She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
(it's not lyrics from you know who- rhymes with "drift"- we prefer the classics. And, oh yeah, we did not forget the apostrophe).
ReplyDelete"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep"
"And I can't let you go, your handprints on my soul"
-Swifties Forever
Well done swiftie.
ReplyDelete"Show a little faith, there's magic in the night. You ain't a beauty but hey, you're alright."
ReplyDelete-- Bruce Springsteen.
There we go. Now you’re talking and cooking with gas.
ReplyDeleteAnd the poetry continues.
You can hide neath your covers and study your pain
Makes crosses with your lovers
Throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer prayin in vain for a savior to rise from these streets.
"Now you hang from my lips, like the Gardens of Babylon, with your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con"
ReplyDelete-Swifties Forever
Lonely-hearted lovers
ReplyDeleteStruggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look
And a whisper, and they're gone
Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal
And then surrender
Jungleland, Springsteen.
Nothing comes close.
Last thing I remember
ReplyDeleteI was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
Nuff said
Do you realize
ReplyDeleteThat everyone you know
Someday
Will die.
Flaming Lips
No comment on fani case greatest ever ?
ReplyDeleteNothing comes close to Springsteen, hmm, well ever heard of Lana Del Rey? Anita Baker? Sade?
ReplyDeleteRumpole is a very cranky person who is stuck in his old ways and always thinks the worst. He's one of those people who constantly has a cloud of gloom over his head. He will never understand the appeal of Taylor Swift or even admit how fantastic her music is and her influence because he's stuck in his crabby stubborn ways. In one of thr comments a Swiftie reffered to him as a 'foggy fart' and that's what he truly is.
ReplyDeleteBruce Sprinsteen sounds like a car muffler that needs replacing.
ReplyDeleteSpread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
ReplyDeleteYou know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's your soft, sweet, little girl's tongue
And Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry, baby, playin' with the bats
Little gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, don't you know they're gonna be there
Ah Sloppy Sue and Big Bone Billy, they'll be coming up for air
We're gonna play some pool, skip some school
Act real cool, stay out all night, it's gonna feel alright
So Rosie, come out tonight, little baby, come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters, chimneys for the poor
Oh, closets are for hangers, winners use the door
So use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire, alright
Now, I know your mama, she don't like me, 'cause I play in a rock and roll band
And I know your daddy, he don't dig me, but he never did understand
Your papa lowered the boom, he locked you in your room, I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you, confiscate you, I want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad, your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, your papa says he knows that I don't have any money
Oh, so your daddy says he knows that I don't have any money
Well, tell him this is his last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company, Rosie, just gave me a big advance
And my tires were slashed and I almost crashed, but the Lord had mercy
And my machine, she's a dud, out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of Jersey
Well, hold on tight, stay up all night, 'cause Rosie, I'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night and all day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight, baby, 'cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Everybody sing
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover, ain't no liar
Rosalita, you're my stone desire
Bruce Springsteen
Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dear Rumpole,
ReplyDeleteSwiftie fan here--
In case your reading comprehension is not up to level or perhaps you might have trouble deciphering lyrics, allow me to explain-- this song is about a a tumultuous relationship between two people who keep coming back to each other.
Midnight,
You come and pick me up, no headlights
A long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Fade into view, oh
It's been a while since I have even heard from you
And I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads, but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time
You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
So it goes
He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mmm
Takes me home
The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mmm, yeah
I say, "I heard, oh
That you've been out and about with some other girl"
Some other girl
Take me home (Ah)
Just take me home (Ah)
Yeah, just take me home (Ah)
Oh-oh, woah-oh, oh (Out of style)
Style by Taylor Swift
"They stabbed it with their Donald Fagen knives, but they just can't kill the beast..."
ReplyDelete“Turn up The Don Henley, the neighbors are listening.”
See? I is waxing poetical and ish... Word to the Female Parental Figure!
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
ReplyDeleteEverybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows