A playlist for the Ten Commandments – Pt. 4

Last week’s collaborative playlist for “Do not steal” is another cracker, and besides the almost obligatory track by Jane’s Addiction, features the first appearance in this series of a song from a musical. You can listen to the playlist here: 8: do not steal. Kara Chesnutt scores a copy of TEN for submitting “Hunger Strike” by Temple of the Dog, which features the ’90s grunge vocal talents of Chris Cornell & Eddie Vedder, and gets to the wider view of the Eighth Word: It’s not enough just not to steal – we are called not to withhold what we have from someone in need.

This week we get to the Word for which the playlist could potentially be endless: “Do not commit adultery.” When I was growing up, my parents were pub entertainers: mum played the piano while dad crooned away. One of his standards was “Your cheating heart,” being a pretty huge fan of Tammy Wynette, so right there we could have half the playlist (think,”Stand By Your Man”, “D-I-V-O-R-C-E”…).

For the book, I chose this lyric by Del Amitri, from the song, “Be My Downfall”:

“And twenty miles away she waits alone for me, but when I try to picture her, you’re the one I see. And in another situation I could put up a fight, but you will be my downfall tonight.”

As always with the Ten Words, “do not commit adultery” is just the starting place for what the Word is getting at. In the chapter on the Seventh Word I quote from Joan Chittister’s reflection:

“‘You shall not commit adultery’ is the word that calls us to truly care about the people we say we love. Not to use them. Not to exploit them. Not to ignore them. Not to patronize them. Not to manipulate them for the sake of your own satisfaction.” To love your neighbour – in this case your spouse – as yourself.

So – what songs come to mind for this Word? Leave the lyric, song title and artist in the comments below, and let’s see what kind of playlist we can come up with this week!

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12 Responses to A playlist for the Ten Commandments – Pt. 4

  1. Kara Chesnutt says:

    Shattered Glass by Britney Spears
    Mr. Brightside by The Killers
    …my hubby wanted me to include The Rain by Orange Juice Jones (the video is classic 80s-quite fun to watch now)
    And… What You Leave Behind by Sarah Kelly:

    You don’t know what you’re holding
    ‘Til it’s taken
    You don’t know what you’re made of
    ‘Til you’re breaking
    And you don’t know the fate of one mistake
    ‘Til you realize, what you leave behind
    You realize, what you leave behind

  2. Jen Jermon says:

    Not Gon Cry by Mary J Blige

    http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Xxk4e59M8og

  3. adurbs23 says:

    I think 9 Crimes by Damien Rice, “It’s the wrong time to be cheating with you…” or Wedding Dress by Derek Webb, “I am a whore I do confess, I put you on just like a wedding dress and I run down the aisle…” A little double meaning but both appropriate.

  4. simon clark says:

    Kenny Rogers “You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucille”
    The Eagles “Lying Eyes”.

  5. Peter says:

    Two songs both from A Little Night Music by Stephen Sondheim 🙂

    Two women sing of their love for their husbands even though their men have other lovers and their adultery is slowly killing the relationship.
    Every Day a Little Death – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKqw7VK9CYE

    CHARLOTTE:
    Every day a little death
    In the parlor, in the bed
    In the curtians, in the silver
    In the buttons, in the bread
    Every day a little sting
    In the heart and in the head
    Every move and every breath
    And you hardly feel a thing
    Brings a perfect little death

    He smiles sweetly
    Strokes my hair
    Says he misses me
    I would murder him right there
    But first I die
    He talks softly of his wars
    And his horses
    And his whores
    I think loves a dirty buissness

    ANNE:
    So do I
    So do I

    CHARLOTTE:
    I’m before him on my knees
    And he kisses me
    He assumes I’ll loose my reason
    And I do
    Men are stupid
    Men are vain
    Love’s disgusting
    Love’s insane
    A humiliating business

    ANNE:
    Oh how true

    CHARLOTTE
    Ah well
    Everyday a little death

    ANNE:
    Every day a little death

    CHARLOTTE:
    In the parlor, in the bed

    ANNE:
    In the looks and in the acts

    CHARLOTTE:
    In the curtains, in the silver
    In the buttons, in the bread

    ANNE:
    In the murmurs, in the gestures
    In the pauses, in the sighs

    CHARLOTTE:
    Every day a little sting

    ANNE:
    Every day a little dies

    CHARLOTTE:
    In the heart and in the head

    ANNE:
    In the looks and in the lies

    CHARLOTTE&ANNE:
    Every move and every breath
    And you hardly feel a thing
    Brings a perfect little…
    Death

    In an alternative view the family maid sings about how she plans to sleep her way to the top.

    I Shall Marry the Miller’s Son – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouB_SMP0ziA

    PETRA:
    I shall marry the miller’s son,
    Pin my hat on a nice piece of property.
    Friday nights, for a bit of fun,
    We’ll go dancing.
    Meanwhile…

    It’s a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grass
    And I’ll trip the light fandango,
    A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.
    It’s a very short road
    From the pinch and the punch
    To the paunch and the pouch
    And the pension.
    It’s a very short road
    To the ten thousandth lunch
    And the belch and the grouch
    And the sigh.
    In the meanwhile,
    There are mouths to be kissed
    Before mouths to be fed,
    And a lot in between
    In the meanwhile.
    And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.

    Or I shall marry the businessman,
    Five fat babies and lots of security.
    Friday nights, if we think we can,
    We’ll go dancing.
    Meanwhile…

    It’s a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheets
    And I’ll foot the highland fancy,
    A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye.
    It’s a very short fetch
    From the push and the whoop
    To the squint and the stoop
    And the mumble.
    It’s not much of a stretch
    To the cribs and the croup
    And the bosoms that droop
    And go dry.
    In the meanwhile,
    There are mouths to be kissed
    Before mouths to be fed,
    And there’s many a tryst
    And there’s many a bed
    To be sampled and seen
    In the meanwhile.
    And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.

    Or I shall marry the Prince of Wales,
    Pearls and servants and dressing for festivals.
    Friday nights, with him all in tails,
    We’ll have dancing.
    Meanwhile…

    It’s a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
    And I’ll pitch the quick fantastic,
    With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
    It’s a very short way
    From the fling that’s for fun
    To the thigh pressing un-
    Der the table.
    It’s a very short day
    Till you’re stuck with just one
    Or it has to be done
    On the sly.
    In the meanwhile,
    There are mouths to be kissed
    Before mouths to be fed,
    And there’s many a tryst
    And there’s many a bed,
    There’s a lot I’ll have missed
    But I’ll not have been dead
    When I die!
    And a person should celebrate everything
    Passing by.

    And I shall marry the miller’s son…

  6. Bill says:

    So many to choose from…

    I’ll suggest something humorous: the old folk song “Three Nights Drunk.” Various versions have been recorded by lots of people (most famously perhaps by the Dubliners as “Seven Drunken Nights”). My favorite version is by J.E. Mainer. The lyrics are conversations between a drunken man and his wife.

    The first night that I come home
    So drunk I could not see
    I found a horse in my stable
    Where my horse oughta be.

    “Come here my little wifey
    Explain this thing to me
    How come a horse in the stable
    Where my horse oughta be?”

    “You blind fool, you crazy fool
    Can’t you never see?
    It’s only a milkcow
    Your granny sent to me.”

    I’ve traveled this world over
    Ten thousand miles or more
    But a saddle upon a milkcow’s back
    I never did see before.

    The second night that I come home
    So drunk I could not see
    Found a coat a-hanging on the rack
    Where my coat oughta be

    “Come here my little wifey
    Explain this thing to me
    How come a coat a hanging a hanging on the rack
    Where my coat oughta be?”

    “You blind fool, you crazy fool
    Can’t you never see?
    It’s only a bedquilt
    Your granny sent to me.”

    I’ve traveled this world over
    Ten thousand miles or more
    Pockets upon a bedquilt
    I never did see before

    The third night that I come home
    So drunk I could not see
    Found a head a-laying on the pillow
    Where my head oughta be.

    “Come here my little wifey
    Explain this thing to me
    How come a head a-laying on the pillow
    Where my head oughta be?”

    “You blind fool, you crazy fool
    Can’t you never see?
    It’s only a cabbage head
    Your granny sent to me.”

    I’ve traveled this world over
    Ten thousand miles or more
    But a moustache on a cabbage head
    I never did see before.

  7. Kara Chesnutt says:

    ok so I know I posted already…and I’ve already won…but this is SO fun!!
    My favorite band Anberlin and their song Feel Good Drag:

    “Feel Good Drag”

    “I’m here for you” she said
    And we can stay for a while,
    My boyfriend’s gone,
    We can just pretend.
    Lips that need no introduction
    Now who’s the greater sin,
    Your drab eyes seem to invite
    (Tell me darling) Where do we begin.

    Was this over before
    Before it ever began
    Your kiss
    Your calls
    Your crutch
    Like the devil’s got your hand
    This was over before
    Before it ever began
    Your lips
    Your lies
    Your lust
    Like the devil’s in your hands

    Everyone in this town
    Is seeing somebody else
    Everybody’s tired of someone
    Our eyes wander for help
    Prayers that need no answer now
    ‘Cause I’m tired of who I am
    You were my greatest mistake
    I fell in love with your sin
    Your littlest sin

    Was this over before
    Before it ever began
    Your kiss
    Your calls
    Your crutch
    Like the devil’s got your hand
    This was over before
    Before it ever began
    Your lips
    Your lies
    Your lust
    Like the devil’s in your hands

    Failure is your disease
    You want my outline drawn
    You were my greatest failure
    Discourse your saving song

    Was this over before
    Before it ever began
    Your kiss
    Your calls
    Your crutch
    Like the devil’s got your hand
    This was over before
    Before it ever began
    Your lips
    Your lies
    Your lust
    Like the devil’s in your hands

  8. Alan says:

    Cecelia by Simon and Garfunkel:

    “Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
    Up in my bedroom,
    I got up to wash my face
    When I come back to bed,
    Someone’s taken my place.
    Celia, you’re breaking my heart,
    You’re shaking my confidence daily.
    Oh Cecilia, I’m down on my knees,
    I’m begging you please to come home.”

  9. Carol Cooper says:

    Meatloaf’s “I Would Do Anything for Love”
    And I would do anything for love
    I’d run right into hell and back
    I would do anything for love
    I’d never lie to you and that’s a fact
    But I’ll never forget the way you feel right now,
    Oh no, no way
    And I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

    Anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love
    I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

    Some days it don’t come easy
    Some days it don’t come hard
    Some days it don’t come at all, and these are the days that never end
    Some nights you’re breathing fire
    Some nights you’re carved in ice
    Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before or will again

    Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s crazy and it’s true
    I know you can save me, no-one else can save me now but you

    As long as the planets are turning
    As long as the stars are burning
    As long dreams are coming true
    You’d better believe it, that I would do

    Anything for love
    And I’l be there until the final act
    I would do anything for love, and I’ll take a vow and seal a pact
    But I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t go all the way, tonight
    I would do anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that

    Some days I pray for silence
    Some days I pray for soul
    Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock ‘n’ roll
    Some nights I lose the feeling
    Some nights I lose control
    Some nights I just lose it all when I watch you dance and the thunder rolls

    Maybe I’m lonely, that’s all I’m qualified to be
    That’s just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep

    As long as the wheels are turning
    As long as the fires are burning
    As long as your prayers are coming true
    You’d better believe it, that I would do

    Anything for love
    And you know it’s true and that’s a fact
    I would do anything for love, and there’ll never be no turning back
    But I’ll never do it better than I do it with you. So long, so long
    I would do anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that
    No, no, no, I won’t do…

    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do that
    I would do anything for love
    Anything you’ve been dreaming of, but I just won’t do…

    But I’ll never stop dreaming of you ev’ry night of my life, no way
    I would do anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love
    I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

    [Girl:]
    Will you raise me up? will you help me down?
    Will you get me right out of this godforsaken town?
    Will you make it all a little less cold?

    [Boy:]
    I can do that
    I can do that

    [Girl:]
    Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight?
    Can you colourise my life, I’m so sick of black and white?
    Can you make it all a little less old?

    [Boy:]
    I can do that
    Oh no, I can do that

    [Girl:]
    Will you make me some magic with your own two hands?
    Will you build and emerald city with these grains of sand?
    Can you give me something I can take home?

    [Boy:]
    I can do that
    I can do that

    [Girl:]
    Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
    Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot?
    Will you take me places I’ve never known?

    [Boy:]
    I can do that
    Oh no, I can do that

    [Girl:]
    After a while you’ll forget everything
    It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night’s fling
    And you’ll see that it’s time to move on

    [Boy:]
    I won’t do that
    I won’t do that

    [Girl:]
    I know the territory, I’ve been around
    It’ll all turn to dust and we’ll all fall down
    Sooner or later you’ll be screwing around

    [Boy:]
    I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

    Anything for love
    Oh, I would do anything for love
    I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that
    No, I won’t do that

  10. Tracy Norton says:

    Piña Colada Song by Rupert Holmes. Infidelity as screwball comedy. Both spouses looking for someone else but neither seems especially upset to find out the other is also. Always thought it funny that his response was, “aw, it’s you.” And hers was, “I never knew you liked piña coladas and getting caught in the rain.”

  11. rnforbes says:

    Bill Withers
    “Who Is He (And What Is He To You)”

    A man we passed just tried to stare me down
    And when I looked at you
    You looked at the ground

    I don’t know who he is
    But I think that you do
    Dadgummit
    Who is he, and what is he to you?

    Ahh
    Something in my heart and in your eye
    Tells me he’s not someone just passing by
    Ahh
    And when you cleared your throat
    Was that your cue?
    Dadgummit
    Who is he, and what is he to you?

    Ahh now
    When I add the sum of you and me
    I get confused when I keep coming up with 3
    You’re too much for one man
    But not enough for two
    Dadgummit
    Who is he and what is he to you?

    Well
    You tell me men don’t have much intuition
    Is that what you really thinkin girl
    Or are you wishing?
    Before you wreck your old home
    And searcht another new

    Dadgummit
    Who is he, and what is he to you?
    [x4]

  12. Bill says:

    I can’t resist putting another classic into the mix: “Long Black Veil.”
    It’s been recorded by lots of artists. My favorite version is by the Chieftans (with Mick Jagger).

    Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
    Someone was killed ‘neath the town hall light
    Just a few at the scene and they all did agree
    That the man who ran looked a lot like me

    Well the judge said, “Son, what’s your alibi?
    If you were somewhere else, then you won’t have to die”
    But I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
    For I’d been in the arms of my best friend’s wife

    She walks these hills in a long black veil
    She visits my grave when the night winds wail
    Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
    Nobody knows but me

    Well, the scaffold is high and eternity near
    She stands in the crowd and sheds not a tear
    But sometimes at night when the cold winds moans
    In a long black veil, she cries all over my bones

    She walks these hills in a long black veil
    She visits my grave when the night winds wail
    Nobody knows, Lord, nobody sees
    Nobody knows but me

    Nobody knows but me, yeah

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