Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Dean Martin: Rich, Loved Drunk

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you
You're nobody 'til somebody cares.
(Nobody. Absolutely nobody. You are of no worth. Your life isn't worth living. You might as well go kill yourself.)
You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold,
(But more likely you're not well off and lacking love.)
But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old.
(Money can't buy me love? Bullshit. Llok at all the ugly rich old men with beautiful younger women. Then look at the ugly poor men with nobody. If you're ugly and you're poor you might as well go kill yourself.)
The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody to love.

The world still is the same, you never change it,
As sure as the stars shine above;
(If you're a tramp stars are all you've got to look at at night. You're damn' right, you can't do a thing about it, Dean. Whereas if you're rich and a drunk, the world's your oyster.)
You're nobody 'til somebody loves you,
So find yourself somebody, find yourself somebody,
Find yourself somebody to love.
(Go on. It's piss easy. There's really something seriously wrong with you if you can't. Just get off your arse and find somebody! Go on! You might as well kill yourself if you can't.)

14 comments:

  1. Excellent insight, Geoff.
    You've exposed the writer of the song for the evil word twister that he is.

    It's an outrage...and to think they tried to ban songs by Black Sabbath. I mean, was Dean ever called to court to defend the lyrics he sang just like Judas Priest had to?

    Truly sickening.

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  2. There's good reason Dean's dancers were called The Golddiggers.

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  3. Istvanski - But Black Sabbath and Judas Priest never had the support of the underworld. Not that kind of underworld, anyway.

    MJ - There's a tramp in the news in London. He's going to make a record. I don't think he's got dancing girls.

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  4. Imagine how mad it would have made them if they'd known Judas Priest featured a (shock horror) homosexualist.

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  5. I've seen The Sopranos. No mercy there.

    Thank God none of the entertainers favoured by the Mob were gay.

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  6. tee hee!

    Now I feel strangely depressed.

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  7. It got me this morning as it's the last track on an otherwise impeccable Uncut magazine CD of tracks from the movies, containing rock, rock 'n' roll, soul, jazz and classical tracks. It was like a wedding reception where they put on New York New York at the end of the evening. Except at wedding receptions most of the music is shit.

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  8. Hmph.

    Well, that's cheered me right up.

    I'm off to bed. By myself. 'Cos nobody loves me.

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  9. Does the Dean Martin version of love differ widely from the Barry White version? As it is easier to find someone to love in certain ways, than others.

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  10. Spin - Smug newlyweds could choose it as the last song of their wedding reception.

    Doris - Is it easier to find love if you talk with a growl than if you talk with a drunken slur? I'm not sure. It must be easier for both than having a voice like Joe Pasquale.

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  11. If Jerry Lewis was your sidekick you'd turn to drink.

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  12. They wouldn't let Jerry join the Rat Pack. He formed the Twat Pack with Mickey Rooney.

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  13. I prefer Jeffrey Lewis.

    He's got a song called 'The Chelsea Hotel Oral Sex Song' which is all about failing to pull even when it's laid on a plate in front of you.

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  14. Sid Vicious had the same problem. Leonard Cohen didn't.

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