Originally posted by mankie:I dont know what that is, but its the worst so far, by a long way. Please dont tell me its some band I like.
I need a camera
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Originally posted by Anton Newcombe:WILCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Originally posted by mankie:I dont know what that is, but its the worst so far, by a long way. Please dont tell me its some band I like.
I need a camera
One of the greatest…seriously.
Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door
Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another you'd be dead
Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell
Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door
Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another you'd be dead
Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell
Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
The Instigator was a subpar album for Rhett. That's what you do. You put your crap songs on your solo album and save your good stuff for the band.
Originally posted by Anton Newcombe:
[QB] No Rhett, you're right.
This is so much better:
This is what I do this is what I do
Jennifer 1 was a racehorse-rider Heidi was a house on fire
Bernadette kept a distance we got tangled up in telephone wire
…this is up there too!
Line One is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried
Line Two we're away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Line Three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind
Line Four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die
Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You'll never hear the crack
Of a frown
Line One is the time
That you, you first stayed over at mine
And we drank our first bottle of wine
And we cried
Line Two we're away
And we both, we both had nowhere to stay
Well the bus-shelter's always OK
When you're young
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
That you die
Let's take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
Not through the age or the failure, children
Not through the hate or despise
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Line Three I forget
But I think, I think it was our first ever bet
And the horse we backed was short of a leg
Never mind
Line Four in a park
And the things, the things that people do in the dark
I could hear the faintest beat of your heart
Then we did
Now you're older and I look at your face
Every wrinkle is so easy to place
And I only write them down just in case
You should die
Lets take a look at these crows feet, just look
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Sixty 25th of Decembers
Fifty-nine 4th of Julys
You can't have too many good times, children
You can't have too many lines
Take a good look at these crows feet
Sitting on the prettiest eyes
Well my eyes look like a map of the town
And my teeth are either yellow or they're brown
But you'll never hear the crack of a frown
When you are here
You'll never hear the crack
Of a frown
Originally posted by mankie:Thanks Mankie, the band that made Billy Bragg suck will never be loved by me.
WILCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And these have to be amongst the cleverest lyrics ever, as only the Moz can do. (Is "cleverest" even a word?)
Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I've got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(Or, it could save my life)
Oh, here is London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)
Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
"I'm gonna sue you"
Oh, I really felt for you …mmm…
So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)
Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I've got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(Or, it could save my life)
Oh, here is London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)
Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
"I'm gonna sue you"
Oh, I really felt for you …mmm…
So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)
Markie, this is how's it's done:
Mankie, come to see the Dandy Warhols show. They are pretty good. You need to hear the music with the lyrics, so don't go by the words alone. Besides, Zia, the keyboard player (a woman) often plays topless. :D
Mankie, come to see the Dandy Warhols show. They are pretty good. You need to hear the music with the lyrics, so don't go by the words alone. Besides, Zia, the keyboard player (a woman) often plays topless. :D
Originally posted by Jaguär:…..any chance of jag ending up bottomless by evenings end??? ;)
Markie, this is how's it's done:
Mankie, come to see the Dandy Warhols show. They are pretty good. You need to hear the music with the lyrics, so don't go by the words alone. Besides, Zia, the keyboard player (a woman) often plays topless. :D
Originally posted by mankie:
Originally posted by Jaguär:…..any chance of jag ending up bottomless by evenings end??? :D
Markie, this is how's it's done:
Mankie, come to see the Dandy Warhols show. They are pretty good. You need to hear the music with the lyrics, so don't go by the words alone. Besides, Zia, the keyboard player (a woman) often plays topless. :D
Originally posted by Jaguär:
Originally posted by mankie:
Originally posted by Jaguär:
Markie, this is how's it's done:
Mankie, come to see the Dandy Warhols show. They are pretty good. You need to hear the music with the lyrics, so don't go by the words alone. Besides, Zia, the keyboard player (a woman) often plays topless. :)
Mankie, go to The Dandy Warhols site and listen to some of their songs. Make sure you at least listen to You Were The Last High, Bohemian Like You and Godlesss. They are my favorites.
Actually, this just popped up on my Real Player alert. (The fuckers must be monitoring my computer!) You can listen to the entire new album here.
Actually, this just popped up on my Real Player alert. (The fuckers must be monitoring my computer!) You can listen to the entire new album here.