Song stuck in my head

America for Beginners by Latin Quarter

What's keeping the White House white?
Is it chalk, is it fog, is it fear?
Are they staying up most of the night,
Sending somebody out for a beer?
Is it bedtime for Bonzo, is it time for a change?
Is it flavour-free TV dinners?
It's a hard thing to take, when they make a mistake:
America for beginners...

The sound of a bell with a crack,
Even the swingers are swinging right.
The vigilantes are on their way back,
With prime time 'fight the good fight'.
What a start to the day, starts three times with a K,
There's no 'sponsored hour' for sinners.
They'll bring back the hot seat, turn up the heat...
America for beginners

That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for beginners

You wear designer jeans after dark,
Your shirts are short cut, in satin.
But watch out for Central Park,
The apartments in uptown Manhattan.
It's a sign of the times,
You'd better stay out in front:
They've only got time for winners.
Just keep living for fun, you son of a gun,
In America for beginners.

That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for, America for beginners
That's America for
Beginners

Everywhere
Stripes and stars
Men in dark suits in unmarked cars
Sipping Jack Daniels in Third World bars
We're close to the edge,
as close as we can get...
We're as close as we can get.

Lyrics of the Day

Orpheus by David Sylvian

Standing firm on this stony ground,
The wind blows hard, pulls these clothes around.
I harbour all the same worries as most -
The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost.
I wrestle with an outlook on life
That shifts between darkness and shadowy light.
I struggle with words
For fear that they’ll hear,
But Orpheus sleeps on his back
Still dead to the world.

Sunlight falls,
My wings open wide...
There’s a beauty here I cannot deny.
And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs
Are just so many people I knew never cared.
Down below on the wreck on the ship
Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn’t regret...
But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide
As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side.

Tell me,
I’ve still a lot to learn.
Understand,
These fires never stop.
Believe me,
When this joke is tired of laughing
I will hear
The promise of my Orpheus sing.

Sleepers sleep as we row the boat,
Just you, the weather, and I gave up hope.
But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps
Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs.
Still the voices have stories to tell
Of the power struggles in heaven and hell.
But we feel secure against such mighty dreams
As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring.

Tell me,
I’ve still a lot to learn.
Understand,
These fires never stop.
Please believe,
When this joke is tired of laughing
I will hear
The promise of my Orpheus sing

Rasputina makes 'song of the day' list

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a song about an old man. He had a cow. He had but one cow, and the cow died.

He loved the cow better than his own child.

When the cow died, getting grieved by the cow was going no milk and butter.
At home.

So, here come this song.



If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had ploughed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow

Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died

If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had ploughed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow

Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died

When the old man heard that his cow she was dead
over hedges and ditches you see he had fled
Over hedges and ditches and fields that were mown
he ran for his life just to get to his own

Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died

Now I sit down and I eat my dried meal
but I have no milk what to put in my pail
I have no butter to sop with my bread
now old wicked Dickie is dead

Oh, wicked Dickie done died
Oh, wicked Dickie done died

If you mourn for Dickie, I'll tell you right now
He was an old man and he had but one cow
Over hedges and ditches and fields he had plowed
He ran for his life just to get to his cow

Lyrics of the day

I said I'd never walk away,
But it seems we have come to that very day.
Don't waste your adrenalin
On the mess that we are in...

- Briskeby