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Morphine - Top Floor, Bottom Buzzer
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From the album " The Night ". Lyrics: First we'll pick Priscilla up. And then we'll stop for Jane. And Mary Ellen needs a ride. We're going by her place. We're going to a party. Our friends will all be there. I got the directions. It's across the river somewhere. We rang the top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer. Top floor, bottom buzzer. The middle won't work. Ring the one under. ...
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2024
The subtleness of this is so genius at 3:23: Mary Ellen sees them, she has a little stutter, she yells T--Top floor, bottom buzzer
RIP Harv.. love you brother, see ya soon
Great band , they stand in their own league . It's music that never ages .
A decade and a half later. It does not get better
Such a style🖤🏴☠️🎷
where i can to buy a shirt with the name of this band, tell me
Ebay
I'm just here to say: you put the Al Green on before you even open that bottle. Do you not know how this works?
They were without a doubt the coolest band of the 90's....No I take that back... the Coolest of any time.
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Morphine
Mary Ellen needs a ride, San Fran treat. SF
This is one of the best things I ever listened to
EXCELLENT
Cazzo che sound!!
Где же Присцилла? Её ждёт текила
How ja mean x
2023 vibes/Lyrics: First we'll pick Priscilla up and then we'll stop for Jane And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we're goin' by her place We're goin' to a party, our friends will all be there I got the directions, it's across the river somewhere We rang the top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer The middle won't work Ring the one under Priscilla's in the kitchen, she's mixing drinks She's mixing one for me, I think And one for Mary Ellen and one for Jane Priscilla, she knows how to use a shaker She doesn't get up as early as a baker, uh-uhn There's a muchacha, teachin' me to mambo There's my buddy Pete eyein' a bowl of Combos Ramona and a man do a tango dip Cheek to cheek, hip to hip, come on The window's open, it's the heart of the summer More people comin' lookin' for the number Mary Ellen sees them she has a little stutter, she yells The top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer The middle won't work Ring the one under, come on, woo It was later it was after two We found a bottle of good Chartreuse The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on The bottle was gone On the top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer The middle won't work Ring the one under, come on, woo Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer Top floor, bottom buzzer The middle won't work Ring the one under, come on, woo
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......"She doesn't get up as early as a baker",....that verse always cracks me up, because my wife was a baker, in the 1980s. And she did in fact have to get up at 2AM to get to her baking job, at a gourmet Italian restaurant. She baked their breads, fancy cakes, & desserts. ( She was sweet to begin with, personality-wise.) When she returned home after her shift, she was even sweeter. (Delicately dusted in powdered sugar & all sticky from honey.)
That's a great story. Bakers do get up early. "Time to make the donuts." I'm working in a grocery store kitchen and a lot of us start at 6am. My shift starts at 7am so I'm comparatively lucky. The bakers are in at 6 also, so I guess they aren't truly hardcore. : )
You're a lucky man I bet she tasted sweet too
For some reason this reminds of my fun times in my youth, when I was in my early 30s in the 1980s. I was an artist, and all my friends were too. We pooled our money and rented the top floor in an old, 8 story, defunct, light manufacturing factory, built in 1900. The elevator was an industrial one, with open, wooden slat sides, and a slatted, manual pull-down door. It was large enough to hold a 1960s VW Beetle. To ascend & descend you had to manually pull a braided steel cable, located in an opening on one side of the elevator car. That action released counterweights & turned on an assist motor. You had to press a stop button, once you observed that the elevator floor, was aligned with floor you exiting to. As the car rose, you experienced rare views within the elevator shaft. We divided up the whole top floor into individual studios. The warehouse had 16 foot ceilings, and was 50 foot wide by 200 feet long. Approx.10 thousand square feet. The space was rented in "as is", condition with no improvements. The rent was dirt cheap because of it. However, there were working radiators, and even by that late period of time, (1980) the building's boiler was still fired by burning coal. We made our art there, held exhibitions, and wild parties. We installed 2 lavatories, two photographic labs, and special washout sinks for clay workers. A small communal kitchen, w/ 2 refrigerators and 2 hot plates. While not zoned for "living in",....(what you did behind closed doors was up to you,...). Most of our folks had alternative housing. Artists working on big projects were known to pull all-nighters, so there were plenty of old couches around, to take a short snooze on. The quality of the air, in these kinds of studios, means you are likely to be exposed to sawdust, clay & glaze dust, paint & solvent smells, noxious fiberglass resin odors, and such. Every party included rides in that antique, turn of the century, elevator. Good times.
The elevator roof was made of black colored heavy duty wire mesh with 3 inch wide openings so you could easily watch the massive counter weights glide down iron tracks on two sides of the elevator car. The walls of the shaft were concrete, and coated with ages old soot. A few random windows allowed some light to filter in, during the day. Every floor's exit doors, were 8 inch thick, jacketed steel, fire proof doors, each with a tiny window, whose glass had an imbeded wire mesh. There were never more than two working, bare light bulbs illuminating the car's interior. For extra thrills at night, we'd shut them off, and travel in the exquisite darkness.
@@Davett53That's a fantastic story. I lived in a converted warehouse loft apartment (converted by we renters) in Brooklyn in 2005-2006. Similar size you were talking about but we made it into a homey place. Now you can't afford that same place for less than 2k/month. Ridiculous. I was paying $400 for me **and** my girlfriend.
@@stopthephilosophicalzombie9017 In the 1980s, there were a lot of old apartments, above retail stores, in Columbus, Ohio. They'd never been updated, and were rented in: "As-Is Condition". Functional, at way below market rates, and the renter was responsible for painting the interior at their own cost. Some were Victorian era, w/ 15 ft. tall ceilings, covered in embossed tin. For Artists, this was ideal. Rents included everything. Derelict apartments don't appeal to most people, but as an Artist, I knew I could improve it on the cheap, and even build an upper level deck, for storage and with a lounging area.
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love it!😎
This one will always ring my buzzer
Three things are the best of this,but i cannot put in order,the bass,the voice and the sax
Years ago I got a call from my daughter's 8th grade teacher when my girl was overheard at lunch declaring that she liked Morphine. In fact she went on, my whole family loves Morphine. My personal highlight of the day was explaining to the teacher that Morphine is a band.
Hilarious 😆
I once felt shady asking the record store guy if he's got any Morphine, was only until afterwards, about 10 minutes after I'd left the store, I realised he might have been unaware of the band.
That's crazy. Lol
@@booshank2327 imagine him to reply smtng like: yeah, got some morphine but got no rush...
daddy was on top (high) ;)
A former coworker invited me out to a Halloween party in Lynchburg one time and it was seriously like something out of a movie. He had a cool loft apartment by the river and there were so many smokin hot girls there. Then my other guy friend got super drunk and he started twerking and it was super disturbing lmao! Very memorable experience lol.
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Играл . Две струны .
Guess this was too hip for Texas back then…
Hey Kids, a Two String Bass . . . . . . . is a Baritone Guitar . . . . . . . Cool
Why The Night is not on spotify goddamit
I fucking love everything this band ever did...
This song is clearly about the best party ever.
I love the horns in this. This song is addicting, The lyrics are mundane but the music is fantastic, the little story of. going to the party there is all kinds of stuff going on in this song.
BadAss
I found them on the sound track of "Spanking the Monkey" logical and eccentric deviant behavior living in the night time ...saw the trio each time they came into town, and the Orchestra. At The Fillmo' I ruined the encore requesting "Sheila n her cat" Mark looked at me in a pissed off stare. I Love every moment. He died doing what he loved. We could all be so lucky. Miss you Sandman!
This one came up on the MP3 today. Wife and I had to finish it out before we got outta the car! Epic bass line!
Yes it is and with only 2 strings
I'm doing the same thing
I wish I could have seen these guys at least once
AWESOME
like a hero
Morphine, all in the name
They are so underrated.
I got to see them at lowlands festival in "95 in an almost empty circus tent at 11 in the morning, magic!! 👌
Groovy
This is totally incredible - words fail me - except to just ask why did I find this so late in life?
Great track! Just got turned on to these folks. So sorry for their loss
She don't get up as early as a baker...