A bad little kid moved into my neighborhood He won't do nothing right, just sitting down and looks so good He don't want to go to school and learn to read and write Just sits around the house and plays the rock and roll music all night Well, he put some tacks on teacher's chair Puts chewing gum in little girl's hair Now, junior, behave yourself
Live versions not so good as the studio one, I’m afraid.
You ain’t nothing but another man’s woman… Not very elegant to say, absolutely not advisable writing it today, but nevertheless one of the most powerful sentences in lyrics you’ll ever hear, …living on another man’s land… Is there anything more basic or primitive, and so, honest, pathetic and also convenient, for a male to feel when he’s dumped by a female?
Anyway, the song’s terrific.
No sé muy bien qué es ser feliz, ni me preocupa demasiado, pero cuando estuve cerca tú estabas a mi lado
Don’t know you, but I hadn’t seen dancing flamenco like this before:
And I am really impressed.
Deride no-end their looks, their ingenuousness, their very simplistic worldview, their communal ethos, whatever.
But have you ever heard any hippy telling you how to live or not to live, what to think or not to think, what to say or not to say, or metooing and de-platforming you?
No. Above all, they valued freedom and agency, theirs and the other ones’.
Same as, above all, the woke value submission and control, theirs and the other ones’ —especially the other ones’.
I left home rather precariously and not with my parents’ approval, so I was surprised and grateful at my father’s giving me a modest quantity of money to let me have a start —a money he certainly wasn’t at all in excess of.
In fact, I must say I’m more grateful now than I was at the time. But I’ve been stupid for a long time in my youth and later, so that’s self-explaining.
Those were (from June 1989 to February 1991) hard times for us, in regard to money. And some time after, as well.
… gonna lie for you, gonna die for you
Ain’t no fish in the sea,
gonna sigh for you, gonna try for you
Then, many years later the person who made those words actual was born.
Me too, yes…