You have to go some to beat
“I met this guy - and he looked like might have
been a hat check clerk at an ice rink.
Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said:
Oh boy. Right again.”
Laurie Anderson
Big Science
Let X=x
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From From the Air, the opening track on the same album:
Good evening.
This is your Captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Funny, few people have posted the track details.
Even funnier, i don’t think anyone has asked about any, so either know already (surprising if all), or don’r find interesting the ones they don’t know.
I deliberately didn’t identify the source of my ones, to see if they proved unknown and interesting enough to prompt a query, the latter answer clearly being no!
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I recognised most of the ones posted, then Googled the rest, one of yours I couldn’t find.
The wheels on the bus go round and round…
Which one?
What if the babies went on strike…
It sounds like I should know it, but I can’t place it and a quick google failed.
For Dr. Spock, by Edgar Broughton Band, from their self-titled 3rd album.
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Ah thanks.
Can’t help about the shape I’m in,
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin…
But don’t ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
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Shooting up junk in the bathroom
Makin’ it with punks on the floor
I am the son - And the heir - Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
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Moondog?
On a morning from a Bogart movie
In a country where they turn back time
You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
Contemplating a crime
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Woke up from a dream Thursday morning
Mr. Miandad to me was calling
Got Dickie on the phone and when he´d stopped yawning
I said "Pack up your bags we´re going to Pakistan“ cause…
We´re meeting Mr. Miandad, meeting Mr. Miandad
When we get to Pakistan in our VW camper van
Yep, Stamping Ground, showing my age.
First heard it on the CBS sampler Fill Your Head With Rock,which I bought in 1970 and still have today.
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Another five and dime local would-be legend …
Some people might say my life is in a rut …
I spend the days with my vanity …
The bloody cops are bloody keen to bloody keep it bloody clean …
Blockquote
Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos. From the beginning it was never anything but chaos: it was a fluid which enveloped me, which I breathed through the gills. In the sub-strata, where the moon shone steady and opaque, it was smooth and fecundating; above it was a jangle and a discord. In everything I quickly saw the opposite, the contradiction, and between the real and the unreal the irony, the paradox. I was my own worst enemy. There was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do. Even as a child, when I lacked for nothing, I wanted to die. I wanted to surrender because I saw no sense in struggling. I felt that nothing would be proved, substantiated, added or subtracted by continuing an existence I had not asked for. Everybody around me was a failure, or if not a failure ridiculous. Especially the successful ones. The successful ones bored me to tears. I was sympathetic to a fault, but it was not sympathy that made me so. It was a purely negative quality, a weakness which blossomed at the mere sight of the human misery. I never helped anyone expecting that it would do any good; I helped because it was helpless to do otherwise. To want to change the condition o affairs seemed futile to me; nothing would be altered, I was convinced, except by a change of heart, and who could change the hearts of men?
If you want to be a bird
Won’t you come try a little flying
No denying it gets you high
Why be shackled to your feet
When you’ve got weed you haven’t used yet?
Don’t wait for heaven, get out and fly
Just glide there through the clear air
Makin’ figure eights through the Pearly Gates
Where the soul and the universe meet
If you want to be a bird
It won’t take much to get you up there
But when you come down land on your feet
'Twas the first test of the Ashes Series 1993
Australia had only managed 289 and we
felt all was going to plan
that first innings at Old Trafford.
Then Merv Hughes and his handlebar moustache
dismissed poor Athers.
I took the crease to great applause
and focussed on me dinner.
I knew that I had little cause
to fear their young leg spinner.
He loosened up his shoulder
and, with no run-up at all,
he rolled his right arm over
and he let go of the ball.
It was jiggery pokery, trickery, jokery,
How did he open me up?
Robbery, muggery, Aussie skull-duggery,
Out for a buggering duck.
What a delivery.
I might as well have been,
holding a contra bassoon.
Jiggery Pokery who was this nobody
making me look a buffoon?
Like a blithering old buffoon.
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Antiques. Every other sentiment’s an antique.
As obsolete as warships in the Baltic.
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An excellent double album, that. Never had it, but a friend of mine did. Wish I had bought it.