Perfect songs

Watch the crowd in this AC/DC Thunderstruck video. It must have registered on a Richter scale down town.

Not at all the only act to crank our perfect songs and I do have other candidates by other artists, but it needs to be said.





This tune means more these days than it did when I was but a youth.

Daytripper is great! It just rocks even if lip-synced in this Pythonesque clip.

A poignant reminder of what we all lost when John Lennon was taken from us far to soon.

It’s funny what you mentioned about “In my life”. When I was young I liked the song but thought is was overly sentimental and on that bubble gum edge from them (always thought Rubber Soul was their first “mature” album). But as I’ve gotten older I find myself feeling thing when I hear it…sentimental things…yeah.

I have a lisp:

Highly underrated band, the Kinks. Highly underrated tune, Shangri-la. Contains quite tasty drumming. The poignant, though-provoking and sobering lyrics hit you right between the eyes, especially for a retired person like me who might on occasion sit in a rocking chair in a pensive mood, reflecting on all the things that seemed so important in the past.


Now that you've found your paradise
This is your Kingdom to command
You can go outside and polish your car
Or sit by the fire in your Shangri-la
Here is your reward for working so hard
Gone are the lavatories in the back yard
Gone are the days when you dreamed of that car
You just want to sit in your Shangri-la

Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher
You're in your place and you know where you are
In your Shangri-la
Sit back in your old rocking chair
You need not worry, you need not care
You can't go anywhere
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la

The little man who gets the train
Got a mortgage hanging over his head
But he's too scared to complain
'Cos he's conditioned that way
Time goes by and he pays off his debts
Got a TV set and a radio
For seven shillings a week
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la

And all the houses in the street have got a name
'Cos all the houses in the street they look the same
Same chimney pots, same little cars, same window panes
The neighbors call to tell you things that you should know
They say their lines, they drink their tea, and then they go
They tell your business in another Shangri-la
The gas bills and the water rates, and payments on the car
Too scared to think about how insecure you are
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've reached your top and you just can't get any higher
You're in your place and you know where you are
In your Shangri-la
Sit back in your old rocking chair
You need not worry, you need not care
You can't go anywhere
Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Shangri-la


While we're pensively reflecting and contributing here ...


Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

The English didn't have the market cornered in "hanging on in quiet desperation" either back then or today. There's been some desperate hanging on right here in the good ol' USA.

I gotta get back outside and mow the back yard in my own little Shangri-la.

Ok, Archer.

I see what you did there.

Mutually assured destruction is called for.

I'll see your pot-stirring ear worm "Kars4Kids and raise you a vicious ear worm "Turning Japanese."

In your offering at least the kids are cuter.

This one brings most grown men to tears. Those of use with complicated relationships with our fathers understand.