― curious woman, Thursday, 29 July 2004 15:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Huck, Thursday, 29 July 2004 15:56 (twenty-one years ago)
(p.s. I have this song with me to play at Freaky Trigger tonight, if anyone fancies it)
― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 29 July 2004 15:56 (twenty-one years ago)
Hey, come to think of it, I STILL have never been to me!!
― briania (briania), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― cutty (mcutt), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:06 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― Markelby (Mark C), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:08 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:35 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― briania (briania), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ian c=====8 (orion), Thursday, 29 July 2004 16:59 (twenty-one years ago)
so, classic or dud on this classic then??
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDBuvEpb_u0
― Frogman Henry, Friday, 8 June 2007 08:25 (eighteen years ago)
Google randomly served up this song today, so obviously written by a man trying to keep his woman at home; all time couplet near the end...
Hey lady, you ladyCursing at your lifeYou're a discontented motherAnd a regimented wifeI 've no doubtYou dream about the things you'll never doBut I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to youOoh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could runTook the hand of a preacher manAnd we made love in the sunBut I ran out of places and friendly facesBecause I had to be freeI've been to paradise but I've never been to me...Please lady please ladyDon't just walk away'Cause I have this need to tell youWhy I'm all alone todayI can see so much of meStill living in your eyesWon't you share a partOf a weary heart that has lived a million livesOoh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of GreeceWhen I sipped champagne on a yachtI moved like Harlow in Monte CarloAnd showed them what I've gotI've been undressed by kingsAnd I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to seeI've been to paradise but I've never been to me...Hey, you know what paradise is?It's a lieA fantasy we created about people and placesAs we like them to beBut you know what truth is?It's that little baby you're holdingAnd it's that man you fought with this morningThe same one you are gonna make love to tonightThat's truth that's loveSometimes I've been to crying for unborn childrenThat might have made me completeBut I, I took the sweet lifeI never knew I'd be bitter from the sweetI spent my life exploringThe subtle whoringThat costs too much to be freeHey lady I've been to paradiseBut I've never been to me.
― BrianB, Tuesday, 7 December 2021 12:15 (four years ago)