How freaky! I got this song stuck in my head last week and actually found this video on youtube. I wonder if this is anything like the boy and the pearl from that Mimi Rogers-goes-to-pergutory movie.
I am so sorry for your suffering!
A few years ago there was a bad TV show by the same name, and horses were involved and yet, they didn't use the song. Mocking my daughters' poor taste in tv, I made it a mission to belt out the chorus whenever I walked into the room while they were watching. They never got it.
I've been listening to a relatively new oldies station - KMCq (104.5 FM) and this one is in regular rotation. They play a lot of stuff you haven't heard since junior high (if you're a person of a certain generation).
Ever notice there are aren't as many storytelling songs as there were? I'm thinking of Cat in the Cradle, this one, Ode to Billie Joe, etc.
@12, just try it. I'll nail you right back with "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" -- DUM dum-dum dum dum DUM dum-dum dum dum da DUM da-da DUM da-da DUM DUM.
@18 aw, you know that's been on my mind a lot too since Nick Ashford passed the other day. You've given us an earworm to remember him by this morning - thanks.
Dan, I played the shit out of that album when I was 13.
@11: My little friend, (whose name after all these years escapes me), and I performed this song for show and tell in the third grade at Our Lady of Lourdes grammar school in Salt Lake City. To this day I cannot believe the nuns let us get away with it.
@16: Since The Cure were not yet available to mope by, I loved the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald as a gloomy young teen. So wonderfully dirge like!
I'll also add my vote for the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Driving across the country once, I stopped to look out over the area of Lake Superior where the ship went down. It's a big, big lake, and so cold. The night we arrived in St. John's Nfld, we (boyfriend and I) went to a pub to toast the end of the journey and they played Lightfoot's ballad. We both cried.
I had the great misfortune to hear Seasons in the Sun recently, however. God, what a rank fetid pustule of a song.
My very first concert was Michael Martin Murphey at the Enumclaw Fair... my mom and dad enjoyed the first one of the day so much they dragged us back to see his second show that night. But as a certified horsey girl, I did love this song. There was also a cartoon in the early 80's called Wildfire that, while horse-and-girl-centric, apparently had nothing to do with this song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jn6BqCDo…
@30: Just like so many others from that soundtrack, I love that song. I often catch myself humming "The Big Rock Candy Mountain." Try getting that outta yer head.
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
~~~
In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
Ah yes, the greatest song ever written about the stupidest horse that ever lived. He freaked out and broke out of his stall because of a killing frost? Frost has caused the death of thousands of innocent tomatoes, but I doubt it ever had much effect on horses in barns. Hey Trigger, over-react much? Stupid, stupid horse.
BILLY, DON'T BE A HERO, DON'T BE A FOOL WITH YOUR LI-I-IFE!!!!!
Run, Joey, run, Joey, run....
@34, yeah, the killing frost thing...goofy horse. But we lived in a rural area, we were horsie girls, so this was a fave as a kid. Now it just irritates the fuck outta me. Just last month, I'm WAY the fuck up in the Blue Mountains...I can see the wind farm at Dayton from that height. My radio was on 'search' and finding nothing...forgot how loud I had it when all of a sudden...'SHE RAN CALLING WIIIIIIILD FIIIIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" OW! Fuck! Damned horse!
@35, I do the froggy voice quite well right now, I'm sick as a dog (but not a stupid horse afraid of frost that turns nasturtium vines to grey spaghetti)
If I suddenly get, "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" in my head, it's not good. Usually it means we're about to lose a fishing boat. Happens every time. But only if it occurs without having heard the song recently.
Funny Story: when I was 13 living in So Cal, a cousin from Pennsylvania came to live with us. She was a user and shared a bedroom with my nerdy 13 year old self. One evening while withdrawing from smack, she refused to go to bed until they played "wild fire" on the radio she was listening to in our room (keeping me awake). I finally stormed downstairs, dialed the radio station and demanded they put on the song so I could get some sleep and my crazy strung out cousin would turn that damn radio off. They recorded my call, put the song on.
The next morning I got grounded for using bad language that was put on the radio. Apparently my father was also awake at 2pm listening to that same radio station.
Equestrianightmare
A few years ago there was a bad TV show by the same name, and horses were involved and yet, they didn't use the song. Mocking my daughters' poor taste in tv, I made it a mission to belt out the chorus whenever I walked into the room while they were watching. They never got it.
I've been listening to a relatively new oldies station - KMCq (104.5 FM) and this one is in regular rotation. They play a lot of stuff you haven't heard since junior high (if you're a person of a certain generation).
Ever notice there are aren't as many storytelling songs as there were? I'm thinking of Cat in the Cradle, this one, Ode to Billie Joe, etc.
"torn between two lovers; feelin' like a fool. lovin' both of you is breakin' all the rules".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1F5BLLFA…
Am I going to have to pull out the "Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves" now, just to get you all to stop that incessant humming under your breath?
The real question os - does this seem to happen more with '70s soft-rock and ballad hits than any other genre? Or is that just the Camembert talking/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vST6hVRj…
i'm going to take my ears back to 'i'm every woman'... the chaka khan version..
...fuckers
"midnight at the oasis, send your camel to bed..."
Everybody sing along!!
This is why I keep "Stand" in my back pocket -- for these sorts of emergencies.
@11: My little friend, (whose name after all these years escapes me), and I performed this song for show and tell in the third grade at Our Lady of Lourdes grammar school in Salt Lake City. To this day I cannot believe the nuns let us get away with it.
@16: Since The Cure were not yet available to mope by, I loved the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald as a gloomy young teen. So wonderfully dirge like!
I had the great misfortune to hear Seasons in the Sun recently, however. God, what a rank fetid pustule of a song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jn6BqCDo…
It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...
Goin' to the chapel, and we're gonna get ma-a-a-ried...
There's nothing like fifties cheese to form ineradicable earworms. I tend to use Beethoven's Fifth or Ninth at top volume to drive them out.
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
~~~
In a little while from now
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
~~~
You're welcome!
But I like it :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-tRXewCA…
I am, of course, completely immune... heh.
Run, Joey, run, Joey, run....
@34, yeah, the killing frost thing...goofy horse. But we lived in a rural area, we were horsie girls, so this was a fave as a kid. Now it just irritates the fuck outta me. Just last month, I'm WAY the fuck up in the Blue Mountains...I can see the wind farm at Dayton from that height. My radio was on 'search' and finding nothing...forgot how loud I had it when all of a sudden...'SHE RAN CALLING WIIIIIIILD FIIIIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" OW! Fuck! Damned horse!
@35, I do the froggy voice quite well right now, I'm sick as a dog (but not a stupid horse afraid of frost that turns nasturtium vines to grey spaghetti)
If I suddenly get, "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" in my head, it's not good. Usually it means we're about to lose a fishing boat. Happens every time. But only if it occurs without having heard the song recently.
The next morning I got grounded for using bad language that was put on the radio. Apparently my father was also awake at 2pm listening to that same radio station.
Sometimes, you just can't win.