Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.
Love is gentle as a rose, and love can conquer any war. It’s time to take a stand, brothers and sisters join hands.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Upside you’re turning me, you’re giving love instinctively. Around and round you’re turning me, I say to thee respectfully.
In this world today, there ain’t nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em in the tank.
Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she’s a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she’s got the look.
So give me your hands, your hearts, I’m ready! There’s only one direction.
I don’t want to hear it – all you do is talk about you. I don’t want to hear it, ‘cause I know that none of it’s true.
Said woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine. All we need is just a little patience.
Skydive naked from an aeroplane, or a lady with a body from outer space.
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell from this padded prison cell.
We sail tonight for Singapore. Don’t fall asleep while you’re ashore. Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry.
Someday love will find you, true love won’t desert you. You know that I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
Like a desert sun that burns my skin, I’ve been waiting for her for so long.
We are tired of your excuse. Try to stop us – it’s no use!
Warning is come upon your heels – feel your dreams slip away.
But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away. And I know all the games you play because I played them, too.
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
You could have a bumper car, bumping. The amusement never ends.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
Revvin’ up your engine, listen to her howlin’ roar.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
The genius behind The Beach Boys finds his powers fully intact on his first solo album.
From the catchy, fun, and a little strange to the truly avantgarde weirdo deep cut treasure chest.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
The high highs make it well worthy of being in the magnificent seven… hundreds on the best 1,000 albums ever list.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
A self-assured, unique, and uniquely good debut album from Chrissie Hynde and crew.
Nothing’s shocking, indeed, yet consistently surprising.
An early ‘80s gem with a super unique sound from the gloom of the Pacific Northwest.
Don’t push me, ‘cause I’m close to the edge.
Amazing soundtrack from an amazing movie… almost too amazing? Nah.
Not your typical album of cover songs. Just ask Alice, I think she’ll know…
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
Chic, posh, and pulsing synth pop are tops for the lads of the furry, fluffy, feathered and/or aquatic creature shop.
From jangle pop to post-punk to quiet ballads, this one has great range (and each range is great).
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Endlessly timeless, infinitely rock n’ roll.
Now that IS workin’, that’s the way you do it.
You might just say that I’m so excited and yet I’m encountering a great deal of difficulty with regard to the prevention of obfuscating that emotional state.
You (and you) might be able to survive without this album, but why (and why)?
Who can it be now? Why, it’s the band from down under, of course.
It’s a time machine to a little study lounge near the back of Johnson Hall at Binghamton University.
If you’re already standing, you might just remain so after listening to this one.
Great hard rock with just the right touch of prog rock-y flair.
Just because it’s the end, there’s still plenty of reasons to get the led out.
The first U2 album sounds as fresh and energetic and urgent as ever.
Well-crafted hair metal. You might say it’ll rock you like… a powerful force of nature.
Pop gems from a UK-based singer-songwriter with a flat-out gorgeous voice.
Curl up your smile and take your time, take your chances.
Meshes traditional Irish sounds with a propulsive punk sensibility. In short, a bottle of smoke.
Robert Palmer and members of Duran Duran and Chic combo for some super group action, 1980s style.
Whether this is country or rock or blues or whatever, it’ll make you say, “Hell yeah.”
Slinky, mysterious, and sexy synth pop that’s very early ‘80s in the best way.
Not including it would be akin to, say… breaking the law, for example?
Don’t you want me to tell you? Read on.
Folk rock that bridges the gap from the 1960s for the Lilith Fair generation.
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
Celtic and new age-y, at turns gentle and pleasant or moving and beautiful.
Driving energy and pop hooks that helps to carry the initial British punk music wave forward.
You’d have to have a head like a hole not to.
Do I need to finally say it? Do I need to count it down?
A stunning collection of post-punk (but mostly leaning into the punk side, and thankfully so) artists out of the UK.
Variety and range, from hardcore punk to an acoustic jam that you could almost imagine being on a 1980s era Midnight Oil record.
Early ‘80s new wave-meets-garage rock with fantastic keyboards.
Smart, catchy, arty new wave-y punk that gets under skin in the best kind of way.
It’s a fun (very) old school hip hop party album, and/but “Apache” is the towering achievement here that merits best 1,000 album list consideration.
It’s fresh, indie, passionate, and punk, all the more remarkable for an album produced some four decades ago