Single Greatest Song Of All Time

This a non-vocal late 80's classic from an African entrepreneur who made his fortune giving to background music everywhere in the West.

Wally Badarou - The Feet of Fouta - Words of a Mountain (album)

Wally Badarou - The Feet of Fouta - Words of a Mountain (album) (1989)

1.25 speed is recommended

But if you want to experience it as we did as teenagers, then Normal speed is recommended. We were listening to this, drinking Mad Dog wine because of my fake ID, sitting on my car, contemplating Life.

I hope you are well Paige Marini and Laura Ram.

 

The Doors - Peace Frog

The Doors - Peace Frog (1970)



"Peace Frog"

There's blood in the streets
It's up to my ankles
(She came) Blood in the streets
It's up to my knee
(She came) Blood in the streets
In the town of Chicago
(She came) Blood on the rise
It's following me

Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

(She came) Blood in the streets
Runs a river of sadness
(She came) Blood in the streets, it's up to my thigh
(She came) Yeah, the river runs red
Down the legs of a city
(She came) The women are crying
Red rivers of weepin'

She came in town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets
It's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

 

Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons - Big Girls Don't Cry

Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons - Big Girls Don't Cry (1962)



"Big Girls Don't Cry"

Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry

Big girls don't cry
(They don't cry)
Big girls don't cry
(Who said they don't cry?)

My girl said goodbye
(My oh my)
My girl didn't cry
(I wonder why?)

(Silly boy) Told my girl we had to break up
(Silly boy) Hoped that she would call my bluff
(Silly boy) When she said to my surprise
"Big girls don't cry"

Big girls don't cry
(They don't cry)
Big girls don't cry
(Who said they don't cry?)

(Maybe) I was cruel
(I was cruel)
Baby, I'm a fool
(I'm such a fool)

(Silly girl) Shame on you, your mama said
(Silly girl) Shame on you, you're cryin' in bed
(Silly girl) Shame on you, you told a lie
Big girls do cry

Big girls don't cry
(They don't cry)
Big girls don't cry
(That's just an alibi)

Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry

 

Tears For Fears - Mad World

Tears For Fears - Mad World (2022)

1.25 speed is recommended

Original: Tears For Fears - Mad World (1982)



"Mad World"

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello, teacher, tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Halargian world
Mad world

 

The Wanderers - Big Girls Don't Cry - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

The Wanderers - Big Girls Don't Cry - Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons (1979)

 

Sting - If You Love Somebody Set Them Free

Sting - If You Love Somebody Set Them Free (1985)



"If You Love Somebody Set Them Free"

Free free set them free (oh)
Free free set them free
Free free set them free
Free free set them free

If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
You got to lock it up and throw away the key
If you want to hold onto your possession
Don't even think about me

If you love somebody
If you love someone
If you love somebody
If you love someone set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)

If it's a mirror you want
Just look into my eyes
Or a whipping boy, someone to despise
Or a prisoner in the dark
Tied up in chains you just can't see
Or a beast in a gilded cage
That's all some people ever want to be

If you love somebody
If you love someone
If you love somebody
If you love someone set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)

You can't control an independent heart
Can't tear the one you love apart
Forever conditioned to believe
That we can't live, we can't live here
And be happy with less
So many riches, so many souls
Everything we see we want to possess

If you need somebody, call my name
If you want someone, you can do—you can do—you can do the same
If you want to keep something precious
Gotta lock it up and throw away the key
Wanna hold onto your possession
Don't even think about me

If you love somebody
If you love someone
If you love somebody
If you love someone set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)

Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)
Set them free
(Free, free, set them free)

 

Talking Heads "Stop Making Sense" is one of the greatest albums of all time.

Talking Heads - Life During Wartime (Live)

Talking Heads - Life During Wartime (Live) (1979)



"Life During Wartime"

Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey-dovey
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver
Hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas
You don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
Everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime and I work in the nighttime
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B.
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
Somebody'll see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
To last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones
Ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send no postcard
I ain't got time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
We blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
Or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
I don't know what I look like
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
Get your instructions
Follow directions

 

1979 is one the greatest years in American history.

 

Now that the Republicans fixed the broken election system and Trump was re-elected fair and square, I would like to dedicate this song to the MAGAverse. Bob Dylan is easily the greatest lyricist of the Boomer generation. And he wrote this prophetic song decades ago.

1.25 speed is recommended

Idiot Wind - Bob Dylan

Idiot Wind - Bob Dylan (1975)



"Idiot Wind"

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick, but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me even better than that
Sweet lady

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back-roads heading south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pouring out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losing every battle

I woke up on the roadside, daydreaming about the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are making me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzing around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
Don't look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the
Building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the
Springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishing I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your raging glory

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves