But first, a Gratuitous Lyrics Post!
You ever hear a song which you adored half the times you listened to it but wanted to wipe off the face of the earth the rest of the time? 20 years ago, WHFS alternately delighted and annoyed me with this song. Yesterday, Launchcast played it for me. With a few breaks for things like doctor's appointments and thunderstorms, it's been running through my head ever since. I hope you all get earworms, though that's probably dependent on you actually having heard the song.
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand
but first I'm sitting over here
see that gaggle of guys and girls
a typical day at the beach
well, typical 'til I make my speech
there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
with a picnic lunch and parasol
sitting there like a typical girl
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
one girl laughs at skinny guys
someone else points out a queer
they're all jocks --- both guys and girls
press the button --- take your cue
and see the girl with perfect teeth
she picks up lonely guys in bars
then she takes off when they've bought her drinks
don't you have money? I ask
of course I do...
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
I'm still sitting over there
one guy just got up and brayed
they wag their words --- they're all in heat
I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view
Mimi's still out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
she's checking out her arms and legs
in case her casing's getting burnt
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
you don't know me but I've been watching you all day
and I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say
the picnic lunch is off
throw your parasol away
put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea
then turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me
then you wait for the waves to start building
for the valleys to deepen
and the mountains to increase in height
and when the right times comes, Mimi
you grab the edges of the board with your hands
lift yourself up and stand there
and see as far as you can see
stand up, Mimi
STAND UP
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand
the great leveller is coming
and he's not going to stop to take your pulse
and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are
and I think that's the worst part
you never get a chance to explain yourself
and he's going to take those mountains
and shove them into the valleys
until there's nothing left except a vast expanse
and you'll float there, Mimi
on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul
and if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard
and stretch you across the wind
you'll make no sound
wet leaves on a dry map
nothing, nobody
the great leveller or the great escape?
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
a parasol floats nearby
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
What the heck--as long as we're in the category of Singer-Songwriters in the Mid-1980s, let's pit "Mimi on the Beach" up against "Marlene on the Wall."
Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you?
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
of the fingerprints on me from you
Other evidence has shown
that you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
and don't talk about it later
Marlene watches from the wall
her mocking smile says it all
as she records the rise and fall
of every soldier passing
But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
that I am changing
Marlene on the wall
I walk to your house in the afternoon
by the butcher shop with the sawdust strewn
" Don't give away the goods too soon"
Is what she might have told me
And I tried so hard to resist
when you held me in your handsome fist
and reminded me of the night we kissed
and of why I should be leaving
Marlene watches from the wall
her mocking smile says it all
as she records the rise and fall
of every man who's been here
But the only one here now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
that I am changing
Marlene on the wall
Well, Mimi's still beating Marlene for the battle of my brain. Maybe it's time for more '80s music from the I Love It/Please Kill It category.
The Bolshoi--Please
Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
I've been standing at the stage door
Waiting on my prize
So please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please
Don't send me back to the cheap seats
Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
He's been hanging 'round the cat flap
Waiting for someone
So please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
I wait such a long time
I wait such a long time, Please
Don't send me out for a bite to eat
Please
Please Mr. Policeman, don't tell me to move along
I've been waiting for years just to hear my song
I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please
Don't send me back to the city streets
As long as I'm here...
Martika--Toy Soldiers
Step by step
Heart to heart
Left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
It wasn't my intention to mislead you
It never should have been this way
What can I say
It's true I did extend the invitation
I never knew how long you'd stay
When you hear temptation call
It's your heart that takes, takes a fall
Won't you come out and play with me
CHORUS:
Step by step
Heart to heart
Left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
It's getting hard to wake up in the morning
My head is spinning constantly
How can it be
How could I be so blind to this addiction
If I don't stop the next one's gonna be me
Only emptiness remains
It replaces all, all the pain
Won't you come out and play with me
CHORUS
I think this post may have been enough to muck up my synapses for the entire week, and all I did was a bunch of copying & pasting. Yikes.
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand
but first I'm sitting over here
see that gaggle of guys and girls
a typical day at the beach
well, typical 'til I make my speech
there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
with a picnic lunch and parasol
sitting there like a typical girl
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
one girl laughs at skinny guys
someone else points out a queer
they're all jocks --- both guys and girls
press the button --- take your cue
and see the girl with perfect teeth
she picks up lonely guys in bars
then she takes off when they've bought her drinks
don't you have money? I ask
of course I do...
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
I'm still sitting over there
one guy just got up and brayed
they wag their words --- they're all in heat
I can ignore it --- just don't steam up the view
Mimi's still out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
she's checking out her arms and legs
in case her casing's getting burnt
this is not a locker room
and that's a surfboard --- not a yacht
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
you don't know me but I've been watching you all day
and I've come to the edge of the water now to have my say
the picnic lunch is off
throw your parasol away
put your belly to the board, Mimi, and paddle out to sea
then turn the board around, Mimi, until you're facing me
then you wait for the waves to start building
for the valleys to deepen
and the mountains to increase in height
and when the right times comes, Mimi
you grab the edges of the board with your hands
lift yourself up and stand there
and see as far as you can see
stand up, Mimi
STAND UP
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I scan for the both of us
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi
I stand and scan on the strand of sand
stand and scan on the strand of sand
the great leveller is coming
and he's not going to stop to take your pulse
and he's not going to ask you why you're the way you are
and I think that's the worst part
you never get a chance to explain yourself
and he's going to take those mountains
and shove them into the valleys
until there's nothing left except a vast expanse
and you'll float there, Mimi
on the flat Sargasso Sea of your soul
and if they pull you away from your bleaching pink surfboard
and stretch you across the wind
you'll make no sound
wet leaves on a dry map
nothing, nobody
the great leveller or the great escape?
but the day was faultless in beauty
pitched on tropical scenery
stretched from white sand
up to the open sky
down to the shining sea again
and then back to me
and Mimi on the beach
Mimi on the beach
Mimi and me...
there is a girl out on the sea
floating on a pink surfboard
a parasol floats nearby
the arrangement's not --- quite --- quite there
What the heck--as long as we're in the category of Singer-Songwriters in the Mid-1980s, let's pit "Mimi on the Beach" up against "Marlene on the Wall."
Even if I am in love with you
All this to say, what's it to you?
Observe the blood, the rose tattoo
of the fingerprints on me from you
Other evidence has shown
that you and I are still alone
We skirt around the danger zone
and don't talk about it later
Marlene watches from the wall
her mocking smile says it all
as she records the rise and fall
of every soldier passing
But the only soldier now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
that I am changing
Marlene on the wall
I walk to your house in the afternoon
by the butcher shop with the sawdust strewn
" Don't give away the goods too soon"
Is what she might have told me
And I tried so hard to resist
when you held me in your handsome fist
and reminded me of the night we kissed
and of why I should be leaving
Marlene watches from the wall
her mocking smile says it all
as she records the rise and fall
of every man who's been here
But the only one here now is me
I'm fighting things I cannot see
I think it's called my destiny
that I am changing
Marlene on the wall
Well, Mimi's still beating Marlene for the battle of my brain. Maybe it's time for more '80s music from the I Love It/Please Kill It category.
The Bolshoi--Please
Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
Please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
I've been standing at the stage door
Waiting on my prize
So please Miss Lolita, don't make me burn my eyes
I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please
Don't send me back to the cheap seats
Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
Please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
He's been hanging 'round the cat flap
Waiting for someone
So please Mistress Bacon, don't sell me to you son
I wait such a long time
I wait such a long time, Please
Don't send me out for a bite to eat
Please
Please Mr. Policeman, don't tell me to move along
I've been waiting for years just to hear my song
I've waited such a long time
I've waited such a long time, Please
Don't send me back to the city streets
As long as I'm here...
Martika--Toy Soldiers
Step by step
Heart to heart
Left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
It wasn't my intention to mislead you
It never should have been this way
What can I say
It's true I did extend the invitation
I never knew how long you'd stay
When you hear temptation call
It's your heart that takes, takes a fall
Won't you come out and play with me
CHORUS:
Step by step
Heart to heart
Left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit
Torn apart
We never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
It's getting hard to wake up in the morning
My head is spinning constantly
How can it be
How could I be so blind to this addiction
If I don't stop the next one's gonna be me
Only emptiness remains
It replaces all, all the pain
Won't you come out and play with me
CHORUS
I think this post may have been enough to muck up my synapses for the entire week, and all I did was a bunch of copying & pasting. Yikes.