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Hail, Hail
“If you tried to give rock and roll another name, you might call it ‘Chuck Berry’.” — John Lennon
This post is a weird double whammy. Actually, read on… It might even be a quadruple-whammy.
I was going through my digital music library and decided I’d clean it up a bit and make some space. I don’t know how I got to a really lo-res (56kbps!!!) version of Chuck Berry’s Memphis Tennessee.
And I remembered that John Lennon had nicked Come Together‘s opening line (Here come ol’ flat-top, he was movin’ up with me) from a Chuck Berry lyric. A few google search attempts later and I had discovered it was You Can’t Catch Me. I’d always thought it was Come on…
He’d later record a whole album of Rock’n’Roll standards in order to settle this royalties issue.
It’s funny, I usually post so many lyrics, and this is a lyric-initiated blogpost but it’s actually leading to a mostly instrumental theme. Bear with me…
I then realized John Lennon was also “inspired” for Sun King, another track on Abbey Road.
Forget about the lyrics: they’re mostly gibberish and Google translate didn’t recognize the Span-talian at the end.
Focus on the progression: it sounds a lot like a Fleetwood Mac instrumental called Albatross
And the worst part is Peter Green got his inspiration from Chuck Berry‘s Deep Feeling
http://youtu.be/PzvMr22q7Y0
Once again, we have the Chuck Berry connection…
But wait, there’s more!
It seems a lot of lesser-known musicians are still not credited by the big boys. Click here to read some more about about Jake Holmes and Led Zeppelin’s Dazed and Confused.
And all this “inspiration” took me straight back to that lyric from 1992: “Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, comes from r ‘n’ b and soul…”
Ahaha ahaha ….
Pockets of hate, rockets of love
It’s never too late, the change in the color of
The color of her, the color of him
It really doesn’t matter what skin you’re in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You can’t judge a man by looking at the marque
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, comes from r ‘n’ b and soul
Don’t leave me standing in the cold
I used to fake ‘I never grow old’
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, don’t leave me standing on the bleak
Don’t leave me stranded on the street
I see the light, I feel the heat
Blame it on you, blame it on me
Now let’s the race that won’t let’s get on history
Pain in my heart won’t let me be
Take it from me but don’t you take away my liberty
Father of coal, mother of pearl
Never too black to blush to pick up a white girl
The color of you, the color of me
You can’t judge a man by looking at the marque
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, comes from r ‘n’ b and soul
Don’t leave me standing in the cold
I used to fake ‘I never grow old’
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, don’t leave me standing on the bleak
Don’t leave me stranded on the street
I see the light, I feel the heat
Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Fats Domino
Here come Elvis, Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, comes from r ‘n’ b and soul ….
Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll, comes from r ‘n’ b and soul ….
Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Fats Domino
Here come Elvis, Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee
Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Bo Diddley, Fats Domino
Here come Elvis, Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee
I love everything about this song: the video, the lyrics, the story behind the album “Don’t Call Me Buckwheat” as well as Garland Jeffreys‘ crazy career.
But wait! there’s more… we go full circle once again: Hail hail rock ‘n’ roll is a documentary film that chronicles two concerts celebrating Chuck Berry‘s 60th birthday!!!
Post-Scriptum: As I was finishing this post I did a small research and realized John Lennon and Chuck Berry had actually played together on the Mike Douglas show in 1972!!! Thank you WFMU. I’ll leave you with a great version of the track that started this whole post!!!
Bound
Je suis allé au marché aux oiseaux
Et j’ai acheté des oiseaux
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché aux fleurs
Et j’ai acheté des fleurs
Pour toi
Mon amour
Je suis allé au marché à la ferraille
Et j’ai acheté des chaînes
De lourdes chaînes
Pour toi
Mon amour
Et je suis allé au marché aux esclaves
Et je t’ai cherchée
Mais je ne t’ai pas trouvée
Mon amour
Tell her I’ll be waiting
In the usual place
With the tired and weary
There’s no escape
To need a woman
You’ve got to know
How the strong get weak
And the rich get poor
You’re running with me
Don’t touch the ground
We’re the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
Slave to love
And I can’t escape
I’m a slave to love
Can you help me?
The storm is breaking
Or so it seems
We’re too young to reason
Too grown up to dream
And the spring is turning
Your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile
Slave to love
And I can’t escape
I’m a slave to love
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains.
And they ain’t the kind that you can see.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah.
Chains, well I can’t break away from these chains.
Can’t run around, ’cause I’m not free.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love won’t let me be, yeah.
I wanna tell you, pretty baby,
I think you’re fine.
I’d like to love you,
But, darlin’, I’m imprisoned by these
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains,
And they ain’t the kind that you can see,
Oh, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me.
Please believe me when I tell you,
Your lips are sweet.
I’d like to kiss them,
But I can’t break away from all of these
Chains, my baby’s got me locked up in chains.
And they ain’t the kind that you can see.
Whoa, oh, these chains of love got a hold on me, yeah.
Chains, chains of love
Cette chanson a également été reprise par les Beatles.
Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais tout ça me fait penser à la légende de Merlin l’enchanteur et de Viviane (La Dame du Lac). Commes toutes les légendes, il y a plusieurs déclinaisons mais en gros il l’aimait tellement qu’il lui a appris le sort qu’il savait qu’elle allait jeter sur lui pour qu’il devienne son “éternel amant”…
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
My body is a cage
That keeps me from dancing with the one I love
But my mind holds the key
I’m standing on the stage
Of fear and self-doubt
It’s a hollow play
But they’ll clap anyway
I’m living in an age
That calls darkness light
Though my language is dead
Still the shapes fill my head
I’m living in an age
Whose name I don’t know
Though the fear keeps me moving
Still my heart beats so slow
My body is a cage
We take what we’re given
Just because you’ve forgotten
Doesn’t mean you’re forgiven
I’m living in an age
Still turning in the night
But when I get to the doorway
There’s no one in sight
I’m living in an age
They’re laughing, I’m dancing
With the one I love
But my mind holds the key
Still next to me
My mind holds the key
Set my spirit free
Love ->
When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can’t define love
When it’s not love.
It’s not love.
It’s not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.
http://youtu.be/66wxY8H4Mu0
When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can’t define love
When it’s not love.
It’s not love.
It’s not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.
I’ve got two loves
I’ve got two loves
And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
They’re my two loves…
Count them one, two loves…
Count them one, two loves.
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire
It’s not love.
It’s not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.
Love → Building on Fire was the Talking Heads‘ first single. For more info on this song, click here.
To download it, click here.
For the book that I’m dying to read click here.
For the podcast that initiated this post, click <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/11/22/142550159/when-new-york
Time
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you don’t eat when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re a rock ‘n’ roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don’t let the sun blast your shadow
Don’t let the milk float ride your mind
They’re so natural – religiously unkind
Oh no love! you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
make you care
Oh no love! you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
You’re not alone
Just turn on with me and you’re not alone
Let’s turn on with me and you’re not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause you’re wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.
And I really recommend you watch this live version.
That’s the last song of the final Ziggy Stardust concert at the Hammersmith Odeon, London, on July 3, 1973. Before beginning the song, Bowie announced: “Everybody… this has been one of the greatest tours of our lives. I would like to thank the band. I would like to thank our road crew. I would like to thank our lighting people. Of all of the shows on this tour, this particular show will remain with us the longest because not only is it–not only is it the last show of the tour, but it’s the last show that we’ll ever do. Thank you.”
Of course he only meant he was killing off Ziggy. Thankfully he continued touring for another 30 years before disappearing a few years ago. I got to see him in the early noughties around the same time I saw Bob Dylan! Now that was a good year for concerts…
http://youtu.be/mZUhsxdV3VM
Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice she’s gone
Most of the time.
Most of the time it’s well understood
Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion ’til it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I’m halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don’t cheat on myself I don’t run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
On oublie le visage et l’on oublie la voix
Le coeur, quand ça bat plus, c’est pas la peine d’aller
Chercher plus loin, faut laisser faire et c’est très bien
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
L’autre qu’on adorait, qu’on cherchait sous la pluie
L’autre qu’on devinait au détour d’un regard
Entre les mots, entre les lignes et sous le fard
D’un serment maquillé qui s’en va faire sa nuit
Avec le temps tout s’évanouit
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
Même les plus chouettes souvenirs ça t’as une de ces gueules
A la Galerie je farfouille dans les rayons de la mort
Le samedi soir quand la tendresse s’en va tout seule
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
L’autre à qui l’on croyait pour un rhume, pour un rien
L’autre à qui l’on donnait du vent et des bijoux
Pour qui l’on eût vendu son âme pour quelques sous
Devant quoi l’on se traînait comme traînent les chiens
Avec le temps, va, tout va bien
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
On oublie les passions et l’on oublie les voix
Qui vous disaient tout bas les mots des pauvres gens
Ne rentre pas trop tard, surtout ne prends pas froid
Avec le temps…
Avec le temps, va, tout s’en va
Et l’on se sent blanchi comme un cheval fourbu
Et l’on se sent glacé dans un lit de hasard
Et l’on se sent tout seul peut-être mais peinard
Et l’on se sent floué par les années perdues
Alors vraiment
Avec le temps on n’aime plus.
Evidemment c’est une reprise de Léo Ferré… Mais j’adore cette version. Elle arrive à transmettre tellement en évitant les excès dramatiques de l’originale
If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I’ll be waiting
Time after time
And we end with a small jazzy bonus. Good night!
PS: For more info on the artwork illustrating this post, please click here
Where?
Well we know where we’re goin’
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowin’
But we can’t say what we’ve seen
And we’re not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
We’re on a ride to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride
http://youtu.be/AWtCittJyr0
I’m feelin’ okay this mornin’
And you know,
We’re on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don’t care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there…take you there
We’re on a road to nowhere
We’re on a road to nowhere
We’re on a road to nowhere
There’s a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it’s all right, baby, it’s all right
And it’s very far away
But it’s growing day by day
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right
Would you like to come along
And to help me sing this song
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right
They can tell you what to do
But they’ll make a fool of you
And it’s all right, baby, it’s all right
We’re on a road to nowhere
http://youtu.be/C1_C4lC-wOc
Said to the man at the railroad station
“I want a ticket, just for one”
He said, “well, if you insist
Where you wanna go, a miss? Oh”
Destination anywhere
East or west, I don’t care
You see my baby don’t want me no more
This old world, ain’t got no back door
Mixing it up slightly here. Have you seen The Commitments? Haven’t seen it in ages. I’m scared it might’ve not aged too well. So the Youtube link is the film version, but the download link above is the Marvelettes’.
So we’ve been from nowhere to anywhere…
http://youtu.be/6lBAPBzADxo
Sultry in the summer heat.
I know with you we can’t be beat.
Take me somewhere.
Take me somewhere.
Take me somewhere.
Why don’t you take me somewhere?
http://youtu.be/jbsaj0XHUeg
Can you hear me calling
Out your name
You know that I’m falling
And I don’t know what to say
Come along baby
We better make a start
You better make it soon
Before you break my heart
Oh I…
I want to be with you everywhere
Do you have the impression you’ve heard a recent cover of this song?
Or maybe it was just Cut Copy’s Take Me Over?
To lead a better life I need my love to be here…
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there’s something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn’t know he’s there
I want her everywhere and if she’s beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there
I want her everywhere and if she’s beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I’m always there
I will be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
And Bob will sign us off…
I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Walk
Sometimes you ask yourself who works in advertising…
It reminds me of that Bill Hicks routine.
http://youtu.be/gDW_Hj2K0wo
How sexist can you go?
I’ve heard that Lebanon is the only place in the World with McDonald’s Valet and Delivery.
People buy their license / They don’t need to learn how to park / there’s always Valet… Totally Clueless (1995)
Josh: You want to practice parking?
Cher: What’s the point? Everywhere you go has valet.
http://youtu.be/yRkovnss7sg
You keep saying you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You’ve been a’messin’ where you shouldn’t ‘ve been a’messin’
And now someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’
You keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’
What’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing where you shouldn’t be playing
And you keep thinking that you’ll never get burnt (HAH)
Well, I’ve just found me a brand new box of matches (YEAH)
And what he knows you ain’t had time to learn
These boots are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots?
Start walkin’
If you like this track, you can also download the French version here.
So I was discussing this post with someone last night and we were trying to find uplifting walking song: Walk This Way, I Walk The Line, Walk On The Wild Side… But the only ones that stuck were the sad ones
http://youtu.be/PjzsnNkL-7o
Each step is moving, it’s moving me up
moving, it’s moving me up
Every step is moving me up
moving me up, moving, moving me up
Every step is
moving me up
One tiny, tiny,
tiny move
It’s all I need
And I jump over
Every step is moving me up
This is how we walk on the moon
This is how we walk on the moon
Let’s stay in this mood and continue some more.
http://youtu.be/aziusikkfZM
Sad as a painted clown, a beautiful boy in an ugly town
but when your circus closes down don’t walk away from me
you’ve been asleep too long, the birds are bruises in the dawn
the pounds of flesh between us stretch as far as you can see
But all you ever do is walk away
See the idiot walk
See the idiot talk
See the idiot chalk up his name on the blackboard
See the robot walk
See the robot talk
See the robot write up his name on the ballot
They say, this is all I need to get by
The truth is, baby, it’s a lie
And here’s a bonus to see you off: The disclaimer you can find at the door of a number of place around town. Makes you wonder if they actually thought it through:
“Please keep the motor running, I’m gonna pick something up from the register. And please don’t mind the AK47 on the passenger seat…”
Game over
Here we are, still together
We are one…
So much time, wasted,
Playing games with love
So many tears I’ve cried
So much pain inside
But baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
So many years we’ve tried
To keep our love alive
But baby it ain’t over ’til it’s over
How many times
Did we give up
But we always worked things out
And all my doubts and fears
Kept me wondering, yeahhh
If I’d always, always be in love…
I drink a coffee every morning
It comes from a place that’s far away
And when I’m done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy
What is closer to the truth
Is if I lived ’til I was one-hundred and two
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
I don’t want to get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right and just smile all night
At somebody new, somebody not too bright but sweet and kind
Who would try to get you off my mind, I could leave this agony behind
Which is just what I’d do if I wanted to but I don’t want to get over you
‘Cause I don’t want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don’t exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of
I could listen to all my friends and go out again
And pretend it’s enough or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
Smoke clove, cigarettes and drink Vermouth
Like I was 17, that would be a scream but I don’t want to get over you
Bare with me
Baby let me be, your lovin teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck, and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be your teddy bear.
I don’t wanna be a tiger
Cause tigers play too rough
I don’t wanna be a lion
Cause lions aint the kind
You love enough.
Just wanna be, your teddy bear
Put a chain around my neck
And lead me anywhere
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.
Baby let me be, around you every night
Run your fingers through my hair,
And cuddle me real tight
I enjoy both cuddles and nakedness, but the image illustrating this post sums it up for me. I’ve got a newsclipping of it ever since I went to a Takashi Murakami exhibition a few years ago.
Look at all the details. You can also imagine the friction burns on her knees if you want.
Ah, nostalgia: it takes me back to my teens watching lotsa Hentai and preferring the purple-haired dolls to the girls around me. Hmmm…
Anyway, for more info on the artist and the Superflat movement click here.
Now let’s stick with cuddly and run with it some more.
http://youtu.be/AyU26Rhiab0
You’re not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy
You’re not the only choo choo train
that was left out in the rain
the day after Santa came
You’re not the only charity light
that was left in the night
who gave up without a fight, yeah
You’re not the only cuddly toy
that was ever enjoyed
by any boy
You’re not the kind of girl to tell your mother
the kind of company you keep
I never told you that I’d love no other
you must have dreamed it in your sleep…
Cuddly Toy was a hit for the Monkees in the sixties but Nilsson’s acoustic demo is so much better.
OK, “bare with me” we still have one last track. Not a real surprise but it allows me to move back from my teens to my childhood.
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature’s recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
[…]
And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want that can’t be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it…
Those were my words of wisdom for the day. And here’s Louis Armstrong’s version as a parting gift.
This is the day
We’re never as bad as we fear nor as good as we would like – some uke player’s tai chi teacher.
I found these words of wisdom online during my preparation for today: I sing on stage for the first time in less than 3 hours. Just me and my ukulele…
This is the day – your life will surely change
This is the day – when things fall into place
Listen to the lyrics. I love this song but I won’t be covering it because I can’t sing it without tearing up in a horrible bout of self-pity…
But, let’s avoid the drama: I’ll be fine. I just needed an excuse to post some day-related tracks.
But I still remember that day we met in December
Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby!
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: “no please, stay here,”
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he’d come home Monday
I stayed up waitin’, anticipatin’ and pacin’ but he was
Chasing paper
“Caught up in the game” that was the last I heard
I will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that you’re mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
He went out every night
And baby that’s alright
I told you that no matter what you did i’d be by your side
Cause Ima ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit, at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more-but that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin all night
Then they took you away- stole you out of my life
You just need to remember….
Will love you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you’ll remember that your mine
Baby can you see through the tears?
Love you more
Than those bitches before
Say you’ll remember, oh baby, say you’ll remember
I will love you till the end of time
Forget the hype, the fact that she might be a well packaged product and/or a poor little rich girl… or even that it sounds like a million other things including Mazzy Star. It’s a great catchy track and I love it.
Anyway, so here we are / it’s the end of december and one of the tracks I thought of covering was Leonard Cohen’s “Famous Blue Raincoat”. I have a deep voice but he’s over a billion floors above me in the tower of song. Plus I promised myself I wouldn’t sing any sad songs. I’ll just post them.
http://youtu.be/hAanOLTsFGc
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane’s awake —
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen
Grind
My face is finished
my body’s gone
and I can’t help but think
standin’ up here in all this applause
and gazin’ down at all the young and the beautiful
with their questioning eyes
that I must above all things love myself
Nick Cave just pulled the plug on Grinderman, his horny/sleazy side-project that released 2 albums and toured for the last few years.
http://youtu.be/lL3dNfxcpnw
I saw a girl in the crowd
I ran over I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
but she said that she didn’t want to
I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed my hair across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
that she just didn’t want to
I read her Eliot and I read her Yeats
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
but still she just never wanted to
I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her honey bee, I called her love
but she just still didn’t want to
she just never wants to
Damn!
I sent her every type of flower
I played the guitar by the hour
I patted her revolting little chihuahua
but still she just didn’t want to
I wrote a song with 100 lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
but she just even then didn’t want to
she just never wants to
I thought I’d try another ‘tack
I’d drink a liter of cognac
I threw her down upon her back
but she just laughed and said she just didn’t want to
I thought I’d have another go
I called her my little whore
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel when
she said that she just never wanted to
she just didn’t want to
I got the no pussy blues
When you think sleaze and horniness, Prince comes to mind of course. Here’s one of his sexiest tracks off Purple Rain.
http://youtu.be/3XmxijQfMow
I knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how’d u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind
She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn’t believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind
Nikki
The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can’t tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin’ will kick your behind
Oh, she’ll show u no mercy
But she’ll sho’nuff sho’nuff show u how 2 grind
Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn’t there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone unmber on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind
Oh, Nikki, ohhhh
come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind
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