Song Lyric Sunday: Come On

This  weeks   Song Lyric  Sunday , inspired  by Helen Espinosa  at  This thing  called  life one word at a  time    is  Come on  by  The Rolling Stones.
Pingback rules there also.

This  was  the very first  record I bought  with my own money. ( and I do  mean record  it was a 45″ vinyl ) in June  1963. I was  about  10yrs  old  and  I had  saved  up  for  months. I  think, no  I  am sure it  was  6 shillings and 9pennies  in old  money which is circa  34pence in today’s  money .

The  shop I  bought  it  from was an old  corner shop halfway between  my  home and my  school…… well it  was if  you took a slight detour!  I went in every  day  to see if  he had  the record  in for a fortnight  and  then when it was in  I went in three days  running  to make sure he was saving me a copy because I  could not  buy it until I had  that week’s pocket  money. He  must  of  got really  fed up  with me.

Anyway  when I  did  finally  g0t  my  hands  on my copy  of  Come On  I  rushed  home  to play it  on  our old Dansette  record player  ( well my  sister’s  and brother’s  had  been using it  to  death  before  me). I played it  and played  it  on repeat   until Mum  and  Dad   asked  me to  STOP!

So  here it is  my  first  ever record purchase Come On by  The Rolling  Stone’s , written  by Chuck Berry.

 

“Come On”
(originally by Chuck Berry)

Everything is wrong since me and my baby parted
All day long I’m walkin’ ’cause I couldn’t get my car started
Laid off from my job and I can’t afford to check it
I wish somebody’d come along and run into it and wreck itCome on, since me and my baby parted
Come on, I can’t get started
Come on, I can’t afford to check
I wish somebody’d come along and run into it and wreck it

Everything is wrong since I’ve been without you
Ev’ry night I lay awake thinkin’ about you
Ev’ry time the phone rings it sounds like thunder
Some stupid guy try’n’ to reach another number

Come on, since I’ve been without you
Come on, always thinkin’ about you
Come on, phone sounds like thunder
Some stupid guy try’n’ to reach another number

Everything is wrong since I last saw you, baby
I really wanna see you and I don’t mean maybe
I’m doin’ ev’rything try’n’ to make you see
That I belong to you, hon, and you belong to me

Come on, I wanna see you, baby
Come on, I don’t mean maybe
Come on, I’m try’n’ to make you see
That I belong to you and you belong to me

Come on, I gotta see you, baby
Come on, I don’t mean maybe
Come on, I’ve gotta make you see
That I belong to you and you belong to me

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

4 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday: Come On”

  1. Those were different times! I grew up in the eighties for the most part but even then things were so different. Now the kids can just download songs. No waiting. These kind of memories are so special. Thanks for sharing, Willow.

    I’ve never been a huge Rolling Stones fan… (Runs and hides from all the people booing) But I listened and it was fun and catchy. I can see why you waited and saved. 🙂

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