At the Drop of a Hat Revisited

Here’s a song using our latest Idiom of the Week – the lyrics are below:

“Bob Dylan’s Dream”

Bob Dylan

While riding on a train goin’ west

I fell asleep for to take my rest

I dreamed a dream that made me sad

Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

 

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room

Where my friends and I’d spent many an afternoon

Where we together weathered many a storm

Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn

 

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung

Our words were told, our songs were sung

Where we longed for nothin’ and were satisfied

Jokin’ and talkin’ about the world outside

 

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold

We never much thought we could get very old

We thought we could sit forever in fun

But our chances really was a million to one

 

As easy it was to tell black from white

It was all that easy to tell wrong from right

And our choices they was few so the thought never hit

That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

 

How many a year has passed and gone?

Many a gamble has been lost and won

And many a road taken by many a first friend

And each one I’ve never seen again

 

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain

That we could sit simply in that room again

Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat

I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that

Hit the Hay Again

Here’s a song featuring our latest Idiom of the Week:

Hit the Hay

NRBQ

Hit the hay

I’ve been working all day

Hit the hay

What do you say?

Hit the hay, hit the hay

 

Oh, I’m tired

Let me tell you, Jack

I’m so tired

Oh, my aching back

 

Let’s hit the hay

I’ve been working all day

Hit the hay

What do you say?

Hit the hay, hit the hay

 

Oh, I’m tired

Boys, I’m really beat

I’m so tired

Oh, my aching feet

 

Let’s hit the hay

I’ve been working all day

Hit the hay

I earned my pay

Hit the hay, hit the hay

Hit the hay, hit the hay…

 

From the Bottom of My Heart Revisited

Here’s a Stevie Wonder song from the Eighties using our most recent Idiom of the Week. You can also read the lyrics below:

I Just Called to Say I Love You

Stevie Wonder

No New Year’s day to celebrate
No chocolate-covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact, it’s just another ordinary day

No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

No summer’s high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies

No Libra sun
No Halloween
No giving thanks to all the Christmas joy you bring
But what it is, though old, so new
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say how much I care, I do
I just called to say I love you
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart
Of my heart, baby, of my heart

Still Stealing the Show

Here is a music video that stole the show like we learned from our last Idiom of the Week by winning a YouTube Music Video Award in 2015 – Enjoy!

Stole the Show
Kygo feat. Parson James
Darling, darling, oh, turn the lights back on now
Watching, watching, as the credits all roll down
Crying, crying, you know we’re playing to a full house, house
No heroes, villains, one to blame
While wilted roses fill the stage
And the thrill, the thrill is gone
Our debut was a masterpiece
But in the end for you and me`
Oh, the show, it can’t go on
We used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call
So hold for the applause, oh
And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow
Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
Darling, darling, you know that we are sold out
This is fading, but the band plays on now
We’re crying, crying, so let the velvet roll down, down
No heroes, villains, one to blame
While wilted roses fill the stage
And the thrill, the thrill is gone
Our debut was a masterpiece
Our lines we read so perfectly
But the show, it can’t go on
We used to have it all, but now’s our curtain call
So hold for the applause, oh
And wave out to the crowd, and take our final bow
Oh, it’s our time to go, but at least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
At least we stole the show
Stole the show
At least we stole the show
Stole the show
At least we stole the show

Hit the Road, Jack!

Here’s a song by Ray Charles using our latest Idiom of the Week – Enjoy!

Hit the Road, Jack
Ray Charles

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more

What’d you say?

 

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more

 

Oh woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean

You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen

I guess if you say so

I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)

 

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more

What’d you say?

 

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more

Now baby, listen baby, don’t you treat me this way

‘Cause I’ll be back on my feet someday

Don’t care if you do, ’cause it’s understood

You ain’t got no money, you just ain’t no good

 

Well, I guess if you say so

I’ll have to pack my things and go (that’s right)

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more

What’d you say?

 

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back

No more…

Speak of the Devil & Lonely Revisited

We’re killing two birds with one stone here by giving you a song that uses our latest Idiom of the Week and our latest Awesome Adjective. Listen and read the lyrics below!:

“Speak Of The Devil”

by Chris Isaak

Speak of the devil
The devil appears
Waiting for someone
Been waiting for years
And it’s alright now
Yeah, I’m alright now

Watching her walking
Like watching a flame
Trying to forget her
Don’t mention her name
And I’m alright now
Yeah, I’m alright now

Lonely days without her
Nights that would not end
As long as I don’t think about her
I can still pretend
It’s alright

Speak of the devil
The devil appears
Been waiting for someone
Lonely for years
But I’m alright now
Yeah, I’m alright now
It’s alright
It’s alright

Speak of the devil

Autumn in New York

Here’s a classic song by the late, great Billie Holiday having to do with fall in the Big Apple:

Autumn in New York
Written by Vernon Duke
Performed by Billie Holiday

Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel
I’m home

It’s autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.

Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you’re let down
Jaded roué and gay divorcée who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it’s
Divine

This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums in Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You’ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.