Don't think I've EVER heard the Ron Wood. Woulda BOS'd 10cc, natch, in a tie with Mott.
It was better than, and would have been a better fit than, at least 50% of
Goat's Head Soup.
But my BOS on the replay is a tie between "Black Water," which sounds especially good on an evening when I'm daydreaming (evedreaming?) about Lake Winnepesaukee, New Hampshire; and Dylan & the Band's "Most Likely You Go Your Way & I Go Mine," which I inadvertently ripped off when I fancied myself a songwriter in college. Oh, what the hell, I'll post the lyrics here. It's not so embarrassing in hindsight. Half of it is about a girl who was dating my friend Victor at the time; he'd gone off to Semester at Sea and she started hanging out with me in what felt at the time like using me as a surrogate doll. The other half is me having read a Dylan songbook and thinking to myself, "I can do that." Anyway, you can pretty much sing this to the Dylan song and it's exactly what I wanted to do and I've not since figured out how to set it to less derivative music. Which is why I no longer fancy myself a songwriter.
"Shelly Is the Goddess of Angst"
I'd come to beware
Her contemplative stare
She'd never share the story behind it.
Thinking I didn't care,
She'd only say, "It's there,
You just don't know where to find it."
I kiss her on the cheek -- she thinks it's one of my pranks;
Oh, Shelly -- Shelly is the goddess of angst.
Ephedrine princess
Offers faint glimpses
Of the woman she once hoped to be.
She wants me to play
A man who went away
But he does not look a lot like me.
I tell her I love her -- she mumbles "thanks";
Poor Shelly -- Shelly is the goddess of angst.
She looks a bit queasy
'Cause life's not that easy
Once you close your Vogue magazine.
I guess I will let
Her to her cigarettes --
They're more comfort than I've ever been.
In their desperation, wedding bells 'cross the nation all clank
For Shelly -- Shelly is the goddess of angst.
So maybe I lied
When I told her I've tried;
I've still got some pride left in me.
So I'm not by her side
Instead I'm hitching a ride
On a night when it's rainy and windy.
We all learn to live with unending hunger pangs,
But Shelly -- Shelly is the goddess of angst.