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a lost art…

it does take something special…

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Joan Jett- Bad Reputation :: 1981 music video // 2015 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

A girl can do what she wants to do and that’s What I’m gonna do…

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Tina Turner and the Ikettes performing at the Soul Bowl at Tulane University’s Sugar Bowl Stadium in New Orleans on October 24, 1970. 

Photo by Michael P. Smith

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Till There Was You

The Beatles (originally by Sue Raney)

There were bells on a hill

But I never heard them ringing

No, I never heard them at all

Till there was you

There were birds in the sky

But I never saw them winging

No, I never saw them at all

Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn and dew

There was love all around

But I never heard it singing

No, I never heard it at all

Till there was you

Then there was music and wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn and dew

There was love all around

But I never heard it singing

No, I never heard it at all

Till there was you

Till there was you

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King of Pain with lyrics

[apologize-to-no-one]

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Ball Of Confusion

The Temptations

People moving out, people moving in

Why? Because of the colour of their skin

Run, run, run

But you sure can't hide

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

Vote for me and I'll set you free

Rap on, brother

Rap on

Well, the only person talking 'bout love thy brothers is the preacher

And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher

Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration

Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation

Ball of confusion, oh

That's what the world is today

Ooh, hey, hey

Sale of crack is at an all-time high

Young folks walkin' 'round with their heads in the sky

The cities aflame in the summer time

And oh, and the beat goes on

Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul

Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon

Politicians say more taxes will solve everything

And the band played on

So, around and around and around we go

Where the world's headed nobody knows

Oh, Great Googamooga

Can't you hear me talking to you?

Just a ball of confusion

That's what the world is today

Ooh, hey, hey

Fear in the air, tension everywhere

Unemployment rising fast, The Temp's new record's a gas

And the only safe place to live

Is on the Indian reservation, yeah

And the band played on

Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors

Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand

Suicide, too many bills, hippies moving to the hills

People all over the world shouting "End the war", yeah

And the band played on

Great Googamooga

Can't you hear me talking to you?

Just a ball of confusion

That's what the world is today

Ooh, hey, hey

Let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you say

Ball of confusion (oh, let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you say)

That's what the world is today

Ooh, hey, hey

Let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you say

Ball of confusion, yeah

That's what the world is today

Ooh, hey, hey

Let me hear you, let me hear you, let me hear you say

Ball of confusion, yeah

Written by: Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Album: Live As It Gets

Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

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[snowangelsoul]

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It ain’t over till it’s over

Lenny Kravitz

Here we are still together. We are one. So much time wasted. Playing games with love

So many tears I've cried. So much pain inside. But baby It ain't over 'til it's over. So many years we've tried. To keep our love alive. But baby it ain't over 'til it's over

How many times. Did we give up. But we always worked things out. And all my doubts and fears. Kept me wondering, yeah. If I'd always, always be in love

So many tears I've cried. So much pain inside. But baby It ain't over 'til it's over. So many years we've tried. And kept our love alive. 'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over

So many tears I've cried. So much pain inside

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Leonard Cohen and his story about janis joplin and the Chelsea Hotel No. 2 🌸

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[eisenkrahe]

They said Cass Elliot died choking on a ham sandwich. That lie spread around the world, and the truth couldn’t catch up for decades.

On July 29, 1974, in London, Cass Elliot—"Mama Cass" to millions—was found dead in a borrowed flat. She was only 32 years old. She had just finished two weeks of sold-out shows at the London Palladium, a career milestone most singers only dream of. A friend found her in bed, looking peaceful. A half-eaten sandwich sat on a nearby nightstand.

By the next morning, the rumor was everywhere. But it wasn't true. The coroner confirmed the cause immediately: heart failure. There was no choking and no food involved. The sandwich was irrelevant, but the story was too "perfect" for a cruel world to let go. It became a punchline that a woman of her size wasn't allowed to escape, even in death. For forty years, late-night comedians made jokes and newspapers repeated the myth without checking. It became "common knowledge" because, apparently, if you are a woman who doesn't fit the mold, the world will find a way to make you the joke.

Before the lie and the tragedy, Ellen Naomi Cohen was a force of nature. Born in Baltimore, she was smart, magnetic, and gifted. By the 1960s, she was the anchor of The Mamas & The Papas. Think of "California Dreamin'." That warm, iconic harmony wraps around you like summer, but Cass’s voice is what holds it together. It was rich, pure, and unmistakable. Musicians knew that when Cass sang, you stopped to listen.

Yet, the industry didn’t know how to handle her. She was brilliant, but she wasn't thin. Executives told her to lose weight to be a star; TV producers worried her appearance would be a "distraction." While male rock stars could be disheveled or overweight and be called "authentic," Cass was constantly scrutinized. She faced fat jokes on talk shows and was expected to laugh along.

Cass did what many women feel forced to do: she tried to "fix" herself. She endured years of crash diets and extreme weight loss cycles. She would lose 50 pounds, then gain it back, caught in a loop because the industry’s hunger for thinness was bottomless. Offstage, she was a dedicated single mother to her daughter, Owen, and a famously generous friend. She was "Mama Cass" because she took care of everyone. But the world still wouldn't let her be great without an asterisk. Even at the height of her solo success with "Dream a Little Dream of Me," reviews prioritized her dress size over her talent.

When her heart finally stopped at 32, the autopsy revealed heart muscle damage (myocardial degeneration). This is often linked to the physical strain of extreme yo-yo dieting and malnutrition—the very "solutions" the world demanded of her. The industry that told her she needed to change is likely what killed her. And when she died, the world turned that tragedy into a joke about a sandwich.

Her daughter, Owen, now 57, has spent her life defending her mother’s memory. She once noted that perhaps if the world had just let her mother be, her heart wouldn't have been under such impossible strain. We are still doing this today—reducing women to their measurements and making thinness a prerequisite for respect. But Cass Elliot’s voice is still here. It’s in the coffee shops, the movies, and the airwaves.

The lie lasted 40 years, but her talent is permanent. Cass Elliot didn’t die because of a sandwich; she died because her heart gave out under the weight of a world that refused to make room for her. Next time you hear her sing, listen to the power in that voice. It’s louder than any lie.

[7thgenscot]

Beauty and sexiness is having the right attitude towards life. Cass was one of the most beautiful women that the world ever got to experience.

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True Grit

Glen Campbell

One day, little girl, the sadness will leave your face

As soon as you've won the fight to get justice done

Someday little girl you'll wonder what life's about

But other's have known few battles are won alone

So, you'll look around to find

Someone who's kind, someone who is fearless like you

The pain of it will ease a bit

When you find a man with true grit

One day you will rise and you won't believe your eyes

You'll wake up and see

A world that is fine and free

Though summer seems far away

You will find the sun one day

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Break It To Me Gently

Juice Newton

Break it to me gently

Let me down the easy way

Make me feel you still love me

If it's just, just for one more day

Break it to me gently

So my tears, my tears won't fall too fast

If you must go then go slowly

Let me love you 'till the last

The love we've shared, oh,so long

It's a teary part of me

If you must take your love away

Take it gradually

And break it to me gently, give me time

Oh, give me a little time to ease the pain

If you must go then go slowly

'Cause I'll never love again

If you must take your love away

Take it gradually

And break it to me gently, give me time

Oh, give me a little time to ease the pain

Love me just a little longer

'Cause I'll never, never love again

'Cause I'll never, no, never love again, ooh

Written by: Joe Seneca, Diane Charlotte Lampert

Album: Quiet Lies Released: 1981 Lyrics provided by Musixmatch

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A World Without Love

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I Wanna Talk About Me

Toby Keith

Yeah, yeah

That's right

We talk about your work, how your boss is a jerk

We talk about your church, and your head when it hurts

We talk about the troubles you been having with your brother

About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover

We talk about your friends, and the places that you've been

We talk about your skin and the devils on your chin

The polish on your toes and the run in your hose

And god knows we're gonna talk about your clothes

You know talking about you makes me smile

But every once in a while

I wanna talk about me, wanna talk about i

Wanna talk about number one, oh my, me my

What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see

I like talking about you, you, you, you usually

But occasionally, I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me)

We talk about your dreams, and we talk about your schemes

Your high school team and your moisturizing cream

We talk about your nanny up in Muncie, Indiana

We talk about your grandma down in Alabama

We talk about your guys of every shape and size

The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize

We talk about your heart, 'bout your brain and your smarts

And your medical charts and when you start

You know talking about you makes me grin

But every now and then

I wanna talk about me, wanna talk about i

Wanna talk about number one, oh my, me my

What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see

I like talking about you, you, you, you usually

But occasionally, I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me, me)

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you

I wanna talk about me

I wanna talk about me, wanna talk about i

Wanna talk about number one, oh my, me my

What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see

I like talking about you, you, you, you usually

But occasionally, I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me)

I wanna talk about me (me, me, me, me)

Oh, me (me, me, me, me)