Artist: Stabbing Westward
Song: Shame
Year: 1996
Album: Wither Blister Burn & Peel
I used to love this song, back in 1996. I still like it now, but it a disappointment to me. The song is still the same. I'm still the same. The lyrics have changed.
Let me explain. I thought that this was a bold song because of one line in the lyrics. It turns out that I misheard the line. I found out the real line and it was still good, but it wasn't as good as i originally perceived it to be.
The line, "How can I exist without you" is the line in question. Until I looked up the lyrics, I thought the line was, "How can I have sex without you". I thought that was a bold statement and I liked the song more because of it. Like everything great, there was some flaw with that logic.
It's still a good song, but it missed a chance at greatness. At least the greatness envisioned in my head.
Lyrics:
If only see myself reflected in your eyes
So all that I believe I am essentially are lies
And everything I've hoped to be or ever thought I was
Died with your belief in me so who that hell am I?
I don't know if I am real without you
What is left of me without you?
I don't know whats real without you
How can I exist without you?
I'm wanderin' 'round confused
Wondering why I try
The more that you deny my pain
The more it intensifies...
I pray for someone to ache for me the way I ache for you...
If you ignore that I'm alive
I've nothing to cling to
I don't know if I am real without you
What is left of me without you?
I don't know whats real without you
How can I exist without you?
I stare into this mirror
So tired of this life
If only you would speak to me or care if I'm alive
Once I swore I would die for you
But I never meant like this
I never meant like this
no i never meant like this
I don't know if I am real without you
What is left of me without you?
I don't know whats real without you
How can I exist without you?
Showing posts with label 1996. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Night Santa Went Crazy - "Weird Al" Yankovic
Artist: "Weird Al" Yankovic
Song: The Night Santa Went Crazy
Year: 1996
Album: Bad Hair Day
I've always enjoyed twisted Christmas tales and songs. This is one of my more recent favorites. Enjoy and happy holidays!
Lyrics:
Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered in ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
Then he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage!
He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling 'round in the sky
Now the bullets keep flying the body count's rising
And everyone's dying to know
Oh Santa, why?
My, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years!
(Alternate verse used in concert)
Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead
A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head
Yes, little friend, that's his brains on the floor
Guess you won't have the fat guy to kick around anymore
Now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
(They talk about)
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting a raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya something finally must've snapped in his brain.
Song: The Night Santa Went Crazy
Year: 1996
Album: Bad Hair Day
I've always enjoyed twisted Christmas tales and songs. This is one of my more recent favorites. Enjoy and happy holidays!
Lyrics:
Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered in ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting the raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
Then he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage!
He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
Then he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling 'round in the sky
Now the bullets keep flying the body count's rising
And everyone's dying to know
Oh Santa, why?
My, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years!
(Alternate verse used in concert)
Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead
A guy from the SWAT team blew a hole through his head
Yes, little friend, that's his brains on the floor
Guess you won't have the fat guy to kick around anymore
Now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
(They talk about)
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting a raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya something finally must've snapped in his brain.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Cryptorchid - Marilyn Manson
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Song: Cryptorchid
Year: 1996
Album: Antichrist Superstar
This album would show the band Marilyn Manson at the peak of its music. The band would have more commercial success after this album, but the original fan base would never be stronger. The album and its themes hit the shelves at the perfect time. Alternative music fans were looking for something different to sink their teeth into and Marilyn Manson was more than happy to oblige.
I saw Marilyn Manson three different times on the touring for this album. The first time was the best. It was at the Riviera in Chicago, in October 1996. It was small and intimate. The mosh pit was awesome. The crowd hung on every word that Brian Warner said and sang. One of the highlights was "Cryptorchid" being played. It was really a showcase for Stephen Bier, better known by the stage name Madonna Wayne Gacy. This was his song and it showed when the spotlight fell on him during the keyboard solo.
The second time I saw them, in April 1997, was a little worse. The show itself was decent, but the venue was not. I saw this show in Normal, Illinois at a college. I thought of the irony of the town's name the second I purchased the tickets. The crowd was not into the show and the atmosphere suffered for it.
The third show was in the summer of 1997, in East Troy, Wisconsin at Alpine Valley. They were playing Ozzfest. The band was completely out of its element there. Marilyn Manson played in the afternoon sun, in an outdoor venue. The crowd that was there for the Black Sabbath reunion hated the Marilyn Manson. The crowd started throwing chunks of sod, and anything else they could find, up on stage. The set was cut short to a few songs and they stormed off stage.
Lyrics:
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
But when they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
Each time I look outside my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
When the worm consumes the boy
It's never ever considered rape
When they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Song: Cryptorchid
Year: 1996
Album: Antichrist Superstar
This album would show the band Marilyn Manson at the peak of its music. The band would have more commercial success after this album, but the original fan base would never be stronger. The album and its themes hit the shelves at the perfect time. Alternative music fans were looking for something different to sink their teeth into and Marilyn Manson was more than happy to oblige.
I saw Marilyn Manson three different times on the touring for this album. The first time was the best. It was at the Riviera in Chicago, in October 1996. It was small and intimate. The mosh pit was awesome. The crowd hung on every word that Brian Warner said and sang. One of the highlights was "Cryptorchid" being played. It was really a showcase for Stephen Bier, better known by the stage name Madonna Wayne Gacy. This was his song and it showed when the spotlight fell on him during the keyboard solo.
The second time I saw them, in April 1997, was a little worse. The show itself was decent, but the venue was not. I saw this show in Normal, Illinois at a college. I thought of the irony of the town's name the second I purchased the tickets. The crowd was not into the show and the atmosphere suffered for it.
The third show was in the summer of 1997, in East Troy, Wisconsin at Alpine Valley. They were playing Ozzfest. The band was completely out of its element there. Marilyn Manson played in the afternoon sun, in an outdoor venue. The crowd that was there for the Black Sabbath reunion hated the Marilyn Manson. The crowd started throwing chunks of sod, and anything else they could find, up on stage. The set was cut short to a few songs and they stormed off stage.
Lyrics:
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
But when they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
Each time I look outside my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
When the worm consumes the boy
It's never ever considered rape
When they get to you
It's the first thing that they do
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread his wings
The time has come for bitter things
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Ty Cobb - Soundgarden
Artist: Soundgarden
Song: Ty Cobb
Year: 1996
Album: Down On The Upside
The fourth single from Down On The Upside was "Ty Cobb". It remains the last burst of energy from the now defunct band Soundgarden. Originally titled. "Hot Rod Death Toll", the song was renamed "Ty Cobb" because it reminded bassist and co-writer Ben Shepard of the ballplayer Ty Cobb.
I was privileged enough to see Soundgarden on the 1996 Lollapalooza tour. They were there at the insistance of Metallica. They performed right before Metallica each night. I saw the show at the Winnebago County Fairgrounds in Illinois. Let's just say the people of Pecatonica were not ready for people traveling from all over the state to converge on their little town. It's out of the way and the signs are practically hidden from the main road.
By the time Soundgarden came on, the sun was making the last of its presence known. After a day of hot sun with no shade and very little refreshment, I was ready to call it quits. I still had a three to four hour drive ahead of me. Soundgarden gave it their all and when "Ty Cobb" came on, the crowd ate it up and moshed their brains out.
When Metallica went on, I had a raging headache from sun exposure and dehydration. There was water available for close to $5 a bottle. That's steep today, but in 1996, it was highway robbery. The next year Lollapalooza returned to Tinley Park and then it disappeared for almost a decade. I have fond memories of that day, but I don't ever want a repeat of that day. I didn't get home until 4:30 in the morning and my day of driving and concert going started 23 hours earlier. Still, I'm happy I went.
Lyrics:
I'm sittin' in a magic hat with smoke and mirrors and tire rubber fires
Watch me disappear
What made it slow you down?
Sucking on a ball and chain
Another motherfucker goes down the drain
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Sick in the head, sick in the mouth
And I don't hear a word you say
Not a bit and I don't give a shit
I got the glass, I got the steel
I got everything
And now I need is your head on a stake
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it all up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all (Hard headed)
Hard headed fuck you all (Hard headed)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
Song: Ty Cobb
Year: 1996
Album: Down On The Upside
The fourth single from Down On The Upside was "Ty Cobb". It remains the last burst of energy from the now defunct band Soundgarden. Originally titled. "Hot Rod Death Toll", the song was renamed "Ty Cobb" because it reminded bassist and co-writer Ben Shepard of the ballplayer Ty Cobb.
I was privileged enough to see Soundgarden on the 1996 Lollapalooza tour. They were there at the insistance of Metallica. They performed right before Metallica each night. I saw the show at the Winnebago County Fairgrounds in Illinois. Let's just say the people of Pecatonica were not ready for people traveling from all over the state to converge on their little town. It's out of the way and the signs are practically hidden from the main road.
By the time Soundgarden came on, the sun was making the last of its presence known. After a day of hot sun with no shade and very little refreshment, I was ready to call it quits. I still had a three to four hour drive ahead of me. Soundgarden gave it their all and when "Ty Cobb" came on, the crowd ate it up and moshed their brains out.
When Metallica went on, I had a raging headache from sun exposure and dehydration. There was water available for close to $5 a bottle. That's steep today, but in 1996, it was highway robbery. The next year Lollapalooza returned to Tinley Park and then it disappeared for almost a decade. I have fond memories of that day, but I don't ever want a repeat of that day. I didn't get home until 4:30 in the morning and my day of driving and concert going started 23 hours earlier. Still, I'm happy I went.
Lyrics:
I'm sittin' in a magic hat with smoke and mirrors and tire rubber fires
Watch me disappear
What made it slow you down?
Sucking on a ball and chain
Another motherfucker goes down the drain
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Sick in the head, sick in the mouth
And I don't hear a word you say
Not a bit and I don't give a shit
I got the glass, I got the steel
I got everything
And now I need is your head on a stake
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it all up (To the hot rod death toll)
Hard headed fuck you all (Hard headed)
Hard headed fuck you all (Hard headed)
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Hard headed fuck you all
Just add it up (To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
(To the hot rod death toll)
Friday, November 14, 2008
Professional Widow - Tori Amos
Artist: Tori Amos
Song: Professional Widow
Year: 1996
Album: Boys For Pele
This album came out at the peak of my Tori fandom. I still love to listen to her, but I have to admit that I'm not as rabid of a fan as I used to be. I suppose that when she mellowed her sounds, I mellowed too. I like her new songs, but they will have a hard time living up to her past recordings.
I saw her in concert at McCormick Place in Chicago during the tour for this album. This was her first concert appearance after the infamous "Pain In My Hole" improv. There were people holding signs requesting it, but she confessed on stage that she didn't recall it. Still the fans wanted to hear it and she told us that she would go through her tapes and play it next time.
I haven't seen her since. It's not that I don't want to go, it's mostly because she comes at bad times for me. I either don't have the cash to spend or I am committed to previous engagements. I would love to see her again, but I am fearful that after twelve years, I may be disappointed with the results. In reality, I'd probably like it just fine. That may be just the thing to rekindle my rabid fan mode of Tori.
"Professional Widow" might be about Courtney Love. Then again, it might not. Does it really matter at this point. What may have been a burning question in 1996, is not so much anymore. This does mark the first album where Tori incorporates harpsichord into her music, with fantastic results. By the way, the remixes of this song are outstanding!
Lyrics:
slag pit
stag shit
honey bring it close to my lips
don’t blow those brains yet
we gotta be big boy
we gotta be big
starfucker just like my Daddy
selling his baby
just like my Daddy
gonna strike a deal make him feel
like a Congressman
it runs in the family
rest your shoulders Peaches and Cream
everywhere a Judas as far as you can see
beautiful angel
calling “we got every re-run of Muhammad Ali”
prism perfect
honey bring it close to your lips
what is termed a landslide of principle
proportion boy it better be big boy
starfucker just like my Daddy
selling his baby
just like my Daddy
gonna strike a deal make him feel
like a Congressman
it runs in the family
Mother Mary
china white
brown may be sweeter
she will supply
Mother Mary
china white
brown may be sweeter
she will supply
she will supply
she will supply
she will supply
give me peace, love and a hard cock
Song: Professional Widow
Year: 1996
Album: Boys For Pele
This album came out at the peak of my Tori fandom. I still love to listen to her, but I have to admit that I'm not as rabid of a fan as I used to be. I suppose that when she mellowed her sounds, I mellowed too. I like her new songs, but they will have a hard time living up to her past recordings.
I saw her in concert at McCormick Place in Chicago during the tour for this album. This was her first concert appearance after the infamous "Pain In My Hole" improv. There were people holding signs requesting it, but she confessed on stage that she didn't recall it. Still the fans wanted to hear it and she told us that she would go through her tapes and play it next time.
I haven't seen her since. It's not that I don't want to go, it's mostly because she comes at bad times for me. I either don't have the cash to spend or I am committed to previous engagements. I would love to see her again, but I am fearful that after twelve years, I may be disappointed with the results. In reality, I'd probably like it just fine. That may be just the thing to rekindle my rabid fan mode of Tori.
"Professional Widow" might be about Courtney Love. Then again, it might not. Does it really matter at this point. What may have been a burning question in 1996, is not so much anymore. This does mark the first album where Tori incorporates harpsichord into her music, with fantastic results. By the way, the remixes of this song are outstanding!
Lyrics:
slag pit
stag shit
honey bring it close to my lips
don’t blow those brains yet
we gotta be big boy
we gotta be big
starfucker just like my Daddy
selling his baby
just like my Daddy
gonna strike a deal make him feel
like a Congressman
it runs in the family
rest your shoulders Peaches and Cream
everywhere a Judas as far as you can see
beautiful angel
calling “we got every re-run of Muhammad Ali”
prism perfect
honey bring it close to your lips
what is termed a landslide of principle
proportion boy it better be big boy
starfucker just like my Daddy
selling his baby
just like my Daddy
gonna strike a deal make him feel
like a Congressman
it runs in the family
Mother Mary
china white
brown may be sweeter
she will supply
Mother Mary
china white
brown may be sweeter
she will supply
she will supply
she will supply
she will supply
give me peace, love and a hard cock
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Where It's At - Beck
Artist: Beck
Song: Where It's At
Year: 1996
Album: Odelay
I was a fan of Beck's since his early days. I don't mean "Loser" early, I mean "MTV Makes Me Want To Smoke Crack" original version early. I was happy when "Loser" hit big and everything else from the Mellow Gold album got a significant amount of airplay. Then the backlash started.
I saw Beck in a 1995 concert where he played mostly everything, but didn't play "Loser", which was his biggest hit at that time. The majority of the crowd was very disappointed in that decision. Some people started shouting, "Loser", at Beck. All they cared about was Beck playing his hit song.
I was cautiously optimistic about the release of Odelay. I wondered if there would be anything on the album that would be a breakout hit like "Loser" was. It didn't take too long for those doubts to melt away. "Where It's At" was picked up all over radio and the audience loved it.
I was really hoping that Beck wouldn't become a one hit wonder. I always thought that he had an incredible amount of talent. Too much to end up that way. "Where It's At" had the right combination of quirkiness and odd lyrical pairing to work. It didn't hurt that the song rocked.
Lyrics:
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
(with robot vocal effect)I got two turntables and a microphone
(Take me home with my elevator bones!)
(That was a good drum break)
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with parachutes fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Man spoken "What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's)
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town)
(girl spoken: "That's beautiful, Dad!")
(Got my microphone...)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Song: Where It's At
Year: 1996
Album: Odelay
I was a fan of Beck's since his early days. I don't mean "Loser" early, I mean "MTV Makes Me Want To Smoke Crack" original version early. I was happy when "Loser" hit big and everything else from the Mellow Gold album got a significant amount of airplay. Then the backlash started.
I saw Beck in a 1995 concert where he played mostly everything, but didn't play "Loser", which was his biggest hit at that time. The majority of the crowd was very disappointed in that decision. Some people started shouting, "Loser", at Beck. All they cared about was Beck playing his hit song.
I was cautiously optimistic about the release of Odelay. I wondered if there would be anything on the album that would be a breakout hit like "Loser" was. It didn't take too long for those doubts to melt away. "Where It's At" was picked up all over radio and the audience loved it.
I was really hoping that Beck wouldn't become a one hit wonder. I always thought that he had an incredible amount of talent. Too much to end up that way. "Where It's At" had the right combination of quirkiness and odd lyrical pairing to work. It didn't hurt that the song rocked.
Lyrics:
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
(with robot vocal effect)I got two turntables and a microphone
(Take me home with my elevator bones!)
(That was a good drum break)
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with parachutes fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Man spoken "What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's)
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town)
(girl spoken: "That's beautiful, Dad!")
(Got my microphone...)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Head Over Feet (Acoustic) - Alanis Morissette
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Song: Head Over Feet (Acoustic)
Year: 1996
Album: Space Cakes
This song will most likely be played at my wedding. The version from the EP Space Cakes will be the version. The Jagged Little Pill version is a little too loud and disruptive for the mood that I'll be trying to capture. The first acoustic version sets the perfect tone.
Many people still don't realize the power of certain lyrics. There's a line in "Head Over Feet" that mentions best friend with benefits. Well, I took that as one meaning when this song came out. Over the years, I have learned that the view that I took on that line was a bit narrow. With age, I now take that to mean that my wife will be my best friend and someone I can share every aspect of my life with.
Gone are the angst filled lyrics that originally fueled this release. Time has a funny way of softening the edges. They now appear more heartfelt and meaningful, as lyrics. I suppose the mark of a good lyric is one that's open to many different interpretations. Each one being right.
This song brings me back to my late teens and early twenties. While the song has not changed in over a decade, my perspective on it has. The song has grown up with me. We have both come out of the experience a little worn, but better for the ride. We have matured.
Lyrics:
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long
I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now, I am aware now
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
Song: Head Over Feet (Acoustic)
Year: 1996
Album: Space Cakes
This song will most likely be played at my wedding. The version from the EP Space Cakes will be the version. The Jagged Little Pill version is a little too loud and disruptive for the mood that I'll be trying to capture. The first acoustic version sets the perfect tone.
Many people still don't realize the power of certain lyrics. There's a line in "Head Over Feet" that mentions best friend with benefits. Well, I took that as one meaning when this song came out. Over the years, I have learned that the view that I took on that line was a bit narrow. With age, I now take that to mean that my wife will be my best friend and someone I can share every aspect of my life with.
Gone are the angst filled lyrics that originally fueled this release. Time has a funny way of softening the edges. They now appear more heartfelt and meaningful, as lyrics. I suppose the mark of a good lyric is one that's open to many different interpretations. Each one being right.
This song brings me back to my late teens and early twenties. While the song has not changed in over a decade, my perspective on it has. The song has grown up with me. We have both come out of the experience a little worn, but better for the ride. We have matured.
Lyrics:
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held your breath and the door for me
Thanks for your patience
You're the best listener that I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with benefits
What took me so long
I've never felt this healthy before
I've never wanted something rational
I am aware now, I am aware now
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your faults
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