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I Loved 1968. Let's do it again!

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Fenian_Bastard, Dec 6, 2006.

  1. Freelance Hack

    Freelance Hack Active Member

    Thanks spnited, and Duane get spnited a beer, too.

    If I'm going to drink a light beer, it'll be Sam Adams Light thank you very much.
     
  2. slappy4428

    slappy4428 Active Member

     
  3. spnited

    spnited Active Member

    Just get us a couple Yeunglings, please
     
  4. Ben_Hecht

    Ben_Hecht Active Member

    You want pain . . . listen to the entire debut album of John Fred and His Playboy Band.

    THAT'S agony.
     
  5. writing irish

    writing irish Active Member

    We can not only sing, but we can dance just as we good as we want!
     
  6. Boom_70

    Boom_70 Well-Known Member

    I've never understood the love for Hey Jude - too soft - Give me Born to Be Wild >
     
  7. Duane Postum

    Duane Postum Member

    Hey Jude sucks.
     
  8. writing irish

    writing irish Active Member

    That's because Paul McCartney sucks.
     
  9. Duane Postum

    Duane Postum Member

    "I Feel Free" is worth taking a peek at, too.
     
  10. Freelance Hack

    Freelance Hack Active Member

    For me, it's simplicity is its genius. Plus the fact that it was wriiten for Julian Lennon to cope ith his parents divorce adds to its significance.

    However, I do see your point about its softness. One wonders whether it was songs like Hey Jude that led McCartney to write such as songs as Listen To What The Man Says.
     
  11. BTExpress

    BTExpress Well-Known Member

    At least 1968 ended well.

    Circling around the moon on Christmas Eve.

    Colts advancing to Super Bowl III and getting ready to kick the crap out of that panty-hose-wearing Joe Namath and the Jets.

    Oh, well. For a couple of weeks everything was perfect.

    Probably not a big fan of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" either, eh?

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