I'm a pervert

I can never hear the lyrics

Take a load off Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny
And you put the load right on me

without thinking... well, you know what.

Out of the public toilet

and into the Fire.

Thought for the day

I get up in the evening
and I ain't got nothing to say
I come home in the morning
I go to bed feeling the same way
I ain't nothing but tired
Man I'm just tired and bored with myself
Hey there baby, I could use just a little help

You can't start a fire
You can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

Message keeps getting clearer
radio's on and I'm moving 'round the place
I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face
Man I ain't getting nowhere
I'm just living in a dump like this
There's something happening somewhere
baby I just know that there is

You can't start a fire
you can't start a fire without a spark
This gun's for hire
even if we're just dancing in the dark

You sit around getting older
there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me
I'll shake this world off my shoulders
come on baby this laugh's on me

Stay on the streets of this town
and they'll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I'm just about starving tonight
I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting 'round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

You can't start a fire sitting 'round crying over a broken heart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark
You can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart
This gun's for hire
Even if we're just dancing in the dark

- Bruce Springsteen, Dancing in the Dark

Meanwhile, my Glasto week so far: Had ticket, didn't go. Fell to my knees watching the Dead Weather's secret gig on my girlfriend's TV. Sprung to my feet again when I saw the crowds and remembered my enochlophobia [fear of racist politicians]. Caught the Fleet Foxes in Hyde Park yesterday, one hundred yards from the comfort of my girlfriend's bathroom. Heard Neil Young from her front room. Had a Glasto sympathy-in-exile party (in W1) last night. Got slammed and almost licked the big screen watching the Boss. Endless breathless texts from my sister. Going to see Springsteen in the park today. Got ants in my pants.

P.S. Good man.

Advice to American girls, by way of Paul Simon

Just lie back and think of New England, sweet New England.

Dylan, on writing

Images don’t hang anybody up. Like if there’s an astrologer with a criminal record in one of my songs it’s not going to make anybody wonder if the human race is doomed. Images are taken at face value and it kind of freed me up.

In what way?
Well for instance, if there are shadows and flowers and swampy ledges in a composition, that’s what they are in their essence. There’s no mystification. That’s one way I can explain it.

Like a locomotive, a pair of boots, a kiss or the rain?
Right. All those things are what they are. Or pieces of what they are. It’s the way you move them around that makes it work.

- Taken from Bill Flanagan's interview with The Great One.

Greatest love song ever

If there's one thing that this blog offers

(and that is hugely debatable) it's really good music with the very best lyrics:



(Thanks to WC)

Thought for a bad day

If art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below.

- Lou Reed/John Cale, Smalltown

Thought for the day

I'm dying for some action
I'm sick of sitting round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now baby give me just one look.

- Bruce Springsteen, Dancing in the Dark

(Thanks to Jack. Great minds think alike. And so do ours.)

Thought for the day

The old maid's waitin' for leap year to come
The crooner's just waitin' to sing
The old cow's standin' by the Bull Durham sign
Just a-waitin' for the grass to turn green.

The bar-fly's waitin' for an easy mark
'N' the hitch-hiker's waitin' for a ride
The life-termer's waitin' for a prison break
The beachcomber's waitin' for the tide.

Farmer's daughter's waitin' for the salesman
To take her into town
The city slicker's waitin' for the country boy
To lay all his money down.

You know ev'rything comes to a standstill
Nothin' seems to make a turn
Worm must be waitin' for the early bird
I guess the early bird's waitin' for the worm.

Nobody wants to do nothin'
Just waitin' to get a finger in the pie
Waitin' for a call from a big quiz show
Or hopin' and a-waitin' for some rich uncle to die.

Katie, she's waitin' at the garden gate
The moonshiner's waitin' at the still
'N' the gambler's still waitin' for that Ace in the hole
'N' I guess Jack's still waitin' for Jill.

Ev'rybody's waitin' for som'thin'
Nothing seems to turn out right
'Cause the night shift's waitin' for mornin'
And the burglar just waitin' for night.

The congregation's waitin' for the preacher
Preacher just waitin' for the groom
'N' the groom's just waitin' for the June bride
And the bride's Just waitin' for June.

Sunflow'rs waitin' for the sunshine
Violets just waitin' for dew
Bees just waitin' for honey
And, honey, I'm just waitin' for you.

- Hank Williams, Just Waitin'

Best & Worst Lyrics (All Time) II

CANDIDATE FOR BEST LYRICS OF ALL TIME

Now I wanna sniff some glue
Now I wanna have somethin' to do
All the kids wanna sniff some glue
All the kids want somethin' to do*

- The Ramones, Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue

*In case you haven't heard it before (shame on you), this is the entire song.

Best & Worst Lyrics (All Time)

I hope this topic'll prove an ongoing thang, but while I'm thinking about it, I just want to offer my two centimes on the hugely important issue of which are the best and the worst lyrics of all time.

As is the rule with this blog, my primary reason for doing this is because I was just having a jolly confab about this very subject in which I dug up some pretty decent answers, and I figured I'd forget them by this evening if I didn't write them down somewhere. And seeing as how I am already drowning under a Kilimanjaro of notes right now (none of which I seem to be able to get into any sort of order) I couldn't think of a better place than right here on the Amnesiac Thingamajig.

So, without further ado, here are my initial public offerings:

WORST LYRIC OF ALL TIME:

My diamonds are reckless
Feels like a midget is hangin' from my necklace.

- Ludakris, Stand Up

BEST LYRIC OF ALL TIME:

I said, do you speak-a my language?
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich.

- Men At Work, Down Under

BONUS LYRIC:

We dont wipe our asses on Old Glory,
God and Lone Star beer are things we trust.
We keep our women virgins till they're married
So hosin' sheep is good enough for us.

- Kinky Friedman, Asshole from El Paso