It’s the very first Friday of 2009: time to kick off a whole new year of electronically-generated Musical Miscellany. Time for the Friday Random Ten!
The Missus and I are happily ensconced in our hotel room in Cool Springs, Tennessee. Well, technically, not in the room itself. I’m in the Bidnis Center, banging away on one of the public terminals, and SWMBO is drinking tea and carrying on a conversation with a Very Special Front Desk Person. The Mistress, of course!
A quick visit here, and then we’ll head back to Atlanta tomorrow morning to enjoy the last day-and-a-half of SWMBO’s vacation. Meanwhile, we gots us some Choons to listen to, fresh outta the little white Choon-Box! Here they are:
The Missus and I are happily ensconced in our hotel room in Cool Springs, Tennessee. Well, technically, not in the room itself. I’m in the Bidnis Center, banging away on one of the public terminals, and SWMBO is drinking tea and carrying on a conversation with a Very Special Front Desk Person. The Mistress, of course!
A quick visit here, and then we’ll head back to Atlanta tomorrow morning to enjoy the last day-and-a-half of SWMBO’s vacation. Meanwhile, we gots us some Choons to listen to, fresh outta the little white Choon-Box! Here they are:
- At the Zoo - Simon and Garfunkel
- Na Yella Bo - Natraj
- Hard Headed Woman - Cat Stevens
- Give A Little Bit - Supertramp
- Sultans of Swing - Dire Straits
- Slow Bird - Frank Zappa
- Twist And Shout - The Beatles
- Guilty - Yann Tiersen
Is it a sin, is it a crime
Loving you, dear, like I do?
If it’s a crime, then I’m guilty
Guilty of loving you
Maybe I’m wrong dreaming of you
Dreaming the lonely night through
If it’s a crime, then I’m guilty
Guilty of dreaming of you
What can I do?
What can I say?
After I’ve taken the blame
You say you’re through
You’ll go your way
But I’ll always feel just the same
Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
Loving you, dear, like I do
If it’s a crime, then I’m guilty
Guilty of loving you - The Mikado, Act I: Our Great Mikado, Virtuous Man - D’Oyly Carte Opera Company
- Pachuco Cadaver - Captain Beefheart
(Spoken: A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous. Got me?)
When she wears her bolero then she begin t’ dance
All the pachucos start withhold’n hands
When she drives her Chevy sissys don’t dare t’ glance
Yellow jackets ’n’ red debbles buzzin’ round ’er hair hive ho
She wears her past like a present
Take her fancy in the past
Her sedan skims along the floorboard
Her two pipes hummin’ carbon cum
Got her wheel out of a B-29 Bomber Brody knob amber
Spanish fringe ’n’ talcum tazzles FOREVER AMBER
She looks like an old squaw Indian
She’s 99 she won’t go down
Avocado green ’n’ alfalfa yellow adorn her t’ the ground
Tattoos ’n’ tarnished utensils, a snow white bag full o’ tunes
Drives a cartune around
Bromo-Seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground
Round red sombreros wrap ’er high tap horsey shoes
When she unfolds her umbrella pachucos got the blues
Her lovin’ makes me so happy
If I smiled I’d crack m’ chin
Her eyes are so peaceful thinks it’s heaven she been
Her skin is as smooth as the daisies
In the center where the sun shines in
Smiles as sweet as honey
Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in
When she walks flowers surround her
Let their nectar come in to the air around her
She loves her love sticks out like stars
Her lovin’ sticks out like stars
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