Too Hot to Handle
10/05/07 14:40
“The
Heat Is On” by Glenn Frey
The heat is on, on
the street
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat's so loud, deep inside
The pressure's high, just to stay alive
'Cause the heat is on
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
the heat is on Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.
The shadows are on the darker side
Behind those doors, it's a wilder ride
You can make a break, you can win or lose
That's a chance you take, when the heat's on you
When the heat is on
(The Imbiber says: Has there ever been a worse mega-group-member-gone-solo than Glenn Frey? Seriously! The only guy who even comes close is Ringo Starr and he gets a pass because he was a frickin’ Beatle. Frey, on the other hand, has committed such sonic atrocities as “You Belong to the City,” “Smuggler’s Blues” and — gag! — “This Way to Happiness.” But nothing tops the sheer suckiness of Frey’s “The Heat is On,” a track from the “Beverly Hills Cop” soundtrack that polluted the airwaves ad nauseum back in 1984. Some may deem it a coincidence that George Orwell picked that year as the title of his famous dystopian novel, but not me. I suspect Orwell new something hideous would befall mankind in 1984, and “The Heat is On” proved him right.)
Inside your head, on every beat
And the beat's so loud, deep inside
The pressure's high, just to stay alive
'Cause the heat is on
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
the heat is on Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
Oh-wo-ho, oh-wo-ho
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
(Tell me can you feel it)
The heat is on, the heat is on, the heat is on
Oh it's on the street, the heat is - on.
The shadows are on the darker side
Behind those doors, it's a wilder ride
You can make a break, you can win or lose
That's a chance you take, when the heat's on you
When the heat is on
(The Imbiber says: Has there ever been a worse mega-group-member-gone-solo than Glenn Frey? Seriously! The only guy who even comes close is Ringo Starr and he gets a pass because he was a frickin’ Beatle. Frey, on the other hand, has committed such sonic atrocities as “You Belong to the City,” “Smuggler’s Blues” and — gag! — “This Way to Happiness.” But nothing tops the sheer suckiness of Frey’s “The Heat is On,” a track from the “Beverly Hills Cop” soundtrack that polluted the airwaves ad nauseum back in 1984. Some may deem it a coincidence that George Orwell picked that year as the title of his famous dystopian novel, but not me. I suspect Orwell new something hideous would befall mankind in 1984, and “The Heat is On” proved him right.)
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