Wednesday, August 17, 2005


The best thing about playing music is watching someone hear the lyrics for the very first time. As warped as some of them are, the songs themselves work only too well, and the best songs for bent lyrics are, naturally, the Engish songs of the late '70s and early '80s.

After going through tracks like Squeeze's labelled With Love:
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,

And almost anything by Kid Creole and the Coconuts, in particular Annie, I'm Not Your Daddy, in which good ole August Darnell offers this explaination for why he couldn't possibly be the father of Annie:
See if I was in your blood
Then you wouldn't be so ugly

My weekly favourite has to be the opening line from Reward by The Teardrop Explodes:
Bless my cotton socks I'm in the news

It doesn't get any better really.

Back later with some more warped lyrics. In the meantime ponder this - if you could be in any one band what genre would it be? Myself, it'd have to be a big band playing Cuban music or jazz - kinda like Kid Creole, Blue Rondo A'La Turk or even Ricky Ricardo's Big Band...Cuban Pete here I come!

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