Bands, Singer-People, Ochestral/Choral directors I'm in love with: Karl Jenkins, Steve Wynn and The Miracle Three, Rolling Stones, TOOL, VAST, John Rutter, The Dresden Dolls, The Flying Burrito Brothers, Franz Ferdinand, The YYYs, Gram Parsons, Jeff Buckley, Polka-ANYTHING (Yeh, I have my roots!), Leonard Cohen, Keith Richards + Mick Jagger doing solo stuff, The River City Brass Band, Morningwood, MSI, Sarah Brightman, Karsh Kale, Marilyn Manson, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Bob Dylan, Billy Talent, Lyle Lovett, Patti Smith, Dead Can Dance, Talking Heads, David Byrne doing his solo thing, The Ditty Bops, The Faint, Todd Snider, Gorillaz, Todd Rundgren, Charles Mingus, Catrin Finch (Sometimes.), Porcupine Tree, Disturbed, A Perfect Circle, Steve Earl, The Kaiser Chiefs, The Green Brothers, OOIOO, Bikini Kill, Warren Zevon, Edith Piaf (My past-life lover, I assure you.), Chet Baker, Jimmy Eat World, Wu Tang, Blue October, Bishop Allen, Stabbing Westward, Lindsay Buckingham, Stevie Nicks, both of the previous together (But we all know how that worked out...), Chris Isaak, MUSE, Shiny Toy Guns, Craig Chaquisco, Little Feat, John Hiatt, Michelle Shocked, Robinella and the CC Stringband, BITCH, Los Lobos, Yo Yo Ma, Peter Wolf, Jimi Hendrix, Bonnie Raitt, !!!Kirsty MacColl!!!, Eric Sardinas, Hot Tuna, Leftover Salmon, and so many more, but I think my eyes are about to squirt blood and other fluids all about if I don't quit soon.
Yes, yes I do have very eclectic tastes, but y'know why that is? Because I have parents who, when they get the chance to fuck with my head even more, will laugh and say "Hey, guess what album we've just fallen in love with?" ::hands me the CD: HAMELL ON TRIAL: SONGS FOR PARENTS WHO ENJOY DRUGS.::
My son, my son, is more than one
He's more than two, he;s less than three
He tries to talk to me about this, about that
About his coat, about his hat
About birds, about weather
And he's putting words together
And he's forming little phrases
He's got little verbal phases
And he's challenging me
He's got his own personality
I tell him "Little boys got to pick up their toys."
What he then said, exploded my head.
He said, "Dad, let me get this straight.
The President of the United States
From everything I'e heard
Is arguably the most powerful position in the world."
You could have knocked me over with a feather
Listen to him putting these words together.
That's pretty advanced noise
All I want him to do is pick up his toys.
He said, "We're over in Iraq
And there's no sign of turning back.
Now, aren't these people dying?
On both sides, pain and crying?"
Well, that's a lot for a child of three
But I answered him, "Yes." honestly.
And he said, "Dad, am I out of my mind?
But the weapons of Mass Destruction they did not find?"
I said, "No, son, no.
WMD was a no-show.
And he said, "Dad they proved that Iraq
Had nothing to do with the 9/11 attack?"
I said, "I can't argue with you
'Cause everything that you say is true."
From the mouth of the littlest of boys,
He said, "Dad, I ain't picking up my fucking toys."
I said, "Fine, fuck it, it doesn't take a lot of brains
To see in this new world chaos reigns.
If you can't make sense no more
Take off your diaper, shit on the floor!
Values!
Values!
Values!
- It continues, but you get the drift.
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David Byrne - Burnt by the Sun
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight
Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time
And the DJ mixes them all
And the music rhymes but it crawls
And the music comes from hydrogen bombs
Rock bands died when amateurs won
Data in a hurry, using the new rubble
Wipe it up baby, gonna get yourself in trouble
We were burnt by the sun
Having way too much fun
Sleepless downtown overload
Does the daylight bring you down?
Money pours down and it drowns the little man
Parking lot attendants stuff their pockets with their hands
And the children laugh in your face
They can see what you have erased
When dogs make love they don't look at themselves
Checking out each other by the way that they smell
Rubbing and a'scratching, itching all the time
Stop me if I talk too much, do another line
We were burnt by the sun
Having way too much fun
The church of private enterprise
Did the daylight bring you down?
I love salt, I love sweets
I know there's danger but I fall asleep
The curves, the gasps, the love of life
Headlines, gum box, faceless paradise
Life rafts bobbing at the bottom of the pier
Wood burns faster if it's soaked in gasoline
All these towns look the same, everybody's clean
Roll 'em out, cheap and fast, kiss me when I fall
We were burnt by the sun
Having way too much fun
Sleepless downtown overload
Did I stay outside too long?
Alcohol, razor-blades
All the clouds are miles away
Take me down, far away
Everyone's on holiday
Alcohol, razor-blades
All the clouds are miles away
Take me now, fly away
Everyone's on holiday
All the clouds are miles away
All the clouds are miles away
Everyone's on holiday
Everyone's on holiday
Everyone's on holiday
Everyone's on holiday
Everyone's on holiday
Everyone's on holiday
- I think I'm posting these because of how sick I am of the generic crap being spewed out by the corporate ass that is the popular music machine. That and I was listening to the college radio and ...I dunno...gosh, I don't know the names of popular bands, do I? Umm... ::goes to the website:: Ah! Here we are. Playlist for the past three bands names: Dashboard Confessional, A.F.I, Razor Light. ...blech. I mean, yes, they're certainly talented, no question. But my GOD! It just sounds like all these bands were in the same room while the were practicing. I'm sick of hearing the same chords, the same meanings. I need a change of pace... And if the song must be about love, how about something spectacularly different? Such as...
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Kirsty MacColl - England 2 Colombia 0
Oh you shouldnt have kissed me and got me so excited
And when you asked me out I really was delighted
So we went to a pub in belsize park
And we cheered on england as the sky grew dark
Oh you shouldnt have kissed me cause you started a fire
But then I found out that youre a serial liar
You lied about your status
You lied about your life
You never mentioned your three children
And the fact you have a wife
Now its england 2 colombia 0
And I know just how those colombians feel
If you hadnt passed out while I was talking to your friend
It could have really ended badly cause you very nearly had me
If he hadnt taken pity on my heart full of desire
I might never have found out youre a serial liar
You lied about your status
You lied about your life
You forgot you have three children
You forgot you have a wife
Now its england 2 colombia 0
And I know just how those colombians feel
It is not in my nature to ever pick the winning team
Sometimes I think Im happy then I remember its a dream
Now it isnt in my nature to ever pick a winner
I always pick a bastard who would have me for his dinner
I can never possess the object of my desire
Cause hes bound to turn out to be a serial liar
Ok I didnt mention my kids, I thought Id wait a bit
But I am free and single and hes a lying git
Cause he lied about his status
He lied about his life
He forgot he had three children
He forgot he had a wife
And its england 2 colombia 0
I know just how those colombians feel
So I got into a taxi and sobbed all the way home
Called my friend up in sao paulo and cried down the phone
I played some tragic music and I lay down to die
But later I woke and I hadnt stopped crying
You should never have kissed me, you tasted of deceit
Your perfume was adultery but Im not a piece of meat
So Ill be the one that you couldnt acquire
I found out in time youre a serial liar
You lied about your status
You lied about your life
And I pity your three children
And I pity your poor wife
Now you can go to hell
Im going to brazil
Still its england 2 colombia 0
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