A pair of 45's made me open my eyes...
David V. Loewe, Jr
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9, beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'cos that long cool woman had it all
unclejr
wrote:
Thanks for clearing that up. I could never decypher those lyrics
myself, and I was too lazy to google it.
-Junior
David V. Loewe, Jr
wrote:
Glad to be of service. Any other Sixties to early-Nineties lyrics you
want me to parse for you?
--
"And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale"
Keith Reid & Gary Brooker
unclejr
wrote:
> Glad to be of service. Any other Sixties to early-Nineties lyrics you
> want me to parse for you?
Almost any song from the Rolling Stones... How about Brown Sugar or
Jumping Jack Flash?
-Junior
David Loewe, Jr.
wrote:
>On Jun 11, 12:18 pm, "David V. Loewe, Jr" <davelo...@charter.net>
>wrote:
Full lyrics of Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress)
Saturday night I was downtown
Working for the FBI
Sitting in a nest of bad men
Whisky bottles piling high
Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of people who are doing wrong
Just about to call up the DA man
When I heard this woman singing a song
A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
My temperature started to rise
She was a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9", beautiful tall
With just one look I was a bad mess
'cos that long cool woman had it all
I saw her headin' to the table
Well a tall walking big black cat
When Charlie said I hope that you're able boy
Well I'm telling you she knows where it's at
Well suddenly we heard the sirens
And everybody started to run
A jumping out of doors and tables
Well I heard somebody shooting a gun
Well the DA was pumping my left hand
And then she was a-holding my right
Well I told her don't get scared
'cos you're gonna be spared
Well I've gotta be forgiven
If I wanna spend my living
With a long cool woman in a black dress
Just a 5'9", beautiful tall
Well, with just one look I was a bad mess
'cos that long cool woman had it all
Had it all
>> Glad to be of service. Any other Sixties to early-Nineties lyrics you
>> want me to parse for you?
>
>Almost any song from the Rolling Stones... How about Brown Sugar
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh.
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot,
Lady of the house wondrin' where it's gonna stop.
House boy knows that he's doin' alright.
You should a heard him just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a black girl should
A-huh.
I bet your mama was a tent show queen, and all her boy
Friends were sweet sixteen.
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight.
Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like a, just like a black girl should.
I said yeah, I said yeah, I said yeah, I said
Oh just like, just like a black girl should.
>or Jumping Jack Flash?
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my Ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! gas! gas!
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash
--
"When you betray somebody else, you also betray yourself."
- Isaac Bashevis Singer
unclejr
> A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
Is this a reference to her breasticles? If so, wouldn't they be more
impressive if they were 78s or 33-1/3s?
> Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
> Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
> Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
> Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
> Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
> (a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
> A-huh.
Is this about pedophilia with an African-American girl?
Or is this about the "taboo" subject of having sex with a black woman?
> I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
> And I howled at my Ma in the driving rain,
> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
> But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
> It's a gas! gas! gas!
>
> I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
> I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
> But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
> It's a gas! gas! gas!
>
> I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
> I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
> I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
> Yeah, yeah, yeah
> I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
> But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
> It's a gas! gas! gas!
In other words, Mick and Keith grew up with a plastic spoon in their
mouths. Got it. Thanks.
-Junior
Huck Kennedy
wrote:
I thought this poast was going to be about tits...
...and I was rite!!
Ralph Kennedy
"This is rsfc, not the Algonquin roundtable."
-xyzzy, 2/16/07
David V. Loewe, Jr
wrote:
>On Jun 11, 2:08 pm, "David Loewe, Jr." <dlo...@mindspring.com> wrote:
>> A pair of 45's made me open my eyes
>
>Is this a reference to her breasticles?
Yes.
>If so, wouldn't they be more
>impressive if they were 78s or 33-1/3s?
Are you married? Have you ever bought lingerie for a woman?
1) As I understand it, the number is chest size, measured on the rib
cage below the breasticles - rounded to the nearest even number
(making "45s" impossible - but, "45s" rhymes with "eyes," so there we
are).
2) The letter is the *cup* size and tells you how big the actual
breasticles are.
3) Despite the above, "44s" are guy speak for "pretty big, but not
grotesquely so, breasticles."
>> Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
>> Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
>> Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright.
>> Hear him whip the women just around midnight.
>> Ah brown sugar how come you taste so good
>> (a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
>> A-huh.
>
>Is this about pedophilia with an African-American girl?
You'd have to ask Sir Michael.
But, remember, back when slavery was legal in the US, the age of
consent was low and the black slave girls were fair game whenever the
Massa said so. But, more than likely post-pubescent - which came
later then than it does now. Probably 15 to 18 years old for the
Massa to breed them.
>Or is this about the "taboo" subject of having sex with a black woman?
I believe that as well. Legend has it that Sir Michael did personal
research on that subject prior to writing the song.
>> I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
>> And I howled at my Ma in the driving rain,
>> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
>> But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
>> It's a gas! gas! gas!
>>
>> I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
>> I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
>> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
>> But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
>> It's a gas! gas! gas!
>>
>> I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
>> I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
>> I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
>> Yeah, yeah, yeah
>> I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
>> But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
>> But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
>> It's a gas! gas! gas!
>
>In other words, Mick and Keith grew up with a plastic spoon in their
>mouths. Got it. Thanks.
--
"ue o muite arukou
namida ga kobore naiyouni
omoidasu harunohi
hitoribotchi no yoru"
Rokusuke Ei
unclejr
wrote:
> Are you married? Have you ever bought lingerie for a woman?
>
> 1) As I understand it, the number is chest size, measured on the rib
> cage below the breasticles - rounded to the nearest even number
> (making "45s" impossible - but, "45s" rhymes with "eyes," so there we
> are).
>
> 2) The letter is the *cup* size and tells you how big the actual
> breasticles are.
>
> 3) Despite the above, "44s" are guy speak for "pretty big, but not
> grotesquely so, breasticles."
I had thought of that, but I had discounted that interpretation,
because it's a PAIR of 45s. This implies that EACH breasticle
measures 45, not the entire chest. Therefore, since it was a song
from the the early 70s, I went with record RPMs and that each
breasticle had the diameter of a 45 RPM record.
As an answer to your first question, yes, I'm married, but no, I've
never bought her a bra.
-Junior
David V. Loewe, Jr
wrote:
>On Jun 11, 7:29 pm, "David V. Loewe, Jr" <davelo...@charter.net>
>wrote:
>> Are you married? Have you ever bought lingerie for a woman?
>>
>> 1) As I understand it, the number is chest size, measured on the rib
>> cage below the breasticles - rounded to the nearest even number
>> (making "45s" impossible - but, "45s" rhymes with "eyes," so there we
>> are).
>>
>> 2) The letter is the *cup* size and tells you how big the actual
>> breasticles are.
>>
>> 3) Despite the above, "44s" are guy speak for "pretty big, but not
>> grotesquely so, breasticles."
>
>I had thought of that, but I had discounted that interpretation,
>because it's a PAIR of 45s. This implies that EACH breasticle
>measures 45, not the entire chest.
No. Guy speak is such that a pair of breasts can easily be a "pair of
44s" - and, again, "45s" rhymes with "eyes."
The only other realistic interpretation is that she's is packing a
pair of .45 pistols - given the "bad" nature of the dive she's singing
in.
>Therefore, since it was a song
>from the the early 70s, I went with record RPMs and that each
>breasticle had the diameter of a 45 RPM record.
At the base? Or sticks out that far from the chest wall?
If the former, she'd have to be HUGE framed. 12 inches (78 or 33 1/3)
from centerline on me is mid-armpit.
If you mean the latter, then, 45s (7 inches) are F cup (DDD). 33 1/3
(and 78) would be K cup.
>As an answer to your first question, yes, I'm married, but no, I've
>never bought her a bra.
--
"...you know, it seems to me you suffer from the problem of
wanting a tailored fit in an off the rack world."
Dennis Juds
unclejr
wrote:
> No. Guy speak is such that a pair of breasts can easily be a "pair of
> 44s" - and, again, "45s" rhymes with "eyes."
>
> The only other realistic interpretation is that she's is packing a
> pair of .45 pistols - given the "bad" nature of the dive she's singing
> in.
>
>
> If the former, she'd have to be HUGE framed. 12 inches (78 or 33 1/3)
> from centerline on me is mid-armpit.
>
> If you mean the latter, then, 45s (7 inches) are F cup (DDD). 33 1/3
> (and 78) would be K cup.
I am astounded daily by the amount of important stuff I learn on
usenet.
-Junior
winnard
"David V. Loewe, Jr" <dave...@charter.net> wrote in message
news:qtn254dc7617fj6qd...@4ax.com...
rong. The song is about a transvestite with 45 centimeter testicles.
winnard
David V. Loewe, Jr
Wrong.
It was something visible while she was on stage. Unless she's doing
"the full Monty," our G-Man would not see her genitalia.
--
"You won't learn much about capitalism at a university. How could
you? Capitalism is a matter of risks and rewards, and a tenured
professor doesn't have much to do with either.
- Dr. Jerry Pournelle
gfer...@gmail.com
meaning 9.9999
- as close to a ten as is possible.
unclejr
Mercellus Bohren
David's dead.
Winnard's missing (even from FB I hear)
I think Kennedy still posts on FB.
unclejr
> On Tuesday, November 21, 2017 at 3:50:23 PM UTC-5, unclejr wrote:
> > On Tuesday, November 21, 2017 at 2:43:37 PM UTC-6, gfer...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > She was a five nine
> > > meaning 9.9999
> > > - as close to a ten as is possible.
> >
> > Nice resurrection of the dead, pla.
>
> Good thing you're still around.
>
> David's dead.
> Winnard's missing (even from FB I hear)
> I think Kennedy still posts on FB.
valm...@icloud.com
the_andr...@yahoo.com
valm...@icloud.com
dotsla...@gmail.com
I think - hope - even as often a battleground - rsfc was a happy diversion for him during some really tough years.
Cheers.
unclejr
dotsla...@gmail.com
Cheers.
unclejr
> Yeah and was doing all kinds of treatments. Didn't get the feeling his quality of life - overall health, being able to get out and about a lot - was good as things stretched out. Generally managed to keep us appraised without being the seeking sympathy sort. Had a pretty clinical - dry, factual - approach to describing the whole ordeal.
>
> Cheers.
Ken Olson
> Yeah and was doing all kinds of treatments. Didn't get the feeling his quality of life - overall health, being able to get out and about a lot - was good as things stretched out. Generally managed to keep us appraised without being the seeking sympathy sort. Had a pretty clinical - dry, factual - approach to describing the whole ordeal.
>
> Cheers.
>
Tom Enright
> I really miss that dude.
mantle with a gray suit or tux. Good guy. His updates really gave you
a sense of the highs and lows of that kind of fight.
-TE
Mercellus Bohren
Speaking of dead assholes (who I liked and miss), I wish someone would let Jeff Tindall's family know that his LinkedIn profile still requests birthday wishes once a year on his behalf. Maybe that's on purpose; keeping his memories alive and whatnot.
the_andr...@yahoo.com
tasiamat...@gmail.com
unclejr
HTH.