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I’m quite into the long blondes at the moment. They are a bit like a cross between pulp and blondie. Play lots of punk pop but with some twisted and nasty lyrics. The long blondes have just released the single Giddy Stratospheres in the UK, it has made the top 40 which is good for them. The album itself got a very good review in NME who gave it 9 out of 10. One of my favourite tracks is a weekend without make up. the lyrics to the song are below.

Another weekend without makeup, another evening to myself.
Well, I guess that I won’t be having the time of my life tonight!
Where do you go when you’ve finished work?
You should have been home an hour ago!
I’ve got your tea laid out like some kind of fifties housewife.

Well I’ll feed you, but I need you to make a little more effort,
I don’t like giving you the third degree I just want what’s due to me

There are wants, there are needs and they are two very different things.
You can love or be in love, again, they’re two very different things.
Yes, they’re two very different things.

I need to talk but you’re much too tired
You’ve got a job but if you don’t get fired soon I will be extremely surprised (extremely surprised).
Where do you go when you’ve finished work?
You should have been back about an hour ago.
You’ve left me fashioning a double bed and acting like some kind of fifties housewife.

Well I’ll feed you, but I need you to make a little more effort,
I don’t like giving you the third degree I just want what’s due to me

There are wants, there are needs and they are two very different things.
You can love or be in love, again, they’re two very different things.
Yes, they’re two very different things.

I could be more than your landlady if you like, but you don’t like…and neither do I

There are wants, there are needs and they are two very different things.
You can love or be in love, again, they’re two very different things.

Yes, they’re two very different things.
You and I, we’re different
You and i, we’re two very different things,

but still i’ve got you, I’ve got you under my skin
but still i’ve got you, I’ve got you under my skin
but still i’ve got you, I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you under my skin

Country music…. what me!

Well I’ve been living in America for over a year now, and though I’m sure that nothing will change my mind from being an indie fan, especially with great albums by the good the bad and the queen, and the view coming out this week, I decided to check out some country and western music.

I was prompted to do this after reading the list of top earners in the USA last year, and though the Rolling Stones were firmly at the top, there were two people I hadn’t even heard of; Imagine my surprise when I realised that they were not some cool dude rappers but country and western singers!

Anyway I found a website related to Jason Michael Carroll who is one of those country and western singer like people. I took a listen and on first listen, well it wasn’t that bad; I’ve definately heard worse things than Mr Carroll (Simon Carroll to begin with!). Anyway though it was pleasent enough, for me, it’s definately lacking the inspiration and power of bands like the Stone Roses and the Arctic Monkeys. In a way Jason Carroll reminds me a bit of hootie and the blowfish who I had the pleasure of walking out of when they played in Manchester; but that’s another story.

It’s always nice to hear something that Jarvis Cocker has been working on. His last album is a bit hit and miss but definately worth a listen. One of my favourite tracks is Fat Children. When I wa back in England, one of my sisters friends got beat up by someone trying to steal their mobile phone! Christ what are they worth about a tenner on the black market? Anyway here’s the lyrics to Fat Children by Jarvis Cocker.

Last night I had a little altercation
they wobbled menacingly beneath the yellow street-light: it became a situation.
They wanted my brand-new phone with all the pictures of the kids & the wife.
A struggle ensued & then fat children took my life.
Fat children took my life. Oh…..

Well, some passers-by took me to the station.
The Police Force was elsewhere - putting bullets in some guy’s head for no particular reason.
So I died in the back of the cab but I’ll be back to haunt them.
This thing does not end here: my spirit walks the streets of Tottenham,
singing: fat children took my life. Oh…….

Oh, the parents are the problem; giving birth to maggots without the sense to become flies.
So pander to your pampered little princess - of such enormous size. Oh.

Class Lyrics by Mr Cocker again, I loved all his pulp stuff.