Ok, as one of kHITs most loyal listeners, I want eqqual time, their playing songs this weekend to repesent peace and love. I want a weekend repesenting war and violence.

I'm thinkng Lorene Greens Johnnie Ringo, battle of new Orleans, Sink the Bismark, Ballad of the green Beret, Night Chicago Died, Shotgun, etc.

I'm with ya ... Skynyrd's "Give Me Back My Bullets," tracks from the Beatles' "Revolver" album, Darryl Worley's "Have You Forgotten" ...

How about cannabalism? "Timothy" It's kind of poingiant right now.

Did I cross a line? I never know.

I love Timothy, and no one ever plays it....

Trivia time......

Who wrote it?

And name some of the writers' other HITS.....

Rupert Holmes wrote "Timothy"...I think he also wrote and sang the "Pina Colada" song...funny things you learn about by reading an album liner...

Another great Rupert Holmes record is "Him," a song about infidelity:

Over by the window,
there's a pack of cigarettes.
Not my brand, you understand,
sometimes the girl forgets.

She forgets to hide them.
I know who left those smokes behind.
She'll say, "oh, he's just a friend."
And I'll say, "I'm not blind"
To him, him, him, what's she gonna
do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him.
Or live without me, me, me;
No one gets to get it for free...

Alfredo, you won't win the Singing Bee....

right song bit different lyrics tho.......

I loved the production on "Him"! Sounded cool on the radio back then.

Never hear it now...

:-)

I remember "Him" working Friday and Saturday Nights 7 to mid on a station in Medford, Ore.

Another Jock's wife kept calling on the request line for it, usually 3 sheets to the wind , and one time went so far as to show up chanting "HIM" "HIM", sneaking through a back door peeking at me from the transmitter room, and it scared the 'wadden' right out of yours truly.

I got the feeling she was trying to live out the lyrics.....I wasnt goin' for it....

"timohty", yes written by Rupert Holmes, but arguably the oddest, if the only, pop song about cannnibalism of all time. Combining the idea of eating another human with a catchy pop melody was, and is, one of the more absurd moments in pop music history. IMHO, that alone makes it an instant classic!

Too bad there is a concurrent situation happening now. May God bless the souls who are missing, and for what it is worth, the scenerio in the pop song is extremely unlikely to have occured in this situation.

On the subject of weird subjects to cover in hit records, in the early 80s, there were at least two hit songs about being a paranoid schizophrenic! Namely:

"Who Can It Be Now?" by Men at Work
"Somebody's Watching Me" by Rockwell

As a kid, I remember being somewhat shocked by how weird and creepy the "Somebody's Watching Me" video was!!

Roger--you probably don't want to hear me attempt to sing "Him" or any other songs, for that matter!

Violent and/or crazy women:

"Night the Lights Went out in Georgia" - Vicki Lawrence

"Angie Baby" - Helen Reddy

I think I might dimly remember "Timothy",Did the chorus for that go something like
Timothy,Timothy
Where on earth did you go

I know it's not much but....

yes

Lets not forget "Please Mr Custer".

Bobby Gentry...Ode to Billy Joe....

Pat Boone......Moody River....
Moody River more deadly than the veinest knife, Moody River your muddy waters...took my baby's life...

Hot Chocolate....Emma.........
Last refrain is the suicide note....

Napolean the XIV....They're comming to take me away ( HA HA )They're comming to take me away HO HO HEE HEE HAHA.. To the funny farm with trees and flowers and chirping birds...and with all those nice young men in thier clean white coats....they're comming to take me awaaaaaaaaay...HA HA>>>>>

"Oregon (I Can't Go Home)" by Blackhawk County.

Dedicated to JoAnn McDaniels, an Oregon native imprisoned in Turkey on charges of smuggling drugs.

Still?

McDaniels and a companion were released after about two years of imprisonment.

Don't forget all the "dead teenager" songs of the '60s: "Patches", "Tell Laura I Love Her", "Leader of the Pack", the one about the car stalled on the tracks...how many others? Lotsa violent death (and suicide) there.

Suicide? How about the "Suicide Is Painless" Theme From M*A*S*H.

Or how a about:

"Is That All There Is" by Peggy Lee.
At one point she just wants to end it all.

Teen Angel

As for singing.... hell, I can sing in different keys all in the same verse AND I sing notes that haven't even been invented!

been too long can't remember all the words


Trapped down below when the mine caved in......

....hungry as hell no food to eat....

...said he sell his soul
for just
one piece
of meat...........

Now I have to go dig that record out of the basement and play it.

How about your basic crime of passion murder songs. Stuff like "Smoking Gun" from the Robert Cray Band, and "Indiana Wants Me" by R. Dean Taylor.

That R.Dean Taylor song was certainly about murder and being a fugitive running away from the law and his girlfriend. But the real attraction and the reason this "one hit top 10 wonder" went so big in the charts is because "Indiana wants me" hit the charts several months after the shootings at Kent State Univ in Ohio which occured, May 4 1970. Indiana is close to Ohio.

Lot of people young and older all over the country were sympathetic with "the movement " so to speak and the backlash over the incident. This song charted up to #4 in late August 1970. The hippies and the rest of the 'wannabees' reacted to this tune as a protest song, ignoring the real subject, which is about poor judgement, anger management, murder and lost love.

Another factoid about this hit is the Police Siren at the beginning of the original release. Lot of radio stations would'nt play it because at the time the siren was indicitive of the ones used in America on Police cruisers, Fire Engines and Ambulances. Automobile drivers pulled over thinking an emergency vehicle was approaching when it came on their radio , creating mayhem.

Another version, sans the siren, was released by Rare Earth Records for Stations skeptical or afraid to play the original recording.

"Is That All There Is?" Quite a gem,and possibly the last major hit from the pens of Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller. And of course Miss Norma Egstrom of Jamestown,ND turns in a perfect reading of the song.....

I want a SEXY WEEKEND,,,,BECAUSE JT IS BRINGING SEXY BACK!!!
How about this

"I wanna sex you up" By Color me Badd

"I want your sex" By George Michael

"You sexy thing" by Hot Chocolate

If we're still talking about songs dealing with depression and suicide, don't forget Alone again, Naturally by Gilbert O'Sullivan:

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour,
I promised myself, to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower....

And climbing to the top,
Would throw myself off....

Yo, Roger: Lyrics for "Timothy" http://www.songfacts.com/lyrics.php?findsong=2005

Long digression (and pointless anecdote) mercifully omitted, but still worth mentioning is Bobby Goldsboro's "Honey," which in my book qualifies as Most Horrible #1 Song. Ever.

"Dead Man's Curve," CSNY's "Ohio," and "Hotel California" all came at the topic from wildly different directions, philosophically. "Send In The Clowns" is fairly cheery compared to "Is That All There Is?"

There's Sir Elton's "Love Lies Bleeding In My Hand" (for those who can overlook the obvious metaphor), as well as "Candle In The Wind" and its revision.

My fave of Tom Lehrer's work: "So Long, Mom" ("I'm off to drop The Bomb, so don't wait up for me!") (That Was the Week That Was, 1965).

Of course we could go back to "Strange Fruit" (Billie Holiday, 1939), or "I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night" (Hayes/Robinson, 1936). Or Merle Travis' "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)" (Tex Williams, 1947), which I first heard wittily covered by Commander Cody and his Lost Planet Airmen.

A technical discussion about "Zombie translators" (licensed to dark stations) on the Broadcast List degenerated into hoo-has about "death formats," where it was ultimately averred that in 1990 a station in Oklahoma City was heard featuring a "Dead Artists Hour." (So it was on my mind when I stumbled across this thread.)

And yes, Virginia, there's even a Wikipedia page (user talk, but it's there!): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:MrFizyx/songs/List_of_songs_about_death (probably didn't fly as a Category).

It was inevitable (after taxes).

I like to roll that song as a "Wednesday Weird One" once in a while. It has been suggested that "Timothy" was the mule trapped in the cave with them. (that spoils it for me. I refuse to buy into that)
And yes....it, evidently, tastes like chicken.

And no one has yet to mention Stagger Lee who shot Billy, oh he shot that poor boy so bad....nor bad bad Leroy Brown who wound up looking like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone......

and then there's still.... four dead in O-hi-o

Also Mack the Knife, which should be considered the first gangsta rap song. 16 Tons by the old pea picker, "One fist of iron, the other of steel".

"And climbing to the top,
Would throw myself off...."

But he doesn't actually do it, right? Suicidal thoughts don't cut it in this category, bub - we need to have actual loss of life (with the singer preferably telling his tale of woe from beyond the grave)

El Paso

"I love Timothy, and no one ever plays it...."

Craig Adams just did! :0)

Ah, but Edselehr, there is loss of life in the Gilbert O'Sullivan song. Look at verse three:


"Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wished to dry the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally"

Sure, he's talkong about the death(s) of his parents, but it's still morbid (or at heast really sad), don'tcha think?

and, speaking of Gilbert O'Sullivan, the lyrics to "Claire" are downright creepy.

____________________________________


Claire. The moment I met you, I swear.
I felt as if something, somewhere,
had happened to me, which I couldn't see.

And then, the moment I met you, again.
I knew in my heart that we were friends.
It had to be so, it couldn't be no.

But try as hard as I might do, I don't know why.
You get to me in a way I can't describe.

Words mean so little when you look up and smile.
I don't care what people say, to me you're more than a child.

Oh Claire. Claire ...

Claire. If ever a moment so rare
was captured for all to compare.
That moment is you in all that you do.

But why in spite of our age difference do I cry.
Each time I leave you I feel I could die.

Nothing means more to me than hearing you say,
"I'm going to marry you. Will you marry me? Oh hurray!"

Oh Claire. Claire ...

Claire, I've told you before "Don't you dare!"

"Get back into bed."
"Can't you see that it's late."
"No you can't have a drink."
"Oh allright then, but just just wait a minute."

While I, in an effort to babysit, catch up on my breath,
what there is left of it.

You can be murder at this hour of the day.
But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away.

Oh Claire. Claire ...

Oh Claire.

More vaugely creepy Gilbert o'Sullivan lyrics:

Told you once before
And I won't tell you no more
Get down, get down, get down
You're a bad dog baby
But I still want you 'round

You give me the creeps
When you jump on your feet
So get down, get down, get down
Keep your hands to yourself
I'm strictly out of bounds

(etc.)

I have always thought Claire, was him talking about a very young daughter.

It is, but if you don't know that...ick.

Timothy 45 picture sleeve.

The Timothy picture sleeve in near mint condition without the record is worth $20.00. With the record it's worth $30.00 according to the "Goldmine Price Guide To 45 RPM Records - 6th Edition" by Tim Neely. Copyright 2007.

Its like itsy bitsy yellow polka dotted bikini, its talking about a young girl.

i heard the equal time laws were just dropped. no more time for political fairness in broadcasting. sad