Artist: Loverboy
Song: Lovin' Every Minute Of It
Year: 1985
Album: Lovin' Every Minute Of It
Would a band care so much that a cover band is badly playing one of their hits, that they march over to the small venue with a mob and play a different song? Apparently so. I think that's a safety violation with that many people in the elevator. A typical over-the-top escalating mob scene eighties video with groan inducing humor thrown in.
Lyrics:
I'm not man or machine
I'm just something in between
(Whoa-oa-whoa-oh-whoa)
I'm all love, a dynamo
So push the button and let me go
(Whoa-oa-whoa-oh-whoa)
You want me to come alive
Just flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on
Start me like a motor, make me run
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it C'mon
I got fun, you want some
I'm ever ready, Dr. Love
(Whoa-oa-whoa-oh-whoa)
I'm antenna, aerial
I'm tunin' in I'm outta control
(Whoa-oa-whoa-oh-whoa)
You got love, you got a deal
You wanna drive then take the wheel
You and me can let it be
Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on
Start me like a motor, make me run
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it Alright
Oh, You want me to come alive
Just flick the switch into overdrive
You and me can let it be
Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on
Start me like a motor, make me run
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
Lovin' every minute of it
C'mon and Touch that dial - Turn me on
Start me like a motor, make me run
Turn that dial all the way
Shoot me like a rocket into space
Lovin' every minute of it (Ow-ow-ow!)
Lovin' every minute of it
Whoa-oa-whoa-oh-whoa
Showing posts with label 1985. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 28, 2011
Sunday, January 4, 2009
The Goonies R Good Enough - Cyndi Lauper
Artist: Cyndi Lauper
Song: The Goonies R Good Enough
Year: 1985
Album: The Goonies
Cyndi Lauper has stated many times that she hated this song. I can understand her point. It is totally a product of the eighties. Overproduction, corny sounds and tied in with a kids movie. All of these things usually signals throwaway track.
Cyndi was asked to be the musical director on the Goonies soundtrack album. She wanted to make it as diverse as possible. I think she succeeded. Her song contribution to the film is probably the most memorable part of the soundtrack. Although, the rest of the soundtrack is very decent.
Cyndi was hospitalized during the production of the soundtrack. That could be part of the reason why she hates the song. Sometimes a song can be associated with a horrible incident. That could be enough to push the song out of favor. It's certainly not Cyndi's best song, but it still displays her fun attitude of that era.
I can remember seeing the Goonies at the drive in. The movie is still one of my favorites from that year. It was fun to see both parts of the video after all these years. The video shoot really looked like fun. It's hard to imagine all those wrestlers working on something like that. It just shows that 1985 was a very different time than today.
Lyrics:
Here we are hanging onto our strains
Of green and blues
Break the chain and we will break down
Oh it's not real if you don't feel it
Unspoken expectations
Ideals you use to play with
They've finally taken shape
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
What's good enough
Is good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Now you say you're starting to
feel the push and pull
Of what could be and never can.
You mirror me stumbling through those
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh, maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh, maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well, well
Uh-huh
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough
Good enough for
Is (Goonies) good enough for me
It's good enough
Goonies
Good enough
Good enough for
Is (Goonies) good enough for me
It's good enough
Song: The Goonies R Good Enough
Year: 1985
Album: The Goonies
Cyndi Lauper has stated many times that she hated this song. I can understand her point. It is totally a product of the eighties. Overproduction, corny sounds and tied in with a kids movie. All of these things usually signals throwaway track.
Cyndi was asked to be the musical director on the Goonies soundtrack album. She wanted to make it as diverse as possible. I think she succeeded. Her song contribution to the film is probably the most memorable part of the soundtrack. Although, the rest of the soundtrack is very decent.
Cyndi was hospitalized during the production of the soundtrack. That could be part of the reason why she hates the song. Sometimes a song can be associated with a horrible incident. That could be enough to push the song out of favor. It's certainly not Cyndi's best song, but it still displays her fun attitude of that era.
I can remember seeing the Goonies at the drive in. The movie is still one of my favorites from that year. It was fun to see both parts of the video after all these years. The video shoot really looked like fun. It's hard to imagine all those wrestlers working on something like that. It just shows that 1985 was a very different time than today.
Lyrics:
Here we are hanging onto our strains
Of green and blues
Break the chain and we will break down
Oh it's not real if you don't feel it
Unspoken expectations
Ideals you use to play with
They've finally taken shape
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
What's good enough
Is good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
Now you say you're starting to
feel the push and pull
Of what could be and never can.
You mirror me stumbling through those
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh, maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Old fashioned superstitions
I find too hard to break
Oh, maybe you're out of place
What's good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good enough
It's good enough for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough for you
Is good enough for me
It's good, it's good enough
It's good enough for me
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well, well
Uh-huh
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good enough
Good enough for
Is (Goonies) good enough for me
It's good enough
Goonies
Good enough
Good enough for
Is (Goonies) good enough for me
It's good enough
Friday, October 3, 2008
One More Minute - "Weird Al" Yankovic
Artist: "Weird Al" Yankovic
Song: One More Minute
Year: 1985
Album: Dare To Be Stupid
I've always been a huge fan of Weird Al. I always liked novelty songs and I would spend most Sunday nights listening to Dr. Demento. Sure, it's one thing to like Weird Al's parodies, but it's quite another to like his style parodies and originals. Sometimes they measure up to the parody songs and frequently they surpass them.
This song is an original in the style of doo wop. Supposedly, the song's origins started with a bad breakup. Whatever the origin, this is one of the best songs off of the Dare To Be Stupid album. That is an album that is pretty consistent in quality.
I was fortunate enough to see this song performed live in 1999. While the entire concert was a blast, Al outdid himself and walked into the audience during this song and started to interact with the crowd. It was a huge moment. My date and I had seats along the aisle and Al walked right past us. It was pretty thrilling.
Nothing could match the excitement after the concert though. We got to meet "Weird Al" Yankovic! He was as nice as you would expect him to be. Even though there was a line of people, Al took the time to speak with everyone in the line. Not just hellos and such, but an actual conversation. Ours lasted about 20 minutes! I'm sure I made a complete fool of myself, but that's OK. I got to meet an childhood idol of mine and was able to wrangle plenty of signed stuff.
Lyrics:
Aahh
Well I heard that you're leavin' (leavin')
Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind)
'Cause you found a brand new lover
You decided that I'm not your kind (aahh..)
So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex (oohh..)
And I tore all your pictures in two
And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo)
That's right (that's right) you ain't gonna see me cryin'
I'm glad (I'm glad) that you found somebody new
'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Than spend one more minute with you
I guess I might seem kinda bitter
You got me feeling down in the dumps
'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love
And I have to use the self-service pumps
Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase
You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two
'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Than watch you going out with other men
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yah)
Again and again and again and again and again
Oh, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, Darlin...
I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches)
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two
I'd rather clean all the bathroom in Grand Central Station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you
Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue
I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip my heart out of my ribcage with my bare hands
and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it 'till I die
Than spend one more minute with you
Song: One More Minute
Year: 1985
Album: Dare To Be Stupid
I've always been a huge fan of Weird Al. I always liked novelty songs and I would spend most Sunday nights listening to Dr. Demento. Sure, it's one thing to like Weird Al's parodies, but it's quite another to like his style parodies and originals. Sometimes they measure up to the parody songs and frequently they surpass them.
This song is an original in the style of doo wop. Supposedly, the song's origins started with a bad breakup. Whatever the origin, this is one of the best songs off of the Dare To Be Stupid album. That is an album that is pretty consistent in quality.
I was fortunate enough to see this song performed live in 1999. While the entire concert was a blast, Al outdid himself and walked into the audience during this song and started to interact with the crowd. It was a huge moment. My date and I had seats along the aisle and Al walked right past us. It was pretty thrilling.
Nothing could match the excitement after the concert though. We got to meet "Weird Al" Yankovic! He was as nice as you would expect him to be. Even though there was a line of people, Al took the time to speak with everyone in the line. Not just hellos and such, but an actual conversation. Ours lasted about 20 minutes! I'm sure I made a complete fool of myself, but that's OK. I got to meet an childhood idol of mine and was able to wrangle plenty of signed stuff.
Lyrics:
Aahh
Well I heard that you're leavin' (leavin')
Gonna leave me far behind (so far behind)
'Cause you found a brand new lover
You decided that I'm not your kind (aahh..)
So I pulled (I pulled) your name out (name out) of my Rolodex (oohh..)
And I tore all your pictures in two
And I burned down the malt shop where we used to go
Just because it reminds me of you (dippity dippity doo)
That's right (that's right) you ain't gonna see me cryin'
I'm glad (I'm glad) that you found somebody new
'Cause I'd rather spend eternity eating shards of broken glass
Than spend one more minute with you
I guess I might seem kinda bitter
You got me feeling down in the dumps
'Cause I'm stranded all alone in the gas station of love
And I have to use the self-service pumps
Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase
You ain't (you ain't) gonna break my heart in two
'Cause I'd rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip out my intestines with a fork
Than watch you going out with other men
I'd rather slam my fingers in a door (yah)
Again and again and again and again and again
Oh, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, Darlin...
I'd rather have my blood sucked out by leeches (leeches)
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two
I'd rather clean all the bathroom in Grand Central Station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you
Yes, I'd rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue
I'd rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you
I'd rather rip my heart out of my ribcage with my bare hands
and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it 'till I die
Than spend one more minute with you
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