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Should we care?

Can't remember things 10 minutes ago...

but I can remember song lyrics from 50 years ago!

How are your music memories from the 50s, 60s and 70?

I did a number of questions (they were for crosswords) of music of the 50s to the 70s for our 50 year class reunion in 2016.

These have been redone without the “crossword look” for the reunion and are just straight up snippets of lyrics from some of the songs of that era. Some are easy, some aren’t so easy. The idea is to name the song based on the “snippet” of the lyrics. It went over very well with the classmates.

These lyrics are from the most popular versions as there were “covers” by other singers or groups that may have changed a few words. So if you disagree with an answer, it may be that you remember a different artist’s rendition.

I have 15 of these sheets but don’t know whether to post the answers WITH the posts or wait a day or two to add them or don’t even know if anyone wants anymore. Let me know what you think in the comments.

It might be best to highlight then copy the questions for printing at your leisure, or to try them out on some friends not on DU.
Of course, you can always “cheat” a little by looking up the lyrics on bing or google to get an answer. But that does take the fun out of it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little diversion from the seriousness of today.


Music of the 60s and 70s
Difficulty: Medium to Hard
Identify the Song Title from these snippets of the lyrics!
Sheet 01


01..a time of love, a time of hate, a time of war, a time of peace...
02..if you think you found someone you love for evermore; then it's worth the price you'll have to pay...
03..he's gonna buy me a diamond ring; and if that diamond ring won't shine, he's gonna surely break this heart of
mine...
04 ..I still feel the motion here at home in bed..I tell you it's hard for me to stay away; you ain't been till you...
05 ..you smiled at me and really eased the pain; now the dark days are gone and the bright days are here...
06 ..the smile from your lips brings the summer sunshine; the tears from your eyes bring the rain...
07 ..close your eyes girl; look inside girl; let the sound take you away...
08 ..people talking without speaking; people hearing without listening; people writing songs that voices never share...
09 ..I guess I'll go on home, it's late; there'll be tomorrow night, but wait..what do I see...
10 ..each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again; I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend..
11..when she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed, with a word she can get what she came for...
12 ..is it just for the moment we live?
13 ..if you love her then you must send her somewhere where she's never been before...
14 ..It's right that I should care about you; try to make you happy when you're blue...
15 ..it's written on the wind, it's everywhere I go; so if you really love me, come on and let it show...
16 ..ooh never leave me, please don't deceive me, I want you only, you must believe me...
17 ..but you're my teenage queen; ooh you're the prettiest, lovliest girl I've ever seen...
18 ..with all the charms of a woman, you've kept the secret of your youth...
19 ..down by the river that flows by the coalyards; stand wooden houses with shutters torn down...
20 ..he drinks whiskey Pancho drinks the wine...
21 ..when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May...
22 ..tonight's the night we'll make history; honey, you and I...
23 ..don't you ever leave me sad and blue; don't you ever tell me we are through...
24 ..each time we part, my heart wants to die; darling hear my prayer...
25 ..so here's to the golden moon, and here's to the silver sea, and mostly here's a toast to you and me...
26 ..look around you; look up here; take time to make time make time to be there...
27 ..she stays, love grows, under my umbrella; all that summer we enjoyed it, wind and rain and shine...
28 ..paint your palette blue and gray; look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul...
29 ..they think our love is just a growin' thing, why don't they understand, it's just a cryin' shame...
30 ..and the white knight is talking backward, and the red queen's on her head; remember, what the doorknob said...
31 ..I met her in a pub down in old Soho where you drink champaign and it tastes just like cherry co-la...
32 ..who's trippin' down the streets of the city, smilin' at everybody she sees...
33 ..and the woman that she was, drove her on to desperation, and I saw as she went, a most hopeless situation...
34 ..4 of them want to own me; 2 of them want to stone me; 1 says she's a friend of mine...
35 ..they say I'm crazy but I have a good time; I'm just lookin' for clues at the scene of the crime...
36 ..something happened to my heart the day that I met you; something that I never felt before...
37 ..make it simple to last your whole life long; don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear...
38 ..well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder...
39 ..well I'm New York city born and raised, but now days I'm lost between two shores...
40 ..everytime I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go...
41 ..Oh say can you see my eyes if you can then my...
42 ..such a pretty face should be dressed in lace...
43 ..but how many times do I have to tell you darlin' darlin', I'm still in love with you now...
44 ..I rode my bicycle past your window last night; I roller skated to your door at daylight...
45 ..at last, we're face to face, and as we kiss, through an embrace...
46 ..down at the Jordan..John a-baptising..and savin' all sinners...
47 ..just listen to the music of the traffic in the city; linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty...
48 ..when I was younger so much younger than today...
49 ..when he got there the conductor told him one more nickle, Charlie couldn't get off of that train...
50 ..you don't know how many times I wished that I had told you; you don't know how many times I wished that I could
hold you...
51 ..she stood there laughing; I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more...
52 ..funny, I been there, and you been here; we ain't had no time to drink that beer...

A Reason Most Anti-Vaxxers Today Can Be So Stupid

Three Little Words

No, not the excellent movie from 1950 staring Fred Astaire and Red Skelton. Not even the heart-tugging book by Ashley Rhodes-Courter and especially not even the 1930 Duke Ellington – Ruby and Kalmar song redone so well by Nat King Cole.

But rather three little words most of us hope to hear one day. Words that can mean almost more than anything to each of us trying to find that one in millions to share them with – words that can give us a reason to live life.

It’s not like those three little words are meant for everyone. Sadly, some will never choose to say them to anyone even though they may have thought about it. It’s not three little words spoken as an after thought like thank you or have a nice day. It’s three little words you’ve waited to hear for years or wanted to say to a special someone but you weren’t sure in this life you ever would.

You can shout them out in a burst of unbridled joy or tearful glee. You can sing them out loud to someone special. You know you want to tell your family and friends you’ve waited so long to be able to say them. In a happy, thank you dancing in the street world, you can even pass them on to people you meet. You especially could stand in the middle of a busy street in New York City and yell them to the world.

It’s like the feelings we had in the sixties when flower power and similar, free expressions were the sway for a while but now you really realize just how much they actually mean at this moment in time.

And especially you can say them with truly sincere feelings to the one you hope to spend the rest of your life with – one that understands their true meaning who can and will share that happiness with you. And you know there is nothing that can compare to those three little words.

You’ve thought about them for so long you can’t remember a time when you never wanted to say them. They went through your head like lyrics to a favorite song repeating over and over but the time was never right until now…now, that one absolutely delicious moment when you can say those three little words out loud: Trump Is Dead!

Eric Clapton goes there...

Seems to be anti vax. You decide.

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A MAGAt Joke

A little levity to escape for a few minutes.
My apologies if you heard it.


A MAGAt politician dies...
And ends up standing in front of the pearly gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.

‟So, you’re a MAGAt politician...”
‟Well, yes, is that a problem?”
‟Oh no, no problem. But we have recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you’re free to choose where you want to spend eternity!”

‟Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell??” says the MAGAt politician.
‟Them’s the rules” Says St Peter, clicks his fingers, and WOOMPH, the guy disappears...

And awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he’s in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds... Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can’t eb right?

‟Open your eyes!” says a voice. ‟C’mon, wakey wakey, we have only got 24 hours!”. Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he’s in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite... And there’s a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini.
‟Who are you??” The MAGAt politician asks. ‟Well, I’m Satan!” says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. ‟Welcome to Hell!”
‟Wait, this is Hell? But... Where’s all the pain and suffering?” he asks.

Satan throws him a wink. ‟Oh, we have been a bit mis-represented over the years, it’s a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there’s extra towels next to the hot-tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It’s a beautiful day, and if you’d care to look outside...”
Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.
‟It’s one of 5 pro-level courses on site, and there’s another 6 just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbor!” says Satan, answering his unasked question.

So they head down in the elevator, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. And as he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he’s admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he’s admired but died long before his career started. And out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek. Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2 foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life laughing at jokes and carrying important discussions, putting the world to rights with his friends while holding his delighted wife next to him as she gazes lovingly at him. Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked, which descends into a food-fight when someone accidentally throws a bread roll at the next table (where Ghandi is having a game of truth-or-dare with Marylyn Monroe). As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging breadsticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear... And they return to their penthouse suite, and spend the rest of the night making love like they did on their honeymoon. After 6 hours of intense passion, the man falls deep into the 100% Egyptian cotton pillows, and falls into a deep and happy sleep...

And is awakened by by St Peter. ‟So, that was Hell. Wasn’t what you were expecting, I bet?”
‟No sir!” says the MAGAt Politician.
‟So then” says St Peter ‟you can make your choice. It’s Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on”.
‟Well... I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I would prefer Hell” says the politician.
‟Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!” Says St Peter, and clicks his fingers again.

The MAGAt Politician wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other.
‟What’s this??” cries the MAGAt Politician. ‟Where’s the hotel?? Where’s my wife??? Where’s the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine???”

‟Ah”, says Satan. ‟You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted...”

Good News and...Bad News

The Bad News is that too many people are dying from Covid, the vast majority were unvaxxed and most of those possibly on their way are (were!) Republicans, Trump Tramps, or just plain stupid people.

The Good News is their progeny are mostly 4 to 12 years away from being able to vote Republican.





What was the #1 Song the DAY you were Born?

Relax and take a trip back with music.
This site will tell you the Number 1 song (or movie or book, etc) on the day you were born.
You can even play most of them in case you never heard the song.

Song on the Day you were born

(In case...)
[link: [link:https://playback.fm/birthday-song||



We don't need no stinkin' filibuster...

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You live in a house for 20, 30, 40 or more (sometimes less) years.

Maybe once or twice a year you get a statement in the mail from the state or local tax people reminding you to pay taxes you owe. (You already know the IRS has you listed).

When you pay your taxes, you don't have to show a driver's license, photo ID, green card, passport, birth certificate, naturalization paper, proof you're alive or wait in line for hours, or bring a friend to vouch for you or even a note from your parole officer - you don't have to show proof of age or whether you paid taxes from four or more years ago - you don't have to match your signature from a year ago or 10 or 20 years ago. If you do have to wait a short while paying in person, you can use the restroom, sit if you have to wait, get a drink of water even discuss, oh, I dunno, politics or whatever with others. And most places to pay taxes are open 8 to 5 Monday through Friday and many on Saturday. So there's ALWAYS time to pay your taxes...even at YOUR convenience!

And you know what? Nobody wants to arrest you for paying your taxes for almost any reason even without all those ID's! Imagine that. They just want your money and could care less whether you're black, white, yellow, red or probably even a Martian. You know, they don't even care if you're a citizen, just so long as you pay your tax. Just give them the money, go home and relax..

And while it's a law to pay income tax and various other local inconveniences, no one goes to jail if they don't have IDs when they pay those taxes - just hand over the money. Most times you just tell them your name and/or where you live.

And if you can't make it to the local or state tax office, you can even have a friend drop off the money. They don't care. They're funny that way - as long as they get their money. OH, and you can pay them by mail, electronically, by computer, sometimes even use an old pay phone or even those new-fangeled digital phone thingys, even early or late (with a fee if late, but still you don't need any IDs) and the collectors are happy to have you and will gladly take your money!


And even in states and cities and counties controlled by Republiqans, none of them questions you or race or life-style or nationality or asks for identification when you pay your tax, unless you write a check then they MAY want to see a Driver's License, but that's usually it. Funny, that!

You know, after you pay your tax, no one decides to go back right away or to another county or state office to pay them again or pay someone else's - not even dead people's!


You can even pay most taxes in advance, in some cases a year in advance and nobody will say a negative word to you for doing it (your sanity might be questioned, though).

Did I mention you don't have to register to pay your taxes? The IRS and local and state collectors will be more than happy to do most of the paper work for you and keep you on their computers until you die...and sometimes longer . You just need to send the money. You may not even have to sign anything - if you pay cash. You might even get a sticker to wear that say,"I Paid!"

I don't ever recall seeing a Black person, Asian-American, Latino, any other race or gender or life style choice person or even a Canadian who lives in America whether a citizen or not, turned away from a tax office because of their race or status in life so long as the tax on whatever document says they owe money is then paid.

Usually, just as long as you're 18 or older and on the tax roles forever, you can pay with no ID or trouble ever. Imagine that!

One person - many easy ways to pay your taxes and they know who you are.

One person - One Vote . They have your name. Voting should be as simple as paying your taxes in Ameriqa!

Wonder why it isn't?




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