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BOTL Pot 7

Pot 7


  • Total voters
    25
  • Poll closed .
Ray Davies, quintessentially English. A great lyricist during a period of fantastic music.

Waterloo Sunset for example....

Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, rolling into the night
People so busy, make me feel dizzy, taxi light shines so bright
But I don't, need no friends
As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine
Terry meets Julie, Waterloo Station, every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander, I stay at home at night
But I don't, feel afraid
As long as I gaze on Waterloo Sunset, I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
Chilly chilly is the evening time, Waterloo sunset's fine
 
Simpler but spot on in Victoria...

Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
 
Like The Kinks a lot, but old Ray isn't in the same league as The Zim when it comes to lyrics - it has to be Dylan for me.
 
Well so much has been written about Bonb Dylan that I am afraid I will not do him justice.

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Bob Dylan aged 78 still performing and writing
Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, The New York Times commented: "In choosing a popular musician for the literary world's highest honor, the Swedish Academy, which awards the prize, dramatically redefined the boundaries of literature, setting off a debate about whether song lyrics have the same artistic value as poetry or novels.

Rolling Stone has ranked Dylan at number one in its 2015 list of the 100 Greatest Songwriters of All Time, and listed "Like A Rolling Stone" as the "Greatest Song of all Time" in their 2011 list. in 2008, it was estimated that Dylan had sold about 120 million albums worldwide

I will just leave it at that, and rely on all your memories of this great Songwriter, Lyricist, and his music, if you need your memory jogged a little, just have a read of his Wikipedia page.

Bob Dylan Wikipedia Page
 
At the end of the day, it's about your preference, and mine is for Ray Davies.
 
Lola by Ray Davies worth the vote but was close with BD Blowing in the wind

When I first heard Lola in 1970 I was 19 and it was probably the first pop song that taught me to listen to lyrics rather than just hear them.
 
Ray Davis for me. He isn't an American and didn't bang on about the Protest Movement every five minutes.

And I love Death of a Clown.
 
He even took the pee out of his brother in lyrics!

They seek him here, they seek him there
In Regent Street and Leicester Square
Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is)
His world is built 'round discotheques and parties
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
 
Dylan never wrote as anything as good as this....:Whistling:

We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways, for me and for you
What more can we do?
We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society
God save Mrs. Mopp and good old Mother Riley
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium
God save the George Cross, and all those who were awarded them
 
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