Great album, one of his more mellow moments. Makes for good late night listening, was just about to call it a night but now I just have to listen to it.
Two pints of Lager and a packet of crisps. Two pints of Lager and a packet of crisps. Two pints of Lager and a packet of crisps. Two pints of Lager and a packet of crisps.
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark All the sweet, green icing flowing down... Someone left the cake out in the rain and I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it and I'll never have that recipe again Oh, no! Oh no indeed!!!
Or, indeed, the B-side; Michael Booth's talking bum. Michael Booth's talking bum. Michael Booth's talking bum. He has the only talking bum in the land!
Precious few modern lyrics have genuine value. And neither did many of yesteryears'. Here's one of the most toe-curlingly awful ones from years back. See the tree, how big it's grown But friend it hasn't been too long It wasn't big I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig Then the first snow came And she ran out to brush the snow away So it wouldn't die Came runnin' in all excited Slipped and almost hurt herself And I laughed till I cried She was always young at heart Kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so And I surprised her with a puppy Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago And it would sure embarrass her When I came in from workin' late 'Cause I would know That she'd been sittin' there and cryin' Over some sad and silly late, late show And honey, I miss you And I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you If only I could She wrecked the car and she was sad And so afraid that I'd be mad But what the heck Though I pretended hard to be Guess you could say she saw through me And hugged my neck I came home unexpectedly And caught her cryin' needlessly In the middle of the day And it was in the early Spring When flowers bloom and robins sing She went away And honey, I miss you And I'm bein' good And I'd love to be with you If only I could One day while I was not at home While she was there and all alone The angels came Now all I have is memories of Honey And I wake up nights and call her name Now my life's an empty stage Where Honey lived and Honey played And love grew up And a small cloud passes overhead And cries down on the flower bed That Honey loved And see the tree how big it's grown But friend it hasn't been too long It wasn't big And I laughed at her and she got mad The first day that she planted it, was just a twig (Bobby Goldsboro) Now please excuse me while I go off and vomit.
Not exactly a song/lyrics, but got me thinking of John Cooper Clarke and his words of wisdom in the form of poetry. Here's T w at (Perhaps NSFW or Children's ears!) Nige
You're all not trying hard enough. Here's Bad Manners' version of Dicky Dee and the Don't's classic Nee Nee Na Na Nu Nu
The Day that Thatcher Dies The Day that Thatcher Dies We will laugh the day that Thatcher dies, Even though we know it's not right, We will dance and sing all night. I was blind in 1979, by '82 I had clues, By 1986 I was mad as hell. The teachers at school, they took us for fools, They never taught us what to do, But Christ we were strong, we knew all along, We taught ourselves the right from wrong. And the punk rock kids, and the techno kids, No, it's not their fault. And the hip hop boys and heavy metal girls, No, it's not their fault. It was love, but Tories don't know what that means, She was Michelle Cox from the lower stream, She wore high-heeled shoes while the rest wore flat soles. And the playground taught her how to be cruel, I talked politics and she called me a fool, She wrapped her ankle chain round my left wing heart. Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead. Track here on last.fm
