Welcome back and sorry for not posting the past two weeks.
In another post I mentioned this weeks first song: Johnny Rivers – “Secret Agent Man”
There’s a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They’ve given you a number and taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you’ll give yourself away
Odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They’ve given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They’ve given you a number and taken away your name
Swingin’ on the Riviera one day
And then layin’ in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow
Secret agent man, secret agent man
They’ve given you a number and taken away your name
Secret agent man
Our second selection describes what happens to Money Branchers: Type O Negative – I Know You’re F~~~ing Someone Else
Trust and you’ll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you’re busted?
In love and war there ain’t no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don’t even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable
You went to L’amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah I’m a man
But it still hurts
Slut
Whore
C~~~
I know you’re f~~~ing someone else
(He knows you’re f~~~ing someone else)
You had c~~~ on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there’s a womb there’s a way
With you it’s for free
Slut
Whore
C~~~
I know you’re f~~~ing someone else
(He knows you’re f~~~ing someone else)
Done it before
Time after time
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave ’til it hurt
Thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home
Drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don’t even try
To sort out the lies
It’s worse to try to understand
You make me hate myself
I know you’re f~~~ing someone else
(He knows you’re f~~~ing someone else)
and bringing a close to this week is: Billy Joel – Big Shot
Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine
With your fine Park Avenue clothes
You had the Dom Perignon in your hand
And the spoon up your nose
And when you wake up in the morning
With your head on fire
And your eyes too bloody to see
Go on and cry in your coffee
But don’t come bitchin’ to me
Because you had to be a big shot, didn’t you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn’t you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
You know what everything’s about
You and to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night
They were all impressed with your Halston dress
And the people that you knew at Elaine’s
And the story of your latest success
Kept ’em so entertained
Oh, but now you just don’t remember
All the things you said
And you’re not sure you want to know
I’ll give you one hint, honey
You sure did put on a show
Yes, yes, you had to be a big shot, didn’t you
You had to prove it to the crowd
You had to be a big shot, didn’t you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
So much fun to be around
You had to have the front page, bold type
You had to be a big shot last night
Well, it’s no big sin to stick your two cents in
If you know when to leave it alone
But you went over the line
You couldn’t see it was time to go home
No, no, no, no, no, no, you had to be a big shot, didn’t you
You had to open up your mouth
You had to be a big shot, didn’t you
All your friends were so knocked out
You had to have the last word, last night
So much fun to be around
You had to have a white hot spotlight
You had to be a big shot last night
Big shot
Big shot
Big shot
Big shot
Big shot
Big shot
"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." - Clarence Buddinton Kelland
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