Sunday, May 22, 2011

Brigitte Bardot




From 1981 Squeeze, Labelled with Love...Brilliant songwriting


She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel,
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens,
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture,
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles in China.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

During the war time an American pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement,
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson,
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other,
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer,
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy,
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation,
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle .

Drinks to remember, I me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past has been bottled and labelled with love.
The past - has been bottled and labelled with love.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

Hey Rosetta!




I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and then brown to white
My mom is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that

I shut my eyes for a moment’s rest
‘Cause I get so tired
What thing transpired while my body slept?
Beset my mind

All the schools that I went to have all been closed
And all of my teachers are dead I suppose
The songs that we sung have all gone quiet
What happens below as you sleep at night?

I shut my eyes for a moment’s rest
‘Cause I get so tired
What things transpired while my body slept?
Beset my mind

The river’s up, the reeds are caught
Halfway across what never was
The water rose and swept in slow
When the reeds awoke they were half below

I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and then brown to white
My ma is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that

I’ve been asleep for a long, long time
Blond hair to brown and brown to white
My ma is buried beside my dad
But I was asleep for all of that
For all of that

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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British Prime Minister is snubbed by Morrissey & Marr

Britain's austerity measures are having an ill effect for Prime Minister David Cameron. Poor old David must be crushed. I'd hate to be him.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Something old, something new, something to remember



I enjoyed an amazing Remembrance Day morning in West Vancouver at the Cenotaph with a great community. I visited the Legion for a short time, but really not my thing. I was back home in the afternoon, cozy in my flat with some telee and music.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

New Favourite Song



I'm not just about re-arranging furniture and buying throw pillows. This blog proves it. Just be careful in stepping into my other life on Mainstream Melancholy.

Saturday, October 09, 2010

Saturday Night at the Movies

Spoon,


Another exciting Saturday night. Pouring rain, dark, no energy to go out. But Austin City Limits had Spoon on. That's something to save the dreadfulness of this night. Great band. Touring nowhere near to YVR though.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The New Arcade Fire - coming in August




In the suburbs, I
I learned to drive
And you told me I'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Tops for 2009



My Top Ten for albums of 2009 have been submitted to the North Shore News - many thanks to audiophile John Goodman. I have given him the caveat audiens for my picks - being far more folk/roots and of course, singer-songwriter stuff. No Lady GaGa (gag-gah) from me. How vile. This is the year of really geeky looking guy bands. And a lot of Canadians.

10: Morrissey - Years of Refusal


9: Andrew Bird - Noble Beast


8: Wilco - Wilco


7: Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest


6: Bruce Cockburn - Slice O' Life


5: Joel Plaskett - Three


4: The Great Lake Swimmers - Lost Channels


3: Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson - Break Up




2: Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix


and my number one pick for 2009....

1: Neko Case - Middle Cyclone *** A highlight of the year and an obvious highlight to her recording career. Neko Case is outstanding in her vocal talent and this album is a must have by anyone's standards!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Susan Boyle's first single drags em away


Susan Boyle's first single will be an amazing cover of Rolling Stones "Wild Horses". Although I love the Sundays' rendition of the song, this is something so beautiful, I can see that Boyle's album entitled "I Dreamed a Dream", will set new records in the stratosphere. It's release isn't due until November and will be offered on Amazon.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Off the beaten down path of Mainstream, get yourself some Andrew Bird

Chicago Instrumentalist, Andrew Bird, does his rare vocal appearance on this single "Imitosis", from the album Armchair Apocrypha. Great tune, intriguing video.



he's keeping busy
yeah he's bleeding stones
with his machinations and his palindromes
it was anything but hear the voice
that says that we're all basically alone

poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
when he put his Bunsen burners all away
and turning to a playground in a Petri dish
where single cells would swing their fists
at anything that looks like easy prey
in this nature show that rages every day
it was then he heard his intuition say

we were all basically alone
and despite what all his studies had shown
that what's mistaken for closeness
is just a case of mitosis
and why do some show no mercy
while others are painfully shy
tell me doctor can you quantify
he just wants to know the reason why

why do they congregate in groups of four
scatter like a billion spores
and let the wind just carry them away
hows can kids be so mean
our famous doctor tried to glean
as he went home at the end of the day
in this nature show that rages every day
it was then he heard his intuition say

we were all basically alone
despite what all his studies had shown
that what's mistaken for closeness
is just a case of mitosis
sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
and why do some show no mercy
while others are painfully shy
tell me doctor, can you quantify?
the reason why