Archive for the ‘Call and response’ Category
Christmas sucks
Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree
I need no excuse to end my misery
this holiday season is all the more reason to die.
http://youtu.be/9XBdo3o31Ns
Oh, pull up a stool and an ear to a fool
once found some solace in the season of yule
this holiday season is all the more reason to cry.
I put on my mittens, one green and one red
and I walk alone where they bury the dead
the snow falls as I breath its a death rock
christmas eve.
The bottle is empty,
the sleigh has a flat,
the striper in my bed is ugly and fat,
her tassles are tangled and what’s worse – my jingle won’t jangle.
This time of the year makes me sick to my guts
all this good cheer is a pain in the nuts
when it’s your career to be down in the dumps
tidings of comfort and joy really suck.
I feel like St. Nicolas is pulling my leg
this thing we call christmas is a sorry black plague
this holiday season is….
… all the more reason to die
This song is actually by a band called Porn Orchard, who impersonate Tom Waits and Peter Murphy (Bauhaus). It’s called “This Holiday Season” but has been circulating under the name “Christmas sucks”. For more info click here. You can try to find the original album on Amazon or you can just download a lo-res version here.
However Tom Waits did sing the most famous Christmas tune as advertised on this German compilation
http://youtu.be/T0XlqPSdvhY
But it doesn’t really convey the mood I’m in. I think Monty Python‘s Eric Idle put it best in the following song.
Fuck Christmas!
It’s a waste of fucking time
Fuck Santa
He’s just out to get your dime,
Fuck Holly and Fuck Ivy
And fuck all that mistletoe
White-bearded big fat bastards
Ringing bells where e’er you go
And bloated men in shopping malls
All going Ho-Ho-Ho
It’s fucking Christmas time again!
Fuck Christmas
It’s a fucking Disney show
Fuck reindeer
And all that fucking snow
Fuck carols
And fuck Rudolph
And his stupid fucking nose
And fucking sleigh bells tinkling
Everywhere you fucking goes
Fuck stockings and fuck shopping
It just drives us all insane.
Go tell the elves
To fuck themselves
It’s Christmas time again!
Yes I’m a mean Grinch, grouch, whatever you want to call me.
Can’t stand the potlatch, the traffic, the “festive” mood and the extra weight you gain during the holiday season… The next ten days will really be the Nightmare Before Christmas!
Movin’
I just moved. It’s weird. Tonight’s my first night in a new bed, in a new room in a new flat with flatmates (!!).
I don’t know why I just remembered an ad: There are no old Porsches, Just new owners…
Anyway… the internet connexion isn’t as fast but change is always a good thing, or so they say.
People movin’ out
People movin’ in
Very catchy track that samples the opening line from The Temptations’ Ball Of Confusion (That’s What The World Is Today)
http://youtu.be/5Qh-8ZMoLeY
People movin’ out
People movin’ in
Why, because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run, but you sho’ can’t hide
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Vote for me, and I’ll set you free
Rap on brother, rap on
Well, the only person talkin’
‘Bout love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems,
Nobody is interested in learnin’
But the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration,
Integration, aggravation,
Humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball of Confusion
That’s what the world is today
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walk around with
Their heads in the sky
Cities aflame in the summer time
And, the beat goes on
Air pollution, revolution, gun control,
Sound of soul
Shootin’ rockets to the moon
Kids growin’ up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will
Solve everything
And the band played on
So round ‘n’ round ‘n’ round we go
Where the world’s headed, nobody knows
Just a Ball of Confusion
Oh yea, that’s what the wold is today
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast,
The Beatles’ new record’s a gas
And the only safe place to live is
On an indian reservation
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction
City inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand,
Population out of hand
Suicide, too many bills, hippies movin’
To the hills
People all over the world, are shoutin’
End the war
And the band played on.
This Motown song was released in 1970! The lyrics are still completely relevant (except for The Beatles’ new record bit… But who’d have said that we’d see the Beach Boys’ Smile Sessions in 2011?!)
Let’s stick with this song a little bit longer. A few years ago, I went cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs / I mean mashups. Here’s Go Home Productions’s Rolling Confusion
I think you can still download it here. It mixes the Temptations with the Stones’ Gimme Shelter and Street Fighting man.
Which reminds me: go download this live album now. Street Fighting Man is particularly exceptional.
http://youtu.be/lecR7-TJ_dg
It showcases one of the Stones’ unsung heroes Mick Taylor who left the band shortly after that tour, and as my dear friend Serge says: it feels like some proto-post-punk at the end / Gang of Four, any one?
OK, I’m getting tired. this connexion is making blogging a real achievement. Hint hint nudge nudge flatmates: we need to move on up! bandwidth-wise in this case…
Secret
This blog is just some “reeds to talk to”: King Midas has donkey ears.
This guy is clearly not using it so I might as well steal his concept…
Do you remember that dialogue from In the Mood For love?
Chow Mo-wan: In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn’t want to share… you know what they did?
Ah Ping: Have no idea.
Chow Mo-wan: They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever.
Ah Ping: What a pain! I’d just go to get laid.
Chow Mo-wan: Not everyone’s like you.
Listen,
Do you want to know a secret?,
Do you promise not to tell?, whoa oh, oh.
Closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Say the words you long to hear
http://youtu.be/UQG8fGXQBYo
It’s no secret that a friend is someone who lets you help
It’s no secret that a liar won’t believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I’m telling you, child
It’s no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It’s no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
Can you keep a secret?
Honestly, no?
If I know a good story,
It bubbles out of me,
Like weeds from the ground.
Can you keep a secret?
Okay, I will try.
But sooner or later,
The volcano’s crater
Will erupt again.
Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt, again.
Erupt, erupt, erupt, erupt, again.
I can’t keep it inside.
Can you keep a secret?
What choice do I have?
The door that you’ve opened,
The seal that you’ve broken,
You cannot shut now.
Can you keep a secret?
Well, why do you ask?
It’s clear from the gallery,
You’re dying to tell me
What’s been going on.
You can’t keep it inside.
You can’t keep it inside.
You can’t keep it inside.
For the sake of this post, here’s a guilty secret: I just love Madonna’s late nineties/early noughties fast guitar tracks like this one and definitely this one:
http://youtu.be/sedhkVMYAuo
Happiness lies in your own hand
It took me much too long to understand
How it could be
Until you shared your secret with me
I don’t know why, but I’ve always deliberately sung it “A penis lies in her own hands…”
Is that what you call a happy ending?
Once again, unforeseen full-circle has been reached. Good night!
Freedom
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
Full of great one-liners:
I’d trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.
I discovered Janis’ version of this track on her posthumous album Pearl (1971). And then I found the above version which is even better on a compilation. And then I slowly went up the food chain to Kris Kristofferson’s original song and the album of the same name. It was actually re-released under that name in order to cash in on Joplin’s success. It had been been released a year earlier as Kristofferson and I have to thank my “penpal” for refreshing my memory.
Remember when we were children, parents encouraged us to communicate with children our own age but in far away countries to develop language and communication skills? Well let’s just say that I’ve had a little help from my friends on this post, as I do on most of them actually. So here’s a downloadable video snippet by the man himself as well as a couple of Youtube videos.
http://youtu.be/bEDPsgXzhsI
http://youtu.be/Ig-STFXX_eQ
Anyway we’re gonna continue with freedom fighters covered by outstanding vocalists
At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me
And now love please listen
To what I say
I can’t go on living life this way
I’ve tried and I’ve tried
To make you see
You call this love
All this lying, my friend, it just can’t be
At last I am free
I can hardly see in front of me
I can hardly see in front of me
And now love, please hold me
Come closer, my dear
It feels so good, just having you near
But who am I fooling
When I know it’s not real?
I can’t hide
All this hurt and pain inside I feel
I discovered this track through Robert Wyatt’s version. Turns out it’s a Chic song (As in Le Freak c’est Chic / Freak out! Nile Rodgers keeps blowing me away…)
http://youtu.be/tEDsHs1k9oo
And of course there’s the Liz Fraser / Cocteau Twins version I found on a Rough Trade compilation
“Are we there yet?”
What’s the point?
One last song for the road in 4 different versions
http://youtu.be/BNyRU0fKHAY
Set me free, why don’t cha babe
Get out my life, why don’t cha babe
‘Cause you don’t really love me
You just keep me hangin’ on
You don’t really need me
But you keep me hangin’ on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don’t you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you’ve gotten over me
As a boy raised in the 80s, Kim Wilde still triggers something in me. That was the first version I heard of this amazingly empowering song. “I will survive” can go jump off a cliff as far as I’m concerned. But then in the 90s I got into this whole 60s-70s phase and discovered Vanilla Fudge’s psychedelic version.
http://youtu.be/s5WMh9BAFmM
Of course, in the noughties a friend then introduced me to Tim (aka Jeff’s Dad) Buckley and his medley
But it wasn’t until last September that I got slapped in the face by the original version. And boy did I (and do I still) deserve it
That’s all folks!
and to end on a “lighter” note here’s Blue Mel!
Affection
I just want some affection
I just want some affection
I don’t want no hoochie-coochie mama
No back door woman
No Queen Street sex thing
I want a tiger on bended knees
With all the kindness of the Japanese
I just want some affection
I wish I heard voices
Wish I was a telephone
The Go-Betweens’ first single,released in 1978. The master tapes for this and the second single were lost, forcing all reissues of these songs to be made from the vinyl.
The guitar reminds me – a lot – of Patti Smith’s Dancing Barefoot
she is benediction
she is addicted to thee
she is the root connection
she is connecting with he
here I go and I don’t know why
I fell so ceaselessly
could it be he’s taking over me…
I’m dancing barefoot
heading for a spin
some strange music draws me in
makes me come on like some heroin/e
There are great versions on youtube: live in 1979, live with Johnny Depp and Eddie Vedder. And of course there are the cover versions: Feelies and U2. That’s actually how I discovered this song / Threesome soundtrack 1994
It’s weird, that guitar chug reminds me of Patti Smith’s best-known song, the opening track on Horses: Gloria. It’s a cover of a Van Morrison / Them song, that was also covered by Jim Morrison and the Doors, but you knew that. Didn’t you?
http://youtu.be/S_j7i_ZVfxw
The words are just rules and regulations to Patti:
Jesus died for somebody’s sins, but not mine
meltin’ in a pot of thieves
wild card up my sleeve
slick heart of stone
my sins my own
they belong to me, me
and Jim well he does what he does best:
You were my queen and I was your fool,
Riding home after school.
You took me home
To your house.
Your father’s at work,
Your mama’s out shopping around.
Check me into your room.
Show me your thing.
Why’d you do it baby?
Getting softer – slow it down, etc.
Now you show me your thing.
Wrap your legs around my neck,
Wrap your arms around my feet,
Wrap your hair around my skin.
I’m gonna huh – all right, ok, yeah.
It’s getting harder – It’s getting too darn fast, etc.
Come on, now, let’s get it on.
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Make me feel all right!
And if you want one last version, check out this live Van Morrison / John Lee Hooker duet from 1989.
random
fuck internet in this country
why does it have to bug at 2.15 when you want to post some useless information (supposed to fire my imagination… I can’t get no…)
so randomness it is
Went to the Sophie Calle talk
probably was interesting for the laymen… how do you write that: lame-men?
anyway, if you know her work you didn’t miss much
restlessness is my middle name
bad mood
grumpy but with an urge to break loose
so alcohol (minimum 250ml of vodka)
and anything else that can help
Fucking “trou de boulette” / I just bought that sweater!
Depuis que j’fume pu d’shit
Je m’ rappelle de mes rêves
J’ai pris conscience que le temps passe
Et que la vie est brève
Je suis bien dans la rue
Je suis bien dans ma tête
Et dans mes sweat-shirts et mes pulls
Je n’ai plus d’ trou d’ boulette
J’ fais du sport
Je m’ lève à huit heures
Finies les grasses mat’ interminables
Jusqu’à quatre heures
Ch’ uis plus vif
Et j’ me trouve plus beau
Finis les yeux rouges
Le teint pale et la parano
Depuis qu’ je fume p’us d’ shit
J’ai d’ la conversation
Je suis plus tout seul dans mon coin
A flipper comme un con
J’ peux aborder une femme
Sans m’ poser trop d’ questions
Depuis qu’ j’ai arrête les joints
J’me sens moins con
J’me sens léger
Comme un albatros
Finies les recherches a quat’ pattes
Pour un bout d’ matos
J’ai la pêche
Et ch’ uis plus sympa
Finie la drogue scotchée dans mon pyjama
Depuis qu’ je fume pu d’shit
Depuis qu’ je fume pu d’shit
J’ai p’us des yeux d’cobaye
Je vais plus à l’ANPE
J’ai trouve du travail
Ch’ uis vach’ment positif
J’fais du ukulélé
Depuis qu’ j’ai arrête les spliffs
J’regarde plus la télé
J’me sens tranquille
Vach’ment moins débile
Finie la tune foutue en l’air
Pour du Tchernobyl
Chui moins mou
J’ai pu peur de tout
Finies les heures
Omnubilé par un p’tit bout
Et puis bien ya je refume du shit… mais je ne trouve pas de video. voila les paroles
depuis que je refume du shit.
j’ai oublié mes reves.
j’ai plus consciance que la vie passe.
et que la vie est breve.
je suis mal dans la rue.
et jsuis mal dans ma tete.
et dans les affaires.
j’ai plein de ? boulette.
je fais plus de sport.
jme leve a pu d’heure.
et jfais des grace mat’. jusqu’a 4 heures.
jsuis moins vif.
et jme trouve moins gros.
bonjour les yeux rouge.
la parano.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
j’ai plus de conversation.
et jsuis tout seul dans mon. coin a flipper comme un con.
jpeux plus abordé de femme.
parce que jme pose trop de question.
depuis que j’ai repris les joints jsuis con.
jme sens a l’ouest.
jfume trop de dose.
bonjour les recherches pour un bon matos.
j’ai pas la peche.
et jsuis pas sympa.
bonjour les drogues douces skotchés dans mon pygama.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
de de de
depuis que jrefume du shit.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
(hein qu’est ce que tu dis toi hein toi qu’est ce tu dis faut que jmen aille moi)
depuis que jrefume du shit.
hey qu’est ce qu’on fais.
aller cadillac.
ta rien compris.
aller vient cadillac.
mais qu’est ce tu raconte.
pourquoi.
faut tu t’y fasse.
nan mais ? mc salo.
quoi qu’est ce qui spasse.
j’en sais pas plus que toi cadillac.
mais qu’est ce qu’on nous fais cadillac.
depuis que jrefume du shit.
anyway… c’est vraiment n’importe quoi
Toxic Avenger, Orelsan.
J’suis pas là pour faire de la philo
Et j’sais pas danser non plus
La chorégraphie c’est quand je titube
Ma ma ma, fine équipe débarque
On a vidé quelques litres avant d’sortir de chez moi
On a rempli deux voitures avec que des gars
J’connais l’videur mais j’crois qui m’connait pas
J’ai les mains moites, les pupilles écarlates
J’sais pas comment j’ai fait pour renter dans la boite
Une fois d’plus au même endroit avec mes pumps et ma chaine en bois
T’es sans emploi mais tu claques un demi smic
Pendant qu’ Pimp et redman remix eurythmics
Pendant que j’cherche une victime pour taxer une cigarette
Éventuellement pour passer la nuit avec
Trop d’grammes sous la casquette
Dim pimp vodka coca gin fiz monte à la tête
Essaye de concurrencer cours à ta perte
Le bling bling fait de l’ombre à la boule à facette.
Mais j’en ai rien à foutre de la danse du moment
Bouge ton corps n’importe comment
Après la boite on retourne ton appartement
Bouge ton corps n’importe comment
and no, I didn’t go to BO18. Not tonight…
Pendu
Perhaps if they’d hanged Jesus Christ we’d all be kneeling in front of a fucking gibbet! – Denis Dimbleby Bagley in “How to Get Ahead in Advertising”.
http://youtu.be/mJQHdhjQXgg
Find it (probably at Chico, you Lebanese-based readers) and watch it. And while you’re at it, watch Bruce Robinson’s first hit: Whitnail and I.
This opening quote reminds me of another quote, this time by Bill Hicks: “A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. Do you think when Jesus comes back he ever wants to see a fuckin’ cross? It’s kind of like going up to Jackie Onassis with a rifle pendant on.”
But I’m getting side-tracked here. I want to talk to you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat Sorry I meant my name. It translates as the hanged godslave or worshipper depending on how you translate Abd.
Don’t worry Mâ, it’s not a suicidal post.
I’ve been listening to music non-stop for the last few months. It’s invasive and intrusive and it follows me into the bathroom. So I popped a beautiful sampler compilation called Le Siècle d’Or into my sound system when I went to shower today and I randomly got 2 songs with hangings…
One day, I’ll tell you about the family legends regarding our surname. In the meantime, here are the two tracks…
Nos ficelles,
Tu m’as sauvé de la vie,
Ficelle,
Soit donc bénie
Car, grâce à toi j’ai rendu l’esprit,
Je me suis pendu cette nuit… et depuis…
Je chante!
Je chante soir et matin,
Je chante
Sur les chemins,
Je hante les fermes et les châteaux,
Un fantôme qui chante, on trouve ça rigolo
Et je couche,
La nuit sur l’herbe des bois,
Les mouches
Ne me piquent pas
Je suis heureux, ça va, j’ai plus faim,
Et je chante, sur mon chemin.
Followed by a Brassens classic
Pas besoin d’être Jérémie,
Pour d’viner l’sort qui m’est promis,
S’ils trouv’nt une corde à leur goût,
Ils me la passeront au cou,
Je ne fait pourtant de tort à personne,
En suivant les ch’mins qui n’mènent pas à Rome,
Mais les brav’s gens n’aiment pas que
L’on suive une autre route qu’eux,
Non les brav’s gens n’aiment pas que
L’on suive une autre route qu’eux,
Tout l’mond’ viendra me voir pendu,
Sauf les aveugles, bien entendu.
La Mauvaise Réputation
And to end it, we have 2 small clips of their meeting on French TV. It’s amazing to see Brassens in awe in front of his childhood hero!
Satisfaction
‘…he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
http://youtu.be/Lx0bLBk-BNM
When I’m drivin’ in my car
and a man comes on the radio
he’s tellin’ me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.
I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.
When I’m watchin’ my TV
and a man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.
I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no girly action.
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no.
When I’m ridin’ round the world
and I’m doin’ this and I’m signing that
and I’m tryin’ to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
’cause you see I’m on losing streak.
I can’t get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that’s what I say.
I can’t get no, I can’t get no,
I can’t get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.
Rolling Stones
Devo
Cat Power
How many times have you heard someone say,
“If I had money, I would do things my way.”
But little they know, that it’s so hard to find
one rich man in ten, with a satisfied mind.
Money can’t buy back all your youth when you’re old,
a friend when you’re lonely, or peace to your soul.
The wealthiest person, is a pauper at times
compared to the man with a satisfied mind.
When my life is over and my time has run out,
my friends and my loved ones, I will leave there’s no doubt.
But one thing’s for certain, when it comes my time,
I’ll leave this old world with a satisfied mind.
But one thing’s for certain, when it comes my time,
I’ll leave this old world with a satisfied mind mind mind, mind mind,
satisfied mind.
Johnny Cash
Jeff Buckley
And, no this picture isn’t two girls one cup, it’s Gossip Girl… Why did I stop watching it? Even Terry Richardson found time to take pictures… and if you know what’s good for you will not click on the first link at the top of this google search. NSFW and definitely not safe for you!!! Why don’t you read about it first and maybe have a look at reactions before you venture there…
Don’t do it.
trust me
it’s not worth it…
Daylight
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
and moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
and found myself alone
alone
alone
above a raging sea
that stole the only girl I loved
and drowned her deep inside of me
http://youtu.be/ZTGSyqa_NJM
Good morning life
Good morning sun how are your skies above
Gee it’s great to be alive and in love
Yeah, right whatever. That’s not how I feel right now. But it’s a great opening track to a really well-done animation short I saw two days ago. Turns out they even won an oscar for it. Check it out if you have 15min to spare.
In the meantime, here’s another opening track that’s been haunting me ever since I overheard it from the other room a year or two ago. I saw bits and pieces of Sopranos, but I always felt a tingle go down my spine when I heard this song.
http://youtu.be/CWUW2Vcb_-k
I’m gonna take you down
Deep down to the front lines
You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Mama always said you’d be
The Chosen One.
She said: You’re one in a million
You’ve got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
You woke up this morning
All that love had gone,
Your Papa never told you
About right and wrong.
But you’re looking good, baby,
I believe you’re feeling fine,(shame about it),
Born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes.
Chorus
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
The world turned upside down,
Thing’s ain’t been the same
Since the Blues walked into town.
But you’re one in a million
You’ve got that shotgun shine. (shame about it)
Born under a bad sign,
With a blue moon in your eyes.
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
You woke up this morning
Got a blue moon in your eyes
When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong.
Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes,
like a voice telling you there was something you should
know. Last night you were flying but today you’re so low
– ain’t it times like these that make you wonder if
you’ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to
the others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and
brothers. Don’t you wish you didn’t function, don’t you wish you
didn’t think beyond the next paycheck and the next little
drink? Well you do so make up your mind to go on, ?cos
when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.
woke up this morning,
woke up this morning,
woke up this morning,
You wanna be the Chosen One.
woke up this morning,
woke up this morning,
woke up this morning,
You got yourself a gun.
Simple transition: Alabama 3 -> Alabama Song -> Doors (Sorry, not Kurt Weill this time).
Is everybody in?
is everybody in?
is everybody in?
the ceremony is about to begin
Wake up!
You can’t remember where it was
Had this dream stopped?
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
choose now, they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.
Indians scattered,
On dawn’s highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child’s,
Fragile eggshell mind
My fragile eggshell mind has been desperately looking for a cure
http://youtu.be/RS_ux2H473I
show me
show me
show me
how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream
she said
the one that makes me laugh
she said
and threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it
and i promise you
i promise that i’ll run away with you
i’ll run away with you
spinning on that dizzy edge
i kissed her face and kissed her head
and dreamed of all the different ways i had
to make her glow
why are you so far away?
she said
but won’t you ever know that i’m in love with you?
that i’m in love with you?
you
soft and only
you
lost and lonely
you
strange as angels
dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
you’re just like a dream…
you’re just like a dream…
daylight licked me into shape
i must have been asleep for days
and moving lips to breathe her name
i opened up my eyes
and found myself alone
alone
alone
above a raging sea
that stole the only girl i loved
and drowned her deep inside of me
you
soft and only
you
lost and lonely
you
just like heaven
That’s more like it: Teenage heartbreak in all its glory. Choking up, tearing up and dancing. It’s funny how so many 80s songs get you dancing to the saddest lyrics in the world.
Last but not least, for more info on Eric Fischl’s painting “Bad Boy – 1981” that illustrates this post, please check this Believer interview
Change
You’re perfect
Don’t please don’t change a thing
Ne change rien pour que tout soit différent
Jeanne Balibar released Paramour in 2003. This track samples a sentence by JLG from Histoire(s) du cinéma. It’s also the title of a Pedro Costa documentary on Balibar that I haven’t seen yet.
And what’s a paramour?
A lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person…
Tell me a line make it easy for me
Open your arms
Dance with me until I feel all right
It’s good in the dark, good in the dark
But into the lover’s light
Here comes another fight
So ring the alarm, ring the alarm
Bar me and hold me and cling to my arm
Here it comes, here it comes
And what you’re asking me now, disastrous now
Hoping and hoping and hoping
The feeling goes away
Never change, never change, never change, never change
Never change, never change, never change
This is why I fell in love oooh
Never change, never change, never change, never change
Never change, never change, never change
That’s just too up there in love with
(in love…)
This is the time the very best time
So give me a line and take me home
Take me over
But dashing the hopes dashing the hopes
And smashing the pride
The morning’s got you on the ropes .. ooh
And love is a murderer, love is a murderer
But if she calls you tonight
Everything is all right
Yeah, we know
And love is a curse shoved in a hearse
Love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry
And this is coming from me
But I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love
(fall in love)
[repeat]
Turn on the light make it easy for me
Fill the divide fumble in the kitchen
Til it’s right
What an awful sight
But there’s love in your eyes
Love in your eyes, love in your eyes
But maybe that’s just what your lover finds
All night!
But I can change, I can change, I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change, I can change
If it helps you fall in love
Actually I can’t change. An the real trigger to all this was driving around Beirut and listening to this song. Madison Square Garden version. It was emotional! The closing song of their last concert. But I’m turning soft… Caught myself crying while watching this!!!
Replace NY by Beirut. Replace it by the name of a loved one or by your own name. There’ll always be a moment where the lyrics will go click and the tears will start streaming. James Murphy is just gorgeous but let’s avoid the drama and end it with the famous Kermit video…
New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down
Like a rat in a cage
Pulling minimum wage
New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down
New York, you’re safer
And you’re wasting my time
Our records all show
You are filthy but fine
But they shuttered your stores
When you opened the doors
To the cops who were bored
Once they’d run out of crime
New York, you’re perfect
Don’t please don’t change a thing
Your mild billionaire mayor’s
Now convinced he’s a king
So the boring collect
I mean all disrespect
In the neighborhood bars
I’d once dreamt I would drink
New York, I Love You
But you’re freaking me out
There’s a ton of the twist
But we’re fresh out of shout
Like a death in the hall
That you hear through your wall
New York, I Love You
But you’re freaking me out
New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down
New York, I Love You
But you’re bringing me down
Like a death of the heart
Jesus, where do I start?
But you’re still the one pool
Where I’d happily drown
And oh.. Take me off your mailing list
For kids that think it still exists
Yes, for those who think it still exists
Maybe I’m wrong
And maybe you’re right
Maybe I’m wrong
And myabe you’re right
Maybe you’re right
Maybe I’m wrong
And just maybe you’re right
And Oh..
Maybe mother told you true
And they’re always be something there for you
And you’ll never be alone
But maybe she’s wrong
And maybe I’m right
And just maybe she’s wrong
Maybe she’s wrong
And maybe I’m right
And if so, here’s this song
Audiogrammes 
