Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

I know... I know...

It's a bit



But hey....

...you say that like it's a bad thing

Looks, looks, looo-ooks, are why you rely on books

The Dan - of whom we are none of us worthy



I don't care anymore why you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear that it's over now
Drink your big black cow and get outta here

Lets do it one more once...



Well I did not think the girl could be so cruel
...and I'm nevah goin back to my old, schoooool.

:rendeer:

Nytol

XX

I know I go on a bit on this thread

But this is tooooo fukkin good

Have you two met?

Ella... Aretha... Aretha... Ella

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If you don't laugh out loud along with Ella at 0.46... can I have your heart?

You obviously got no use for it and I may need a standby for when mine bursts from sheer joy at the availability of this shit on Youtube (of whom we are not worthy)

Fukkin.... ENORMOUSLY powerful! :o

As the Liechtenstinians say..

Firella-fahn-zvereffaday - yah!

Last one

Promise

When I hear this one I think...


... he's nailed me in the first line.

"Don't get any big ideas"

or... as H. Steptoe so eloquently put it...

"You are a dyed-in-the-wool, reactionary, squalid little, 'know your place', 'don't rise above yourself', 'don't get out of your hole' - complacent... little... turd! "

(To which Albert replied - "Waddya want fer yer tea?" incidentally )

And then you hear how fragile and beautiful the music is...

...maybe things aint that bad

If only we could ask Thom ;)

"You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinkin"

I like bits and bobs of Cornershop. I won't go for the obvious (Brimful of Asha) cos Immo loves obscure so here's Lessons Learned from Rocky 1 to Rocky 111

Attaboy Peps!

Beltin wee ironic rocker that one




Obscure?

Moi?

Pshaw!

A top 20 hit from 1980 no less

This is schlock & roll radio...

Stay tooned for more schlock and roll...

I find that "obscure" comment wounding Peps

Wounding and hurtful

A perfect radio single - and nuthin less





PS

If that one doesn't bring out Sperms all spluttery and ragin.....




































...I shall hafta post a bitta John Miles

Some top notch dangly geetahs.

C'mon y'all.









I'm an American, boys. I've come a long way
I was born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've get something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Well it took a Little while but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my last pound
When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain
Met a Iittle girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions I'm gone
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling "shut out the lights"
Death rainin' out of the London night
We made love 'til dawn

When Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
She took a round coming cross the Channel last trip
I was thinking 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl
I'm taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

When Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about London when the Blitz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout this land
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple o' Purple Hearts so I move a little slow
ain't nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam

Now we gittin' warm...



We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines
and their speech is growing increasingly unkind
They say they are Christ's disciples
but they don't look like Jesus to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got politicians running races on corporate cash
Now don't tell me they don't turn around and kiss them peoples' ass
You may call me old-fashioned
but that don't fit my picture of a true democracy
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got CEO's making two hundred times the workers' pay
but they'll fight like hell against raising the minimum wage
and If you don't like it, mister, they'll ship your job
to some third-world country 'cross the sea
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars
So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors
and we call ourselves the advanced civilization
that sounds like crap to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got high-school kids running 'round in Calvin Klein and Guess
who cannot pass a sixth-grade reading test
but if you ask them, they can tell you
the name of every crotch on mTV
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he's standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free

"Raised on MTV".

Move it...

Git it...

Scoot it...

Ease it...

Drag it...

Pack it..

Tote it...

Scratch it...

Shake it...

Slide it...

Sneak it...

Shove it...

Sweep it...

Genius wordsmithery from the worlds first proper (white) rock & roller

Not too shabby from ole Tex on the vidja neither

Went tae this gig. Brilliant nicht oot. wan long intro but a great song aboot some of my "heroes".

Woody Guthrie -

Nice wan Immo, ma taes ur tappin'.

Death letter - Sun House.

Try an' stoap me noo.

Vambo. Nuff sed.

:o

That Steve Earle live thing's a fukkin beauty!!

Haven't heard that Son House track since I was King of the Jazz/Blues/Folk floor in the Union St Virgin Megastore :o !!!

You bin away too long man

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=sJoi2QpbiF4

Kind wurdz indeedy.

1,2, 1234.

To change the mood a little, i've been posing down the pub.








Francis Albert couldnae lace his boots.

Huvvin said that.