New Wave - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick Sounds of the 70s 2

# Hit me, hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me, hit me

# Hit me!

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me, hit me, hit me! #

Last week on Right On, there was a letter from a young Scottish viewer,

by the name of Fiona, who was complaining about the lack of

holiday programmes for viewers in Scotland.

Well, I've been asked by the BBC children's department

to point out that that really wasn't very fair criticism.

# I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial

# Doing anything my radio advised

# With every one of those late night stations playing songs

# Bringing tears to my eyes

# I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver

# When the switch broke cos it's old

# They're saying things that I can hardly believe

# They really think we're getting out of control

# Radio is a sound salvation

# Radio is cleaning up the nation

# Listen, listen, listen, listen

# They say you'd better listen to the voice of reason

# Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

# But they don't give you any choice cos they think that it's treason

# Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

# So you had better do as you are told

# You'd better listen to the radio

# I wanna bite the hand that feeds me

# I wanna bite that hand so badly

# I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me

# Some of my friends sit around every evening

# And they worry about the times ahead

# But everybody is else is overwhelmed by indifference

# And the promise of an early bed

# You either shut up or get cut out

# They don't wanna hear about it

# It's only inches on the reel-to-reel

# And the radio is in the hands of lots of silly men

# Trying to anaesthetise the way that you feel

# Radio is a sound salvation

# Radio is cleaning up the nation

# Listen, listen, listen, listen

# They say you'd better listen to the voice of reason

# Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

# But they don't give you any choice cos they think that it's treason

# Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

# So you had better do as you are told

# You better listen to the radio

# Wonderful radio

# Marvellous radio

# Wonderful radio

# Radio, radio

# Radio, radio

# Radio, radio. #

Where there is discord, may we bring harmony.

Where there is error, may we bring truth.

Where there is doubt, may we bring faith.

And where there is despair, may we bring hope.

# Oh

# Hey

# I said, oh

# Roxanne

# You don't have to put on the red light

# Those days are over

# You don't have to sell your body to the night

# Roxanne

# You don't have to wear that dress tonight

# Walk the streets for money

# You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

# Roxanne

# You don't have to put on the red light

# Roxanne

# You don't have to put on the red light

# I loved you since I knew you

# I wouldn't talk down to you

# Told you once I won't tell you again

# I won't share you with another man

# You know my mind is made up

# So put away your make-up, yeah

# I told you once I won't tell you again

# I won't share you with another boy

# Roxanne

# You don't have to put on the red light

# Roxanne

# You don't have to put on the red light, come on

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Roxanne

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Put on the red light

# Roxanne, here we go

# Roxanne, oh!

# Yeah!

# Roxanne, Roxanne. #

Debbie Harry of the pop group Blondie,

arrives for an autograph session at a record store -

one of the promotional gimmicks

of an industry that grossed nearly £300m last year

out of the record-buying public, the punters.

Over the past two years, groups have emerged to challenge

attitudes to music making and record selling.

How has the new wave coped with a multi-million pound industry?

All right, you monkeys, this next one's called (I'm Always Touched By Your) Presence, Dear.

# Was it destiny?

# I don't know yet

# Was it just by chance? Could this be kismet?

# Something in my consciousness

# Told me you'd appear

# Now I'm always touched by your presence, dear

# When we play at cards you use an extra sense... #

It's really not cheating, you know.

# You can read my head I've got no defence

# When you sent your messages

# Whispered loud and clear

# I am always touched by your presence, dear

# Floating past the evidence of possibility

# We could navigate together

# Psychic frequencies

# Coming into contact with outer entities

# We could entertain each one with our theosophies

# I stay awake at night and count your REMs

# When you're talking with your super friends

# Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere

# I'm still in touch with your presence, dear

# Dear

# I'm still in touch with your presence, dear

# Dear

# I'm still in touch with your presence, dear

# Dear, dear, dear

# Dear. #

If you have to ask what a rhythm stick is...

..then, er, it may be possible that you will never know the answer.

Ha-ha-ha.

# In the deserts of Sudan

# And the gardens of Japan

# From Milan to Yucatan

# Every woman, every man

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Hit me, hit me

# Je t'adore, ich liebe dich

# Hit me, hit me, hit me

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Hit me slowly, hit me quick

# Hit me, hit me

# Hit...me

# In the wilds of Borneo

# And the vineyards of Bordeaux

# Eskimo, Arapaho

# Move their body to and fro

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Hit me, hit me

# Das ist gut, c'est fantastique

# Hit me, hit me, hit me

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# It's nice to be a lunatic

# Hit me, hit me, hit me

# Hit me, hit me, hit...me

# In the dock of Tiger Bay

# On the road to Mandalay

# From Bombay to Santa Fe

# O'er the hills and far away

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Hit me, hit me

# C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?

# Hit me, hit me, hit me

# Hit me with your rhythm stick

# Two fat persons click, click, click

# Hit me, hit me, hit...me

# Hit me, hit me, hit...me

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me, ow!

# Hit me

# Hit me

# Hit me, hit me, hit me. #

# I never thought it would happen With me and a girl from Clapham

# Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten

# When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions

# I said, "You are a lady"

# "Perhaps" she said, "I may be"

# We moved into a basement With thoughts of our engagement

# We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly

# We spent our time just kissing The Railway Arms we're missing

# But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up

# I got a job with Stanley He said I'd come in handy

# And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday

# I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers

# She said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her

# I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter

# I put away a tenner Each week to make her better

# And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly

# Late evenings by the fire And little kicks inside her

# This morning at 4.50 I took her rather nifty

# Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later

# She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker

# She looked just like her mother If there could be another

# And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier

# She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging

# The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie

# No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling

# Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing

# I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging is not my business

# And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her

# And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction. #

Within an hour of the walkout on December 18th,

YTV programmes came off the air.

Since then, any of the 5.5 million people in Yorkshire, Humberside

and Lincolnshire wanting to see ITV have simply found an apology card.

# Well, she was an American girl

# Raised on promises

# She couldn't help thinking that there

# Was a little more to life somewhere else

# After all it was a great big world

# With lots of places to run to

# And if she had to die tryin' she

# Had one little promise she was gonna keep

# Oh, yeah

# All right

# Take it easy, baby

# Make it last all night

# She was an American girl

# Well, it was kind of cold that night

# She stood alone on her balcony

# Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by

# Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach

# And for one desperate moment

# He crept back in her memory

# God, it's so painful when something that's so close

# Is still so far out of reach

# Oh, yeah

# All right

# Take it easy, baby

# Make it last all night

# She was an American girl

# Oh

# Yeah

# Yeah. #

Mary Johnson...

Trying to put that young girl's eye out, were you?

Were you born stupid?

-Diana Knowles...

-I see.

It's something you've developed yourself, is it?

Don't let me ever catch you doing that again, understand?

# Take me now, baby, here as I am

# Pull me close Try and understand

# Desire's hunger is the fire I breathe

# Love is a banquet on which we feed

# Come on now, try and understand

# The way I feel when I'm in your hands

# Take my hand, come undercover

# They can't hurt you now

# Can't hurt you now Can't hurt you now

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night belongs to love

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night belongs to love

# Have I doubt when I'm alone

# Love is a ring, the telephone

# Love is an angel disguised as lust

# Here in my bed until the morning comes, pop

# Come on now, try and understand

# The way I feel when I'm in your hands

# Take my hand as the sun descends

# They can't touch you now

# Can't touch you now can't touch you now

# Because the night

# Lovers

# Because the night belongs to love

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night belongs to love

# With love we sleep

# With doubt the vicious circle burns and turns

# Without you I cannot live, forgive

# The yearning burning I believe it's time

# To heal, reveal

# Touch me now, touch me now touch me now

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night belongs to love

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night

# We believe in the night for lovers

# If we believe in the night we trust

# Because the night belongs to lovers

# Because the night belongs to love. #

When the top negotiators from unions and management met,

more than 100 shop stewards demonstrated.

They were demanding the bonus the company say hasn't been earned

by creative productivity.

Banners say, "No money, no cars."

# You're always dancing down the street

# With your suede blue eyes

# Every new boy that you meet

# Doesn't know the real surprise

# Here she comes again

# She's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# Yeah, I think you'll flip

# Here she comes again

# When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# I kinda like the way I like the way she dips

# She's my best friend's girl

# She's my best friend's girl

# She used to be mine

# You've got your nuclear boots

# And your drip-dry glove

# When you bite your lip

# It's some reaction to love-o-ove-o-ove, oh

# Here she comes again

# She's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# Yeah, I think you'll flip

# Here she comes again

# And she's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# I kinda like the way I like the way she dips

# She's my best friend's girl

# She's my best friend's girl

# But she used to be mine

# Dancing down the street with your suede blue eyes

# Every new boy that you meet

# Doesn't know the real surprise

# Here she comes again

# She's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# Yeah, I think you'll flip

# Here she comes again

# And she's dancing 'neath the starry sky

# I kinda like the way I like the way she dips

# She's my best friend's girl

# She's my best friend's girl

# But she used to be mine

# And so...fine

# All right, now

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Yeah

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Used to be mine

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Yeah, yeah

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Used to be mine

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Yeah, yeah, yeah

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Used to be mine

# My best friend's girlfriend

# Oh, no

# My best friend's girlfriend

# All right now. #

I've had dogs all my life

and I've always found that they're just as fond of a bit of comfort

and a bit of good grub as I am.

Come on now!

Forever a dog!

# I'm so messed up, I want you here

# In my room, I want you here

# Now we're gonna be face to face

# And I'll lay right down in my favourite place

# Now I wanna be your dog

# Now I wanna be your dog

# Now I wanna be your dog

# Well, come on. #

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