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I read somewhere that Poly Styrene's favorite Xray Spex lyric was:
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From the song "Native Son" by Bryan Adams:
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The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress See her as she flies Golden sails across the skies Close enough to touch But careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold Once the sun did shine And Lord it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pine And then the darkness fell The moon's a harsh mistress It's hard to love her well I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face, yes I did And I tripped and I missed my star And I fell and fell alone The moon's a harsh mistress The sky is made of stone The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own -- Jimmy Webb PS. Try to get ahold of the version by Norwegian singer Radka Toneff. Truly exquisite! You’ll find it on iTunes Music Store, on the album "Fairytales", with Steve Dobrogosz. Radka (1952-82) also sang lyrics by other first-rate poets, such as Sylvia Plath and Robert Creeley. |
"He came home from the war with a party in his head
and an idea for a fire-works display." - Tom Waits, Swordfishtrombones. |
Ma-ia hii
Ma-ia huu Ma-ia hoo Ma-ia haha (x4) Alo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt eu, Picasso ti-am dat beep si sunt voinic Dar sa stii, nu-ti cer nimic. Vrei sa pleci dar nu-mă, nu-mă iei Nu-mă, nu-mă iei, nu-mă, nu-mă, nu-mă iei Chipul tău si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tăi. Vrei să pleci dar nu-mă, nu-mă iei Nu-mă, nu-mă iei, nu-mă, nu-mă, nu-mă iei Chipul tău si dragostea din tei Mi-amintesc de ochii tăi. Te sun, să-ti spun, ce simt, acum Alo, iubirea mea sunt eu, fericirea. Alo, alo, sunt iarasi eu, Picasso ti-am dat beep si sunt voinic Dar să stii, nu-ti cer nimic. 0zone- Dragostea din Tei (Romanian International Hit 2004 :D) |
"Shoo-ba-di-do-wop-wop say what yeah" - Circle Jerks
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"There's a time to live and a time to die,
I smoke Elvis Presley's toenails when I want to get high." - Butthole Surfers |
While it's hardly my fave song, the lyric that appeals to me as ringing truest in these times is Bob Dylan's With God on Our Side.
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Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - I See a Darkness
Well, you're my friend (that's what you told me) And can you see (what's inside of me) Many times we've been out drinking And many times we've shared our thoughts But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got Well you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know And you know I have a drive to live I won't let go But could you see it's opposition, comes rising up sometimes That it's dreadful end position, comes blacking in my mind Then I see a darkness... |
The Birthday Party - Mutiny in Heaven
I was born... And lord shakin', even then was dumped into an icy font, Like some great stinking unclean! From slum-church to slum-church, I spilled my heart To some fat **** behind a screen... Evil pump'n eye pressed up to the opening He'd slide shut the little perforated hatch... at night my body blushed To the whistle of the birch With a little practice I soon learnt to use in on myself Punishment... reward... punishment... |
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Tom Waits - Frank's Wild Years Frank settled down out in the Valley and 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 loan at 15 1/4 % and put a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash- made good bloody marys, 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 and they were so happy. One night Frank was on his way home from work, stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths drank 'em in the car on the way to the Shell station. 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 chiminea red then Frank put on a top forty station, got on the Hollywood Freeway and headed north. Never could stand that dog. |
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