My Favorite Barbarella

No contest. Ferrante and Teicher all the way. That opening is supreme gigantic glamor.

Tinkley and bubbling. It’s OK to dance, go ahead and move a little. Let yourself go….

 

She fell in love with an angel but it didn’t work out.

Always Three Piece Down – High Steppin’, Hip Dressin’ Fella – Love Unlimited

High stepper, clean dresser
High stepper, clean dresser

High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together
High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together

High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together
High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together

There’s a guy in the neighborhood
And, oh Lord, if I could
I’d wrap him up and take him home

His machine is always clean
Whenever he’s on the scene
And there’s always a crowd around

Girls watch him like a hawk
Ah-watchin’ his body talk
Oh Lord, they love for him to get down, ooh

Oh, if I could find a way to tell him
I’m what he really needs
Oh, but they say you’re not a lady

If you feel that you

really need someone who

that makes you feel like, ooh
I don’t know what I shall I do?

He’s a high steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together
High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You got it together

He’s always so polite
And never seems uptight
He’s the kind of a man a woman wants around

Hair cut close and neat
Decked down to his feet
And he’s always 3-piece down

I’ve got to find a way to tell him
I’m really all he needs
They say you’ve got to be a lady

You’ve got to play along
You can’t come on strong
I don’t care if it’s wrong
I just want to get it on! (with a)

High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You really got it together
High steppin’, hip dressin’ fella
You really got it together

High stepper

Clean dresser

Somos Novios – The Three Degrees

I’m dead. This Latin drama (coming first from Mexico and here by way of Philadelphia) vibrating through the angelic trinity known to us as, “The Three Degrees” equates, for me, a lethal overdose of a soul sonic sound drug. (But, “It’s Impossible,” you say. Correct. Yes it is to most…but for a moment, in a recordng studio in 1975, on an album titled, “International” that would soon be released by Philadelphia International Records, it was a new hybrid sound we’ll call simply, Spanish Philly Soul.)  There’s just no other way to put it… and no video. You’ll have to see it in your own minds, my readers.

Now, listen. Listen at your own risk but rest assured because it’s merely a temporary death. You’ll be back to life, listening to Sia and The Weekend in about four minutes.

We’re Lovers

we’re lovers
as we both feel a mutual & profound love
and with that, we have already won the biggest prize (prize not included in text, however, in English, cannot simply say biggest)
of this world
we make love (love each other), we kiss
as lovers
we desire each other & sometimes even without a reason
& without cause, we fight (get angry)
we’re lovers
we nurture an innocent and pure love
as everyone does
we wait for night time (lit.: we seek for the darkest moment, but in English we don’t express it this way)
to talk to each other
to give each other the sweetest kiss
to remember the colour of the cherries
without words, we’re lovers

The Three Degrees – Starlight

Well, for openers…this song sends me right off the launching pad into some kind of third degree heaven. “You’re my never ending breath of mystic light?” Lyrics, people. I know the hair is major and the styles are so right on, but get into the words if you can.

Bling Blong. Bling Blong. (Airport Attention Tone) – This blog is issuing a Choreography Check for the following performance video. Bling Blong. Choreography Check, please.

 

NEWS FLASH – There never was a pot of gold. I’m pulverised.