Has anyone ever made out to...

People above the age of 40 who have sex more often than once a month, and for any longer than half the length of a Barry White song, will break out in suppurating pustules.

In the olden times, Jackie Gleason (the comedian) made a number of records that were really romantic, very schmaltzy. Mr. P & I used to call them H.O. music (use your imagination!)

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Seems to me if you can recall the music you were making out to back
when Mr. White was in his heyday, then your priorities were askew.

Only?...

I enjoy making out to Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks," Metallica's "Enter Sandman" or if I'm really in a sexy mood, Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in The Name."

Do those count?

speak for yourself Fido.....

Irony once inspired me to buy Arista: A Decade of Hits 1975-1985 for one dollar at a thrift store. This piece of **** tape featured such songs as Mandy, I Write the Songs, All By Myself, Don't Cry Out Loud, etc. etc.

The last track was Making Love Out of Nothing At All. It was raining when the song came on and my girlfriend at the time pulled into the driveway. We thought it would be funny to make out to Air Supply in the car in the rain. We only managed to kiss for two seconds before overcome with laughter.

I mean look how terrible this song is. My favorite line is, "I can make all the stadiums rock." To which I answer, "No, Air Supply. No you can't."


I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers;
And I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it,
And I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth,
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove;
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading,
And I know that times gonna fly;
And Im never gonna tell you everything
Ive got to tell you,
But I know Ive got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches,
And I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules
And then I know how to break em
And I always know the name of the game.

But I dont know how to leave you,
And Ill never let you fall;
And I dont know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all.

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And every star in the sky is taking aim
At your eyes like a spotlight,
The beating of my heart is a drum, and its lost
And its looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
Ive got to follow it, cause everything I know, well its nothing till I give it to you.

I can make the run or stumble,
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever,
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And I can make all your demons be gone.

But Im never gonna make it without you,
Do you really want to see me crawl?
And Im never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.

(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)

Oh ****, Gargamel, you just reminded me of one of one of the all-time cheeseball make-out moments of my life.

Survivor. The Search is Over. Yes, you may have forgotten this hit, which came on the heels of their smash song from the soundtrack of Rocky III, "Eye of The Tiger", but it was a pretty big hit, and it was sooooo sappy.

Me and my girlfriend were in my car, it was raining, and I think we were in the parking lot of a movie theater, waiting for the rain to let up before going in to see a movie.

That song was playing on the radio, and we were kissing a little bit and whispering little goofy things to each other, and...this is the really embarrassing part...okay, what the hell...I was actually looking into her eyes and singing it to her.

In my defense, she requested that I sing it to her. But still, holy **** that's bad.

Here's the chorus, so you can get a little bit of a feel for the stupid vapid lyrics:

"I was living for a dream,
Loving for a moment
Taking on the world,
That was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever,
The search is over
You were with me all the while"

I remember that song.

You're like my new hero.

I once fingered a girl named Martha during a Mass at Holy Cross High School while some latin **** was being sung.... does that count?

I like to make out to Otis Redding.

Yeah but people are supposed to make out to Otis Redding.

I makez out to 2 Live Crew. Eassside.

Here goes my way-back machine memories:

First music I recall makeout sessions to was to Righteous Brothers.
next was Johnny Mathis
then...Beatles
Dave Clark 5
Beach Boys
Jerry and the Pacemakers

When it got to disco and Barry White I just didn't take it too seriously...so laughter got in the way.

Year Of The Cat

On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
Like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
In the year of the cat.

She doesn't give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow 'till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There's a hidden door she leads you to
These days, she says, I feel my life
Just like a river running through
The year of the cat

She looks at you so coolly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat.

Well morning comes and you're still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket
So you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
In the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
BUt for now you're going to stay
In the year of the cat.


~~~~


and then there was


On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!




patchoulli

pink champagne on ice

I think I would lose my erection if I heard the Eagles mid-hump.

how about some Aqualung?

the other early options get worse worse worse

There was an actual Afternoon Delight episode - with Afternoon Delight playing on the 8-track

See I don't think I could ever make out to anything that I know really well or has a really catchy tune, I'd just start singing along.

"I shot the sheriff"