Back In Black by AC/DC

Back In Black by AC/DC

Great song to start the week and to start physical therapy on my broken wrist. BTW, I dig Malcolm Young’s white Gibson ES-345 in the video.

Back in black I hit the sack

I been too long I’m glad to be back

Yes I am

Let loose from the noose

That’s kept me hanging about

I keep looking at the sky cause it’s gettin’ me high

Forget the hearse cause I’ll never die

I got nine lives cat’s eyes

Using every one of them and runnin’ wild

Cause I’m back

Yes I’m back well I’m back

Yes I’m back

Well I’m back back

Well I’m back in black

Yes I’m back in black

Back in the back of a Cadillac

Number one with a bullet I’m a power pack

Yes I am

In a bang with the gang

They gotta catch me if they want me to hang

Cause I’m back on the track and I’m beatin’ the flack

Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap

So look at me now I’m just makin’ my play

Don’t try to push your luck just get out of my way

Cause I’m back

Yes I’m back

Well I’m back

Yes I’m back

Well I’m back back

Well I’m back in black

Yes I’m back in black

Well I’m back yes I’m back

Well I’m back yes I’m back

Well I’m back back

Well I’m back in black

Yes I’m back in black

Oh yes, let’s go

Gigolo

Oh yeah, yeah, give it up

Yeah-eah-eah, give it up

Well I’m back back

Well I’m back back

Back back

Back in black

Yes I’m back in black

Outta sight

#MusicMonday

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Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths

Bigmouth Strikes Again – The Smiths

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking

When I said I’d like to

Smash every tooth in your head

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking

When I said by rights you should be

Bludgeoned in your bed

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

As the flames rose to her Roman nose

And her Walkman started to melt

Bigmouth, bigmouth

Bigmouth strikes again

And I’ve got no right to take my place

With the human race

And now I know how Joan of Arc felt

Now I know of Joan of Arc felt

As the flames rose to her Roman nose

And her hearing aid started to melt

Bigmouth, bigmouth

Bigmouth strikes again

And I’ve got no right to take my place

With the human race

#MusicMonday

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Feels Like We Only Go Backwards by Tame Impala

Feels Like We Only Go Backwards by Tame Impala

Based on the Lonerism album title/theme, I’m assuming this is about a relationship. I’m sharing this because I like the song although it’s more about work going backwards for me.

It feels like I only go backwards baby

Every part of me says “go ahead”.

I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.

Feels like we only go backwards darling.

I know that you think, you sound

Silly when you call my name (my name)

But I get it inside my head all day.

When I realize I’m just holding onto

The hope that maybe

Your feelings don’t show…

It feels like I only go backwards baby.

Every part of me says go ahead.

I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.

Feels like we only go backwards darling.

The seed of all this indecision isn’t me, oh no,

‘Cause I decided long ago.

But that’s the way it seems to go when trying

So hard to get to something real,

It feels…

It feels like I only go backwards darling,

Every part of me says “go ahead”.

I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.

Feels like we only go backwards darlin’.

Feels like I only go backwards baby,

Every part of me says “go ahead”.

I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.

Feels like we only go backwards darling.

Feels like I only go backwards baby,

Every part of me says “go ahead”.

I got my hopes up again, oh no… not again.

Feels like we only go backwards darling.

#MusicMonday  

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Fortunate Son – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Fortunate Son – Creedence Clearwater Revival

Although Memorial Day isn’t Veterans Day, I can’t help but think of my father on this day. He was a medic in the Vietnam War and I’m sure Memorial Day has a different meaning for him. What the war did to him; what war does to people, is unconscionable. 

In the context of CCR, my father wasn’t a fortunate son and neither am I. I am fortunate to have a father that has taught me a lot. Just as he was fortunate to have a magnificent father, albeit one of average means. He is a tremendous human being and I hope to share some of his stories some day. 

Some folks are born, made to wave the flag

Ooo, their red, white and blue

And when the band plays “Hail to the Chief”

Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand

Lord, don’t they help themselves, y’all

But when the taxman comes to the door

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no

Yeah, yeah

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord

And when you ask ’em, “How much should we give?”

Ooh, they only answer “More! More! More!”, y’all

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, one

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no, no, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no, no, no

#MusicMonday   #MemorialDay  

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