Worst Mid-70s Single

[Jazzmoose]

You know, the words aren't great, but without the music, they aren't as bad as I thought they were. Must be one of those "the sum is more barf-inducing than the parts" thingies...

[Soulstation1]

does 1980 count?

You should’ve seen by the look in my eyes, baby

There was somethin missin

You should’ve known by the tone of my voice, maybe

But you didn’t listen

You played dead

But you never bled

Instead you lay still in the grass

All coiled up and hissin

And though I know all about those men

Still I don’t remember

Cause it was us baby, way before then

And we’re still together

And I meant, every word I said

When I said that I love you I meant

That I love you forever

And I’m gonna keep on lovin you

Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do

I don’t wanna sleep

I just wanna keep on lovin you

(solo)

And I meant every word I said

When I said that I love you I meant

That I love you forever

(chorus)

[Dan Gould]

You know, the words aren't great, but without the music, they aren't as bad as I thought they were. Must be one of those "the sum is more barf-inducing than the parts" thingies...

How exactly do you read those words and not hear Terry Jacks singing them?

[Soulstation1]

Alone Again, Naturally

(Gilbert O'Sullivan)

In a little while from now,

If I'm not feeling any less sour.

I promised myself, to treat myself,

And visit a nearby tower ..........

And climbing to the top,

Would throw myself off,

In an effort to, make clear to whoever,

What it's like when your shattered .......

Left standing in a lurch,

In a church with people saying .....

My God, that's tough, she stood him up,

No point in us remaining .......

I may as well go home,

As I did on my own,

Alone again, naturally.

To think that only yesterday,

I was cheerful, bright and gay.

Looking forward to, and who wouldn’t do,

The role I was about to play.

But as if to knock me down,

Reality came around,

And without so much as a mere touch,

Cut me into little pieces.

Leaving me to doubt, all about God and His mercy,

Oh, if He really does exist,

Why did He desert me?

And in my hour of need,

I truely am, indeed,

Alone again, naturally.

It seems to me that there are more hearts,

Broken in the world that can’t be mended,

Left unattended, what do we do?

What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,

And whatever else that appears.

I remember I cried when my father died,

Never wishing to hide the tears.

At sixty-five years old,

My mother, God rest her soul,

Couldn’t understand why the only man,

She had ever loved had been taken.

Leaving her to start, with a heart so badly broken,

Despite encouragement from me,

No words were ever spoken.

And when she passed away,

I cried and cried all day,

Alone again, naturally .....

Alone again ................................. naturally.

Edited March 28, 2005 by Soulstation1

[Dan Gould]

I just discovered that the vote is a four way tie.

I think this means that all participants must receive a custom compilation of these classics. Just PM your address to me and I'll get that out to you, though I have to warn you that Billy Don't Be a Hero is going to have to be from a pretty battered 45.