THE STOOGES
Tracks
New York Dolls
Johnny Thunders (July 15, 1952 - April 23, 1991)
You can’t put your arms around a memory. Happy birthday Johnny ):
THE GRODES - Let’s Talk About Girls (1967)
YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I’M NOT TRUE
YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU
NOTHIN’S WRONG GIRL YOU’RE REALLY TOUGH
(BUT YOU’RE) JUST ONE GIRL AND THAT AIN’T ENOUGH
I GOTTA LOVE ‘EM ALL BABY NOT JUST A FEW
GOTTA LOVE ‘EM ALL THAT’S WHAT I GOTTA DO — OH YEAH
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT I CAN’T GET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS I NEVER MET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT LIVE NEXT DOOR
GIRLS THAT BEG FOR MORE
SEE THAT LITTLE GIRL GO WALKIN’ BY
TURNS ME ON WHEN SHE GIVES ME THE EYE
THERE GOES ANOTHER ONE LOOKIN’ SO FINE
WON’T BE HAPPY TIL I MAKE HER MINE
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT I CAN’T GET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS I NEVER MET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT LIVE NEXT DOOR
GIRLS THAT BEG FOR MORE
(INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE)
NOW YOU’RE CRYIN’ SAY ‘DON’T MAKE ME SAD’
OH BABY THAT’S JUST TOO BAD
SORRY GIRL IF YOU DON’T LIKE MY SPEED
EVERY LITTLE GIRL’S GOT JUST WHAT I NEED
I GOTTA LOVE ‘EM ALL BABY NOT JUST A FEW
COME HERE BABY THAT MEANS YOU TOO — YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT I CAN’T GET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS I NEVER MET
TALK ABOUT GIRLS – GIRLS THAT LIVE NEXT DOOR
GIRLS THAT BEG FOR MORE
ISSI DYE - Love Itis (1970)
My family doctor couldn’t find me no cure, oh no
He said you really got it bad and I know it for sure, yes he did baby
He said the only one that can fill your prescription , oh yeah
And this feeling I got, ain’t got but one description
Said I got a thing called:
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
I tried so hard, but I couldn’t run away, oh no
An’ my fever gets higher, day by day, yes it does
And this feeling I got, is like a disease, oh yeah,
It’s really got me down, it’s got a hold on me
Y’know I got a thing called:
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
(C’mon baby, shake what momma gave ya!)
(Knock your socks off!)
It’s got me man, it’s got me,
It’s really really got me
It’s got me man, it’s got me,
It’s really really got me
It’s got me man, it’s got me,
It’s really really got me
Love-itis,
Love-itis, it’s got me
Love-itis,
Love-itis, it’s really got me
A LITTLE BIT OF SOUND - Incense and Peppermints (1968)
Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ mankind
Dead kings, many things I can’t define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.
Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, turn in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!
To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it’s the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view
Who care what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin’ to lose.
Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ mankind
Dead kings, many things I can’t define.
Occasion, persuassions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time.
Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothin’ to lose.
Incense and peppermints
Incense and peppermints
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Sha la la
Pete Quaife of The Kinks.
The Doors.
The Ramones.
Keith Moon
