The Searchers: Needles & Pins

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The prompt for this week at Song Lyrics Sunday is “search.” This is the song that came to mind first.

 

The Searchers version (1964)
“Needles and Pins”

The Searchers heard British performer Cliff Bennett perform “Needles and Pins” at a club in Hamburg, Germany[citation needed], and instantly wanted it to be their next single. The Pye Records single was released in January 1964.[7] It was number one in the United Kingdom,[7] Ireland and South Africa and peaked at number 13 on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart in the United States. Soon after, in April 1964, “Needles and Pins” appeared on the Searchers’ next album, It’s the Searchers.
Audible during the Searchers’ recording of “Needles and Pins” is a faulty bass drum pedal, which squeaks throughout the song. It is particularly noticeable during the opening of the number.
Part of The Searchers’ version can be heard as the intro of the song “Use the Man” from Megadeth’s Cryptic Writings album, although it does not appear on the remastered version.
A German version sung by The Searchers is called Tausend Nadelstiche. (Wikipedia.org)

NEEDLES AND PINS

(Jack Nitzsche / Sonny Bono)

I saw her today, I saw her face
It was the face I loved and I knew
I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray
That they’d go away

But still they begin
Needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears I gotta hide

Hey, I thought I was smart, I wanted her
Didn’t think I’d do, but now I see
She’s worse to him than me
Let her go ahead, take his love instead
And one day she will see

Just how to say please
And get down on her knees
Yeah, that’s how it begins
She’ll feel those needles and pins
a-hurtin her, a-hurtin her

Why can’t I stop and tell myself I’m wrong, I’m wrong, so wrong
Why can’t I stand up and tell myself I’m strong

Because I saw her today, I saw her face
It was the face I loved and I knew
I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray
That they’d go away

But still they begin
Needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears I gotta hide
Ah, needles and pins
Needles and pins
Needles and pins

Here’s the video:

 

New Kids

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Today’s writing prompts for the 3TC over at The Haunted Wordsmith blog, are stupid, death, and humor.

George sat sprawled on the sofa with a can of whipped cream in his hand, flipping through the TV channels. Every so often he’d give the can a shake and squirt his mouth full of fluffy white goodness.

“George!” Mom hollered from the kitchen. “Are you wastin’ the whip cream again? How many times do I gotta tell ya? That shit don’t grow on trees!”

“I’m not wastin’ it, Mom; I’m eatin’ it.”

“Turn that damn TV off and bring me the whip cream.”

George roused himself from the sofa and wandered into the kitchen.

“Here ya go.” George handed the empty can to his Mom.

“Aw, come on!” Mom complained. “That’s the third can this week!”

George looked sheepish and shrugged his skinny shoulders.

“Go!” Mom hollered. “Go outside. Get some fresh air; do something! Play in the street — I don’t care. Just go!

George flung the screen door open and let it bang shut.

Some people got no sense of humor.

He waited for his mother to yell at him about the door, but she didn’t.

George wandered around the neighborhood, looking for something to do. It was boring in the suburbs! The place was dead. Nothin’ ever goes on! George wished they still lived in the city. There was always something to do, plus, all his friends were there. Out here in the stupid suburbs, he had no friends.

George walked along lamenting his plight, when suddenly a boy around his age appeared right smack in front of George.

“Hey kid, you’re new here,” said the much larger boy.

“Yeah, so?” George put his hands on his hips, trying to look tough, even though the boy’s sudden appearance scared him nearly to death.

“So I run this ‘hood.”

’Hood?” George laughed. “You call this a ‘hood?

“Whaddaya laughin’ at? The kid took a menacing step toward George.

“Lemme explain somethin’,” George said. “I used to live in the city up until about two weeks ago. An’ I can tell ya that this ain’t no ‘hood.”

Where in the city?” The kid eased-up on the tough-guy act.

“The Heights.”

“Ah, you’ve seen some action, then.” The kid looked at George, sizing him up.

“Yeah, I guess,” George replied casually.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“George. And you?”

“Most people call me Lardo ‘cause I’m fat, but my real is Marvin.”

“So whaddaya want me to call ya?”

“One’s just as bad as the other. Lardo, I guess.”

“Okay, Lardo.”

“Hey, you wanna come over my house?”

“Nobody’s home so nobody can yell at us. Maybe you can tell me about life in the city.”

“Sure,” George replied. “Got any whip cream?”

 

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