I've grouped them into three date categories to help. All of them are things I like and have publicly enthused over or entered in cups, so no prog
, and are mostly singles (album tracks with no single release are tagged with an asterisk). No prizes: have fun (or not - your call)
A - AnteBeatolian
1 Down by the shore an orchestra's playing / And even the palms seem to be swaying
2 He was blowing it out, really knocking ’em dead, / Playing rock and roll music through the horn in his head
3 He hit a chord that rocked the spinnet / and disappeared into the infinite
4 The hens won't lay, we can't make hay / We work all day, we get no pay! / We're all miserable, so miserable
5 From Natchez to Mobile, / From Memphis to St. Joe
6 We headed for jail in a dazed condition/ They booked each one of us on suspicion
7 I read in the papers that there were robbers / With flashlights that shine in the dark
8 Me all alone with jug of rum / Me stand and wait for boat to come
9 He drove his car to the racing grounds / He was the youngest driver there
10 Don't be too quick to pity me / Don't salve my heart with sympathy
11 One magic moment, and my heart seemed to know / That love said "Hello !" / Though no a word was spoken
12if we go out on dates, / We go in a box on roller skates
B - Golden Years 1963-76
1 Work and slave, slave and work, / Work and slave for what?
2 I placed my hand right over where my heart once used to be
3 He grew up on the sidewalk, he grew up running free.
4 I can't stand this laughter / I can't stand this fun
5 Be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex / I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
6 Do the bop, sugar, flop til you blow your top/ Now you stomp, flip flop and you shake your mop
7 Something warm running in my eyes / but I still found my baby somehow that night
8 Come with me / And we shall run across the sky / And illuminate the night
9 The PTA and all of the mothers / Say he ought to look like the others.
10 She's got stars in her eyes and knots on her knees, / Her crazy grass shift really sways in the breeze
11 This is a fine mess I got myself in / And let me tell you, baby you ain't helpin'
12 * Five boys standing on the banks of the river / Waiting for the virgin snow
13 * Molly's gone to Blaze's / Boylan's crotch amazes
14 * The conversation sparkles / As their wits are dipped in wine
15 * Insects are evil thoughts, thought of by selfish men
16 * We're communicators with a cybernetic style, / We're too young to die with our phasers set on 'Smile'
C Punk and Post
1 Their dicks droop like lilacs
2 * Whimpering with joy as Mr Death / Receives his blue-eyed boy / Surrender unto Caesar or to God, / It makes no odds
3 * Racetrack riff-raff of gin house mothers / Purposeless pickpockets, pigsty lodgers
4 Outside fat women struggle up the hill / Bright red cardigans over printed dresses / Handbags ruthlessly under the arm
5 They'd like to buy the O Level single / or Read about Seymour, / But they're not pressed in red / So they buy The Lurkers instead
6 So impatient that your war be fought / Iron Lady with your stone heart / So eager that the lesson be taught
7 And if things don't change I bet you'll scream / And then they'll just get worse
8 Those who came before me lived through their vocations / From the past until completion, they'll turn away no more
9 *What ever happened to the radio, / And where did all the fun songs go?
10 No language, just sound, that's all we need know / To synchronise love to the beat of the show
11 When I see your eyes arrive / They explode like two bugs on glass
12 Seven brothers on their way from Avalon / Seven sisters shooting skyways for the sun
