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Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Madonna

There’s a reason for this one. After the peculiar sideshows in the Federal and New South Wales parliaments this week (see this week’s Sunday Bits if you don’t know what I’m on about), I was reminded of this song. So I’m dedicating it to our politicians in the hope that they’ll take the hint and do something productive rather than wasting time on the same old nonsense day-after-day, week-after-week.

So, without further ado, this week’s award goes to Madonna, and the feature song is “Sorry”. And a heads up, the video is definitely worthy of a PG rating. If you’re offended by a bit of skin, don’t watch it, and don’t complain to me.

Je suis désolé (“I am sorry” in French)
Lo siento (“I am sorry” in Spanish)
Ik ben droevig (“I am sad” in Dutch)
Sono spiacente (“I am sorry” in Italian)
Perdóname (“forgive me” in Spanish)

I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
[repeated]

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘forgive me’
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore

You’re not half the man you think you are
Save your words because you’ve gone too far
I’ve listened to your lies and all your stories (listened to your stories)
You’re not half the man you’d like to be

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘forgive me’
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore

Don’t explain yourself ’cause talk is cheap
There’s more important things than hearing you speak
You stayed because I made it so convenient (so convenient)
Don’t explain yourself, you’ll never see

(Sorry, sorry, sorry) (repeated)
Gomenasai (“Forgive me”/”sorry” in japanese)
Mujhe maaf kardo (“Please forgive me” in Hindi)
Przepraszam (“I’m sorry” in Polish)
Sli’kha (“I am sorry” in Hebrew)
Forgive me…

(Sorry, sorry, sorry) [repeated]
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
I’ve heard it all before
[repeated]

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
I’ve heard it all before
And I can take care of myself
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘forgive me’
I’ve seen it all before
And I can’t take it anymore

I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say you’re sorry
(Don’t explain yourself cause talk is cheap)
I’ve heard it all before, And I can take care of myself
(There’s more important things than hearing you speak)
I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know
Please don’t say ‘forgive me’

Samuel

June 5th, 2011 at 05:58pm

The world is tad safer today

I was very pleased today to hear the news that American special forces have killed Osama Bin Laden, the dreadful man behind the September 11 attacks, among other atrocities. US President Barack Obama made the announcement a couple hours ago.

My congratulations and thanks go out to Mr. Obama, the brave men and women who were responsible for making this happen, and former President George W. Bush who set the wheels in motion for this very important mission.

Not surprisingly, a large crowd gathered outside the White House to celebrate when the news broke.

Fox News put together a nearly six minute report on Bin Laden, his acts, and the effort to capture him. It’s well worth a look.

And former President George W. Bush made an important statement, which I would like to share with you.

This momentous achievement marks a victory for America, for people who seek peace around the world, and for all those who lost loved ones on September 11, 2001. The fight against terror goes on, but tonight America has sent an unmistakable message: No matter how long it takes, justice will be done.

Hear hear!

Under the circumstances, I think this song is appropriate. Weird Al Yankovich’s KOMP Morning Show’s “Bin Laden Bomb Song”. Seeing as I didn’t get around to awarding a Musician Of The Week award yesterday, it can go to Weird Al Yankovich the crew from the then-KOMP Morning Show (see revision in comment #4 below).

Samuel

4 comments May 2nd, 2011 at 03:29pm

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: Martin Solveig and Dragonette

It’s been a while, so I think it’s time once again to delve in to the “I’m not a complete musical luddite, I do like some modern music but I have to really like it for it to appear on these pages” file…and this week’s award goes Martin Solveig and Dragonette, with the feature song being one which I absolutely love, Boys & Girls.

The video is rather interesting as well…it reminds me a bit of some of the music videos from the 1980s with the dance sequences which look rather amusing these days, but in a charming way. Also, the male dancer who is at the front of the group on the left of the shot behind Dragonette at 2:22, then behind Martin and Dragonette and eventually moves behind the manikin at the front left of view…he is the spitting image of someone I work with, especially when he pulls his “looking down slightly with a serious expression” face.

[Martin]
I could be your boy and you could be mine (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
I could be your toy, it would be fine (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
I could be your boy and you could be mine (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Bring me all your joy, it will be fine (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
You want it or not, coming after you, I’m really hot, I know you are too
I could be your clown, I will make it right
Boy say the word, let’s get over tonight

I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world

(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
[Dragonette]
I can’t be your girl, look at yourself (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Maybe you have taken me for someone else (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
I can’t be your girl, tu me fatigues (oh!) (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
This is not your world, boy you’re outta your league (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Popsicle French boy, sure of yourself
I could get to know you but I just want to dance
I’m gonna make it clear, parlez-vous français?
Ce n’est pas possible, now, get out of my way

[Martin]
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
[Dragonette]
(I could be your girl) Come on, rock my world
[Martin]
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world

Come on, rock my world

I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
[Dragonette]
(I could be your girl) Come on, rock my world
[Martin]
I could be your boy and you could be my girl
(I could be your boy) Come on, rock my world.

Samuel

April 24th, 2011 at 06:23pm

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: Simon and Garfunkel

Our old pals Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel (now, why can I remember Paul’s first name right now?..I usually can never remember it) are up for the Musicians Of The Week award again. This time around, the feature song is Bleecker Street.

Fog’s rollin’ in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleecker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep

Voices leaking from a sad cafe
Smiling faces try to understand
I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand
On Bleecker Street

A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleecker Street

Heard a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin’
It’s a long road to Caanan
On Bleecker Street
(harmonic vocal interlude)
Bleecker Street

Samuel

6 comments April 17th, 2011 at 06:07pm

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week, and a Samuel Salute: Ferlin Husky

A couple weeks ago in the wee hours of the morning, I was listening to John Kerr on the radio when he announced that he had to do something “now” because he wouldn’t have enough time to do it during the country music news segment, and it deserved the time. John announced the sad news that, during that week, country music legend Ferlin Husky had passed away. John proceeded to pay tribute to Ferlin, broke out in to a few lines of “The Wings Of A Dove” and then a few minutes later, took the time to play the record of Ferlin Husky singing this song.

Ferlin HuskyThis was a very emotional time for me as Ferlin Husky was one of my favourite singers when I was growing up. I absolutely adored his voice, and loved it when one of his songs would come on, particularly “The Wings Of A Dove” which was my favourite of his songs…in fact I gave Ferlin the Musician Of The Week award for this very song back in 2006, so it was quite upsetting for me to hear that this kindly 85-year-old had passed on, as it felt like a bit of my childhood had left me. It still feels that way.

Taste of Country’s Amy Sciarretto published a small, but lovely, piece about the late Mr. Husky on the day he died. I’ll share it with you.

Country Music Hall of Famer Ferlin Husky passed away at his daughter’s residence in Westmoreland today, reports The Tennessean. Husky was known for the 1957 hit ‘Gone’ — which was a catalyst for the poppier, Nashville Sound era — as well as the hit ‘Wings of a Dove.’

Ferlin Husky was 85-years-old and was suffering from congestive heart failure. He had seven bypass surgeries as of 2009, to which Husky once said, “I just pray and keep going.”

Husky wasn’t just a country singer who nailed songs to the top of the charts. He helped erase some of the stigma of twangy music by proving that a country song could appeal to a mass audience and crossover to pop music fans. He also acted in films and entertained people as “Simon Crum,” which was his comedic alter ego.

Country legend Merle Haggard spoke about Husky in The Tennessean last year, effectively summing up the entertainer. Haggard said, ”There were a lot of years when nobody in the business could follow Ferlin Husky. He was the big live act of the day.”

Husky was elected into the Country Music Hall of Fame in February 2010, which was a lifelong dream of his. He entered along with Jimmy Dean and Billy Sherrill during a ceremony in May 2010.

Even in the face of serious health problems, Husky never lost his sense of humor, which is very admirable to say the least. “Some of the people that vote [for the Hall members] are so young, I thought they’d never heard of me,” he joked at the time. “I figured they thought Ferlin Husky was some kind of disease.”

Our thoughts and prayers are with Ferlin Husky’s family members and friends on this day. Rest in peace, Ferlin. Your legacy will live on in the hearts of many.

And so, it is with a heavy heart that I once again award Ferlin Husky with the Musician Of The Week award, and offer up a rare Samuel Salute to this true legend of the music industry and a man for whom I have great admiration and respect…a man who gave me many fond memories despite the fact that we never meet.

Mr. Ferlin Husky. Born December 3, 1925. Died March 17, 2011. May you rest in peace.

Once again, the feature song is “The Wings Of A Dove”. A song for which I will forever remember this great man.

On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
(Sign from above)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

When troubles surround us
When evils come
The body grows weak
(Body grows weak)
The spirit grows numb
(Spirit grows numb)
When these things beset us
He doesn’t forget us
He sends down His love
(Sends down His love)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
(Sign from above)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

When Noah had drifted
On the flood many days
He searched for land
(He searched for land)
In various ways
(Various ways)
Troubles, he had some
But wasn’t forgotten
He sent him His love
(Sent him His love)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
(Sign from above)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
(Sign from above)
On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

On the wings of a dove
(Wings of a dove)

With special thanks to Taste Of Country and the Country Music Hall of Fame for Ferlin’s photo.

Samuel

2 comments April 3rd, 2011 at 11:20pm

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Tennessee Ernie Ford

This one’s for 2UE’s John Kerr who, in the wee hours of Sunday morning, put on his deep voice and belted out a few lines of this song, sounding just like Tennessee Ernie Ford himself. The feature song for the week is Sixteen Tons.

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you
Then the left one will

You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store

Samuel

March 7th, 2011 at 01:59am

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Sophie Ellis-Bextor

It’s safe to say that this week’s award is quite a change from the norm for my Musician(s) Of The Week awards. Generally speaking I’m not a huge fan of modern music, although of late I have been getting in to some of the electronic music dance and pop music. I’m convinced that the ratio of junk to good stuff is somewhere around 50:1 or worse, but there are a few gems in there.

One of the things which I think is sadly lacking in most modern music (even stuff that I would consider to be good modern music) is interesting lyrics. Somewhere along the line, the art of telling a story, painting a picture or merely doing something clever with words, was lost. Thankfully it’s not completely lost though, and this week’s award highlights that.

This song caught my attention when I was watching Robbie The Reindeer on ABC1 last week as it played over the closing credits. The lyrics in this one certainly paint a picture and are quite clever, and I’m quite impressed by the catchy musical arrangement which goes with it. By the way, the male voice in this (not the deep one, the other one) is Fred Schneider from the B-52s (for those not familiar, think of the male voice from “Love Shack”). At first when I heard it, I thought it had to be him, and then Wikipedia confirmed it.

Anyway, enough of my preamble, enjoy the feature song for this week which is Supersonic.

Supersonic from the Earth to the Sun now
Flash – from your atomic gun wow
Hang a right at the next zodiac sign
Your kiss is mine

Our love is radiating
Chill out, it´s worth the waiting
You´ve got me spinning like a satellite
I´m in orbit, we´re in heaven
Countdown is a quarter to seven
Faster than the stars shooting by
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

Venus collides with Mars
Romance written in the stars

Supersonic from the Earth to the Sun now
Flash – from your atomic gun wow
Hang a right at the next zodiac sign
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic baby
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic lover baby

Supersonic, I´m at the controls now
The course I take is gonna be bold
I´ve got you covered, covered like lotion
We move together, perpetual motion
All the planets are in alignment
Venus rising, that´s the assignment
The love phase is emerging
Signs show harmonic converging

Venus collides with Mars
Romance written in the stars

Supersonic from the Earth to the Sun now
Flash – from your atomic gun wow
Hang a right at the next zodiac sign
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic baby
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic lover baby

Zoom baby your signal is clearer
Flashing lights are getting nearer
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 !

Supersonic from the edge of the Sun now
Flash – from your atomic gun wow
Hang a right at the next zodiac sign

Supersonic from the edge of the Sun now
Flash – from your atomic gun wow
Hang a right at the next zodiac sign

Supersonic from the edge of the Sun
My supersonic baby
Flash – from your atomic gun
My supersonic baby
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic baby
Your kiss is mine
Kiss so divine
My supersonic lover baby

Samuel

January 9th, 2011 at 06:32pm

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard

I was reminded of this song almost two weeks ago (it really doesn’t seem that long ago, but it was in the week before Christmas so I suppose it is) when Casey Hendrickson filled in on KCMO is Kansas City. The producer over there goes by the name “Lefty”, which reminded me of this song, not exclusively by Willie and Merle, but I think their version is the best of the bunch. Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard singing Pancho and Lefty.

Livin’ on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
And now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath is hard as kerosene

Weren’t you mamma’s only boy?
But her favorite one it seemed
She began to cry when you said
Good-bye, sank to your dream

Pancho was a bandit boy
His horse was fast as polished steel
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel

Well Pancho met his match, you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dyin’ word
Oh, but that’s the way it goes

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can’t sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down South
Ended up in Lefty’s mouth

The day they lay poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain’t nobody knows

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
And Lefty’s livin’ in cheap hotels
The desert’s quiet, Cleveland’s cold
And so the story ends we’re told

Pancho needs your prayers, it’s true
Save a few for Lefty too
He only did what he had to do
And now he’s growin’ old

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day
Only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose

A few grey Federales say
Could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness I suppose

Samuel

January 3rd, 2011 at 12:19am

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Martina McBride

It only happens once every seven years or so that the 4th of July falls on a Sunday…so given the timing, I can’t let the day go by without giving the Musician Of The Week award to Martina McBride. The feature song, not surprisingly, is Independence Day.

I would also like to take this opportunity to wish all of my American readers a very happy Independence Day.

Well she seemed all right by dawn’s early light
‘Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn’t drinkin’ again
But daddy left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day

Well word gets around in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
But mama was proud and she stood her ground
She knew she was on the losin’ end
Some folks whispered, some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
When time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day

Let Freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it’s Independence Day

Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames
And took down some names
And sent me to the county home
Now I aint sayin’ it’s right or it’s wrong
But maybe it’s the only way
Talk about your revolution
It’s Independence Day

Let Freedom ring
Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong
Let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay, it’s Independence Day

Roll the stone away
It’s Independence Day

Samuel

July 4th, 2010 at 10:23pm

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: The Andrews Sisters

My apologies for not getting to this last night.

On Saturday night just before midnight as a lead-in to ANZAC Day, Glenn Wheeler played this song on 2GB. I had been holding on to it myself on my list for the Musicians Of The Week Award, but after hearing Glenn play it I decided that it would be the perfect song for ANZAC Day, so now, half a day late, this week’s award goes to The Andrews Sisters, and the feature song is Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy.


Andrews Sisters – Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy
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He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way.
He had a boogie style that no one else could play.
He was the top man at his craft.
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft.
He’s in the army now, a-blowin’ reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam.
It really brought him down because he couldn’t jam.
The Captain seemed to understand.
Because the next day the Cap’ went out and drafted the band.
And now the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

A toot, a toot, a toodlie-a-da-toot.
He blows it eight to the bar in boogie rhythm.
He can’t blow a note unless a bass and guitar
Is playin’ with him.
He makes the company jump, when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B.
And when he played boogie woogie bugle
He was busy as a busy bee.
And when he plays he makes the company jump eight to the bar.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Andata toodliata-toodliata toot toot
He blows it eight to the bar.
He can’t blow a note if a bass and guitar
Isn’t with him.
A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

He puts the boys to sleep with boogie every night,
And wakes ’em up the same way in the early bright.
They clap their hands and stamp their feet.
Because they know how he plays when someone gives him a beat.
He really breaks it up, when he plays reveille.
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B.

Da-dah-da-dah-da
Da-dah-da-da-dah-da
Da-dah-da-da-da
Da-dah-da-da-dah-da

A-a-a-and the company jumps when he plays reveille
He’s the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B!

Samuel

1 comment April 26th, 2010 at 10:22am

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: Huey Lewis And The News

They’ve won the award before with Hip To Be Square, but I heard one of their other songs today and it reminded me that I’ve been intending on reviving this award of late…so that song, If This Is It, is this week’s feature song.


Huey Lewis & The News – If This Is It
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I’ve been phoning
At night and morning
I heard you say
Tell him I’m not home
Now you’re confessing
But I’m still guessing
I’ve been your fool for so, so long

Girl don’t lie
Just to save my feelings
Girl don’t cry
And tell me nothing’s wrong
Girl don’t try
To make up phony reasons
I’d rather leave than never believe

If this is it
Please let me know
If this ain’t love you’d better let me know (let me know)
If this is it
I want to know
If this ain’t love, baby
(Just say so) just say so

You’ve been thinking
And I’ve been drinking
We both know that it’s just not right
Now you’re pretending
That it’s not ending
You’ll say anything to avoid a fight

Girl don’t lie
And tell me that you need me
Girl don’t cry
And tell me nothing’s wrong
I’ll be alright
Oh, one way or another
So let me go
Or make we want to stay

If this is it
Please let me know
If this ain’t love you’d better let me know (let me know)
If this is it
I want to know
If this ain’t love, baby
(Just say so) just say so

If this is it
Please let me know
If this ain’t love you’d better let me know (let me know)
If this is it
I want to know
If this ain’t love, baby
Just say so

(If this is it, please let me know)
I wanna know
(If this is it)
If this is it
(Please let me know)
I gotta know
(If this is it)
You better
(Please let me know)

(If this is it)
If this is it
(Please let me know)
I gotta know
(If this is it)
You better
(Please let me know)
Just say so
(If this is it, please let me know)

Samuel

April 4th, 2010 at 06:28pm

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Natalie Imbruglia

Natalie gets the award this week, and the feature song is Torn


Torn – Natalie Imbruglia
by natalieimbruglia

I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around
And he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn’t be that man that I adored
You don’t seem to know
Or seem to care
What your heart is for
I don’t know him anymore
There’s nothin’ where he used to lie
Conversation has run dry
That’s what’s going on

Nothing’s right
I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
In to something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn

So I guess the fortune teller’s right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
But you crawled beneath my veins
And now
I don’t care
I have no luck
I don’t miss it all that much
There’s just so many things

That I can’t touch
I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
In to something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
Torn

There’s nothin’ where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That’s what’s going on

Nothing’s right
I’m torn
I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
In to something real
I’m wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

I’m all out of faith
This is how I feel
I’m cold and I’m ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You’re a little late
I’m already torn
Torn

Samuel

December 13th, 2009 at 05:59pm

Samuel’s Musicians Of The Week: Faker

It pains me to do this, it really does, but this week I find myself giving the Musicians Of The Week award to the aptly named group Faker who, for all intents and purposes, manage to fake singing really badly…it could hardly be worse. However, it’s not their musical ability (or lack thereof) that I’m interested in this week, rather it’s the lyrics of the feature song “This Heart Attack” which seem apt to cover the last few weeks.

Enjoy, or don’t…probably the latter, until it grows on you anyway.

Incidentally, a big hello to the folks at EMI Music who have disabled embedding of this on YouTube and forced me to find an alternative version. Thanks guys, you’re all so very helpful.


Faker – This Heart Attack

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I’m going away to be alone
I’m coming back with answers
Aah aah, aah ahh
Don’t try to call my telephone
It’s disconnected
Aah aah, aah ahh
And I don’t know where I’m going
But can you guide me?
Aah aah, aah ahh
If I find love where I’m going
Will it survive me?
Aah aah, aah ahh
‘Cause in your own space you’re disconnected
And in your own mind you’re not affected
And in your own time you’re still attracted
But in your own li-i-ife…

This heart attack
I’ve gotta get away not coming back
I want some downti-ime
so call me when you can and I’ll be fine

I’ve found the time to be alone
I don’t know what you’re asking
Aah aah, aah ahh
I’m waiting by the telephone
And you’re still barking
Aah aah, aah ahh
My heart stops it isn’t… going
Could you revive me?
Aah aah, aah ahh
I think I’m lost without knowing
So come and find me
Aah aah, aah ahh

‘Cause in the same space we’re disconnected
And in your own mind you’re not attracted
But in your own life over reacted
And in your own ti-ime

This heart attack
I think I’ll go away not coming back
I’m off the li-i-ine
so call me when you can some other time
This heart attack
I’ve gotta get away not coming back
I want some downti-ime
so call me when you can and I’ll be fine

Sometimes if we don’t go (we don’t go, we don’t go)
sometimes you don’t know (you don’t know, you don’t know)
You don’t go I don’t go (I don’t go, I don’t go)
I don’t go you don’t go
Go go go go

I’ve got your back
but you don’t got mine
This heart attack
then I’m feeling fine

This heart attack
I’ve gotta get away I’m not coming back
I’m ’bout to flatli-ine
So call me when you can some other time
This heart attack
I’ve gotta get away not coming back
I want some downti-ime
So call me when and I’ll be fine

I’m going away to be alone
I’m going away to be alone
Going away to be alone
I’m going away to be alone

Samuel

November 30th, 2009 at 12:02am

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: Laura Branigan

This week’s award goes to Laura Branigan, and the feature song is Self Control

Oh the night, is my world
City lights, painted girls
In the day, nothing matters
It’s the night time that flatters
In the night, no control
Through the wall, something’s breaking
Wearing white, as you’re walking
Down the street, of my soul

You take my self
You take my self-control
You got me living only for the night
Before the morning comes the story’s told
You take my self
You take my self-control

Another night
Another day goes by
I never stop myself to wonder why
You help me to forget to play my role
You take my self
You take my self-control

I
I live among the creatures of the night
I haven’t got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow
So, I guess I’ll just believe it that tomorrow never comes

I said night
(You take myself, you take my self-control)
I’m living in the forest of a dream
(You take myself, you take my self-control)
I know the night is not as it would seem
(You take myself, you take my self-control)
I must believe in something so I’ll make myself believe it-
(You take myself, you take my self-control)
This night will never go

Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo

Oh the night, is my world
City lights, painted girls
In the day, nothing matters
It’s the night, time that flatters

(Oh the night, is my world)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(City lights, painted girls)
You got me living only for the night
(In the day, nothing matters)
Before the morning comes the story’s told
(It’s the night time that flatters)
You take my self, you take my self-control

I
I live among the creatures of the night
I haven’t got the will to try and fight, against a new tomorrow
So, I guess I’ll just believe it – tomorrow never knows
I said night
I’m living in the forest of a dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something so I’ll make myself believe it-
that this night will never go

Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo

(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control

(Ooo)
I
(ooo)
I live among the creatures of the night
(Ooo, ooo)
I haven’t got the will to try and fight
(Ooo, ooo)
I’m living in the forest of a dream
(Ooo, ooo)
I know the night is not as it would seem
(Ooo, ooo)
(Ooo, ooo)
City lights, painted girls
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control
(Ooo, ooo)
You take my self, you take my self-control

Samuel

November 15th, 2009 at 05:28pm

Samuel’s Musician Of The Week: September

I have been unable to get this song out of my head all week, and as it is the rare occasion in which a song which is stuck in my head is a song which I happen to like, I’m circumventing the random number generator and giving this week’s award to September. The feature song is RIP.

It gets dark and a shiver moves across my skin
There are stars but the cloudy skies won’t let them in
I’m gonna write few words and I hope they carry all the way
Back to the start of this girl
When she still had something good to say

Seventeen
and you know exactly what you need
Twenty two
and they still see something great in you
But no one tells you a word
But the lonely echo in a heart
When this be filled up with hurt
and your whole world starts to come apart

They rest in peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old
So rest in peace there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

Say goodbye, that’s the only word you’ll ever need
When you try it gets so much harder to succeed
If I had nothing to lose, I would surely lose it in the end
And you know if I could choose I would never do it all again

They rest in peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old
So rest in peace there is no come back
I will never have a hold
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
That this world is not a home

It’s pumping through my system, get the poison out of me
What good is a believer when there’s nothing to believe
So put me in the shuttle, let me spin around the world
Show me the star
Oh

They Rest In Peace, won’t ever come back
All the stories I was told
I had a dream – it’s fading to black
Just like me it’s growing old

So rest in peace there is no come back
(it’s pumping through my system, get the poison out of me)
I will never have a hold
(what good is a believer when there’s nothing to believe)
Now there is screaming from the pitch black
(so put me in the shuttle let me spend around the world show me the stars)
That this world is not a– that this world is not a home

Samuel

October 18th, 2009 at 06:00pm

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