The Party’s Over – writing in song titles

Diane’s on the telephone … calling friend after friend

“It’s Saturday night and it’s my party! … Come on over!”

Saturday night and Sunday morning. The door’s still open. … Oh, just a commotion nothing’s planned – ”

“Yeah, at this ol’ house. Don’t be stupid, not tomorrow night!”

– – –

There was a pounding on the door.

“Hang on! I hear you knocking!”I called as I went down the hall to open it. There stood a pretty woman and a young girl, behind them a crowd of beautiful people – male and female. They crowded in, chattering, some bringing their poison of choice. I directed one fella in a fedora to the bathroom – “Green door, down the hall.”

“Hi, you can call me al,” he said, passing me his paper bag of bottles in his rush.

“What’s to drink?” someone yelled over the noise. Susie, my other flatmate, pointed to the counter

“Tequila, gin & juice, red – red wine, streams of whiskey, TNT for the brainwhatever,“ she yelled back.

“ Hey, everybody, let’s dance,” shouted someone at the stereo, and soon the music’s blaring and everybody’s jumping.

Al came back and grabbed his paper bag. As he drew out a bottle, he winked “Little ol’ wine drinker, me.”

 

An argument broke out over in a corner.|
“Stop messin’ around!” the woman, Rhiannon, yelled.
“Oh, come outside,” pleaded the hopeful young man with her.
“I owe you nothing!” she argued.
“Baby, please don’t go.” Realising he was losing her, he grabbed her, held her close.
“One more time, I’ll tell you – never too close!” and she pushed away. “I’m going home.” Rhiannon stalked out.
“Okay, you can go your own way,” he called after her. As an aside to a mate, he muttered “She’ll keep coming back, you’ll see.”
“Ha-huh, boy she’s too hot to handle for you!” His mate laughed.
“Nah, it’s just a phase.”

Someone interrupted the music, and slipped in a different CD.
“I can’t dance to that crap,” he said “Watch what happens now!” And ho boy, everyone was on their feet, and wriggling and writhing, solo, partners, the conga line – you name it, it was “Everybody dance now!” He played the CD again – had it on Repeat, probably. Even on the second time, there was a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on. But after it had played over and over, people retired to couches and corners for conversation and b-s or a breather. – – –

If you could lip read as I can, you’d make out how some couples were trying to make out, if you know what I mean.

“Hold me,” one young girl in a corner.

“Man’s favourite sport. Let’s go away for a while,” a greasy sleaze ball all over some sweet thing.

“Oh, come on, everybody plays the fool,” another try-hard.
One more time then,” a reluctant reply.
Turn around,” fumbling for the bra hook.

Couples started heading off to more discrete places – thank heavens, it was getting embarrassing in here.

Al suddenly called out, “Hullo, the bitch is back!” as Rhiannon stalked back in, trying to be indignant, but for her it was crying time.
“See? You keep coming back!” crowed her boyfriend. He noticed she was upset, draped an arm around her shoulders, and said ”No more tears (enough is enough). Tell me what you want me to do?”
“Let’s get outside of this,” she replied.
“Okay, we’re going home to your place,” and they strolled out into the night.

– – –

In the wee small hours of the morning, Diane called |
“Okay, bar’s closed. Nothing’s left, it’s time to go – the party’s over!”

“Wake up, little Susie,” I shook her shoulder. She started up, and shambled to her room. Almost everyone started gathering up their coats and bags, and heading to the door. Diane checked who was walking, who was driving, and who was going to have to stay over.
She asked them all, “How are you going?”

“No place to go”, mumbled one. “Homeless.

“Step inside, love,” and she pushed him back into the lounge.

“Goin’ back to Houston”, mumbled one fella. “Leavin’ on a jet plane – gotta ticket to ride here, somewhere,” as he searched his pockets while teetering away off along the footpath.

“I’m at the Y.M.C.A,” and the student stumbled out the door and down the steps.

Al smooched up against Diane, grabbed her and as corny as you please, said
“Wherever I hang my hat, that’s my home,” and dropped his wee fedora onto her head. She sighed and led him to her room, leaving me to check the state of the party-leavers. One young man was holding his head with one hand, his gut with another.

“I just wasn’t made for these times,” he said in misery. “I’m going home.” He stumbled down the steps and threw up in the gutter.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll find my way home.” Someone confidant and merry pushed past me and off.

”Can I stay over for Danielle’s breakfast? Aw, she makes such yum bacon, eggs ‘n’ pancakes with maple syrup! What time will she be up and cooking?” Some scrounger who knew Danielle.

“Probably 11 a.m,” I told him. At the description of the breakfast, one guy started making retching noises.

“Quick, he’ll have to go!’ warned the scrounger. We got the puker off the property just in time.

By now the flat was nearly empty of wakeful party guests. Almost everyone in the place was flat-out asleep, alone or in pairs (in their own rooms, thank heavens). I left them to it and joined Danielle. We slept nestled together like a couple of spoons – but all we could do was sleep off the party.

– – –

We all woke the next day late of course. It was a good day, sunshine. Diane, Susie, Danielle and I roused all the overnighters to get them to help clean up. Hell ain’t a bad place to be, but shite, there was mess everywhere.
We’re gonna need gumboots!” Diane raved when she saw the state of the toilet, bathroom and kitchen. It’s beyond understanding how people can make such a mess!”

As friends zombied their ways from their sleeping corners, they needed pain relief.
“Who wants to live forever?” groaned one guy. Paracetamol was all we had to offer.
“I’ll take five.” And they went down his throat dry. Al was holding his head. He sat at the kitchen table and Diane gave him water.
Ain’t that a kick in the head!” he marvelled at the pounding.
It’s the booze talking, that’s all,” she reassured him. “That’s just the way it is, you know.”

“Have you seen the bathroom? Someone’s puked into the bath and it’s gone all down the window!” Susie was disgusted. “Something must be done!”
“Right, while we’re waiting for Danielle’s breakfast, I’ll be cleaning windows. It’s what I do.” And the guy – who was that? – was out filling a bucket, then back through with a mop and an armload of bottled cleaners.
“Okay, let’s all clean up” ordered Diane. “Fix these things,” as she pointed to the trash on the tables in the lounge. “Don’t stop until it’s spotless again.”
“Yeah, it looks like we live in a dump.” I had to agree – it was a right dirty old town in here. “Let’s take out the trash.”
As I carried the first dumpster sack out through the front door, I stepped over someone lying on the front step. I nudged him with my foot, but he was too deeply asleep. I asked the others
“Hey, who’s the dweller on the threshold?”

But in the kitchen, everyone’s attention was on another party sleeper who’d shown himself – in really bad shape.
“Oh, Take me to the hospital. I need to see Doctor Roberts.” Danielle took a break from the frying pan, and called triple-one, and sat him on the back step in fresh air.

– – –

We did get the place bearably clean, and were looking forward to Danielle’s breakfast as the ambulance arrived. But we didn’t hear or see them at the back. I went out to the front.
“Ah … the Guy who’s sick is out back?”
“Yeah? Well the guy who’s dead is here out front!” the paramedic retorted. There was no need to tell all about it – my mates had all heard him from the kitchen. They came crowding around the door, to see who it was, what had happened, what would happen.
The ambulance driver heaved himself from his seat.
“I’ve called dispatch. Police are on their way. Did I hear you say there’s someone sick here too?” He followed Al around to the back door, and reappeared walking the crook fella to the ambulance.
A police car turned up. Out stepped an officer in uniform, and from the back a plain clothes man.
“Inspector Morse” he flashed his ID. “And Sergeant Pepper. This is a real tragedy. Young kids having a party and letting it get out of control. I expect it was an overdose. Come on Sergeant, inside.

He headed to the lounge and gazed around, smelling the air.
“Phwawh! Too many clues in this room,” the young sergeant grinned.
“Not that funny,” Morse snapped. He wandered around, peering closely at the counter and tables’ tops. In the kitchen he peered at the as yet unwashed glasses. Back in the lounge, he spoke to us all.

“I know there’s an answer here, and in your trash which my lads’ll be taking for a forensic going-over. Now, don’t talk if you’re going to tell me little lies. What ever you do – don’t!. We’ll be sending a crew in to give this place a right turn around. Don’t move anything. In fact, don’t move from here at all till they’ve finished up.”
We sat there, fearful. We’d had no drugs in the flat. If that guy had O.Ded, he’d brought it himself. Cocaine? The sergeant’s radio crackled. He stood in the hall and listened, then reported to the Inspector.
“Inspector Morse that was the constable at the hospital. The young man who was ill did have an overdose in his system. He’ll survive; they’ve sent a sample off to the lab for identifying.” And he strolled into the kitchen.
“That’s enough for me right now,” Morse said. “Sergeant? Let’s go. And you lot? Think. Think really hard. Don’t forget to remember anything that will be of interest.”

And he marched out, followed closely by his sergeant, leaving us terrified – until we remembered Danielle’s breakfast would only need heating up.

 

© Lynne McAnulty-Street, Rotorua NZ, 2011

United Friends Challenge #308

Words = 1762 (Titles not Included)

Song titles =113 (First mention only is counted)

Title : Word Ratio = 113 : 1762 = c. 1 : 15.6

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2 thoughts on “The Party’s Over – writing in song titles

  1. Arranged by order of RECORDING ARTIST

    Recorded by … Order Title
    (in previous list)
    AC/DC 78, Hell Ain’t a Bad Place To Be,
    AC/DC 100 Overdose
    Atomic Rooster 10 Tomorrow Night
    Bay City Rollers 2 Saturday Night
    Beach Boys 45, Let’s Go Away For A While,
    Beach Boys 70 I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times
    Beatles 77, Good Day, Sun Shine
    BeeGees 113 Don’t Forget to Remember
    Black 64 Step Inside, Love
    Bros 28 I Owe You Nothing
    Brubeck 23, Everybody’s Jumping,
    Brubeck 83 Take Five
    Campbell 55, Tell Me What You Want Me To Do
    Charles, Ray 52 Crying Time
    Clapton 109 Cocaine
    Fats Domino 11 I Hear You Knocking
    Dropkick Murphys 59 Time To Go
    Enigma 21, TNT For The Brain
    Enigma 50, Turn Around
    Everley Brothers 61 Wake Up Little Susie
    Fleetwood Mac 1, Diane,
    Fleetwood Mac 25, Stop Messing Around,
    Fleetwood Mac 26, Rhiannon,
    Fleetwood Mac 33, Go Your Own Way,
    Fleetwood Mac 40, The Second Time
    Fleetwood Mac 42, Over And Over,
    Fleetwood Mac 43, Hold Me,
    Fleetwood Mac 62, No Place To Go,
    Fleetwood Mac 79, Everywhere,
    Fleetwood Mac 91, Don’t Stop,
    Fleetwood Mac 102 Not That Funny
    Franklin 112 Think
    Gabriel 5, Saturday Night And Sunday Morning
    Arlo Guthrie 32 I’m Going Home, (used twice)
    Arlo Guthrie 71 I’m Going Home, (used twice)
    Incubus 36, Just a Phase,
    Incubus 75 11 AM,
    John 51, The Bitch Is Back
    Jon n Vangelis 49, One More Time,
    Jon n Vangelis 56, Outside Of This (inside of that),
    Jon n Vangelis 73 I’ll Find My Way Home
    J L Lewis 41 Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On
    Lightfoot 31 Never Too Close
    Los Lobos 17 Tequila
    Jim Lowe 15 Green Door
    McGuiness Flint 85 It’s The Booze Talking
    H. Mancini 38, Watch What Happens,
    H. Mancini 44, Man’s Favourite Sport,
    H. Mancini 58, In the Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
    M. Manson 14 Beautiful People
    D. Martin 6, The Door Is Still Open,
    D. Martin 24, Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me,
    D. Martin 65 Goin’ Back to Houston,
    D. Martin 84 Ain’t That a Kick In The Head
    Marx 3 Keep Coming Back, (used twice)
    Marx 5 34, Keep Coming Back, (used twice)
    Masterhuna 7, Just a Commotion,
    Masterhuna 87, Something Must Be Done,
    Masterhuna 90 Fix These Things
    Miller 81 Beyond Understanding
    W. Nelson 60 The Party’s Over
    Neville 48 Everybody Plays The Fool
    Sean O’Haire 47 Come On
    R. Orbison 12 Pretty Woman
    Peter, Paul & Mary 66 Leavin’ On A Jet Plane
    Phantogram 108 Don’t Move
    Gary Pucket & Union Gap 13 Young Girl
    Queen 82 Who Wants To Live Forever?
    C. Rea 22, Let’s Dance,
    C. Rea 37, I Can’t Dance To That,
    C. Rea 74 Danielle’s Breakfast
    J. Reeves 76 He’ll Have To Go
    Ritchie 30 One more Time
    Rock Jams 39 Everybody Dance Now
    Shadows 57 Going Home
    P. Simon 16, You Can Call Me Al,
    P. Simon 63, Homeless,
    P. Simon 80 Gumboots
    Snoop Dogg 18 Gin & Juice
    Sarne & Richard 27, Come Outside
    Shakin’ Stevens 8 This Ole House
    Stewart & Gaskin 3 It’s My Party
    Stiltskin 114 Inside
    Streisand 54, No More Tears (enough is enough)
    Takida 85 It’s The Booze Talking
    The Pogues 20, Streams Of Whiskey
    The Prodigy 96 Take Me To The Hospital
    The Cars 111 Let’s Go
    They Might Be Giants 94 Take Out The Trash
    S. Twain 4, Come On Over,
    S. Twain 9, Don’t Be Stupid
    B. Tyler 107 Turn Around
    UB40 19 Red, Red Wine
    UFO 35 Too Hot To Handle
    van Morrison 29, Baby, Please Don’t Go,
    van Morrison 46, Dweller On The Threshold
    Village People 68 Y.M.C.A.
    Young 69 Wherever I Lay My Hat, That’s My Home

  2. Arranged by order of PLACE in story


    Place Title Recorded by …
    1, Diane, Fleetwood Mac
    2 Saturday Night Bay City Rollers
    3 It’s My Party Stewart & Gaskin
    4, Come On Over S. Twain
    5, Saturday Night And Sunday Morning Gabriel
    6, The Door Is Still Open D. Martin
    7, Just a Commotion Masterhuna
    8 This Ole House Shakin’ Stevens
    9, Don’t Be Stupid S. Twain
    10 Tomorrow Night Atomic Rooster
    11 I Hear You Knocking F Domino
    12 Pretty Woman R. Orbison
    13 Young Girl Gary Pucket & Union Gap
    14 Beautiful People M. Manson
    15 Green Door Jim Lowe
    16, You Can Call Me Al P. Simon
    17 Tequila Los Lobos
    18 Gin & Juice Snoop Dogg
    19 Red, Red Wine UB40
    20, Streams Of Whiskey The Pogues
    21, TNT For The Brain Enigma
    22, Let’s Dance C. Rea
    23, Everybody’s Jumping D. Brubeck
    24, Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me D. Martin
    25, Stop Messing Around Fleetwood Mac
    26, Rhiannon Fleetwood Mac
    27, Come Outside Sarne & Richard
    28 I Owe You Nothing Bros
    29, Baby, Please Don’t Go van Morrison
    30 One more Time L. Ritchie
    31 Never Too Close G. Lightfoot
    32 & I’m Going Home, (used twice) A. Guthrie
    33, Go Your Own Way Fleetwood Mac
    34 & Keep Coming Back, (used twice) Marx
    35 Too Hot To Handle UFO
    36, Just a Phase Incubus
    37, I Can’t Dance To That C. Rea
    38, Watch What Happens H. Mancini
    39 Everybody Dance Now Rock Jams
    40, The Second Time Fleetwood Mac
    41 Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On J L Lewis
    42, Over And Over, Fleetwood Mac
    43, Hold Me, Fleetwood Mac
    44, Man’s Favourite Sport, H. Mancini
    45, Let’s Go Away For A While, Beach Boys
    46, Dweller On The Threshold van Morrison
    47 Come On Sean O’Haire
    48 Everybody Plays The Fool Neville
    49, One More Time, Jon n Vangelis
    50, Turn Around Enigma
    51, The Bitch Is Back E. John
    52 Crying Time R. Charles
    53, Keep Coming Back Marx
    54, No More Tears (enough is enough) B. Streisand
    55, Tell Me What You Want Me To Do T. Campbell
    56, Outside Of This (inside of that) Jon n Vangelis
    57 Going Home Shadows
    58, In the Wee Small Hours Of The Morning H. Mancini
    59 Time To Go Dropkick Murphys
    60 The Party’s Over W. Nelson
    61 Wake Up Little Susie Everley Brothers
    62, No Place To Go, Fleetwood Mac
    63, Homeless, P. Simon
    64 Step Inside, Love Black
    65 Goin’ Back to Houston, D. Martin
    66 Leavin’ On A Jet Plane Peter, Paul & Mary
    68 Y.M.C.A. Village People
    69 Wherever I Lay My Hat, That’s My Home Young
    70 I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times Beach Boys
    71 I’m Going Home Arlo Guthrie
    73 I’ll Find My Way Home Jon n Vangelis
    74 Danielle’s Breakfast C. Rea
    75 11 AM, Incubus
    76 He’ll Have To Go J. Reeves
    77, Good Day, Sun Shine Beatles
    78, Hell Ain’t a Bad Place To Be, AC/DC
    79, Everywhere, Fleetwood Mac
    80 Gumboots P. Simon
    81 Beyond Understanding Miller
    82 Who Wants To Live Forever? Queen
    83 Take Five Brubeck
    84 Ain’t That a Kick In The Head D. Martin
    85 It’s The Booze Talking McGuiness Flint
    86 That’ Takida
    87 Something Must Be Done, Masterhuna
    90 Fix These Things Masterhuna
    91, Don’t Stop Fleetwood Mac
    94 Take Out The Trash They Might Be Giants
    96 Take Me To The Hospital The Prodigy
    100 Overdose AC/DC
    101 Inside Stiltskin
    102 Not that funny Fleetwood Mac
    103 I know there’s an answer here Beach Boys
    104 Don’t talk Beach Boys
    105 Little Lies Fleetwood Mac
    106 Whatevr You Do, Don’t S. Twain
    107 Turn Around B. Tyler
    108 Don’t Move Phantogram
    109 Cocaine Clapton
    111 Let’s Go The Cars
    112 Think Franklin
    113 Don’t Forget to Remember BeeGees
    114 Danielle’s Breakfast C.Rea

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