Work gets a little boring sometimes
And I spend too much time parsing the lyrics of old songs.
We listen to the oldies station at work and its playlist covers a wide range from late 50s to the mid-70s; much of it is ignorable, much is "oh good lord, I remember this one from when I was a kid." There are many songs I could have died happily without ever hearing again. Anything by the Doors or the Eagles are the first two that spring to mind, and "Margaritaville" -- especially because older men in shop will start singing along with it. Or worse, whistling. Really, everyone just stop with the whistling.
Today though, an old Tony Orlando & Dawn song came on, yet another in the category of "could have gone to my deathbed" without hearing again. And now, listening to the lyrics as an adult, I started laughing aloud.
Hey girl what-cha doin' down there?
Dancin' alone every night,
While I live right above you.
I can hear your music playin'.
I can feel your body swayin'.
One floor below me you don't even know me.
I love you.
No you don't, you don't even know her! And quit eavesdropping on the poor woman, you creep.
Oh, my darling,
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me.
Mmm-hmmm, twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
Oh my sweetness, (Knock, knock, knock.)
Means you'll meet me in the hallway.
Twice on the pipe (tap, tap),
Means you ain't gonna show.
Oh I see how you are, no matter what she has to respond to you (after reading your mind of course).
If you look out your window tonight,
Pull in the string with the note,
That's attached to my heart.
Read how many times I saw you.
How in my silence I adored you.
Only in my dreams did that,
Wall between us come apart.
Okay, look, this is just creeeee-peee, you're clearly stalking her at this point. If she were interested in you, should would have, y'know, invited you down for a drink at some point. But she's just been minding her own business, living her life and all, while her annoying upstairs neighbor's been touching himself and thinking about her. Ew.
Hey, Tony Orlando's downstairs neighbor, get a restraining order!
Ah, courtship in the 70s.
Edited: In case you don't know the horror of which I speak...
He also had a variety show in the 70s.
We listen to the oldies station at work and its playlist covers a wide range from late 50s to the mid-70s; much of it is ignorable, much is "oh good lord, I remember this one from when I was a kid." There are many songs I could have died happily without ever hearing again. Anything by the Doors or the Eagles are the first two that spring to mind, and "Margaritaville" -- especially because older men in shop will start singing along with it. Or worse, whistling. Really, everyone just stop with the whistling.
Today though, an old Tony Orlando & Dawn song came on, yet another in the category of "could have gone to my deathbed" without hearing again. And now, listening to the lyrics as an adult, I started laughing aloud.
Hey girl what-cha doin' down there?
Dancin' alone every night,
While I live right above you.
I can hear your music playin'.
I can feel your body swayin'.
One floor below me you don't even know me.
I love you.
No you don't, you don't even know her! And quit eavesdropping on the poor woman, you creep.
Oh, my darling,
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me.
Mmm-hmmm, twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
Oh my sweetness, (Knock, knock, knock.)
Means you'll meet me in the hallway.
Twice on the pipe (tap, tap),
Means you ain't gonna show.
Oh I see how you are, no matter what she has to respond to you (after reading your mind of course).
If you look out your window tonight,
Pull in the string with the note,
That's attached to my heart.
Read how many times I saw you.
How in my silence I adored you.
Only in my dreams did that,
Wall between us come apart.
Okay, look, this is just creeeee-peee, you're clearly stalking her at this point. If she were interested in you, should would have, y'know, invited you down for a drink at some point. But she's just been minding her own business, living her life and all, while her annoying upstairs neighbor's been touching himself and thinking about her. Ew.
Hey, Tony Orlando's downstairs neighbor, get a restraining order!
Ah, courtship in the 70s.
Edited: In case you don't know the horror of which I speak...
Click to viewHe also had a variety show in the 70s.