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Can’t find a Blip for this… But it is a fantastic track, as is the rest of the album “The Letting Go”. Bonnie PrinceBIlly just amazes me with his lyrics and music, every album is a new treat…
a strange form of life
kicking through windows
rolling on yardsheading in loved ones’ triggering eyes
a strange oneand a hard way to come into a cabin
into the weather
into a path
walking together
a hard oneand the softest lips ever
25 years of waiting to kiss them
smiling and waiting
to bend down and kiss twice
the softest lipsin a dark little room
across the nation
you found myself racing
forgetting the strange and the hard
and the soft kiss
in the dark roomand a strange form of life
kicking through windows
rolling on yardsheading in loved ones’ triggering eyes
a strange one
Quite possibly the best Jimi Hendrix song. It really made my evening…
Is the microphone on?
Hey baby where are you coming from?
Well she looked at me and smiled
And looked into space and said I’m coming from the land of the new rising sun.Then I said Hey baby where are you trying to go to?
Then she said I’m going to
Spin and spread around peace of mind and a whole lotta love to you and youHey girl I’d like to come along
Yes, I’d love to come along
Would you like to come along? She asked me
Yes take me along right nowHey baby, can I step into your world for a while?
Yes you can, she said
Come on back with me for a while
We’re gonna go across the Jupiter sand and see all you people one by one
We gotta help you people out right now
That’s why I’m doing it all aboutHey! Yeah, may I come along?
May I come along?
May I come along? Yeah, yeah!
Please take me
And now for a lighthearted song from good old Scottish group Belle and Sebastian:
Honey, lovin’ you is the greatest thing,
I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to play at being irresponsible,
I come home late and love your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I never have a bad thing to report.You’re my picture on the wall,
You’re my vision in the hall,
You’re the one I’m talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient court,
And you’re the funny little frog in my doorway.My eye sight’s fading, my hearing’s dim,
I can’t get insured for the state I’m in,
I’m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights,
At the party at the club on a Saturday night,
But I don’t get disapproving from my girl,
She gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls.You’re my picture on the wall,
You’re my vision in the hall,
You’re the one I’m talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don’t even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient court,
And you’re the funny little frog in my doorway.I had a conversation with you at night,
It’s a little one sided but that’s all right,
I tell you in the kitchen about my day,
You sit on the bed in the dark changing places,
With the ghost that was there before you came,
You’ve come to save my life again.I don’t dare to touch your hand,
I don’t dare to think of you,
In a physical way,
And I don’t know how you smell,
You are the cover of my magazine,
You’re my fashion tip, a living museum,
I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays,
And maybe tell you all about it, someday.
“Aladdin Sane” has to be one of my favourite Bowie albums. There’s still a hint of “Ziggy” around, but it shows the diversity he has, and sets up the next decade of output from him.
I’ve been a Bowie fan since “China Girl” in the 80’s. He has always fascinated me and left me wanting to hear more. It would be fantastic if someone put out a box set with a bunch of outakes and demo’s and such, I’d love to hear some of his songs evolve.
Let me put my arms around your head
Gee, its hot, lets go to bed
Don’t forget to turn on the light
Don’t laugh babe, itll be alrightPour me out another phone
I’ll ring and see if your friends are home
Perhaps the strange ones in the dome
Can lend us a book we can read up aloneAnd try to get it on like once before
When people stared in jaggers eyes and scored
Like the video films we sawHis name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face awayShe’s uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
Its a crash course for the ravers
Its a drive-in saturdayJung the foreman prayed at work
Neither hands nor limbs would burst
Its hard enough to keep formation with this fall out saturation
cursing at the astronaut
who stands in steel by his cabinet
Hes crashing out with sylvian
The bureau supply for ageing men
With snorting head he gazes to the shore
Once had raised a sea that raged no more
Like the video films we sawHis name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face awayShes uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
Its a crash course for the ravers
Its a drive-in saturdayHis name was always buddy
And he’d shrug and ask to stay
She’d sigh like twig the wonder kid
And turn her face awayShes uncertain if she likes him
But she knows she really loves him
Its a crash course for the ravers
Its a drive-in saturday, yeah, yeah(drive-in saturday)
(its a drive-in saturday)
(its a drive-in saturday)
Drive in saturday
(its a drive-in saturday)
Its a, its a, its a drive in saturday
(its a drive-in saturday)
Its a, its a, its a, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir
(its a drive-in saturday)
Dom du du du, dom du du du
(its a drive-in saturday)
Dom du du da, dom du du da
In celebration of my sisters wedding tomorrow, I give you Billy Idol…
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
I’ve been away for so long (so long)
I’ve been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so longIt’s a nice day to start again (come on)
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.(Pick it up)
Take me back home
There is nothin’ fair in this world
There is nothin’ safe in this world
And there’s nothin’ sure in this world
And there’s nothin’ pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come onIt’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again
This is one of my favourite Hendrix tracks. I first heard it on a tape called “Cry of Love” along with “Angel”, “Dolly Dagger” and “Freedom”. It was a well worn tape, with lots of noise and hiss all the way through it, but that just helped to make it more magical in my mind. I think it was later released on a CD called “Angel” (but I might be mistaken about the title and I think it was a bootleg), and then again on “First Rays of the New Rising Sun” of which I have owned about 10 copies over the last 20 years.
It is by far the best album that was ever released, even posthumously. The songs are all extremely well written, the lyrics absolute genious. It’s a shame the man died, but through the evolution of his albums, I think you can guess that he would have been the Miles Davis of the guitar, re-inventing his style and raising the bar with each new release.
This song has a special relevance to me…
“Belly Button Window”
Well. I’m up here in this womb
I’m looking all around
Well, I’m looking out my belly button window
And I see a whole lot of frowns
And I’m wondering if they don’t want me aroundWhat seems to be the fuzz out there?
Just what seems to be the hang?
‘Cause you know if ya just don’t want me this time around,
Yeah I’ll be glad to go back to Spirit Land
And even take a longer rest,
Before I’m coming down the chute again
Man, I sure remember the last time, baby
They were still hawkin’ about me then
So if you don’t want me now,
Make up your mind, where or when
If you don’t want me now,
Give or take, you only got two hundred days
‘Cause I ain’t coming down this way too much more againYou know they got pills for ills and thrills and even spills
But I think you’re just a little too late
So I’m coming down into this world, daddy
Regardless of love and hate
And I’m gonna sit up in your bed, mama
And just a grin right in your face
And then I’m gonna eat up all your chocolates,
And say “I hope I’m not too late”So if there’s any questions,
Make up your mind
‘Cause you better give or take
Questions in your mind
Give it a take,
You only got two hundred daysWay up into this womb
Looking all around
Sure’s dark in here
And I’m looking out my belly button window
And I swear I see nothing but a lot of frowns
And I’m wondering if they want me around.
I’ll fuck anything that moves, but I won’t touch you again.
I’ve screwed fat, smelly women. Women who are unaware of proper vaginal hygiene. Freaks who like to be punched in the face, asphyxiated as they orgasm. Whores with wide pussies that feel more like a dry blanket than a love tunnel. I’ve fucked in dirty hovels where the bugs run down your back while doing the deed. I’ve had my dick sucked by toothless women with mouth sores. In dirty alleys and broken down cars.
But you, you are just disgusting.
The album todays choice comes from was literally life changing for me. After “…And Justice For All” my taste in music became heavier and darker, setting me up for the eclectic listening habits of today. 1988 was the year I started growing my hair long, wearing black t-shirts with skinny jeans with holes in the knees, spurred on by the release of GnR’s “Appetite for Destruction” and the wave of “metal” bands that year. Metallica showed me that the music could be heavy, but still be technically proficient. I think it was the first album where I actually noticed the double kick drum, with Lars basically running on the pedals. From here I jumped to Slayer, and from Slayer I went right into death metal (Death, Obituary, Morbid Angel, Deicide, etc…). This has recently cropped back up in my listening, with the likes of Opeth, Mastadon, Hatebreed and Sunn((0. My musical taste has always went towards the outsides of the genres, always looking for the hardest, heaviest, most out there listening experience I can have from the comfort of my home.
My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
Ive loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fateI give
You take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truthAnger
Misery
Youll suffer unto meHarvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrowPure black looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to beDrink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gainAnger
Misery
Youll suffer unto meHarvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrowAll have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
See into my eyes
Youll find where murder liesInfanticide
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
One of the best songs of last year:
Dax Riggs “Demon Tied to a Chair in my Brain”
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Blackbird a tappin’ on the window pane
Sick man smilin’ at a stray dog in the rain
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Lovers burnin’ ghostly draggin’ their chains
Met eyes from the window
Of that midnight train
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Mad shriekin’ woman weepin’ my name
My skeleton is meltin’
My soul is in flames
Demon tied to a chair in my brain
Another Cure song. I love Robert Smith’s lyrics. They can be whimsical and light one song, and dark and brooding the next. This track has been one of my favourites for a long time, since it was released in 1989. Actually the entire album “Disintegration” is full of great sad and angry songs.
“Love Song” by The Cure:
whenever I’m alone with you you make me feel
like i am home again whenever i’m alone with
you you make me feel like i am whole againwhenever i’m alone with you you make me feel
like i am young again whenever i’m alone with
you you make me feel like i am fun againhowever far away i will always love you however
long i stay i will always love you whatever
words i say i will always love you i will always
love youwhenever i’m alone with you you make me feel
like i am free again whenever i’m alone with
you you make me feel like i am clean againhowever far away i will always love you however
long i stay i will always love you whatever
words i say i will always love you i will always
love you