Spring was never waiting for us, girl

It ran one step ahead

As we followed in the dance

Between the parted pages we were pressed,

In love's hot, fevered iron

Like a striped pair of pants

 

(Chorus)

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark

All the sweet, green icing flowing down...

Someone left the cake out in the rain

I don't think that I can take it

'cause it took so long to bake it

And I'll never have that recipe again

Oh, no!

 

I recall the yellow cotton dress

Foaming like a wave

On the ground beneath your knees

The birds, like tender babies in your hands

And the old men playing chinese checkers by the trees

 

(Chorus)

 

(instrumental interlude)

 

(Bridge)

There will be another song for me,

and I will sing it

There will be another dream for me

Someone will bring it

I will drink the wine while it is warm

And never let you catch me looking at the sun

And after all the loves of my life

After all the loves in my life

You'll still be the one

 

I will take my life into my hands, and I will use it

I will win the worship in their eyes, and I will lose it

I will have the things that I desire,

And my passion flow like rivers from the sky.

And after all the loves of my life

Oh after all the loves in my life

You'll still be the one

and i ask myself why...

 

 

What on earth is this song about? Famously sung :lol: (spoken more like) by Richard Harris of all people, and later by Donna Summer.

 

With lines like .............Like a striped pair of pants :D

 

Someone left the cake out in the rain

I don't think that I can take it

'cause it took so long to bake it

And I'll never have that recipe again

Oh, no!.........................................................what! Is he a chef?

 

 

^ Great tune, awful lyrics.

 

I much prefer Donna Summer's version.

 

Mind you she managed to make late 1980s SAW production sound quite good, so maybe that is not saying much. :lol:

possibly the biggest load of nonsense ever committed to vinyl! :lol:

 

theres gotta be drugs conortations in there surely.

I'll never have that recipe again! I always expect him to go all Charlton 'Damn You All To Hell' Heston at that point and shake his fist menacingly.

 

Very stupid song but fun.

possibly the biggest load of nonsense ever committed to vinyl! :lol:

 

theres gotta be drugs conortations in there surely.

 

Not quite - Procol Harum's 60s singles had some insane lyrics as well - here are 3 of them

A Whiter Shade Of Pale:

 

We skipped a light fandango,

Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.

I was feeling kind of seasick,

But the crowd called out for more.

The room was humming harder,

As the ceiling flew away.

When we called out for another drink,

The waiter brought a tray.

 

And so it was that later,

As the miller told his tale,

That her face at first just ghostly,

Turned a whiter shade of pale.

 

She said there is no reason,

And the truth is plain to see

That I wandered through my playing cards,

And would not let her be

One of sixteen vestal virgins

Who were leaving for the coast.

And although my eyes were open,

They might just as well have been closed.

 

And so it was later,

As the miller told his tale,

That her face at first just ghostly,

Turned a whiter shade of pale.

 

Homburg:

 

Your multilingual business friend

Has packed her bags and fled

Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays

And the lipsticked unmade bed

The mirror on reflection

Has climbed back upon the wall

For the floor she found descended

And the ceiling was too tall

 

Your trouser cuffs are dirty

And your shoes are laced up wrong

You’d better take off your homburg

’cos your overcoat is too long

The town clock in the market square

Stands waiting for the hour

When it’s hands they both turn backwards

And on meeting will devour

Both themselves and also any fool

Who dares to tell the time

And the sun and moon will shatter

And the signposts cease to sign

 

SORRY NO VIDEO

 

 

A Salty Dog:

 

'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry

'explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'

Across the straits, around the horn: how far can sailors fly?

A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive

 

We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die

No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye

Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call

A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all

 

We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore

The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy

Now many moons and many junes have passed since we made land

A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand

^ Great tune, awful lyrics.

 

yeah this is a brilliant tune (if its the one i'm thinking about - its about 12 minutes long innit???) as its like so odd - and reminds me that i was gonna buy it on itunes (has a good ppm ratio - price per minute :lol:)

 

however think jarvis cocker should do a reading of this - that would be so brilliant!!!