Just for fun….
- Hey Man from the album “Whoa, Nelly” by Nelly Furtado
- Sell Out from the album “Turn The Radio Off” by Reel Big Fish
- Don’t Panic from the album “Garden State” by Coldplay
- She’s Hot to Go from the album “Pontiac” by Lyle Lovett
- Free from the album “1999 (version without “D.M.S.R.)” by Prince
- Another Pearl from the album “The Hour of Bewilderbeast” by Badly Drawn Boy
- Take It or Leave It from the album “Get Born” by Jet
- The Sensual World from the album “The Sensual World” by Kate Bush
- These Are the Days from the album “Avalon Sunset” by Van Morrison
- Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing by Chris Issak
- Light & Day/Reach for the Sun from the album “The Beginning Stages of The Polyphonic Spree” by The Polyphonic Spree
- Neil Diamond – Sweet Caroline
Hey, how can you not sing along to Neil?
…..yay.
You’re listening to Slim Whitman on a continuous loop and don’t even lie. You’re all about the yodeling. And you have the intense fear of Martians.
Hey, how can you not sing along to Neil?
Allow me to present proof that you must, simply must, gouge your ears out while listening to Neil:
“Tuhn ahn ya haht-light! Let it shinea whehevah ya gowe… Let it makea a hap-pay glowe fo awl tha whirl to see*…”
Possibly the most craptacular song ever. Home is where the heart is, not “the most excellent place of awl.” Was he drunk? Were we all drunk? How the hell could we stand to see his in a pseduo Elvis pose with his knees bend, hopping lightly in time with the music, extending a finger like the dimunitive animatronic space freak, voiced by Deborah Winger?
“Be good,” E.T. said. How about, “Be not so cheesy that Kraft has to sponsor your concerts, Neil.”
(* the S must be stretched out as long, if not longer than the EE sound.)
Ok, I am going to give you that one, Thomas. You are correct. I am going to have to clarify that I am referring to, for the most part, pre-1976 Neil Diamond. No heart light, no “you don’t bring me flowers.”
But you put on “Hot August Night” and you tell me that the good does not outweigh the bad. And, if you don’t see that, THEN you may gouge your ears out. But I’m going to want to see that part.
blech. no neil for me, thanks. not even involuntary automatic mind-control singing.
what is it with you people and neil? come on!! SWEET CAROLINE!
sweet earplugs…! 😉