Therapy in Music

Musical musings for reflection

Dirty Man

Dirty Man

performed live by Joss Stone

You’re a dirty, dirty man
And you gotta dirty mind
You’re a dirty, dirty man
You and that other woman, you’re two of a kind
But you forgot one thing baby when you were doing me wrong
That I’m a good house keeper
I’m gonna take my broom and sweep
All of the dirt out on the street

You’re a dirty, dirty man
Oh in so many, so many dirty ways
You’re a dirty, dirty man
And you’ve been hiding your little dirt all over this here place
I know you have
Oh here’s my chance baby to throw some mud in your face

Coz I’m a good house keeper
I’m gonna take my broom and sweep
All of the dirt, yes I am, out on the street

Oh, I’m cleaning out my whole house
Fast as I can
Its time to make everything spic and span

You’re a dirty, ooh you’re a dirty man
You do me dirty for so many years, yes u did
You’re a dirty, dirty man, yes u are
And I’m tired of you and your woman and your dog too
You’re a dirty man
You’re a dirty man
Now get outta my house
Don’t u never, never, never come back again
Don’t u never
You’re a dirty, dirty man

And I’m done with your dirty ways

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Back It Up

I found this song today completely on accident. It’s freaking awesome!!!

Get ready to tap your foot and shake your booty 🙂

Back It up
by Caro Emerald

I can’t stop shakin’
The room has a groove and the floor
It’s almost earthquakin’ Uhuh
Look what we’re makin’
History out on the floor
And it’s just awakin’ Uhuh

So get that needle in the core
Scratch that back and gimme more
You know zactly what I came here for
Back it up and do it again

From the middle to the top to the end
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Back to the middle to the front to the end
Za dlu dla dlun dloday
Everybody ba dlun dloday
I don’t care if he’s a friend
From the front to the middle
to the back to the end

I wanna! Back, back, back, back it up
Back it up and do it again

Gimme some of that funky
The kind that the Duke used to play
And make it more swingy Heyey
And then give me some hornay
You know the bub-pu-pa bub-pu-pa-bay
Come on, give it to me Hmmm hmmm

Slam that bass and make it sing
Give those strings that rip ‘n zing
You know zactly what I came here for
Back it up and do it again

From the middle to the top to the end
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Back to the middle to the front to the end
Za dlu dla dlun dloday
Everybody ba dlun dloday
I don’t care if he’s a friend
From the front to the middle
to the back to the end

I wanna! Back, back, back, back it up
Back it up and do it again

So get that needle in the core
Scratch that back and gimme more
You know zactly what I came here for
Back it up and do it again

From the middle to the top to the end
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Ba dlu dla dlun dloday
Back to the middle to the front to the end
Za dlu dla dlun dloday
Everybody ba dlun dloday
I don’t care if he’s a friend
From the front to the middle
to the back to the end

I wanna! Back, back, back, back it up
Back it up and do it again

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Way Out West

Way Out West

by Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire

Elder Green is dead and gone
Lost his way going to town
Don’t know who he is or what he’s done
But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
Yeah it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
If I was in an old hotel
That happened to be on fire
Maybe I’d jump or
Maybe I’d reconsider
Then I’d climb a little higher
Like an oily rag
In a dusty corner
Like a box of matches near an open flame
I’d jump 18 stories from a burning fire
Sooner than I’d face this world of shame
Yeah I’d skip this town and
Jump a westbound train
Take these fingerlings from my fingers
Spoken with your breath
With white-washed eyes
And flies that linger
Seems rather forlorn and bereft
I said where you goin’ with that sack on your shoulder Willie
As if I couldn’t have guessed
He says I’m gonna get the hell
Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west
If I was in an old hotel
That happened to be on fire
Maybe I’d jump or
Maybe I’d reconsider
Then I’d climb a little higher
Like an oily rag
In a dusty corner
Like a box of matches near an open flame
I’d get so far away
From that old matchbox hotel
Man I’d skip this town and
Jump a westbound train
Anything to get away from this shame
Take these fingerlings from my fingers
Spoken with your breath
With white-washed eyes
And flies that linger
Seems rather forlorn and bereft
I said where you goin’ with that sack on your shoulder Willie
As if I couldn’t have guessed
He says I’m gonna get the hell
Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west
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Who Is He (and What Is He to You)?

Who Is He (and What Is He to You)?
performed by Tower of Power

A man we passed just tried to stare me down
And when I looked at you, you looked at the ground
I don’t know who he is but I think that you do
Dag gummit, who is he and what is he to you?
Something in my heart and in your eyes
Tells me that he’s not someone passin’ by
And when you cleared your throat was that your cue?
Dag gummit, who is he and what is he to you?
Now when I add the sum of you and me, dig this
I get confused ’cause I keep coming up with three
Well listen, you’re too much for one man and not enough for two
Dag gummit, who is he and what is he to you?
What is he to you? I wanna know
Now tell me you that man don’t have much intuition, no
Is that what you really think woman or are you wishin’?
Listen, before you wreck your old home be sure about your new
Dag gummit, who is he? What is he to you?
What is he to you? Someone, somebody say it
Say it again baby
Woman respect yourself, respect yourself
Who was that man with you girl?
What is he to you? ‘Cause who was he to you?
What is he to you?
Tell me who are you lovin’?
Who is he to you, baby?
Respect yourself, respect yourself
Who was he to you?
Who was he to you lady?
I gotta know right now
Just tell me
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Accentuate the Positive

Accentuate the Positive
performed by Ella Fitzgerald

Gather ’round me, Everybody
Gather ’round me while I preach some
Feel a sermon comin’ on me
The topic will be sin and that’s what I’m agin’
If you wanna hear my story
Then settle back and just sit tight
While I start reviewin’
The attitude on doin’… … … RIGHT!
You’ve got to accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
Latch on to the affirmative
But don’t mess with mister inbetween
You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum
Bring gloom down to the minimum
have faith, a pandemonium
Libel to walk up on the scene
To illustrate my last remark
Jonah in the Whale, Noah in the ark
What did they do
just when everything looked so dark
Man, they said we better
accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
latch on to the affirmative
Don’t mess with mister inbetween
No! Don’t mess with mister inbetween

 

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On The Roof

On The Roof

performed by Al Jarreau & Sheena Easton on Sheena Easton’s 1983 TV special

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