Can't You Hear My Heartbeat

Herman's Hermits

Every time I see you lookin' my way
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?
In the car or walking down the highway
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?

When you move up closer to me
I get a feelin' that's ooo-wee
Can't you hear the poundin' of my heartbeat
'cause you're the one I love, you're the one I love

When I feel you put your arms around me
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?
Then I'm glad, I'm mighty glad I found you
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?

When you asked me to meet your Ma
I knew that baby, we'd be going far
Can't you hear the poundin' of my heartbeat?
'cause you're the one I love, you're the one I love

All my friends are cryin' out to meet you
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?
Now's the time to go and see the preacher
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?

Wedding bells are gonna chime
Baby, baby, you're gonna be mine
Can't you hear the poundin' of my heartbeat
'cause you're the one I love, you're the one I love

Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?
Baby, baby, can't you hear my heartbeat?

Word of the Day - Foible

foible • \FOY-bul\ • noun
1 : the part of a sword or foil blade between the middle and point *2 : a minor flaw or shortcoming in character or behavior : weakness

Example sentence:
The students admired their teacher despite his foibles and eccentricities.

Did you know?
The weakest part of a sword blade is the portion between the middle and the pointed tip. Back in the mid-1600s, English speakers borrowed the French word "foible" to refer to that most easily broken part of the sword or foil. Despite the superficial resemblance, "foible" does not come from "foil." The French "foible" was an adjective meaning "weak." (That French word, which is now obsolete, is derived from the same Old French term, "feble," that gives us "feeble.") The English "foible" soon came to be applied not only to weaknesses in blades, but also to minor failings in character. It appeared in print with that use in 1673, and now the "character flaw" sense is considerably more popular than the original sword application.

*Indicates the sense illustrated in the example sentence.

Via Merriam-Webster.

Word of the Day - dedicated to Gabe B

ramble \RAM-buhl\, verb, noun:

1. to wander about
2. a walk for pleasure without predetermined destination
3. to talk or write about one thing and then another without useful connection

c 1443, unknown origin, perhaps frequentative of romen "to walk, go" of via romblen "to ramble." The vowel change was probably influenced by Middle Dutch rammelen, a derivative of rammen "used of the night wanderings of the amorous cat."

The things I did not know.... midnight wanderings of and amorous cat! Golly, the way that words evolve is rather rambling!

I'm Into Something Good

Herman's Hermits

Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine
There's somethin' special on my mind
Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

She's the kind of girl who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She danced close to me like
I hoped she would
(she danced with me like I hoped she would)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')

We only danced for a minute or two
But then she stuck close to me the whole night through
Can I be fallin' in love
She's everthing I've been dreamin' of
(She's everthing I've been dreamin' of)

I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin', ahhh)

I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
(I asked to see her and she told me I could)
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(Somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
Somethin' tells me I'm into something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, oh yeah, something good
(somethin' tells me I'm into somethin')
To something good, something good, something good

Herman's Hermits

Like all good students of history and culture, we have embarked on a dabble into the British Invasion... not the ones from the 1700s and 1800s but the 1900s.

As we have been progressing through this study we came across Herman's Hermits. They were from Manchester, and formed in 1963. They were never as popular as some other BI bands (some group that called themselves after a rather repulsive insect...), but the Hermits retain the charm of an English dance hall and possess the musical creativity of the newly emerging style (strangely, named something from nature that would be unpleasant if found in a walking shoe).

We have very much enjoyed their works, and decided to post a song every so often so that you too can enjoy them.

NB: Anyone who is shocked or scandalized by the lyrics should 1. get a life, 2. get reacquiated - or acquiated - with British Invasion period history and remember how things have grow to mean other things since the turn of the century, 3. read a different blog!

Happy Listening! We hope we have gotten you into something good.


(PS. If you click on the title of each song we post it will take you to Amazon where you can hear and purchase that song. Yes, this is a plug for the Hermits and for Amazon.)