One Hit Wonder – Fox – S-S-S-Single Bed.

Original promo video for UK band Fox’s smash hit single from 1976 which reached No.1 in Australia.

Lead singer Noosha Fox was originally from Australia but the group formed in the UK.

 

C-c-c-come,
Come inside,
Oh I’ve been expecting
You here tonight

Sh-sh-sh-shoes
Shake ’em off
While I go and turn
The music down soft

(ahhhhhh)

Oh but all I got
Is a s-single bed
Ain’t no room
For your sweet head
Now ain’t it a shame
You missed the last train
Coz all I got is a
S-single bed

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
There ain’t no room
For your sweet head

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
I got a one solitary
Lonesome
Single Bed

P-p-p-pour
Out your wine
And we could explore
Each others minds

T-t-t-time
Don’t it fly?
When the pleasures of night
Are reachin’ so high

(highhhhhh)

Oh but all I got
Is a s-single bed
There ain’t no room
For your sweet head
Now ain’t it a shame
You missed the last train
Coz all I got is a
S-single bed

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
There ain’t no room
For your sweet head

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
I got a one solitary
Lonesome
Single Bed

(Da da da da da daaa,
Baby don’t cry
Bye bye baby
Bye Bye Bye

Doo doo doo doop
Doop doo doop doo
Doop doo doop doo
Doo doo doop dee doo
Deh dah dah dah daaahh)

Oh all I got
Is a s-single bed
There ain’t no room
For your sweet head
Now ain’t it a shame
You missed the last train
Coz all I got is a
S-single bed

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
There ain’t no room
For your sweet head

S-s-s-single bed
S-single bed
I got a one solitary
Lonesome
Single Bed

S-single bed
S-single bed
I got a one solitary
Lonesome
Single Bed

 

One Hit Wonder – Haysi Fantayzee – Shiny Shiny.

Haysi Fantayzee was formed in 1981 and consisted of Jeremy Healy (also known as “Jeremiah”) and Kate Garner, who fronted the “band” and Garner’s boyfriend songwriter/producer/manager Paul Caplin. The band released four singles in 1982 and 1983: “John Wayne is Big Leggy”, “Holy Joe”, “Shiny Shiny”, and “Sister Friction”, and an album, Battle Hymns For Children Singing.

Jeremy Healy accused the singer known as Boy George (George O’Dowd) of stealing his infamous look. Boy George later addressed the issue: “When Jeremy saw my locks he was livid. Both he and Kim [Bowen] stopped speaking to me. They thought I had stolen their look. It wasn’t their look to steal…

Entered the Australian chart: July 4, 1983
Peak position: number 3

 

 

Good times come to me now
Good times come to me now

I ain’t lying ’cause there ain’t no time
No city it’s a pity ’cause I dress divine
City smokes, people choke
Big meanie he’s a genie and we ain’t got a hope
No chance, no chance

Well, I feel fine, no it ain’t no crime
I was dreamin’ of a demon and I ate a dime
The dime floats, the colonel boasts
Send ’em up the hill boys, this ain’t no joke
No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance

Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny sha-na-na-na
Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me

Your sure look fine your shoes they shine
I taste your face your love is mine
Mercury Dan with a spikey hand
I’m a hot retard, marquis de sade
No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance

Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me

Saw a cop on the line, machine gun shine
I was dreaming not believing that I was alive
My mind broke, the cop he choked
Get out of here, boy, or I’ll use the colt

No chance, no chance
You sure look fine your shoes they shine
No heat can compete with this blue-eyed liar
The child spoke, “We ain’t got a hope press the button
Press the button, it’s all remote”
No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance

Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me
Shiny shiny bad times behind me

80’s Juke box – (1985) We Close our Eyes : Go West.

A new music trivia post series.  I am going to be posting up songs from the 80’s that may not have made it to number one, but certainly will take you back to the time of big hair, bigger shoulder pads, and of course the best music.

“We Close Our Eyes” is a song by British pop band Go West, composed by both members Peter Cox and Richard Drummie. Recognizable by its synthesizer hook, it was the first single from their début album Go West.

The single was promoted by a music video directed by Godley & Creme. This video included the band members performing the song in front of dancing wooden dolls.

In April 1985, the single was discussed by Molly Meldrum and Queen singer Freddie Mercury on the Australian music show Countdown. Mercury was impressed and predicted the band would be “very, very big”.

“We Close Our Eyes” spent fourteen weeks on the UK Singles Chart, peaking at number 5 in April 1985. In the United States, the single reached 41 on the Billboard Hot 100 and number 5 on the Hot Dance Music/Club Play chart.

Inside everyone hides one desire
Out side no one would know
Danger close to the edge of the knife
Safer not to let go

And while
We miss chances
You can almost hear
Time slipping away

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes to time slipping away

No show, Wednesday girl waits with the wine
She knows just what to say
While no one listen
You can almost hear time slipping away

We close our eyes we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes and we can talk to strangers

We are burning with the spark
And we can walk on water
We are tigers in the dark
We are burning, we close our eyes

Heroes never give in to the night
He knows how far he can run
And as he surrenders
You can almost hear time slipping away

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes

We close our eyes, we never lose a game
Imagination never lets us take the blame
We close our eyes to see the final frame
We close our eyes

We walk on water
We are burning
Talk to strangers

Pet Shop Boys – Always on my mind.

Always On My Mind was written for Elvis Presley by Mark James (Suspicious Minds) and it was recorded by Elvis in March 1972, but this cover of the song by the Pet Shop Boys has been a favorite version of mine.  Hope you enjoy this video montage.

“Always On My Mind”

Maybe I didn’t treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn’t love you quite as often as I could
Little things I should’ve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn’t hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I’m so happy that you’re mine
If I made you feel second best, I’m so sorry, I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Satisfied

Little things I should’ve said and done, I never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn’t treat you quite as good as I should
Maybe I didn’t love you quite as often as I could
Maybe I didn’t hold you all those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you, I’m so happy that you’re mine

(Maybe I didn’t love you…)

David Bowie – Young Americans

A real classic for a Friday night.  David Bowie’s Young Americans.  Nothing beats this classic, that showed his diversity and ability to change through the Seventies.  Enjoy!

~RB~

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
“Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?”
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
“We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?”

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American, he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay
For even yesterday?

Have you have been an un-American?
Just you and your idol singing falsetto ’bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain’t that close to love?
Well, ain’t that poster love?
Well, it ain’t that Barbie doll
Her heart’s been broken just like you have

All night
All night was a young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
All right you want the young American

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his Soul Train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain’t there a man you can say no more?
And, ain’t there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And, ain’t there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain’t there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain’t you proud that you’ve still got faces?
Ain’t there one damn song that can make me
Break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American, young American whoa whoa

Young American, young American
I want what you want
I want what you want
You want more
I want you
You want I
I want you
I want what you want
But you want what you want
You want I
I want you
And all I want is a young American
Young American

Songwriter: David Bowie.