- A song you play solely to annoy your spouse
- A song you would want played at your disbarment hearing
- A song that makes you churlish
- A song that fills you with a nameless dread
- Your favorite sea-shanty or prison work song
- A song that comes to mind when you hear the word “concupiscent”
- Your favorite obscure song that you trot out to prove you were into a popular band way before anyone else
- A song you used to have as your answering machine greeting back in the Eighties
- A song that was forever ruined for you when you discovered your mother also liked it
- Your favorite song about architecture
- A song you would have wanted to hear in the last scene of The Sopranos other than “Don’t Stop Believing”
- A song you can no longer listen to after seeing its title tattooed on some douchebag’s arm in a sports bar
- Your favorite song by a band with three or more consecutive vowels in its name
- Your favorite song combining Phrygian modality with lyrics about fucking
- A bad song you were introduced to by someone who said, “it reminds me of youâ€
- A song you would like to take back in a time machine and play to Vlad the Impaler
- Your favorite song by a woman whom you suspect has some really hot piercings
- A song played by your cousin in his shitty bar band, the one that still plays “Sex on Fire” in every goddamn set
- A song you would use to corrupt a child
- Your favorite song by an artist who used to be cool before she had kids
- Your favorite song by an artist who used to be cool before he cut his hair
- A song you would sing to stave off madness while sealed in a sensory deprivation tank
- A song you would like to beat the shit out of someone to
- Your favorite song by an artist you dislike not for their music, but for their profound moral failings
- A song you would like to have the shit beaten out of you to
- A song you would play to clear a house infested with spiders
- A song that somehow sounds orange to you
- Your favorite song from a band you once pretended to like in an attempt to get laid
- A song you hated in your youth but which you have now come to like, and which now serves as a painful reminder of how adulthood has robbed you of everything that once made you vital and interesting
- A song you would like to freeze to death to
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Tambourine Satisfaction
I could have written “Satisfaction,” but you cats couldn’t have written “Tambourine Man.”
– Bob Dylan, to Keith Richards (allegedly)
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction
By Bob Dylan
Driving my broke-down ambulance down Highway 9
Johnny with a bullet wound strapped in behind
The preacher on the radio asked me for the time
And directions to your carnival attraction
The newspaper reporter came down from Bootblack Hill
Said “How’m I supposed to tell any of these Jacks from Jill?â€
Then passed me an empty jug and said “Buddy, drink your fill;
Before I have to go and file this retractionâ€
Oh, I can’t get no satisfaction
No I can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try to get you to sign up for any kind of reaction
Oh I just can’t get no satisfaction
When you poured the wine and said “Let me get this right
And tell me how that shirt you’re wearin’ could be so whiteâ€
And I told you every shirt’s the same color at night
And you turned so fast I couldn’t see your reaction
Nancy on the shore bidding her sailor goodbye
Came back home to find no one had ever told her why
A sailor would just as soon kick dirt in your eye
As he ever would confess his attraction
I can’t get no satisfaction
I just can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try to get you to sign up for any kind of reaction
Oh I just can’t get no satisfaction
The regimental chief on his way back to the ball
Talked me into giving up my peg and my awl
Gave me a card that said “For a good time, callâ€
Then ran off to join the rest of his faction
We were throwing dice with a nine-toed freak
Who explained he’d need to see me later that week
“You see, Bob,†he said, “I’m on a losing streak
And the judge, he sent me down for another infractionâ€
Yes, I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no satisfaction
Because I try and I try to get you to sign up for any kind of reaction
Oh I just can’t get no satisfaction
I woke up in the parlor of Widow Casey Jones
Who gave me a blanket for my back and whiskey for my bones
Took my biscuit roller and traded it for a bag of precious stones
Then went to visit the minister, all laid up in traction
I went to the Union Hall to redeem my ball and chain
And sign the papers to keep you out of the rain
I hung my coat above a portrait of Calamity Jane
And headed out to join the chain reaction
Oh, I can’t get no satisfaction
No I can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try to to get you to sign on the dotted line
For any kind of reaction
Oh I just can’t get no satisfaction
***
Mr. Tambourine Man
By Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
Let the chips fall where they may, my dear
Because I can go all night
The reason is a friend of mine
Standing there beneath the light
He’s a gentleman of grace and class
And blood beneath his nails
He reads the secrets scratched upon
Your scabby needle trail
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Shake that wheel for me
I’m not sleeping, and there ain’t no place I’m going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Cop a feel with me
In the haze of a drum-skin morning
I’ll keep it tight with you
You strolled in here, a bitch in heat
With Leather Jackie on your arm
And you ditched him in thirty seconds flat
Before he kept you safe from harm
You came aboard the swirling ship
A tar eager to please
Your hands too numb to grasp the rope
That kept you on your knees
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Shake that wheel for me
I’m not sleeping, and there ain’t no place I’m going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Dance this reel with me
In the haze of a drum-skin morning
I’ll keep it tight with you
You’re ready to go anywhere
You’re willing to be lead
They way you lead those ragged clowns
By their tiny little heads
So stand up tall, my wilted rose
For a gentleman with flair
He’ll blow the leaves right off your bed
And leave a smoke ring in the air
He’ll take the diamonds from your sky
And set them on your dainty wrist
Your weariness becomes his mill
Your love will be the grist
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Shake that wheel for me
I’m not sleeping, and there ain’t no place I’m going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Crack a seal with me
In the haze of a drum-skin morning
I’ll make it right with you