Robert De Niro's Waiting

Hopes dashed to the floor

Like shattered teenage dreams

Boys living next door

Are never what they seem

A walk in the park can become a bad dream

People are staring and following me

This is my only escape from it all

Watching a film or a face on the wall

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

(Talking Italian)

Robert De Niro's waiting

I don't need a boy

I've got a man of steel

Don't come any closer

I don't wanna feel

You're breathing, you're touching, but nothing's for free

I never want this to happen to me

Don't try to change me, you're wasting your time

Now I've got something much better in mind

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

(Talking Italian)

Robert De Niro's waiting

A walk in the park can become a bad dream

People are staring and following me

This is my only escape from it all

Watching a film or a face on the wall

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

Robert De Niro's waiting

Talking Italian

(Talking Italian)

Robert De Niro's waiting

Songwriters: Tony Swain, Keren Woodward, Siobhan Maire Deirdre Fahey, Steven Jolley, Sara Dallin. For non-commercial use only.

The left-hand pinky-finger ring I noticed in King Charles and Lord Mountbatten of Romsey.

Tryouts For The Human Race

We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night

One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew

Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got

When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone

Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn

Ah, we are a quarter billion strong

Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn

We just want to be someone

We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last

We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play

It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race

Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die

We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here

Gotta make our play, gotta get away

Gotta make our play

Let us out of here

We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son

We're just words that lovers use, words that light that automatic fuse

When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone

Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn

Ah, we are a quarter billion strong

Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn

We just want to be someone

Songwriters: Giorgio Moroder, Russell Craig Mael, Ronald D Mael. For non-commercial use only.

Emily Barker ft. Frank Turner - Bound For Home (Official video)

The songs lyrics and the singer (Emily Barker) reached into my unconscious and pulled me out of a very deep sleep/unconsciousness. I fell asleep with the radio on and came round because of the haunting lyrics and music.

It's happened once before in Bangkok, around 2009 when I was running around on the KLEIN. In that instance it was ELOs Strange Magic, and I feel profoundly that both times were examples of Grace (the uncountable Christian noun).

Hip Hop Conspiracy Music

 

If you know any great tracks with video please leave suggestions in the comments. Thanks.

Unborn Living, Living Dead, Bullet Strikes The Helmet's Head (Make A Grave For The Unknown Soldier)

Amazing footage of The Doors recorded live on sound stage studios. Oddly enough Ray Manzarek, a few years older than the rest of the group and usually level headed group member comes across cheesy and insincere as if trying to do a TV commercial rather than a sensitive retrospective. This leaves John Densmore as a more mature voice than his autobiographical account of The Doors and Robbie Krieger still pinned downed by shyness punctuated by great guitar work and  fine lyrics when Jim was uninterested.

My top four picks for people who ruffled the feathers of counter-culture management and were taken out for writing or speaking words that got a bit too close to the programme are  Terence McKenna, Bill Hicks, Amy Whitehouse and Jim Morrison. People think Amy and Jim died because they drank but I suspect they drank because they were go to die and it wouldn't be hard to include Hendrix and Joplin in that small group where 27 is popular. 

Coming back to Morrison's work some decades after I knew everything he ever wrote including the posthumous album 'An American Prayer' it's extraordinary to listen how clued up he was about how the machine and 'the man/man works from Nietzsche to Greek mythology his intellectual grasp was not one of a frivolous man. 

Morrison died in a bath like Whitney. Unlike Whitney he wrote a lyric about dying in the bath in a song called Hyacinth House. Worth a listen to the uninitiated.

Via The Very Hip Dangerous Minds

Midlake - Roscoe

Stonecutters made them from stones

Chosen specially for you and I

Who will live inside

The mountaineers gathered tender

Piled high

In which to take along.

Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.

When they got here, all exhausted

On the roof leaks they got started

And now when the rain comes

We can be thankful

Ooh aah ooh

When the mountaineers

Saw that everything fit, they were

Glad and so they took off

Thought we were devoid

A change or two

Around this place

When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

The village used to be all one really needs

That's filled with hundreds and hundreds of

Chemicals that mostly surround you

You wish to flee but it's not like you

So listen to me, listen to me

Oh, oh, oh and when the morning comes,

We will step outside

We will not find another man inside

We like the newness, the newness of all

That has grown in our garden soaking for so long

Whenever I was a child I wondered what if my name had changed into something more productive like Roscoe

Been born in 1891

Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline

Thought we were devoid

A change or two

Around this place

When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

1891

They looked around the forest

They made their house from cedars

They made their house from stones

Oh, they're a little like you, and

They're a little like me

When they're falling me

Thought we were devoid

A change or two

Around this place

(This place)

(This place)

When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with

(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)

Muse - Uprising

if you could

flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that

we should never be afraid to die

Amy Whitehouse - You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,

You say "what did you do with him today?",

And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,

'Cause you're my fella, my guy,

Hand me your stella and fly,

By the time I'm out the door,

You tear men down like Roger Moore,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would,

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,

He's in a place, but I can't get joy,

Thinking on you in the final throes,

This is when my buzzer goes,

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,

You say 'when we married",

'cause you're not bitter,

"There'll be none of him no more,"

I cried for you on the kitchen floor,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would,

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain,

We're like how we were again,

I'm in the tub, you on the seat,

Lick your lips as I soak my feet,

Then you notice little carpet burn,

My stomach drops and my guts churn,

You shrug and it's the worst,

Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble,

You know that I'm no good,

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble,

Yeah, you know that I'm no good. 

A Dapking studio cut from the original demo that's so good it's worth posting despite Mark Ronson regrettably talking over the singing to prevent pirate copies being made. You may have to click through to the Youtube page as EMI obstruct the listener from listening to it.

Glimpses here of one of a handful of the finest vocalists ever with lyrics from another century littered with contemporary props.

I Hated You, I Loved You Too.

Written at the age of 18 years old and performed here at the age of 19. It's a remarkable song if only for the way Kate Bush squeezes the lyrics and syntax to achieve something different for "so cold, let me in your window" with emphasis on the second syllable of the last word not the first syllable as would be expected. 

As soon as I understood what she did just now here, I realised it was as pure as art gets in a singer, song writing (not forgetting interperative dance) and then I thought of the parallels (lines) with Debbie Harry's lyrical contortions and Mezzo Soprano vocal transitions in Heart of Glass that made the song worth posting too. They both sing of the love/hate dynamic often found between lovers, which I have to say I'm not a fan of in real life, but recognise as productive and useful in many relationships I've observed.

Whatever you think of these two songs I've yet to hear someone sing them so that they are indistinguishable from the original. If you do let me know.