This week’s Song Lyric Sunday is all about positive emotions, and pleasure is certainly right up there in that canon.
It won’t surprise you to learn that the eighties’ club scene completely passed me by – which isn’t to say that I’m not up for a bit of hedonistic excess when the offer presents itself. However, there’s no doubt that Frankie Goes To Hollywood were among the leading proponents of the hypnotic rhythms (and lyrics) of the mid- eighties, so there’s this, the title track of their debut album, released in 1984.
The world is my oyster……..
Ha ha ha ha ha……..
The animals are winding me up
The jungle call
The jungle call
Who-ha who-ha who-ha who-ha
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan
A pleasuredome erect
Moving on keep moving on-yeah
Moving at one million miles an hour
Using my power
I sent it by the hour
I have it so I’m mocking it
You really can afford it-yeah
Really can afford it
Shooting stars never stop
Even when they reach the top
Shooting stars never stop
Even when they reach the top
There goes a supernova
What a pushover-yeah
There goes a supernova
What a pushover
We’re a long way from home
Welcome to the Pleasuredome
On our way home
Going home where lovers roam
Long way from home
Welcome to the Pleasuredome
Moving on
Keep moving on
I will give you diamonds by the shower
Love your body even when it’s old
Do it just as only I can do it
And never ever doing what I’m told
Keep moving on
Got to reach the top
Don’t stop
Pay love and life-oh my
Keep moving on
On again-yeah
Shooting stars never stop
Shooting stars never stop
Shooting stars never stop
Even when they reach the top
There goes a supernova
What a pushover
Written by Brian Nash, William O’Toole, Peter Gill and William Johnson
the only deadhead in the hameau 
Great choice I never thought of going that way yes memories 💜
Ahh yes, Frankie goes to Hollywood. I listened to a lot of them in my youth. Did you know that the recording sessions for the album “Welcome to the Pleasuredome” went so badly that Trevor Horn recruited the Art of Noise and other session artists to record the music for the record. Outside of the vocals the band produced almost none of the sound.