Peeps …. I cannot stop listening to You’re the Biggest Part of Me by that cheesy 80s band Ambrosia.
I cannot STOP because I actually BOUGHT that damn thing from iTunes and, well, it’s just there, calling to me, with deeply heartfelt lyrics like:
(Rainbow) Risin’ over my shoulder; (RAINBOW???)
(Love flows) Gettin’ better as we’re older (LOVE FLOWS??? Uhm, what are those??)
(All I know) All I want to do is hold her (PLEASE GET YOUR HUGGY SELF OFFA ME, DUDE!!)
She’s the life that breathes in me
(Forever) Got a feelin’ that forever
(Together) We are gonna stay together
(For better) For me, there’s nothin’ better
You’re biggest part of meeeeeeeee! (INSERT DOUBLE ENTENDRE HERE)
(Oh, extra e’s added by moi)
But that’s not all. AFTER I’m done with this one, I listen to Reminiscing by The Little River Band. Which is simply an awesome song and I will not be dissuaded. I mean, “Glenn Miller’s band was BETTER than before,” peeps, and “We yelled and screamed for more.” And I am. Just yelling and screaming inside for more cheese, please.
Friday night, it was late
I was walking you home
We got down to the gate
And I was dreaming of the night
Would it turn out right
Now as the years roll on
Each time we hear our favorite song
The memories come along
Older times we’re missing
Spending the hours reminiscing
Ahhhhh.
But that’s still not all. AFTER these two, the finale de fromage is Cool Change also by The Little River Band, with stirring lyrics like:
Well I was born in the sign of water (I WASN’T!)
And it’s there that I feel my best (I’M A FIRE SIGN; WHAT DOES THIS IMPLY FOR ME?)
The albatross and the whales
they are my brothers (WHALE(S)?? JUST HOW MANY WHALE BROTHERS DO I HAVE, MOM?)
It’s kind of a special feeling
When you’re out on the sea alone
Starin’ at the full moon
like a lover (SILENCE ABOUT MY MOON LOVER!)
I think maybe, maybe I’m stressed out. Because I mock — not Reminiscing, never Reminiscing — and yet I listen incessantly. It’s comfort music, I think.
Or also: madness. Which is cool, because if it’s madness, then I have a pretty good excuse here. “Tracey, why are you nonstop listening to cheesy 80s music?”
“Because …. because ….. OF THE MADDDDDNESSS!!!”
Anyone else suddenly gone mad for cheesy 80s music? Or obsessively listening to anything vaguely con queso?
No judgment here — um, obviously — just don’t leave me hangin’!
I heart “Reminiscing.” It takes me back to my sophomore year in high school.
“You’re the Biggest Part of Me,” always skeeved me out a little bit. I mean, “letting my love rain down on you”? Ew.
But, Lisa, his love washes away the past so that we can start ANEW. His LOVE does that.
Also, do not forget his passionate falsetto promise at the end of the song:
You changed my life
You made it right
And I’ll be a servant to you
For the rest of my life
You’re the biggest part of me….
“Servant,” Lisa. For the rest of his life.
So, let’s go, Jeeves. I need me some laundry done.
My sides hurt. How about this one?
We’ve been together since way back when
Sometimes I never wanna see you again
But I want you to know
After all these years
You’re still the one I want whisp’rin’ in my ear
I guess that all those years were the ones he never wanted to see her again – but now he’s changed his mind! Happy Valentine’s Day!
BTW – agreed on Reminiscing. They never did anything better.
I had the same problem with Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time about a month ago. I washed my mind with a little U2 cleanser.
Oh, man, I don’t know these but I had all these cheesy songs torturing me last night when I was shopping in ULTA. (I have to wonder what they think their demographic is.) I walked out of there with nothing but the embarrassment that I used to like all those cheesy Rod Stewart songs and I knew the words. . . I had a very sad adolescence until my alterna-chick high school classmate (may she rest in peace) befriended me.
I LOVE “Reminiscing” too! But I do like “Lady” by the Little River Band, too, Nightfly, although I agree it’s not as good.
“So Lady, I think it’s only fair I should say to you
Don’t be thinkin’ that I don’t want you, cuz Lady I do.”
He’s telling her she’s wrong, and he’s using such beautiful english to boot. What woman wouldn’t swoon for that!
I obsess over music all the time. One of my latest: “Heat of the Moment” by Asia
“I never meant to be so bad to you. One thing I said that I would never do.”
Sure…that’s what they all say!
Great stuff!!
Ah, Reminiscing… Great tune. Cool Change is awesome, I don’t care.
I’m ’bout to beat all y’all, though — AIR SUPPLY, BABY.
All Out Of Love?
Lost In Love?
Every Woman in the World?
C’mon! No stinkier, Australian, white-man-Afro cheese to be had. (And I’ll bet more than one somebody here knows the words.)
Also got the video to A.O.O.L. from iTunes. Mmmm… cheeeeeeese…
Y’all DO know you don’t have to be a star to be in my show, right?
My my my my my show.
I dunno, WG, I think the lead singer of REO Speedwagon had a pretty diggable ‘fro for a white guy. . . I’ll bet you’re all thinking about “Keep on Loving You” now, right? 🙂
Kate P One should never be embarrassed about liking Rod Stewart. He has stood the test of time. Still churning out albums and selling out arenas. He is like fine wine. And I had an huge poster of him hanging in my dorm room……..ahhhhh 1978.
All great tunes, people!
And since we’re on the subject of Little River Band songs, you cannot discount the cheese factor of “Lady”
“I love you best, you’re not like the rest” (What rest? You mean there are others?!)
“Oh, Lady, I think it’s only fair I should say to you, don’t be thinkin’ that I don’t want you, cuz maybe I do.”
(Uh, maybe? MAYBE? Oh, and nice grammar, babe!)
I like mine with extra cheese, please!
Someday love will find you (maybe, just maybe)
Break those chains that bind you (break ’em!!!)
One night will remind you (gee, I was hoping for at least 3)
How we touched (how, how, how)
And went our separate ways (two roads diverged)
If he ever hurts you (hopefully not, but if)
True love won’t desert you (desert? dessert? pecan pie anyone?)
You know i still love you (comforting, I’m sure)
Though we touched (even though)
And went our separate ways (no one-way streets here, folks)
con queso. and bad hair.
WG — I don’t know what to say except:
I ‘m all out of love, I’m so lost without you!
I know you were right believing for so long!
I ‘m all out of love, what am I without you!
I can’t be too late to say that I was so wrong!
ASM — Si, con queso y pelo MUY mal. 😉
Shannon — I admit; sometimes I get my “Ladies” mixed up. TLRB did one, and so did Styx, didn’t they?
Did someone do a poll in the late 70’s/early 80’s and discover that most women preferred to be called “Lady” or something?
“I love you, baby.” “Uhm, that’s ‘lady’ to you, pal.”
Tracey – Styx did both a “Lady” (their first hit) AND a “Babe” (1979 double-Grammy winner – Cheesiest Power Ballad and Worst Prom Slow Dance). That Dennis DeYoung is the smart man, covering his bases like that.
Ha, Nightfly!
Kenny Rogers also did a “Lady”, and the Commodores did “Three Times a Lady” (even BETTER) during that time period. Obviously a lady conspiracy.
I always thought of being called lady more in therms of “Hey, Lady…move outta the way (or you got change for a dollar?).” I don’t think of it so much as a term of endearment.
I’d think my husband lost his darn mind if he called me lady.
“Lady” seems very Jerry Lewis to me. But have The Commodores tell me I’m once, twice, three times A lady, and that’s totally different. Then I am A lady; not “laaaady.”
Being called a lady signals respect. Being called “laaady” signals — Shannon’s right — that I’m a sucker about to be hit up for change and then called a “bitch” when I don’t give it to him. (Which actually happened to me.)
Babe, I’m leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near
My train is going, I see it in your eyes
The love, the need, your tears
But I’ll be lonely without you
And I’ll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I’ll be missing you.
You know it’s you Babe
Whenever I get weary and I’ve had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it’s you Babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that it’s true
Babe, I love you.
You know it’s you Babe
Whenever I get weary and I’ve had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it’s you Babe
Giving me the courage and the strength I need
Please believe that it’s true
Babe, I love you.
Babe, I’m leaving, I’ll say it once again
Somehow try to smile
I know the feeling we’re trying to forget
If only for a while
But I’ll be lonely without you
And I’ll need your love to see me through
Please believe me, my heart is in your hands
And I’ll be missing you
Babe, I love you.
Babe, I love you.
Now —
try to get that outta’ your head for the rest of the day.
WG, I think we need a drinking game for that one. (The rule seems pretty obvious.) It has the added benefit of getting that song out of our heads, right?
The “Babe” song is famous among my girlfriends from college b/c we used to hang together in the dorm and string music and lyrics together from our collective CD/tape pool to make hysterical tapes, usually commentary about our small college, dating, etc. One time we strung together all the female names in song that we had–Mary, Liza, Jezebel, Jennifer–it went on for a while. Ending it with, “Please believe that it’s true, Babe, I love you.” Yeah, our male classmates tended to be somewhat fickle.
oOoOoOoH… drinking game…