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message 1: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony Feels good to not be restricted by hate...I had these lyrics running through my mind this morning...so I thought I'd start a thread about song lyrics we like. Here we go.:)

Sparklehorse-Gold Days

good morning my child
stay with me a while
you not got any place to be
won't you sit a spell with me

you've got diamonds for eyes
it's time for you to rise
and evaporate
in the sun
sometimes it can weigh
a ton

keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child

a necklace of leaves
spirits in the trees
and drown all the clocks 'til there's none
little indian in the sun

keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child

ha-ah, ha-ah, ha-ah, hah-ahh

good morning my child
stay with me a while
and evaporate in the sun
sometimes it can weigh a ton

keep all your crows away
hold skinny wolves at bay
in silver piles of smiles
may all your days be gold my child
may all your days be gold my child
may all your days be gold my child
may all your days be gold my child


message 2: by Shelly (new)

Shelly who is that? i like.
here's one of mine:
(elvis costello and the imposters)

Once upon another time
If you had the need
I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walking
'Cos someone put the hurt in you
For every one to see
And you only have to speak to tell your fortune

There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there

Once you told me fairytales
Everybody knows
But I didn't care for their prediction
Now you say you're leaving me
And packing up your clothes
I finally see you were a work of fiction

There's a story in your walk
And you crumble just like chalk
I could say that I was sorry
But I wouldn't mean it much
There are pages I can't touch
And something that's been torn out of this chapter

Far away, not far enough
'Cos I can still recall
How it felt when I read that last sentence
Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all
And hide myself from all hope of repentance

There's a story in your eyes
Cheap sunglasses might disguise
But when the bedroom light reveals
All that bravado and that fright
That you cover up in spite
Attempts to strip away this fabrication

There's a story in your voice
Both by damage and by choice
It tells of promises and pleasure
And a tale of wine and woe
The uneasy time to come
And the long way 'round we go to get there


message 3: by RandomAnthony (last edited Feb 20, 2008 09:44AM) (new)

RandomAnthony Ooh, I'm a huge Nick Cave fan, Donald. Good call.

Nick Cave - Your Funeral My Trial

I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial

A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of glover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial

Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial

(back to non lyrics)

Oh, and King, DBT have a ton of great lyrics..."Outfit" is a great song as well.

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know
but in case you don’t or maybe forgot, I’ll lay it out real nice and slow

Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.

Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that’s what I’ll always do

So don’t try to change who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t.
And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.

Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, Don’t give it away.


message 4: by [deleted user] (new)

The opening wakka-wakka to this song inspires me greatly. It is nonsense, but so is life:

"Seven Languages" by Camper Van Beethoven

I played this song for my love
But she said to me,
"It has no meaning at all."
We walked across the park
And I said a word
And we went to the bar
For no reason at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought that it looked like something
But on second thought not

And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't remember where you live
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water

A friend calls me on the phone
And tells me a joke
Well I think that I laugh
But I don't remember at all
I woke up with a word in my head
And as far as I know
It has no meaning at all
Well up in the sky
Well I saw a cloud
And I thought it looked like a face
But on second thought not

And I would come to visit you
But I can't find my car keys
And I can't think of right words to say
And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water


message 5: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
Koe... are you part of the Incredible String Band??? Awesome sauce!!! Where were you outed?? Obviously I missed something along the way. No wonder I like you so much.

RandomAnthony... I'm listening to The Eels right now. They are Indie deliciousness. My daughter will hate them, but I will play them turned up loud and not care! Ha ha ha ha ha....


message 6: by Michael (new)

Michael I was going to post the lyrics to Interpol's "Not Even Jail" but apparently the lyrics I always hear (the better ones) aren't the real lyrics, which is pretty sad. :(


message 7: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
Michael... God's feet are the bakers at dawn. nuff said.

Donald... I love that Crash Test Dummies song!!! It's one of their sleeper tunes. That guy's voice is freakishly deep. So sexass.


message 8: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) For me it's usually snippets of lyrics that are meaningful, not the whole song. I'll have to think of some examples. But a lot of them will probably be from show tunes and then I will be endlessly mocked, except not by Charissa because she loves musicals too.


message 9: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony Charissa, the eels are my favorite band. I have an almost evangelical approach to their music. Seriously. Spread the word.

Here are the lyrics from the last song on "Electro-Shock Blues", the album E (the lead eels guy) wrote after his sister committed suicide and his mom died. It's probably their most famous and best disc and despite the subject matter intensely uplifting.

By the way, if you've ever seen a "Shrek" movie, you've heard eels.:)

Eels
P.S. YOU ROCK MY WORLD


i was at a funeral the day i realized
i wanted to spend my life with you
sitting down on the steps at the old post office
the flag was flying at half mast
and i was thinking 'bout how
everyone is dying
and maybe it is time to live


i don't know where we're going
i don't know what we'll do


walked in to the thrif-tee
saw the man with the hollow eyes
who didn't give me all my change
but it didn't bother me this time
'cause i know i've only got
this moment
and it's good
i went to the gas station
old woman honked her horn
waiting for me to fix her car


i don't know where we're going
i don't know what we'll do


laying in bed tonight i was thinking
and listening to all the dogs
and the sirens and the shots
and how a careful man tries
to dodge the bullets
while a happy man takes a walk


and maybe it is time to live



message 10: by Paul (last edited Feb 21, 2008 04:49AM) (new)

Paul Bryant Man alive, where do we start with favourite lyrics? Chuck Berry! Okay - this is my fave by him

It was a teenage wedding,
and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur
and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C'est la vie", say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment
with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed
with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work,
the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records,
all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down,
the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up Jitney,
'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down New Orleans
to celebrate their anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married
to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell


It's the detail and the made up word - coolerator - did anyone ever use that one apart from Chuck? And the sentimentality tinged with just the right ironic distance - and the Americana, did I say I'm a sucker for that? I always wanted a souped-up Jitney whatever the hell that was. Anyway, that's my first choice. But I'm allowed three! so.....


message 11: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant Number Two is also crammed with picturesque and poignant detail - I posted it in a review elsewhere but need no excuse in repeating it here -

THESE FOOLISH THINGS (1936)

Oh will you never let me be?
Oh will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us are still around us
There´s no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things
Remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things
Remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who´s to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow
Wild strawberries only seven francs a kilo
And still my heart has wings
The park at evening when the bell has sounded
The Isle de France with all the gulls around it
The beauty that is spring
These foolish things
Remind me of you

I know that this was bound to be
These things have haunted me
For you´ve entirely enchanted me

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
First daffodils and long excited cables
And candlelight on little corner tables
And still my heart has wings
The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes
The song that Crosby sings
These foolish things
Remind me of you

How strange, how sweet to find you still
These things are dear to me
That seem to bring you so near to me

The scent of smouldering leaves, the wail of steamers
Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you

***

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations - what a line - so many things in this song no longer exist - long excited cables! the wail of steamers! but still, as someone wrote, this song describes an affair we'd all love to be regretting. I certainly would.


message 12: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant And finally - just to lower your spirits entirely

GOD LOVES A DRUNK

Will there be any bartenders up there in heaven?
Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain?
No more DTs and no shakes and no horrors
The very next morning, you feel right as rain

'Cause God loves a drunk, lowest of men
Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his mind now and then
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Does God really care for your life in the suburbs?
Your dull little life full of dull little things
And bring up the babies to be just like daddy
And maybe I'll be there when he gives out the wings

But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool
Oh he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
And he can't hear the insults, and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and he sings sally racket
He can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Will there be any pen-pushers up there in heaven?
Does crawling and wage-slaving win you God's love?
I pity you worms with your semis and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above

Oh God loves a drunk, although he's a clown
Oh you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
But he don't give a curse for what people think of him
He screams at his demons alone in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle
Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend?
Ah God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p43idN...


message 13: by Jillian (new)

Jillian Girls like me--Mary Chapin Carpenter
Girls like me aren’t hard to find
We grow like roses on the vine
We wear our hearts on our sleeves
You probably know a girl like me.

We live alone and in our heads
We eat standing up or in our beds
Guilt and fear merge easily
In the quiet souls of girls like me

And loneliness is like a cold,
Common and no cure we’re told
We take to bed per chance to dream
In the blue light of the TV screen.

Girls like me like summer light
And cold beer on a summer night
And boys who aren’t afraid of what they see
Inside the eyes of girls like me

And hopefulness is like a drug
It makes a girl believe in love
And if somehow you love us back
You think there’s something wrong with that

Girls like me aren’t hard to trust
Your deepest secret’s safe with us
And when it’s time to set you free
You can always count on girls like me

It’s good to know a girl like me
You used to love a girl like me

Someone Else's prayer--Mary Chapin Carpenter

Tonight the brightest moon in a hundred years
Floods the streets of Rome and I am standing here
Wondering where the ghosts of antiquity
Hide on nights like this once a century
Where do shadows fall when there's only light
Why'd you follow me halfway 'round the world tonight
What I'd give right now not to even care
And then this could be someone else's prayer

And on a sleepless night by St. Stephen's Green
Oh I turned and tossed with my Irish dreams
And when the morning shone through the burned off mist
I could sense you still just as close as this
Just as close as lips brush against a cheek
It's your voice I hear and it's your name I speak
But when I look around there's no one there
How I wish you were someone else's prayer

And now the twilight comes as a silent guest
And of all its gifts I like stillness best
Except for tin roof rains that commence with spring
It's a lullaby when that tin roof sings
Now you can look for me on the streets of Rome
Or in Dublin town but I've gone back home
I would always be just a stranger there
And now you're free to be someone else's prayer


"Gypsy" Suzanne Vega

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You are the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl's
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby...

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years
With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules
Yes now I've met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby...

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we'll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

Oh, hold me like a baby...



message 14: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) Like I said, I like snippets of lyrics.

"Goodnight and Go"
Imogen Heap

"Follow you home
You've got your headphones on
And you're dancing
Got a lucky beautiful shot
You're taking everything off
With the curtains wide open
And you're following the same routine
Flicking through the TV
Relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone..."


message 15: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
Oh man, Sarah... Imogen Heap I've been in love with for 2 years. This one I just can't stop listening to:

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads - heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that its all for the best?
Because it is
Mmmm whacha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whacha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit



message 16: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant Laurie Anderson holds the undisputed record for the wierdest song ever to get to No 2 in the charts here in the UK

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.



message 17: by Jessica (new)

Jessica (jesstrea) I LOVE that song, thanks for reminding me. I used to play it all the time. I was a huge Laurie Anderson fan. I remember taping her eerie electronic voice for my answering machine: "Hello? No one's home right now... " HOw did that snippet go? Do you remember?


message 18: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony No lyrics thread is complete without Tom Waits.

Tom Waits-Hold On

They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
(Chorus)
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.

Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.


message 19: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
omg!!! Laurie Anderson!! I LOVE Big Science!!! I used to listen to that album a million times in the late 80s... until I married a folk musician and it drove him nuts and he demanded I stop. But I have had the last laugh... our daughter loves it too!!! Ha ha ha!!! We know all the words and sing them to our carpool company who are trapped in the car! Heh he h he h heh... evil.

Jessica... the words to the phone message are in O Superman! Look up!!!


message 20: by Sarah (new)

Sarah (songgirl7) Charissa, I love the electronic harmonies of Hide and Seek too.

All these songs about Superman. Here's my favorite. I love the lyrics but also the melody, the piano, and John Ondrasik's voice are just amazing.

"Superman (It's Not Easy)"
Five For Fighting

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd, but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me
It's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

It's not easy to be me.



message 21: by Paul (last edited Feb 22, 2008 09:35AM) (new)

Paul Bryant More Tom Waits! Never got to see him live, though I did see the guy he wishes was his father a couple of times, I refer to that bellerin freak Captain Beefheart - but I digress - check it out, it's a little short story -

Frank settled down in the Valley
and he hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead
He sold used office furniture out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a 30,000 dollar loan at fifteen and a quarter percent
put a down payment on a little two bedroom place

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good Bloody Mary's
Kept her mouth shut most of the time
Had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen
Self-cleaning oven, the whole bit
Frank drove a little sedan
They were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home from work
He stopped at the liquor store
Picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouths
Drank 'em in the car, went to a Shell station and got a gallon of gas in a can
Drove home, doused everything in the house
Torched it
Parked across the street laughing
Watching it burn
All Halloween orange and chimney red
Then Frank put on a top forty station
Got on the Hollywood Freeway and headed North

Never could stand that dog




message 22: by Shelly (new)

Shelly Goodnight Moon, Shivaree
I love this song so much b/c I've been there. I'm a total frady cat and get no sleep when I'm all alone:
Theres a nail in the door
And theres glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the tv is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When youre gone

Theres a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When Im all alone the dreaming stops
And I just cant stand

What should I do Im just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home

Well goodnight moon
I want the sun
If its not here soon
I might be done
No it wont be too soon til I say
Goodnight moon

Theres a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbour and hes been watching me
And theres footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Somethings under the bed
Now its out in the hedge
Theres a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall

Oh what should I do Im just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If its not here soon
I might be done
No it wont be too soon til I say
Goodnight moon

Well youre up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
The mouth from woke
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my hand

Oh what should I do Im just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If its not here soon
I might be done
No it wont be too soon til I say
Goodnight moon
No it wont be too soon til I say
Goodnight moon




message 23: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant Excerpt :

To change the mood a little
I've been posing down the pub
On seeing my reflection
I'm looking slightly rough
I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober
I've forgotten what I've had
And everybody tells me that
It's cool to be a cat
Cool for cats - Cool for cats

Shake up at the disco
And I think I've got a pull
I ask her lots of questions
As she hangs on to the wall
I kiss her for the first time
And then I take her home
I'm invited in for coffee
And I give the dog a bone
She likes to go to discos
But she's never on her own
I said I'll see you later
And I give her some old chat
But it's not like that on the TV
When it's cool for cats
It's cool for cats




message 24: by Jessica (new)

Jessica (jesstrea) Charissa you are so right! wow, I got so excited I didn't read through all of the song...thanks. I used to play Laurie Anderson all the time when I lived in Mexico City in the 80's and my boyfriend thought we should put the cassette player on the windowsill and blast her out to neighborhood (I think I convinced him not to do that).


message 25: by Nikki (last edited Feb 23, 2008 07:24AM) (new)

Nikki | 3 comments love this song -

as for weird how about Laurie Anderson's duet with Peter Gabriel?! This Is The Picture Excellent Birds

flying birds
excellent birds
watch them fly
there they go

falling snow
excellent snow
here it comes
watch it fall

long words
excellent words
i can hear them now

this is the picture
this is the picture....



message 26: by Paul (last edited Feb 23, 2008 02:08PM) (new)

Paul Bryant MATTY GROVES

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into church the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves walking in the crowd

Come home with me Little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me Little Matty Groves and sleep with me tonight.
Oh I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Donald's wife.

What if I am Lord Donald’s wife, Lord Donald's not at home
He is out to the far corn fields bringing the yearlings home.
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set.

And in his hurry to carry the news he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill stream he took off his shoes and swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke Lord Donald was standing at his feet
Saying how do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
And how do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep.

Oh well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep.
Well Get Up! Get Up! Lord Donald cried, Get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man

Oh I won't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I have but a pocket knife.
Well it's true I have two beaten swords, they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worst.

And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can.
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Mattie struck no more.

And then Lord Donald he took his wife, he sat her on his knee
Saying who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me.
And then spoke up his own dear wife never heard to speak so free
I'd rather kiss from dead Matty's lips than you and your finery.

Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.
A grave, a grave, Lord Donald cried, to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin



message 27: by Kirk (new)

Kirk | 136 comments Liz Phair, "Fuck and Run"

I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it?

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve


You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up
But I knew much better than that
And almost immediately I felt sorry
Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
Without or without my best intentions

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve


message 28: by Rusty (new)

Rusty (rustybarnes23) I love some Liz Phair. Here's obscure stuff by Nine Pound Hammer:

Rub Your Daddy's Lucky Belly

Work the same job for 25 years
Boss still don't know my name
Whether I screw up or toe the line
Things stay about the same
Break my back making a rich man richer
What am I working for
Just to send my wife to buy crap I don't need
At the all-night discount store

CHORUS:

So roll me a joint, fix me a turkey pot pie
It's just another damn day on the long wait to die
I'll pretend to care about all the things you tell me
If you just come on over, Rub Your Daddy's Lucky Belly


Became a raging drunk, right out of high school
Quit then became a bore
Spend my life worrying about things I once ignored
Night after night, nothing to do in front of the TV again
Just dig my grave by the La-Z-Boy when I die just roll me in




message 29: by Meels (new)

Meels (Amelia) Paul, I have Brian Ferry singing These Foolish Things...one of my favs! Good call!!


message 30: by Paul (last edited Feb 24, 2008 09:51AM) (new)

Paul Bryant Amy - this is for you - now you can see and well as listen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnQ4hT...

How young he was, ah how young.

Donald - which ones don't you know? Matty Groves is a trad ballad which has been recorded a gazillion times by folkies, famously by Fairport Convention.

Here's a glorious piece of Americana which I know from the singing of my second favourite English folkie Peter Bellamy, also known as the Human Goat for his weird bleating style of vocalising. This one is pure corn, as far as the eye can see.

THE SANTA FE TRAIL

Tell me friend have you sighted a schooner
Alongside of the Santa Fe trail
Well it may get here Monday or sooner,
Had a water-keg tied to her tail
There was a pa and a ma on the mule seats
But somewheres along by the way
Was a tow-headed gal on a pinto
Just a-jangling for old Santa Fe

Well I seen her ride down the Ohio
As we crossed on them Arkansas stands
She had smiles like acres of sunflowers,
Held a quirt in her little brown hands
Well she mounted her pinto so airy
And she rode like she carried the mail
And her eyes they set fire to the prairie Alongside of the Santa Fe Trail

Well I once knew a gal on the border
Who I'd ride to El Paso to sight
I have danced in some high stepping order
And I've sometimes bid some gals goodnight
Ah but Lord, they're all ruffles and beading
And they drink fancy tea by the pail
I'm not used to that kind of stampeding
Alongside of the Santa Fe trail

Well I don't know her name, and the prairie
When you're hunting one girl is so wide
And it's shorter from Hell to Valery
Than it is on that Santa Fe ride
But I'll try and reach Plumbers by sundown
Where a camp can be made on the swale
Then I'll come on that gal with a pinto
Alongside of the Santa Fe trail



message 31: by Kirk (new)

Kirk | 136 comments Here's one for all the lovahs in the audience tonight....

_________________________________________________
Do that to me one more time
Once is never enough with a man like you
Do that to me one more time
I can never get enough of a man like you
Whoa-oh-oh, kiss me like you just did
Oh, baby, do that to me once again

Pass that by me one more time
Once just isn't enough for my heart to hear
Whoa-oh-oh, tell it to me one more time
I can never hear enough while I got'ya near
Whoa-oh-oh, say those words again that you just did
Oh, baby tell it to me once again

---- Instrumental Interlude ----

Do that to me one more time
Once is never enough with a man like you
Whoa-oh-oh, do that to me one more time
I can never get enough of a man like you
Whoa-oh-oh, kiss me like you just did
Oh, baby do that to me once again
Whoa-oh-oh, baby, do that to me once again
Whoa-oh-ho-oh-oh-oh, baby
Do that to me one more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time
(Do it again)
One more time

That's right: CAPTAIN & TENILLE


message 32: by Paul (last edited Feb 24, 2008 11:57AM) (new)

Paul Bryant THE BLACK FREIGHTER


You gentlemen can gawk while I'm scrubbing the floors
And I'm scrubbing the floors while you're gawking
And maybe once you tipped me and it made you fell swell
In this ratty waterfront in this ratty hotel
But you never know to whom you're talking
You never guess to whom you're talking
Suddenly one night there's a scream in the night
And a yell: What the hell is that din
And you see me kind of grinning while I'm scrubbing
And you'll say: What's she got to grin about?

And the ship, the Black Freighter sails into the bay

Then you gentlemen can say: Hey girl, scrub the floors
Make the beds, get up the stairs, earn your keep here
And you pass out the tips as you look out at the ships
But I'm counting up heads as I'm making up beds
'Cause tonight none of you will sleep here
Tonight none of you will sleep here
Then in that night there's a banging in the night
And you yell: What the hell is that row
And you see me kind of staring out the window
And you'll say: What she got to stare at now?

And the ship the Black Freighter
With fifty long cannons
Opens fire on the town

Then you gentlemen can wipe all the grins off your face
Every building in the town is a flat one
The whole stinking place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel will be standing safe and sound
And you say: Why do they spare that one?
You say: Why do they spare that one?
Then all night through with a noise and to-do
You'll wonder who's the person lives up there
And you see me stepping out into the morning
Looking nice with a ribbon in my hair

And the ship the Black Freighter
Runs a flag up her masthead
And cheer rings the air

Then just before noon there'll be hundreds of men
Coming up off that ghostly freighter
And they're moving in the shadows where no-one can see
And they're chaining up the people and they're bringing them to me
Asking me: Kill them now or later?
Asking me: Kill them now or later?
Noon on the clock and so still on the dock
You could hear a foghorn miles away
In the quiet of death I'll say......
Kill 'em now
And they'll pile up the bodies and I'll say: Hoopla!

And the ship the Black Freighter
Sails away out to sea
And on it is me


Brecht/Weill


message 33: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
Kirk, that was entirely uncalled for, dude.

Fer serious.


message 34: by Varmint (last edited Feb 24, 2008 10:39PM) (new)

Varmint look for the version of black freighter by steeleye span.



and have to applaud whoever brought up the drive by truckers.


so i'll meet you at the bottom
if there really is one
they always told me when you hit it you'll know it
but i been falling so long
feels like gravity is gone
and i'm just floating


if you're interested in that, try fred eaglesmith, chris knight, or dwight yoakam.


message 35: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) Our town is just like any other
Good citizens at work and play
Normal folks doin' business in the normal way
This morning was like any other
Mommies kissing daddies goodbye
Then the milkman screamed
And pointed up at the sky

Chorus:
From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar
From Stargate and the Outer Worlds
They're speeding towards our sun
They're on a party run
Here come Tomorrow's Girls
Tomorrow's Girls

You see them on the grass at lunch hour
Soaking up the vertical rays
In their summer dresses
A little smile can really make your day
Their kisses feel like real kisses
And when they cry they cry real tears
But what's left in your arms
When the static clears

Chorus:
They're landing on the Jersey beaches
Their engines make the white sand swirl
The heat is so intense
Earth men have no defense
Against Tomorrow's Girls

In the cool of the evening
In the last light of the triple sun
I wait by the go-tree
When the day's busy work is done
Soon the warm night breezes
Start rolling in off the sea
Yes, at lantern time
That's when you come to me
Come to me

Our home is just like any other
We're grillin' burgers on the back lawn
Some time goes by
We fall asleep with the TV on
I dream about a laughing angel
Then the laugh becomes a furious whine
Look out fellas
It's shredding time

Chorus:
They're mixing with the population
A virus wearing pumps and pearls
Lord help the lonely guys
Hooked by those hungry eyes
Here come Tomorrow's Girls
Tomorrow's Girls

Chorus:
From Sheilus to the reefs of Kizmar
From Stargate and the Outer Worlds
They're speeding towards our sun
They're on a party run
Here come Tomorrow's Girls
Tomorrow's Girls


message 36: by Gary (last edited Feb 24, 2008 11:36PM) (new)

Gary (mrthomson) And the shark, he has teeth
And he wears them in his face
And Macheath, he has a knife
But the knife one doesn't see


On a beautiful blue Sunday
Lies a dead man on the Strand
And a man goes around the corner
Whom they call Mack the Knife


And Schmul Meier stays missing
As do some rich man
And his money has Mack the Knife,
On whom they can't pin anything.


Jenny Towler was found
With a knife in her chest
And on the wharf walks Mack the Knife,
Who knows nothing about all this.


And the big fire in Soho
Seven children and an old man
In the crowd was Mackie Messer
Who one doesn't ask and who knows nothing.


And the minor-aged widow,
Whose name everyone knows,
Woke up and was violated
Mack, what was your price?


Refrain
And some are in the darkness
And the others in the light
But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see


But you only see those in the light
Those in the darkness you don't see

mac the knife


message 37: by RandomAnthony (new)

RandomAnthony Some Vic Chesnutt...one of the great underrated American songwriters....

Vic Chesnutt-See You Around

I'm sorry for my lack of communication
but as I'm staring out this fifth floor window
it seems like the least amount of
communication the better
oh, well what am I supposed to say
"there's a bloody effigy on my wall
and the complimentary carnation is falling apart"
and I ain't got time for the niceties
or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties

I will see you around
I will see you around
see you around
see you around

well I must admit I'm flattered
by your consecration
It's a mind-numbing spine-chilling
but never-the-less heartwarming gesture
but as you make your advances so clumsily
I'll save us both the both the hassle and leave
and hang out all night
in the familiar fluorescent light of Dunkin' Donuts
'cause I ain't got time for the niceties
or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties

I will see you around
see you around
see you around
see you around

well, how are you with issues
lately you've been a half-assed activist
you've been seen sashaying around the picket line
wearing scarcely any sign
oh, but always vocal in love and strife
and the politics of your all important life
well, I'm sorry but your routine is
coming off a bit ragged
and I ain't got time for the niceties
or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties

I will see you around
I'll see you around
see you around ...

I'll see you around ...


message 38: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant Gary -

interesting to compare those Mack the Knife lyrics with the more familiar ones here, which I've always enjoyed - "the cement bag is there for the weight, dear" -


Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear
And he shows them pearly white
Just a jack knife has MacHeath, dear
And he keeps it out of sight

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet billows start to spread
Fancy gloves though wears MacHeath, dear
So there's not a trace of red

On the sidewalk, Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking round the corner
Is the someone Mack the knife?

From a tug boat by the river
A cement bag's dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And MacHeath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum, (or Miss Lotte Lenye) and Miss Lucy Brown
Oh the line forms on the right, dear
Now that Mack is back in town





message 39: by Paul (new)

Paul Bryant By the way, can we club together and put a contract out on any songwriter who rhymes city with pretty and money with funny? These offenses must end now.


message 40: by Kirk (new)

Kirk | 136 comments Sorry, Charissa. I was having a flashback to ninth grade....


message 41: by Charissa, That's Ms. Obnoxious Twat to You. (new)

Charissa (dakinigrl) | 3620 comments Mod
you took me with you, Kirk... and it wasn't pretty. In the city.

sorry Paul. : )


message 42: by Kristjan (new)

Kristjan (BookTroll) Artist: Vassar Phil
Song: Just Another Day in Paradise

The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it.
I promise I'll fix it
Long about a million other things

Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise

Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can me and my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?

Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the Lord every night
For just another day in paradise


message 43: by Gary (last edited Feb 25, 2008 09:46AM) (new)

Gary (mrthomson) Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room
Staring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most

Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers
And to them I'd like to drink a toast
I walk in the park
Just to kill the lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most

All the birds twitter-twitt
I know this tune
This is love, this is it
Heard it before
And don't I know the score
And I've decided that spring is a bore

Love seems sure around the new year
Now it's April
Love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time
Only what became of you, dear
Spring can really hang you up the most

Doctors once prescribed a tonic
Sulfur and molasses was the dose
That didn't help one bit
My condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most

All alone, the party is over
Old man winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying
For snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most.

by Fran Landesman


message 44: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) How come he don't come and P.I.P. with me
Down at the meter no more?
And how come he turn(ed) off the t.v.
And hang(ed) that sign on the door?
Well we call and we call "How come?" we say
Hey what could make a boy behave this-a way, yeah?
And he learn(ed) all of the lines, now, and every time
He gonna s-stutter when he talks
And it's true! It's true! He sure has acquired this kinda cool and inspired sorta jazz when he walk(s)
Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans,
If this ain't healthy it is some kinda clean

That means Chuck E's in love

I don't believe what you're saying to me
This is something I got to see. Is he here?
I look in the poolhall. Is he here?
I look in the drugstore. Is he here?
No, he don't come here no more

Well I'll tell you what, I saw him
He was sittin' behind us down at the Pantages
And whatever is that he's got up his sleeve
I hope it isn't contagious
What's her name? Is that her there?
Oh Christ, I think he's even combed his hair!
And is that her? Well then what's her name?
Oh, it's never gonna be same.
That's not her
I know what's wrong
'Cause Chuck E's in love with the little girl singing this song
Don't you know
Chuck E's in love, Chuck E's in love
Chuck E's in love, Chuck E's in love ...
Chuck E's in love with me

by RLJ


message 45: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) Come heavy sleepe the image of true death;
And close up these my weary weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries:
Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.

Come shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to death, child to his blackfac’d night:
Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright.
O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die for ever:
Come ere my last sleepe comes, or come never.

by John Dowland


message 46: by Meels (new)

Meels (Amelia) Flaming Lips - Feeling Yourself Disintegrate

Love in our life is just too valuable
Oh, to feel for even a second without it
But life without death is just impossible
Oh, to realize something is ending within us
Feeling yourself disintegrate



message 47: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) Paul — I agree. It's an interesting lyric with more than a few very good recorded versions of it. Any favourite version yourself?


message 48: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) Hey a song that references Mac the Knife. Of course Blossom Dearie's is the version of this song — in my opinion.

See, I'm hip. I'm no square.
I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm aware.
I am always on the scene.
Makin' the rounds, diggin' the sounds.
I read People Magazine.
'Cuz I'm hip.

Like, dig! I'm in step.
When it was hip to be hep, I was hep.
I don't blow but I'm a fan.
Look at me swing. Ring a ding ding.
I even call my girlfriend "man,"
'cuz I'm hip.

Every Saturday night
with my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on
I'm gettin' my kicks
diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on.

I'm too much. I'm a gas.
I am anything but middle class.
When I hang around the band,
poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums,
sqaures don't seem to understand
why I flip. They're not hip like I'm hip.
I'm hip!

I'm on top of every trend.
Look at me go. Vo-dee-o-do.
Sammy Davis knew my friend.

I'm hip, but not weird.
Like, you notice, I don't wear a beard.
Beards were in but now they're not.
They had they're day. Now they're passé.
Just ask me if you're in doubt,
'cuz I'm hip.

Now I'm deep into Zen
meditation and macrobiotics,
and as soon as I can
I intend to get into narcotics.

'Cuz I'm cool as a cuke.
I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook, kook, kook.
I get so much out of life.
Really, I do. Skoo ba dee boo.
One more time play "Mack the Knife."
Let 'er rip. I may flip, but I'm hip.



message 49: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) I'll try this one again, and I'll stop soon I promise:)

Billy Strayhorn wrote this one.

I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life...
From jazz and cocktails.


The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue traces
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day...
Twelve o'clock tales.


Then you came along with your siren of song
To tempt me to madness!
I thought for a while that your poignant smile was tinged with the sadness
Of a great love for me.


Ah yes! I was wrong...
Again,
I was wrong.


Life is lonely again,
And only last year everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful again,
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore.
A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
All I care is to smile in spite of it.


I'll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain.
Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive.
I'll live a lush life in some small dive...
And there I'll be, while I rot
With the rest of those whose lives are lonely, too..


message 50: by Gary (new)

Gary (mrthomson) You who speak to me across the fence
Of common sense
How your tomato plant will win a prize,
won't that be nice,
And by the way, how's your wife?
Your holidays were spent in Spain
You went by train
You'll go again

Have you seen me bullfight poster on the wall?
Do you know the appy memory it recalls?
Here's a photograph of me and my son, Ted
That's me cousin with his hanky on his head!
We booked in at our otel just after two
And met a family from Bradford that we knew

Oooh, a melody! Burp!

My pink half of the drainpipe
Separates next door from me
My pink half of the drainpipe
Oh, Mama!
Belongs to me

Rodney's vain saxaphone solo, as promised

My pink half of the drainpipe
Semi-detach-ed, ah!
My pink half of the drainpipe
Oh, Mama!
Belongs to moi

I have a sister in Toronto who's a nurse
And I've had a bit of bother laying turf
It's life, not books, that taught me all I've learned
Woop, in the b'oven my rice pudding's getting burned!
Ere, have you seen the new attachment on me drill?
I must have the cat put down, cause he's ill

Hey, neighbour!

My pink half of the drainpipe
I may paint it blue
My pink half of the drainpipe
Keeps me safe from
you!

I'm a wobbly jelly, you're a pink blancmange
I'm a sherry trifle, you're a chocolate sponge
Your dad wears a paper hat, mine inflates balloons
Whoops! Boodly boop! Pop! Here comes a spoon!

My pink half of the drainpipe
Separates me from the incredibly fascinating story of your life and
every day to day event in all it's minute and...

Bonzo Dog Band


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