for steg, with blogging love

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Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Why do stars fall down from the sky
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
On the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
And starlight in your eyes of blue.
That is why all the girls in town
Follow you all around.
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you.
Just like me (Just like me)
They long to be
Close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Wahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Hahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
Lahhhhhhhhhhh, close to you.
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THE CARPENTERS
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post script: "In the months between the release of Ticket and the release of Close To You, the Carpenters were asked by Burt Bacharach to perform with him at a benefit performance for the Reiss-Davis Clinic. For the occasion, Burt asked Richard to arrange a medley of Bacharach songs. It was while Richard was selecting material for the medley that Herb Alpert suggested they include Close to You (at that time a little-known song). Upon hearing it Karen and Richard decided that although not right for the medley, the song would make a strong single. As fate would have it, they were playing the Westbury Music Fair in Long Island with Burt Bacharach on Memorial Day in 1970, two days after the single was released. In six weeks Close To You was No. 1 in the nation and in two months it became the Carpenters' first gold single. This single sold 1.8 million copies domestically making it their biggest seller"

5 comments:

Steg said...

Awwww!

*blushes, then bows courteously*

You are too kind, mademoiselle!!

homo escapeons said...

Poor Karen.

Although the lyrics are uber schmaltzy the melody is just so darn catchy that you can't help hum along...the first 100 times anyway?

aaah
ah ah ah aaaah
close to you

Rimshot said...

I've been creeped out by this song since I was just a little Rimshot (not even a paradiddle). I'm pretty sure some Sesame Street skit with muppets did me in on this one.

I wonder if I could sue? Do you suppose Snuffleupagus has a high-powered attorney?

I, still, like the views said...

steg my (guilty) pleasure. . .

:-D


Mr Escape I sing it to aged ten female Small Person to cheer her up. . .

even schmaltzy has it's place - I find it between the suitability of nursery rhymes at bedtime and the pre-teen love of boy bands

now, boy bands are schmaltzy - somewhere between nursery ryhmes and Guerillas (however you spell that cartoon band who sing something about Kidz with Gunz) (the twelve year old male middle one, trying to instill a bit of indepedence into his life) and Iron Maiden/Hammerfall (The Teen, who used to like nursery ryhmes, smaltz, boy bands and has now moved on to greater things)

;-D


shot sue steg

:-O

Steg said...

I like the way that looks:

"steg my (guilty) pleasure. . ."

It's always been my ambition to be someone's guilty pleasure!

And please don't encourage anyone to get litigious with me - I'm paranoid enough as it is.