Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
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Not-So-Random Lyrics Post: "Sister Christian", Night Ranger (and why I'm hearing it now)

"Sister Christian"
Night Ranger


Sister Christian, oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one to say
Okay

Where you goin', what you looking for?
You know those boys don't want to play no more with you
It's true

You're motoring
What's your price for flight,
And finding Mister Right?
You'll be all right tonight

Babe, you know you're growing up so fast
And momma's worrying that you won't last to say
Let's play

Sister Christian, there's so much in life
Don't you give it up before your time is due
It's true
It's true (Yeah)

You're motoring
You've got him in your sights
And driving through the night
You're motoring
What's your price for flight,
And finding Mister Right?
You'll be all right tonight

You're motoring
What's your price for flight,
And finding Mister Right?
You'll be all right tonight
You're motoring
What's your price for flight,
And finding Mister Right?
You'll be all right...
Tonight

Sister Christian, oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one to say
Okay
But you're motoring
Yeah, motoring


This is one of those songs that's never made real lyrical sense to me, but is really nice to sing along with as loud as you possibly can, and possibly wind up feeling better than you started out feeling.

It was also playing just a few moments ago from the apartment next door and/or across the way; I haven't pinned down a direct location of the music, but given that it's 3 in the morning, and the music's clearly audible, I may have to come up with a few new character descriptions for neighbors.

I suspect that this sudden infusion of Hair Band Era rock ballads is linked to The Clanking Door -- there's a mysterious clanking noise, as of a big-ass windchime with only one chime, or a resonant object striking against an immobile object, and this clanking sound seems to be tied to the opening and/or shutting of a door (I can hear the hinges squeak).

Also:
You're my angel: come and save me tonight.
You're my angel, come and make it all right.

There is creaking, squeaking, and clanging. There is knocking on doors, and not the nice quiet kind either.

Ah, city apartment life. Hooray.
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