What are you listening to right now?

[justdrew]

[justdrew]

one dear to my own heart...

(same tune as the Finish (?) "loituma leva's polka" if you ask me)

WHACK!



" cold as a fire of ashy coals "

[Allegro]

^^^
Thanks, Drew.
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I think this Andrew James might be new?
Perhaps with some lyric updates, the song
would reflect the #Occupy movement.
Though, I like the song, as it is, too.

• Swansong | Andrew James & The Steady Tiger
  
  
  
  LYRICS.
  How many lies do we live by day
  To scared to stand we just hide away
  as we grow old, it's too late, it's today
  Why should we change the cars that we're driving
  While there's gold and oil that's still in the ground
  And how can we see the smoking horizon
  With our eyes fixed straight on the ground
  
  A warmer planet that is fine
  It's the greed in our hearts that I mind
  
  And we choose the thieves and the liars who will govern
  As they don their disguises and prey on the prizes we bought them
  And we'll say that we didn't know
  We'll be known as the wicked, the lazy, the crazy
  the people that choose to be blind.
  
  A warmer planet that is fine
  The tiredest cliché of our time
  I don't mind if we go
  It's the greed in our hearts that I mind

[AhabsOtherLeg]

A lightly refreshed PJ Proby causes some navigational problems to his dancers:


Drew, FFS... Enter The Haggis? Donald Where's Yer Troosers? Really?

I reckon you'll like Shooglenifty, they were big in the Highlands when I was last up there (a few years back now). Not mainstream yet, though they play all over the world. All instrumental, sort of dance/traditional crossover. I like this one mainly 'cos I've been to Glenuig Hall (it's tiny) but some of their other stuff is heavier and/or dancier. Worth Youtubing the name. Shooglenifty. It means something, but nobody would tell me exactly what. They had a good laugh when I asked. Something to do with sex I thought, but the internet suggests it just means "move" or "get out of my way." Ah well.

Glenuig Hall - Shooglenifty


There is a song by a nineties band called Earl Brutus that is very similar to the Crunch by The Rah Band you posted. Can't find it on Youtube though. Will try to track it down. I don't reckon it's a rip-off, more a homage, and the Earl Brutus version is good.

[justdrew]

There is a song by a nineties band called Earl Brutus that is very similar to the Crunch by The Rah Band you posted. Can't find it on Youtube though. Will try to track it down. I don't reckon it's a rip-off, more a homage, and the Earl Brutus version is good.

maybe this is it?

[Bruce Dazzling]

This guy's got a tiny little bit of natural ability.

<cough>

[justdrew]

Prepare...

I ain't gonna pee the bed tonight... but there's always music in the air...

[Allegro]

This guy's got a tiny little bit of natural ability.
<cough>

I LOVE productions like that one. Yep, just "a tiny little bit of natural ability" has he with a sense of humor! Here are earlier posts of mine that I love, too. Hope All Here Enjoy!

[Bruce Dazzling]

[AhabsOtherLeg]

maybe this is it?

'Fraid not Drew, the one i want definitely isn't on Youtube (can't find it on Last.fm either). It has a keyboard riff pretty much identical to part 1 of The Crunch. I've got the album at home someplace, will upload it meself when I get home.

I like Earl Brutus, though. A good gimmick, crossing the pomp and glitter of glam rock with the sleazy drunken thuggery of a big proportion of it's fanbase, and taking the two elements on to their natural conclusion. Gary Glitter had just been convicted for the first time before they appeared on the scene, and stories of his touring lifestyle were coming out, which helped people "get" where Earl Brutus were coming from at the time. Their live shows were notorious for a while. Singer died in 2008 though.

[Laodicean]

[Laodicean]

[AhabsOtherLeg]

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I'm not a parent myself, but I do believe that the best cure for bedwetting amongst boys, as exemplified in this video, is to subject them to the most extreme public humiliation possible, on the greatest and widest scale available to the parent or guardian.

In the old days, parents just hung the wet sheets out the window so the whole street could see them, or informally told the neighbours about the young lad's weakness with him in earshot, or told his peers as a cautionary example.

But it must be so much more effective to compose a rubbish faux-blues number and have the child perform it with the whole of his family on national television. He probably won't pee the bed tonight, right enough. But he will again when he's forty, dreaming back, and awake with clecnched fists and gritted teeth. Jesus.

There are no drawbacks to publically humiliating a kid over his bedwetting. It never did Ian Brady or Henry Lee Lucas any har.... well, okay, maybe a bit.

What a weird song, and subject, and family, and audience. Bloody hell.

Edit for content - undoubtedly one of the creepiest songs of the Fifties, which was a decade of deeply creepy songs, as David Lynch well knows:

[justdrew]

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I'm not a parent myself, but I do believe that the best cure for bedwetting amongst boys, as exemplified in this video, is to subject them to the most extreme public humiliation possible, on the greatest and widest scale available to the parent or guardian.

In the old days, parents just hung the wet sheets out the window so the whole street could see them, or informally told the neighbours about the young lad's weakness with him in earshot, or told his peers as a cautionary example.

But it must be so much more effective to compose a rubbish faux-blues number and have the child perform it with the whole of his family on national television. He probably won't pee the bed tonight, right enough. But he will again when he's forty, dreaming back, and awake with clecnched fists and gritted teeth. Jesus.

There are no drawbacks to publically humiliating a kid over his bedwetting. It never did Ian Brady or Henry Lee Lucas any har.... well, okay, maybe a bit.

What a weird song, and subject, and family, and audience. Bloody hell.

Edit for content - undoubtedly one of the creepiest songs of the Fifties, which was a decade of deeply creepy songs, as David Lynch well knows:

yeah, that is some severely weird sheet there.

at first I thought it was a re-write of another song, but it appears not... so... There's a bluesy soul-rocker waiting to be written titled, "I ain't gonna sleep in my own bed tonight"

[AhabsOtherLeg]

Who's that intriguing fellow in your last vid there, Drew? I can hear where he's influenced Nirvana (hello, hello, hello) and many others, presuming he's not new-ish - can't tell these days with the heavy use of old-school film filters all the time, and nobody having changed their clothes in any way in the last 60 years and all that.

Lookswise he's like an angrier and less eloquent Phil Ochs. I am hoping it's not The Residents or Devo, because I have always intended to pretend I know what they look like if it ever came to it. But I don't have a clue what they look or sound like really. And it better not be Rivers Cuomo dressed up and fucking about again.

You know who has also played Glenuig Hall, though, back in the day. Fuckin' Bonnie "Prince" Billy: