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Sorry! That’s a classic Bait-and-switch. We’re not talking about Divine, John Waters, Pink Flamingos or dog poop.

Instead, I’m just going to post a few The Divine Comedy songs. It’s not Dante, it’s Neil Hannon.

I discovered him on Yann Tiersen‘s L’absente.
Just loved Les Jours Tristes

It’s hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
and claim that you’ve done all you can all along
And life must go on

It’s hard, hard to stand up for what’s right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you’ve tried has been wrong
But you must go on

It’s hard but you know it’s worth the fight
’cause you know you’ve got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
Don’t be afraid of what they’ll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day

It’s hard, hard when you’re here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity’s gone
And it’s gone
But you still carry on

’cause you, you are the only one left
And you’ve got to clean up this mess
You know you’ll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on

It’s hard but you know it’s worth the fight
’cause you know you’ve got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don’t be afraid of what they’ll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day.

I discovered Tiersen before he broke into mainstream with the the mostly instrumental soundtracks for Amélie Poulain and Good Bye Lenin!

I actually liked his songs like Monochrome with Dominique A on his earlier album Le Phare. Despite the accent, the lyrics were just what I needed at the time.

Anyway, I can try
Anything it’s the same circle
That leads to nowhere and I’m tired now.

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

I am pilling up some unread books under my bed
And I really think I’ll never read again.

No concentration,
Just a white disorder
Everywhere around me,
You know I’m so tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event
Or something to remind,
But I’ve really got nothing in mind.

Sometimes I open the windows
And listen people walking in the down streets.
There is a life out there.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

Anyway, I can try
Anything it’s the same circle
That leads to nowhere and I’m tired now.

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me

A bit like The Incompetents’ amazing lyrics associated to Serge’s french accent

Anyway, revenons à nos moutons…

Neil Hannon / Divine Comedy
Discovered him a bit better on a 2004 Black Session. You know, the radio and concerts organized by the French John Peel, Bernard Lenoir. Lebanon’s version would be the one and only Ziad Nawfal and his Ruptured Sessions.

So, in early 2004 I record this amazing live performance on a k7! Yes one of these.
I played it until it melted recently but I did manage to transfer it to crappy Mp3, alongside sessions for Interpol and Feist.

Neil Hannon covered Randy Newman’s Lonely At The Top, played a couple of quirky originals, like Happy Goth.
But most importantly he played a fantastic version of Our Mutual Friend

No matter how I try,
I just can’t get her out of my mind
And I when I sleep I visualize her.

I saw her in the pub,
I met her later at the nightclub.
A mutual friend introduced us
We talked about the noise
And how its hard to hear your own voice
Above the beat and the sub-bass.
We talked and talked for hours,
We talked in the back of our friend’s car
As we all went back to his place.

On our friend’s settee,
she told me that she really liked me
And I said: “Cool, the feeling’s mutual.”
We played old 45s
And said it’s like the soundtrack to our lives
And she said: “True, it’s not unusual.”
Then privately we danced
We couldn’t seem to keep our balance
A drunken haze had come upon us.
We sank down to the floor
And we sang a song that I can’t sing anymore
And then we kissed and fell unconscious.

I woke up the next day
All alone but for a headache.
I stumbled out to find the bathroom
But all I found was her
Wrapped around another lover.
No longer then is he our mutual friend.

Heart-wrenching. He’s really an amazing storyteller

I actually remembered it when I stumbled upon his cover of The Smiths’ There Is A Light That Never Goes Out while researching my previous post.

Ok, so this is getting a bit glum

Let’s end it on a cheery note

To quote the top 2 comments:
“Best eurovision song ever.”
“His Majesty Dude from the movie the Big Lebowski”

It’s a great track that could’ve been composed by Paul Williams for Phantom of The Paradise

His latest offering has some even weirder stuff on it
Definitely NSFW
Enjoy!

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July 22, 2013 at 04:45

Always on my mind

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Whoever said Pet Shop Boys were “The Smiths you can dance to” definitely had a point: Melancholy, witty lyrics and pounding beats… Some will say you can dance to Morrissey’s darkest lyrics. I remember joyfully singing along to this one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure – the privilege is mine

Anyway, so PSB were in Byblos this weekend and offered us one of the best concerts in the festival’s history. The highlight of the show which was also my own personal emotional low was Always on My Mind

Maybe I didn’t treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn’t love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Maybe I didn’t hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
Im so happy that you’re mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, Im sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind

Amazing how this song’s riff makes you dance and how it just made me tear up…

Anyway, it’s a country classic first sung by Brenda Lee

Willie Nelson covered it

So did Elvis

And talking about the King, last night around midnight I stumbled upon this gem

Maybe it’s too late I sometimes I even hate myself
For loving you
Trying to be strong then night-time comes along and I start wanting you
Wanting you.
Where is all my self control I’m burning way down in my soul
And needing you

Wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
Knowing you don’t love me like you used to
But it’s midnight, Oh and I miss you

It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed and try to straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it’s midnight, yeah and I miss you

It’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try to straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it’s midnight and I miss you

It’s midnight and I miss you

I remembered my father’s words:
نفس تسكن إليها
in the sense of
ما سكنت إليه النفس ، واطمأن إليه القلب ، والإثم ما لم تسكن إليه النفس ولم يطمئن إليه القلب وإن أفتاك المفتون

And this morning I woke up to this cover of Fade Into You, which definitely is not a love song… Emotional turmoil, teenage years, 20 years ago, Knocking on Heaven’s door knock off, haunting

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that’s true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You’ll come apart and you’ll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what’s not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it’s strange you never knew

A stranger’s light comes on slowly
A stranger’s heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then it’s smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you

I think it’s strange you never knew
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I think it’s strange you never knew

That’s it for today, the time and date for our next session has not been determined yet…

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July 16, 2013 at 09:36

Wings

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My dayjob forces me to research a number of music-related subjects.
For example, I learned so much about Lana Del Rey recently.
Anyway, Virgin Megastore has a huge sale and I managed to snap up two LDR-related CDs, which would have meant nothing to me had I found them a few weeks ago
Kassidy‘s first album: one of the members, Barrie- James O’Neill, is her boyfriend.
Mando Diao‘s Above and Beyond – MTV Unplugged where she’s featured on 2 songs.

Stop your crying oh little boy
’cause I know a place that you will enjoy
It’s a place that’s full of diamonds and toys
And Chet Baker’s playin’ trumpet there
So go there now
Enjoy
Go there
Don’t feel low
’cause Chet Baker’s playin’ trumpet alone
For you
Don’t you worry that girl is gone
Don’t you worry for the things that she’s done
Just relax, you still got time to go on
’cause this place is openminded to you
So go there now
Enjoy
Go there
Don’t feel low
’cause Chet Baker’s playin’ trumpet for you
Alone

It’s a pretty song but I prefer the guys’ original version which was released as a B-side

It feels much more “Chet Baker”-y

Some folks were meant to live in clover
but they are such a chosen few
and clovers being green
is something i’ve never seen
’cause i was born to be blue

When there’s a yellow moon above me
they say there’s moonbeams i shoul view
but moonbeams being gold
are something i can’t behold
’cause i was born to be blue

When i met you
the world was bright and sunny
when you left the courtain fell
i’d like to laugh
but nothing strikes me funny
now my world’s a faded pastel

I guess i’m luckier than some folks
i’ve known the thrill of loving you
but that alone is more
than i was created for
’cause i was born to be blue

Anyway, back to the future.
Among Lana Del Rey’s numerous inspirations, she cites Britney Spears.
I remember wincing when I read that.
I thought it was part of that “so bad it’s good” habit people have of name-dropping commercial music to balance out the artsy references.

But I actually discovered a track by Britney I had never heard before in Harmony Korine‘s Spring Breakers. Is this art-house?

Please, bear with the 45s of German dubbing or simply skip the intro…

Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?

Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it’s haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I make believe
That you are here
It’s the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you’re haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry

Ohhhh

At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you’re haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I think when you’re emotionally distraught, the corniest songs have the deepest meaning.
I love it. The wings lyrics remind me of Charles Baudslaire’s L’Albatros

There’s another Britney moment on it a bit earlier

My loneliness is killing me
(And I)
I must confess I still believe
When I’m not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

Deep…

Oh come on, leave Britney alone!

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July 8, 2013 at 09:32