| 70s child, late night radio---"Wildfire" a girl, a cold night, a lost horse. My little9 yr old self would sing my heart out |
Those aren't bad at all. |
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"Damn, Wish I Were Your Lover" by Lita Ford
Indelibly imprinted on my teenage brain as the soundtrack to the seen from Beverly Hills 90201 when Dylan sleeps with Kelly while Brenda is away for the summer in Paris. Ahh, the shame and horror...that I hold onto this musical memory (not the cheating). |
Oops, sorry, I am the PP--means Sophie B. Hawkins. But I also wish I could erase Lita Ford from my brain. |
Sing it with me now *sniff* |
The video clips are from "The Man From Snowy River" This song IS the 70's. *sniff, SOB* |
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Best-Horse with No Name:
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oops. I brokeded teh thread with mah video. See, I been through the desert on a Horse with No Name...
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PP...THANK YOU for the Wildfire clip--I was 9 once again watching it (sniff)
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Maybe I'm Amazed:
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Me too! LOVE IT. |
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BREAD-AUBREY
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I have the winner....I swear. I'm sure that not one of you has heard of it. Watch on YouTube and report back.
My husband is horrified...he refuses to add it to any of our playlists. Drum roll please... Carolina in the Pines by Michael Martin Murphey She came to me, said she knew me Said she'd known me a long time And she spoke of being in love With every mountain she had climbed And she talked of trails she'd walked up Far above the timberline From that night on I knew I'd write songs With Carolina in the pines There's a new moon on the fourteenth First Quarter the 21st And the full moon in the last week Brings a fullness to this earth There's no guesswork in the clockwork On the worlds part or mine There are nights I only feel right With Carolina in the pines When the frost shows on the windows And the wood stove smokes and glows As the fire grows we can warm our souls Watching rainbows in the cove And well talk of trails weve walked up Far above the timberline There are nights I only feel right With Carolina in the pines I LOVE THIS SONG |
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Pure Prairie League-Amyyyyy, what you wanna dooooo?
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