I do like this song, as it is pure Meatloaf. Loud, a bit bombastic, with a catchy tune and unforgettable lyrics. Wish I had specific memories to go with this song, but it's just a song I like.
Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere) by Meatloaf
When the wind is howling through your window pane,
it's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed, you've got a fever of love,
and there's not an antibody in sight
Hey Jenny, Jenny, why are you crying?
There's a beauty of a moon in the sky
But I guess when you've been leadin such a sheltered life,
you never lift your head and look so high
You don't have a lot
But it's all that you've got, and you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasise every movement,
and imagine every inch of your dream
No-one said it had to be real, but it's got to be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand, and we fade in the air,
and the good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know
Every night in my prayer,
I'll be praying that the good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark,
and you're desperate now for somewhere to turn
Every muscle in rebellion, every nerve is on edge,
and every limb has been erotic'ly burned
Hey Johnny, Johnny, why are you shaking,
when a boy should do whatever he can
You've been nothing but an angel every day of your life,
and now you wonder what it's like to be damned
You don't have a lot
But it's all that you've got, and you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasise every movement,
and imagine every inch of your dream
No-one said it had to be real, but it's got to be something you've been wanting to feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand, and we fade in the air,
and the good boys go to heaven but the bad boys go everywhere
Good boys go to heaven but the bad boys go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know
Every night in my prayer,
I'll be praying that the good boys go to heaven but the bad boys go everywhere
Every time I try and dream you,
I can't believe how hard it's been to conjure up your face and trace your body in the air
Oh the seconds go on for ever, but the thirds and the fourth ones are even better
Every time I do it just a little bit longer
Every time I dream it's just a little bit stronger, than real life
No-one said it had to be real, but it's got to be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right, it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand, and we fade in the air,
and the good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
Somebody told me so
Somebody told me, now I know
Every night in my prayer,
I'll be praying that the good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
My head is a funny place, a whirlwind of ideas, images, insane plans to conquer the world, you know the normal kind of stuff. So I've made this place where I can throw out some of them and help keep my head from getting too cluttered. An adage I try to live by is that you should always say what you mean, because if you don't, you can never truly mean what you say. So I make no apologies for whatever I write here, if you don't like what I write, don't read any more of it.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Arrr Mateys!
Today is September 19th, which means it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day again! In honour of this most auspicious (and ridiculous) of days, I present a couple suitably piratey video clips courtesy of that chest of buried treasures known as Youtube! Feast yer eyes on these mateys!
Shiver My Timbers by The Muppets
The Salty Dog by Floggin Molly
And in case ye be havin' troubles with talking like a pirate, then this here page might be o' some use to ye swabbies. The Talk Like A Pirate Translator!
Shiver My Timbers by The Muppets
The Salty Dog by Floggin Molly
And in case ye be havin' troubles with talking like a pirate, then this here page might be o' some use to ye swabbies. The Talk Like A Pirate Translator!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
It's Action Force..
I used to love these toys as a kid, still love the characters and such nowadays. In the States the toyline/cartoon/comic book was called G.I. Joe, but over here the line was originally made by Palitoy, not Hasbro and was named Action Force with its own storylines and everything. These eventually changed to resemble the US line, and were finally replaced wholesale by them. The reason for this post is the awesome intro sequence to the British version of the cartoon. The American version had much the same lyrics but a far slower more plodding beat to it. Nothing at all like the far more impressive and upbeat sequence we had. See for yourself!
Also I've picked today to post this, because today is the 6th anniverssary of the World Trade Center attacks. The War on Terror continues with no real end in sight, and our leaders and generals seem to have no clear vision of how to win this war. I thought it'd be nice to see a counter terrorist unit that actually does the job it's suppossed too. Even if it is a fictional one.
Also I've picked today to post this, because today is the 6th anniverssary of the World Trade Center attacks. The War on Terror continues with no real end in sight, and our leaders and generals seem to have no clear vision of how to win this war. I thought it'd be nice to see a counter terrorist unit that actually does the job it's suppossed too. Even if it is a fictional one.
Monday, September 03, 2007
10 Things I Hate About You
It's not often I find a poem I like enough to post on my blog, but this one certainly qualifies. Taken from the film of the same name, a clever modern adaptation of Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew, updated to an American High School. It stars Heath Ledger as bad boy rebel Patrick Verona and the gorgeous Julia Stiles as the icy bitch Kat Stratford. I love the film and I love this poem, as Kat reads out in class near the end of the film, confessing her feelings at last, as her icy demeanour shatters. Hope you like it too:
10 Things I Hate About You
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
10 Things I Hate About You
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
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