it, he was in Miami, wasted out of his mind. His momentum was stopped cold and his record company, Polydor, lost interest.
Mardones originally released Into the Night in June 1980. The song peaked at No. 11 on the Hot 100 for two weeks in September 1980, logging 20 weeks on the chart before falling off in late October. Mardones was unable to duplicate the success of Into the Night and is considered a one-hit wonder.
In 1989, a “Where Are They Now?” Arizona radio segment spurred L.A. DJ Scott Shannon to add the song to his playlist, ultimately rocketing the song back onto the national charts, on May 6, 1989. Mardones’ recording peaked this time at No. 20 the first week in July, adding 17 weeks to its previous run of 20, to add up to a total of 37 (nonconsecutive) weeks.
Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
Into the Night
by Benny Mardones
Songwriters: Benny Mardones & Robert Tepper
She’s just sixteen years old
Leave her alone, they say
Separated by fools
Who don’t know what love is yet
But I want you to know
If I could fly
I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you’ve never seen, ever seen
It’s like having a dream
Where nobody has a heart
It’s like having it all
And watching it fall apart
And I would wait till the end of time for you
And do it again, it’s true
I can’t measure my love
There’s nothing to compare it to
But I want you to know
If I could fly
I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Oh if I could fly
I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Like you’ve never seen, ever seen
Oh if I could fly
I’d pick you up
I’d take you into the night
And show you a love
Oh if I could fly
I’d pick you up
And take you into the night
If I could fly
I’d pick you up
And into the night
Fly
I’d pick you up
Compiled from Google, Genius Lyrics, Wikipedia, and Songfacts.com
June 2, 2019
Song Lyric Sunday | “I Can’t Stop Loving You” – Kem
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Avenue/Boulevard/Drive/Lane/Road/Street.”
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I had a song already chosen for this week’s theme, but forgive me if I step away from that.
I lost my husband unexpectedly Thursday morning. While he’d suffered from ESRD (End Stage Renal Disease) and was a dialysis patient for several years, we’d always managed… until his body’d had enough.
This song is for Dennis, my husband and my heart for the last 35 years.
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Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos and/or gifs above. No copyright infringement intended.
I Can’t Stop Loving You
by Kem
Songwriter: Kim L. Owens
I think about the day I met the perfect stranger
I think about us
And I think about the day
I got wrapped around your finger
I think about us
The sun was shining on you
The Lord was smiling on me
And love was calling us
I had my mind made up
I can’t stop loving you
I can’t help myself
And I can’t get over you
No matter what I tell myself, baby
Never thought I’d love anyone else
In my weakness
I think about us
And I think about the day
You left without speaking
I think about us
I think about the love we had for our children
I think about us
I think about the way we laughed without a reason
I think about us, girl
There will be no more lies
Somebody tell me why I feel like I’m dying
Lord, what’s come over me?
Oh, baby, can’t you see that?
I can’t stop loving you
I can’t help myself
And I can’t get over you
(I can’t get over you, baby)
No matter what I tell myself, baby
(No matter what I tell myself, baby)
I can’t stop loving you, girl
(I can’t stop loving you, girl)
No matter how hard I try
(No matter how hard I try)
And I can’t get over you
(I can’t get over you, baby)
And I don’t know why
I think about us
I think about us
I think about us
I think about us
I think about us
I think about us
I think about us
I can’t get over you, baby
Girl
Compiled from Google, Genius Lyrics, Wikipedia, and Songfacts.com
May 26, 2019
#My52 “Captive Heart, Part VII”
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#My52 – Week 21
Word Prompt – breakfast
Word Count – 1161
Reading Time – 2 mins, 16 secs
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“Man, this is some straight up bull.”
Prentiss paced around the sofa where his brother sat slumped over.
“You know Yvonne is behind this. Have the cops even questioned her?”
Mark sat up, dragging his hands down his face and through his dreads. “It’s 3 a.m., dude, and it hasn’t been an hour since they finished with me. I’m sure they haven’t knocked on her door yet.”
“What the hell are they waiting for? An invitation to tea? They should have picked her up the second you gave them her name.”
When he got no response, Prentiss plopped own on the sofa next to Mark. “You look like hell.”
“Damn. Thanks, man. Love you too.”
“You know what I mean. I’m sorry for blowing up at you. It just pisses me off to see you go through shit like this when you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“It’s definitely not the weekend I planned.”
“I know, right? It was cool getting away to chill with Mom and Pop-… oh, damn! Mom and Pop. What are you going to tell them?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Huh uh. You know how upset they’ll be if you don’t call them right away.”
“And tell them what? That ten years of my life has been destroyed and the woman carrying my child is responsible?”
He rose from the sofa and walked over to the patio doors, staring out into the darkness. “I don’t know of anyone who could hate me this much. Yvonne is angry I said no to marriage, and yes, she knew I’d be out of town,” he turned to his brother, “but this is extreme for even her.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what –”
“She hasn’t been questioned yet and you’re already absolving her of guilt.”
“I’m not- ”
“You are! I get it, man. You still care about her. Maybe even love her. She’s held your heart captive since we were kids. But the Mark I spent the last few days with had found direction and was making plans. Hold on to that guy.”
“I hear you and you’re right.”
He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and turned back to the darkness of the night.
“It’s just coming to terms with everything being gone. My furniture, clothes, artwork… nothing was spared.”
“What are you going to do?”
“It’s not like I have options. Detective Lewis said they’d be done with my place no later than Monday morning. I have to get an adjuster in to file a claim, get the place cleaned up… and start over.”
“Damn. This is just messed up.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but I appreciate my big brother taking me in until I get it all figured out.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“What was I supposed to do? Let you stay in some hotel with five dollar bottled water and ten dollar peanuts? Not gonna happen. Mi casa, es tu casa.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Stop thanking me. Now I can blame you for eating all the creamsicles.”
“I hate those things.”
Prentiss waggled his eyebrows. “That’s beside the point.”
Mark smiled for the first time since he’d arrived.
“That’s more like it! Now, c’mon.”
“I know I’ll regret asking, but where are we going in the middle of the night?”
“We’re both too agitated to sleep so you’re buying me breakfast.”
He had no appetite, but Mark was grateful for the distraction… and his brother.
He was sick of lists.
There was a list of damages for the police department, another for his insurance claim and HOA, and still a shopping list for his immediate personal needs.
Going over the project list for the rebuild one more time, Mark hit send on the email tab. Now it was Bailey’s problem.
He sat back in the chair, the weight of the week bearing down on him. Yvonne had returned none of his calls or texts and his recent conversation with Detective Lewis only added fuel to the fire.
“The partial prints the crime scene unit pulled weren’t enough to match any prints on file.”
“So, what are you saying, Detective?”
“We have no leads… ”
“Great. Just great.”
“… but we keep the investigation going. Try another canvas of your building and neighborhood.”
“Why bother? My neighbor was out and no one else heard anything.”
“You’d be surprised at what people remember after we’ve questioned them that’s helped us solve cases.”
“Detective, are you sure positive – ”
“Mr. Kelly, we’ve confirmed everything twice. Ms. Bellgoode was at her parents’ in San Diego from Friday afternoon until Monday morning.”
“Pretty convenient.”
“Agreed, not to mention the young lady is far too arrogant and condescending for my tastes, but I have no choice but to look for other leads.”
“Of which you have none.”
“True. But let me ask you again. You seriously believe your girlfriend is capable of something like this?”
Mark sighed. “Until a few weeks ago, I would have said no. But things went sour fast and I saw a different side of her, or maybe it was there all along and I just refused to see it. And she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”
“But the baby?”
“Still not sure about that. She said she was pregnant, but I’ve seen no confirmation.”
“Domestic issues turn ugly fast but I hope you’re wrong if you are going to be a father.”
Mark wasn’t optimistic about the future. The insurance adjuster had said what Detective Lewis left out.
“I see this two or three times a month, unfortunately. Homes are broken into all the time. Thieves are looking for items they can turn into quick cash.” He looked down at his portable workstation. “They took nothing from your place, but destroyed everything. This wasn’t random… this was personal.”
He’d been with Yvonne over five years and had dated no one else in over six. He hung out with his brother or guys from his work crew. His closest friend from college lived over seven hours away. There was no one else in his immediate personal life. If it wasn’t Yvonne, who did this to him?
Mark shoved his tablet into his backpack, locked up the work shack and headed for the parking lot.
He’d told his crew he might join him at Dessie’s for a beer, but now all he wanted to do was get back to his brother’s place and try to rest his weary mind. When had his life become such a shit-storm?
Mark’s brain had other plans, however, racking up a to-do list for the weekend ahead. Furniture store, bedding and linen, dishes-
His heart sank as he approached his Tahoe.
Stunned, he walked around the vehicle then turned in circles taking in the empty parking lot.
No security cameras, and construction fencing blocking all view from the street.
A perfect place and opportunity for someone to slash his tires and smash out his windows.
Clenching his fists, Mark’s body shook with contempt and rage for the anonymous attacker… who was stalking him.
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Someone is turning Mark’s life upside down and the police say it isn’t Yvonne. Is there someone else with a grudge against Mark Kelly?
To be continued…
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI |
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Song Lyric Sunday | “Rapper’s Delight” – Sugarhill Gang
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Cool/Groovy/Hip/Nifty/Radical/Swell.”
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When you hear the opening lines of “I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie, to the hip hip hop and you don’t stop…” you don’t have to be a Boomer or old head to recognize Rapper’s Delight, the first commercially successful hip-hop single. It is, and will continue to be, one of the most influential songs in hip-hop. Its beat, which samples the bass from Chic’s Good Times, has been sampled countless times, and many of the song’s phrases have become ingrained in hip-hop culture.
Rapper’s Delight would have been the first rap record to be certified gold (more than 500,000 copies sold), but label head Joe Robinson wouldn’t pay for an RIAA membership; instead he made his own plaques and gave them to artists. Dan Charnas quotes him in his book, The Big Payback:
Why should I pay two percent of my gross profits just to send an accountant to look at my books?
Though not the first rap gold record, it is reported to be the best-selling 12-inch single of all-time by Hip Hop journalist Jeff Chang in his book Can’t Stop Won’t Stop.
FUN FACTS
Grandmaster Caz, who wrote many of Big Bank Hank’s rhymes didn’t get a dime (or any type of credit) for the song’s success at the time.
Rapper’s Delight peaked at number 36 in January 1980 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 chart, number 4 on the U.S. Hot Soul Singles chart in December 1979, number 1 on the Canadian Singles Chart in January 1980, number 1 on the Dutch Top 40, and number 3 on the UK Singles Chart.
The Sugar Hill Gang appeared on the syndicated Soap Factory Disco Show in late 1979, and their performance later became the song’s official music video. The group’s performance on the Palisades Park-based program demonstrates the significant overlap between early hip hop and disco of the late 1970s.
I was still in my teens when Rapper’s Delight topped charts and was the go-to dance favorite in the clubs and at every house party. Each generation does its own thing and rap/hip hop have changed, but as this cut celebrates it fortieth anniversary this year, it’s still a “party ova’ here” whenever it’s played.
Enjoy!
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Rapper’s Delight
by Sugarhill Gang
Songwriters: Grandmaster Caz, Master Gee, Wonder Mike, Big Bank Hank, Nile Rodgers, Bernard Edwards & Sylvia Robinson
[Hook 1: Wonder Mike]
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat[Verse 1: Wonder Mike]
Now, what you hear is not a test, I’m rapping to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See I am Wonder Mike and I’d like to say “hello”
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow
But first, I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
Let’s rock, you don’t stop
Rock the rhythm that’ll make your body rock
Well so far you’ve heard my voice, but I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my man Hank; come on, Hank, sing that song
[Verse 2: Big Bank Hank]
Check it out, I’m the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y
You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I’ll tell you why
You see I’m six foot one and I’m tons of fun and I dress to a tee
You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain’t the whack
I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall
I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball
Hear me talking ’bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn’t give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime ’til I made it again
[Hook 2: Big Bank Hank]
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what?)
Cause I’ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend
[Post-Hook: Big Bank Hank]
Uh Master Gee, my mellow?
It’s on you so what you gonna do?
[Verse 3: Master Gee]
Well it’s on and on and on, on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I’m going down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I’m feeling the highs and you’re feeling the lows
The beat starts getting into your toes
You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet
And moving your body while you’re sitting in your seat
And then damn, you start doing the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air
You’re rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere
You’re rocking to the beat without a care
With the sure-shot emcees for the affair
Now, I’m not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All I’m here to do ladies is hypnotize
Singing on and on and on, on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singing on and on and on, on and on
Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie
Pop the pop, pop, you don’t dare stop
Come alive y’all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that’s okay, I still keep in stride
Cause all I’m here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singing on and on and on, on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
Singing on and on and on, on and on
Rock rock y’all get on the floor
[Hook 3: Master Gee]
I’m gonna freak ya here I’m gonna freak you there
I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
[Post-Hook: Master Gee]
Cause I’m one of a kind and I’ll shock your mind
I’ll put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said 1-2-3-4, come on, girls, get on the floor
Uh, come alive, y’all gimme what ya got
Cause I’m guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for?
[Hook 1: Wonder Mike]
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
[Verse 4: Wonder Mike]
Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scooby doo
And guess what, America: we love you
Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock ’til you’re a hundred and one years old
I don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boast
But we like hot butter on a breakfast toast
Rock it up, uh, baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie the bang bang the boogie
To the beat beat, it’s so unique
Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat
[Bridge: Intro sound: 16 measures]
[Hook 1: Wonder Mike]
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
[Verse 5: Wonder Mike]
I said I can’t wait ’til the end of the week
When I’m rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat
An attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you can’t speak
To do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called the freak
And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don’t get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank, uh, sing that song
To the rhythm of the boogie the bang bang the bong
[Verse 6: Big Bank Hank]
Well, I’m Imp the Dimp the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I’m the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker emcees try to prove a point
We’re treacherous trio, uh, with a serious joint
A from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I’ve created a devastating masterpiece
I’m gonna rock the mic til you can’t resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she’s heard stories and she’s heard fables
That I’m vicious on the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before
She said “damn fly guy I’m in love with you”
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby what’s your name
Said “I go by the name of Lois Lane”
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said he’s a fairy I do suppose
Flying through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
I said you need a man who’s got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party ’til the early light
He can’t satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it
An I’m here and I’m there I’m Big Bank Hank, I’m everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don’t care
Let’s do it, uh, don’t stop y’all, uh, tick a tock y’all you don’t stop
[Hook 2: Big Bank Hank]
I go: Hotel, motel, what you gonna do today (say what)
I’m gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, holiday inn
You see, if your girl starts acting up then you take her friend
[Post-Hook: Big Bank Hank]
I say skip, dive, what can I say
I can’t fit em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust them out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house
[Verse 7: Master Gee]
It was 12 o’clock one Friday night
I was rocking to the beat and feeling all right
Everybody was dancing on the floor
Doing all the things they never did before
And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
She came into the bar, she came into the scene
As she traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white Sassons
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, its time for me to release
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is called Phase Two
And let me tell ya something we’re a hell of a crew
Once a week we’re on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it free
For you to party, got to have the moves
So we’ll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you got to be hype
So we’ll get right down for you tonight
Now the system’s on and the girls are there
You definitely have a rocking affair
But let me tell ya something there’s still one fact
That to have a party ya got to have a rap
So when the party’s over, you’re making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping you start to dream
And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene
A name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was phase two just a doing a do
Rocking ya down cause ya know we could
To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
Come alive girls get on your feet
To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on
On and on into the break of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He’s guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
[Verse 8: Wonder Mike]
Like a can of beer that’s sweeter than honey
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet
Like a gambling fiend that does not bet
Like Dracula without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don’t taste good
Like a tree that’s not made out of wood
Like going up and not coming down
Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound
To the beat beat, ya do the freak
Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
Have you ever went over a friend’s house to eat
And the food just ain’t no good
I mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you’re full
And then your friend says “momma he’s just being polite
He ain’t finished uh-uh that’s bull”
So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says “man there’s plenty of food”
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food’s steaming your mind starts to dreaming
Of the moment that it’s time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken’s slowly rotting
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say that’s it I got to leave this place
I don’t care what these people think
I’m just sitting here making myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks
So you bust out the door while its still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says “I understand about the food
Baby but bubbah we’re still friends”
[Hook 1: Wonder Mike]
With a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don’t stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
[Post-Hook: Wonder Mike]
I say “Hank can ya rock?
Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop?
Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo”
I said “come on, make uh, make the people move”
[Verse 9: Big Bank Hank]
I go to the halls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock so well
I’m Big Bank, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice that I ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad
He said “sit down punk I wanna talk to you
And don’t say a word until I’m through
Now there’s a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever ya do in your lifetime
Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme”
So from six to six ’til this very day
Ill always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker emcees try to chump my style
I let them know that I’m versatile
I got style, finesse and a little black book
That’s filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look
But there’s a thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didn’t even bite and not a godd–m word
And I say a little more later on tonight
So the sucker emcees can bite all night
Uh, tick a tock y’all, a beat, beat y’all
A lets rock y’all, ya don’t stop
[Hook 2: Big Bank Hank]
It go: Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today (say what)
Cause I’ma get a fly girl gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go: Hotel, motel, holiday inn
You see if your girl starts acting up then you take her friends
[Post-Hook: Big Bank Hank]
A like that y’all to the beat y’all
A beat, beat y’all ya don’t stop
Uh, Master Gee am I mellow?
Its on you so whatcha gonna do?
[Verse 10: Master Gee]
Well like Johnny Carson on the late show
A like Frankie Crocker in stereo
Well like the Bar-Kays singing ‘Holy Ghost’
The sounds to throw down they’re played the most
Just like my man Captain Sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don’t stop
Get off y’all I’m here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that it makes you freak
And come alive girl, uh, get on your feet
A like a Perry Mason without a case
Like Farrah Fawcett without her face
Like the barkays on the mic
Like getting right down for you tonight
Like moving your body so ya don’t know how
Right to the rhythm and throw down
Like coming alive to the Master Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two I was doing the do
At the age of three it was you and me
Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee
At the age of four I was on the floor
Giving all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five I didn’t take no jive
With the Master Gee its all the way live
At the age of six I was uh, picking up sticks
Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed
At the age of seven I was rocking in heaven
Dontcha know I went off
I got right on down to the beat you see
Getting right on down making all the girls
Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
To the double beat, beat that makes you freak
At the age of eight I was, uh, really great
Cause every night you see I had a date
At the age of nine I was, uh, right on time
Cause every night I had a part to rhyme
Going on and on and on, on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn
A saying on and on and on, on and on
Like a hot buttered the pop the pop the popcorn
A saying on and on and on on and on
Cause I’m a helluva man when I’m on the mic
I am the definite feast delight
I’m a helluva man when I’m on the mic
I am the definite feast delight
Call me the master gee you see
The brother who rocks so viciously
[Hook 3: Master Gee]
I’m gonna freak ya here I’m gonna freak ya there
I’m gonna move you outta this atmosphere
[Outro: Master Gee]
…..The east to the west, I rock you the best….
Compiled from Genius Lyrics, Google, Wikipedia, and YouTube.
May 19, 2019
#My52 “Captive Heart, Part VI”
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#My52 – Week 20
Word Prompt – elevator
Word Count – 921
Reading Time – 2 mins, 6 secs
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After dropping off Prentiss and promising to meet up for dinner next week, Mark Kelly headed for home.
Spending time with his family rejuvenated him. His parents’ understanding and wise counsel bolstered his resolve.
Charles Kelly’s expression had been grave.
“In a perfect world, we can do whatever we want, fulfill all our whims and desires.” He clasped his wife’s hand. “We will always support any decision you make and welcome a grandchild with open arms.”
“They will set records for spoiling a kid.”
Trudy covered her mouth to hide her giggles as Charles glared at his oldest son. “No comments from the peanut gallery.” He returned his attention to Mark.
“Follow your heart, son, but remember to listen to your mind… think it through. Marriage is an important step and not a solution to a problem.”
There was a time when he would have moved heaven and earth to have Yvonne as his wife. But loving eyes blinded him to her true character, her personal agenda, and the truth. He was nothing more than an end to the means for her, used and manipulated when needed then discarded.
Those days were over, but his mother cautioned him to not allow Yvonne to use their child as a pawn.
“All too often, children pay the price for their parents’ anger and hostility. I spent years watching my cousin, Chassie, use her son, Lee, to hurt his father. She’d show up at his job, home… family gatherings, always angry and yelling and demanding. He paid more than the required support but it was never enough for her. She wanted to make him pay for not wanting her and made the man’s life hell until he got an attorney and sued and won joint custody. Then, she interfered with his visitations.”
Trudy stared off across the backyard as though looking into the past.
“Karma is never far away though, and Chassie’s caught up to her and her bar-hopping when Lee was nine. She got two DUIs in a month and Lee’s dad sued for full custody and won.” She considered her son. “I don’t want you or any grandchild of mine going through that.”
After meeting with Yvonne and confirming her pregnancy and due date, he’d call the number on the business card his mother gave him. The family law firm had an excellent record in securing fathers’ rights in custody cases and Mark would fight for his.
He slowed as he drove past the front of his condo, curious about the police cars parked on the street. He hoped the McGills weren’t back to their weekend fighting. The management company said one more incident would force them to take legal action against the retired couple.
Rounding the corner, he entered the underground parking, glad to be home. He’d binge-watch the new season of Lucifer on Netflix and sleep-in tomorrow before getting an update on the workweek ahead.
After grabbing his duffel bag and laptop, Mark started for the elevator but stopped, seeing yellow police tape blocking the entrance.
His curiosity increased as he walked up the ramp to the exterior entrance.
Several police officers stood around the door. One stepped forward blocking Mark’s path.
“May I ask what your business is here, sir?”
Mark frowned. “I live here, What’s going on? What happened?”
“Do you have identification, sir?”
He pulled out his wallet and handed the cop his license. “Are you going to tell me what this is about? Is anyone hurt? Is it –”
The cop cut him off. “You live in unit E25?”
“Yes, I do. What is- ”
The cop turned and motioned to another uniformed colleague. “This is Mr. Kelly. He lives in E25. Escort him upstairs.”
“Sir, follow me, please.”
Exasperated, Mark followed the cop into the building and up three flights of stairs. Exiting the stairwell, he froze.
Only two units occupied each floor, and still more police personnel were gathered outside Mark’s condo.
Alarmed, he was in motion, rushing down the hallway.
“What’s going on here? What happened? This is my-”
“Sir?” A man in a dark suit tried to stop Mark but the uniformed cop spoke up.
“This is Mr. Kelly, the resident.”
Looking over the man’s shoulder, Mark’s mouth gaped open. He dropped his duffel and laptop bags.
“What the hell?”
Red paint covered every surface. Someone ripped the upholstery on the sofa and love seat to shreds before dousing them in paint. His flat screen television was smashed and lay in pieces in front of the stand. The African masks he’d spent years collecting were all smashed in the fireplace. Tables were overturned, pictures ripped from the walls… nothing had been spared.
“W-Who did this? When? Why?”
The suited man spoke up. “I’m Detective Lewis, Mr. Kelly and I was hoping you could answer those questions for us.”
Mark tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as he walked into his destroyed home. He turned in circles in the middle of the room, incredulous at the callous violation of his life. He hung his head.
“Mr. Kelly? Do you know who would do this to you? Mr. Kelly?”
He turned to the detective, shaking his head.
“You’re just getting home. Where have you been?”
“F-Fresno. Visiting my parents.”
“When did you leave town?”
“Wednesday.”
“Who knew you were leaving town?”
“My job. And my brother, but he was with me.”
“No one else?”
“No. I didn’t talk to -”
Mark clenched his fists as realization dawned on him.
Yvonne knew.
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Who vandalized Mark’s condo? Yvonne?
To be continued…
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V |
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Song Lyric Sunday | “Midnight Train to Georgia” – Gladys Knight & the Pips
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Song Lyric Sunday was created by Helen Vahdati from This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time and author Jim Adams from A Unique Title For Me is our current guest host. For complete rules or to join in the fun, click here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is “Dawn/Noon/Dusk/Midnight/Nocturnal/Diurnal.”
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Midnight Train to Georgia was written and originally recorded by Jim Weatherly, who had a solo hit in 1974 with The Need To Be.
Weatherly explained the origin of this song in an interview with Gary James: “The song actually came about after a phone call I had with Farrah Fawcett. Lee Majors was a friend of mine. We’d played in the Flag Football League together in L.A. He had just started dating Farrah. One day I called Lee and Farrah answered the phone. We were just talking and she said she was packing. She was gonna take the midnight plane to Houston to visit her folks. So, it just stayed with me.
After I got off the phone, I sat down and wrote the song probably in about 30 to 45 minutes. Something like that. Didn’t take me long at all, ’cause I actually used Farrah and Lee as kind of like characters I guess. A girl that comes to L.A. to make it and doesn’t make it and leaves to go back home. The guy goes back with her. Pretty simple little story, but it felt real to me. It felt honest to me. I played it for them and they loved it. I cut it on my first album as ‘Midnight Plane To Houston.’ And then later on, maybe a year or six months later, a guy in Atlanta wanted to cut the song on Cissy Houston, Whitney’s mother. They called and said they would like a more R&B sounding title and asked if we would mind if they changed the title to ‘Midnight Train To Georgia’ [so that “Houston” wouldn’t appear in both the title and artist name]. We said ‘change anything but the writer and publisher.’ So, he cut the song on Cissy Houston and it was a nice little cross between an R&B and country record. It got on the R&B charts.
That’s the version that Gladys heard. Some of the background vocals you hear on Glady’s records were first on Cissy Houston’s record. It wasn’t as much, but just some of the feel of the background vocals. And of course Gladys’ record was more of a groove-oriented thing. It wasn’t as slow. It just became a monster record.”
FUN FACTS
Midnight Train To Georgia was not only a #1 hit on both the Billboard Hot 100 and R&B, but also a #10 on the UK Singles chart. It garnered the group the 1974 Grammy Award for “Best R&B Vocal Performance” and was also inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. It is considered Gladys Knight’s signature song.
Gladys Knight & The Pips recorded Weatherly’s Neither One of Us (Wants to Be the First to Say Goodbye) in 1973 and released it as a kiss-off record as their contract to Motown Recording Company (Soul Record) was expiring. Neither One of Us was their biggest Motown/Soul hit, reaching #2 as the group signed with Buddha Records. When they decided to record an album consisting of only Jim Weatherly songs (Imagination), his publisher sent a copy of the song to Knight. This was the second single from the album, after Where Peaceful Waters Flow. It became the group’s biggest hit. The third and fourth singles off the album didn’t do too badly either – I’ve Got to Use My Imagination peaked at #4 in the US, Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me #3.
You might ask what, exactly, a “pip” is besides Knight’s backing singers. Well, a ‘pip’ is casino/gaming jargon for the spots on a die or domino. So when you’re at a craps table and you roll a “hard 8” on the dice, that means that there’s four pips showing on the face of each die, as opposed to an “easy 8” which would be the statistically more common 2-6 or 3-5 combinations of pips.
Enjoy!
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Midnight Train to Georgia
by Gladys Knight & the Pips
Songwriter: Jim Weatherly
[Verse 1]
Mmmm L.A
Proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man he couldn’t make it)
So he’s leavin’ the life he’s come to know
(He said he’s goin)
He said he’s goin’ back to find
(Goin back to find)
Ooh ooh ooh what’s left of his world
The world he left behind
Not so long ago
[Chorus]
He’s leaving (leavin)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leavin on a midnight train)
Said he’s goin’ back (Goin back to find)
To a simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
Oh yes he is
And I’ll be with him (I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine
(That world is his, his and hers alone)
[Verse 2]
He kept dreamin’ (Dreamin)
Ooh that someday he’d be a star
(A superstar but he didn’t get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don’t always come true
(Dreams don’t always come true)
Oh no! ah ah (uh uh, no, uh uh)
So he pawned all his hopes
And he even sold his old car
Bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh yes he did
[Chorus]
He said he would
Oh oh he’s leavin (leavin)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train )
Said he’s goin’ back to find (Goin back to find)
Oh a simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’m gonna be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world (Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)
Ooh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On the midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, a simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ve got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)
[Outro]
For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride
For love, gonna board, gotta board the midnight train to go
For love, gonna board, uh huh, the midnight train to go
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go, hey
I got to go
I got to go
My world, his world, my man, his girl
I got to go
I got to go, oh
I got to go
My world, his world, our world, his girl
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