Where "Am" They Now?
03/06/07 12:15
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get to deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep...
(The Imbiber says: She actually asks to be choked! It’s as though Edie Brickell KNEW her new model hippie bullshit was gonna drive everyone crazy, and decided to taunt the Music Gods. They exacted revenge, of course, as the New Bohemians quickly became Old News.)
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Smellin' Skynyrd
03/06/07 12:14
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
(The Imbiber says: Despite the widely-held belief that “That Smell” is about a drug overdose, I have it on good authority that the song is actually about singer Ronnie Van Zant’s most wicked fart ever. Seriously though, this song from the 1977 album “Street Survivors” is waaaay creepy — three days after the album was released, Van Zant and two other band members were killed when their chartered plane crashed in Mississippi. The album cover depicted the band engulfed in flames. It was changed after the crash.)
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.)
You'll Be All Right Tonight, Sister Christian
20/12/06 17:50
Sister Christian, oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one to say O.K.
Where you going
What you looking for
You know those boys don't want to play no more with you
It's true
You're motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Babe you know you're growing up so fast
And mama's worrying
That you won't last to say let's play
Sister Christian
There's so much in life
It's true
It's true … yeah
Motoring
What's your price for flight
You've got him in your sight
And driving thru the night
Motoring
What's your price for flight
In finding mister right
You'll be alright tonight
Sister Christian
Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one to say O.K.
But you're motoring
You're motoring
-- “Sister Christian” by Night Ranger
The Imbiber says: Admittedly, I fuckin’ love rockin’ out to “Sister Christian.” There’s nothing quite like being in a crowded bar, thrusting your fist – while clenching a tall, cool Budweiser – into the air and shouting “Motoring” at the top of your lungs … and knowing that everyone is with you. But what does Night Ranger mean by “motoring,” exactly? Is it a euphemism? If Sister Christian is literally driving somewhere, where is she going and why? Is she actually a nun? That’s creepy, right? Can someone explain this song to me, please?