Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

Ok, let's go................

crownliquor wrote:

And this contains the best lyrics ever:




Just to give you a clue as to what those lyrics are, mo used to drive a Rolls Royce, but he was too short to reach the pedals. And it was shit for his voice.

And that bumpin and grindin aint doin anything for his mind neither

The (Crowny)bhoy's back in full effect after what shall henceforth be described as "The "Horace" Incident"

Am standing by Horace Wimp immo, great track.


Think I've posted this before, with the same story:

Used to go round to my mate's house, and he refused to go out until we'd listened to "New Gold Dream" (or some other early Simple Minds album) and "Disco". I didn't realise how good "Disco" was at the time................................

You did

Still good tho (story and song)

Did I not make an oblique ref to this track a few posts back?

"Armani, Armani, Ah-Ah-Armani...Versace"

If i didn't i meant to

Aye, so you did. Your post was fucking class too.


You'll hate this, fucked if I care mind:

I know when to go out...............................................

Naaah

You wanta stay in



Honest...

Oooh ya fucker, that's on the cusp of.....................................fucking crap . Charles and Eddie.


If you don't like this album..........

Immo wrote:Naaah

You wanta stay in

Ok, anyone coming cycling tomorrow?

Paul Weller used to be god you know:

Anoh...

Oh anoh

A (hopefully) brief hiatus in the creative flow leads me to look for Youtube inspiration.

(I know... I 'spect you can barely believe your luck )

Fukkin love this fillum

A dreamer from the sticks has ideas above his station and gets badly burned - but finds a deeper truth in the process...

Fred Neil does the song, horse-faced Godlike genius John Barry does the theme (which may well show up on the next tear-stained comp)

Where is that Joe Buck?

I still choke up at the final scenes on the bus.

Don't tell that big bully plissken

Ned Merrill has a notion.

From high on a California hilltop he sees a string of glittering swimming pools stretching all the way to his house.

He decides to swim home.

As he arrives at each pool, he eulogises his perfect wife and his perfect daughters... the tennis courts, the parties, the sugar on his strawberries... a real success story.

The last pool is a public pool and as his stamina begins to fail, he hauls himself out of that final length to face his erstwhile neighbours and make the final trudge to his home.

From a short story by the genius of the short story John Cheever (almost as good as Raymond Carver )

Never out of my top 5 films since the first time I saw it.

There's a noise that ole Burt makes at around the 6 minute mark that chills ya to the bone (although prolly only if you've watched the whole thing)

Harold (Bud Cort) is desperately unhappy despite his anything-he-could-want life.

His mother tries to hook him up with a string of available society girls.

He scares them all off by staging a (hilariously black) series of faked suicides.

At a funeral he meets the septugenarian Maude (Ruth Gordon) and falls in love with her free-booting anarchic spirit.

Initially phased by the difference in their ages, he nonetheless finds himself irrresistibly drawn to her inner light and falls deeper and deeper in love with her.

It all ends badly.

The Cat Stevens song was recorded exclusively for the film and never appeared on any of his albums.

Another top-fiver.

WWI buddies Eddie (Cagney) and George (Bogart) make it big in the 20s bootlegging business.

Eddie falls arse-over-tit for the radiantly beautiful Jean (Priscilla Lane) when he sees her sing My Melancholy Baby at his club but is powerless to prevent her from falling for (and marrying) the big, dumb, good-lookin D.A. Lloyd and subsequently ends up with night-club floozie Panama.

Out of the business, down on his luck and with George flying high, he and Panama spend New Year's Eve together.

Jean arrives and begs Eddie to stop George from murdering Lloyd to prevent him from testifying to the grand jury.

Cagney acts his fukkin genius pants off (as per)

It all ends badly







James Cagney has never been out of my top two actors ever... ever

What can I tellya...

I fukkin hate happy endings

They're just so.... unrealistic

You almost lost me till you redeemed yourself with the Cagney post, Immo. Seee?

Mmmm Hmmmm

Ok, pop music, lets go:

Here's one for the safari jacket wearers amongst us

Fuck! If you don't like this you're deffo a cunt..................like mo.

Pop perfection, I've actually got a few mixes of Girls Aloud tracks. Their music goes surprisingly well with alcohol, a catchy tune and a vivid imagination