As I make it to Veldora’s episode, I can’t help but think this makes a nice theme.
Music
Feels So Good: AM Gold
This morning’s playlist: Feels So Good: AM Gold
While I guess I’ve always had a soft spot for cheesy songs, I’m totally blaming Guardians of the Galaxy that I found myself singing along to this one while waiting on a cup of coffee.
Ooga-chaka ooga-ooga
Ooga-chaka ooga-ooga
Ooga-chaka ooga-ooga
Ooga-chaka ooga-ooga
I can’t stop this feeling
Deep inside of me
Girl, you just don’t realize
What you do to me
When you hold me
In your arms so tight
You let me know
Everything’s all right
I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
Lips as sweet as candy
Its taste is on my mind
Girl, you got me thirsty
For another cup of wine
Got a bug from you, girl
But I don’t need no cure
I just stay a victim
If I can for sure
All the good love when we’re all alone
Keep it up girl
Yeah, you turn me on
I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
All the good love
When we’re all alone
Keep it up girl
Yeah, you turn me on
I’m hooked on a feeling
I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
I’m hooked on a feeling
And I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
I said I’m hooked on a feeling
And I’m high on believing
That you’re in love with me
Hooked on a feeling
Rock & Roll Founders
Whole lotta’ good music here, but I have to admit when you open with Bill Haley & The Comets singing (We’re Gonna) Rock Around the Clock Tonight: it’s impossible for my mind not to flash back to Happy Days!
For better or worse growing up as a couch potato has led me to associate certain audios and visuals together. Given the next tune on the playlist is Chuck Berry poppin’ Johnny B. Good, you can guess where my mind flashes to next….
Sand in My Boots, Morgan Wallen
She asked me where I was from
I said “Somewhere you never been to”
Little town outside of Knoxville
Hidden by some dogwood trees
She tried talkin’ with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
Yeah, but now I’m dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin’ bout the way she kissed me tells me she’d love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
I said “Let’s go shoot tequila”
So we walked back to that beach bar
She said “Don’t cowboy’s drink whiskey?” huh
So we drank bottom shelf
She said “Damn, that sky looks perfect”
I said, “Girl you’ve never seen stars like the ones back home”
And she said “Maybe I should see them for myself”
Yeah but, now I’m dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin’ bout the way she kissed me tells me she’d love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
I said “Meet me in the mornin'”
And she told me I was crazy
Yeah, but I still thought that maybe she’d show up
Ah, but now I’m dodging potholes in my sunburnt Silverado
Like a heart-broke Desperado, headed right back to my roots
Somethin’ bout the way she kissed me tells me she’d love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
The problem with songs stuck in your head is they can be rather loud, but if you’re lucky they’re also good songs.
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me
It’s not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Another mother’s breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It’s the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, ay, oh, ya ya
Zombie-ie-ie….oh
There as a thing my mother used to mention every now and then, I loosely remember it as
They’re coming to take me away,
Haha, they’re coming to take me away,
Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the Happy Home with Trees and Flowers
And Chirping Birds, …
I always figured this was a poem or a limerick from her youth. Except I could swear there was a mention of cows and chickens somewhere. In looking it up, I’m just going to guess she had a LP of Napoleon XIV somewhere.
Actually, that would make some sense if its circa ’66. Perhaps in more ways than one.
Whether I spend it on gaming, or programming, or anything else. I find it’s a fairly narrow window betweent hat point where the dogs start deciding it’s time for bed, and they decide me getting on the computer before bed isn’t a valid excuse for it being too early for bed.
Shortly after Misty’s nightly meds the dogs usually want to get ready for bed. When they decide if I’m not in bed yet there’s going to be treats to pay is rarely long after :/.
Actually Willow always kind of wants treats but she knows after bed her odds of success go waaay down.
On the flip side in that narrow window for getting things done, I’ve got speakers and some nice music on the Country Jukebox. But of course it’s long past the point of going to bed before the dogs get anymore antsy, lol.
Alligators and ear worms
Thanks to my choice in feeds, and Google’s sans of seeding radio, I’ve had this song stuck in my head.
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New OrleansWe fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of MexicoWe looked down a river
And we see’d the British come
And there must have been a hundred of’em
Beatin’ on the drumsThey stepped so high
And they made their bugles ring
We stood by our cotton bales
And didn’t say a thingWe fired our guns and the British kep a-comin’
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to runnin’
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take ’em by surprise
If we didn’t fire our muskets
‘Till we looked ’em in the eyesSource: Musixmatch
And some random chuckles involving alligators and cannon balls….
Before heading to visit friends over the weekend, I opted to plan ahead and download a few choice albums. So I could set my phone to playing Google Play Music in downloaded only mode without worrying.
Seems like a lot of the music from my Hackmode 2017-01 playlist ended up there, as well as various cached music. I had created that playlist as I was going into crunch, that became a 15-day straight bombing run. Filled with music for the various emotions that go with working much overtime and the need for deep focusing.
Combined with the various files, Play Music opted to make a surprising mixture. On one hand, music like Alan Jackson and Ritchie Valens on one side, P!nk and Queen on the other, bracketing sound track made for The Hero of Fereldan descending into the hell to fight the Darkspawn and Faith doing the whole parkour across totalitarian future metropolis thing.
This kinda worked out better than expected, so I saved the queue as a Playlist: Roadtrip 2019-10.
In retrospect, I have to admit that the sound track from Dragon Age: Origins works for driving, as well as a fantasy RPG and focusing. Like, we don’t have John Williams and this isn’t Star Wars, but it better be damned awesome was probably their yard stick for composing the game’s score.
Hmmmm