Four Songs No.3

If you fancy it, listen to the three songs in this pack and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do some research and find a bit of biographical information about the band or the artist to make your review journalistic rather than just a personal response. Here is the third pack of three...

Caecille Norby - Life On Mars

It's a god-awful small affair 

To the girl with the mousy hair 

But her mummy is yelling "No" 

And her daddy has told her to go 

But her friend is nowhere to be seen 

Now she walks through her sunken dream 

To the seat with the clearest view 

And she's hooked to the silver screen 

But the film is a saddening bore 

For she's lived it ten times or more 

She could spit in the eyes of fools 

As they ask her to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 

It's the freakiest show 

Take a look at the Lawman 

Beating up the wrong guy 

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 

He's in the best selling show 

Is there life on Mars? 

It's on America's tortured brow 

That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow 

Now the workers have struck for fame 

'Cause Lennon's on sale again 

See the mice in their million hordes 

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads 

Rule Britannia is out of bounds 

To my mother, my dog, and clowns 

But the film is a saddening bore 

'Cause I wrote it ten times or more 

It's about to be writ again 

As I ask you to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 

It's the freakiest show 

Take a look at the Lawman 

Beating up the wrong guy 

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 

He's in the best selling show 

Is there life on Mars?

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Colin Hay - My Brilliant Feat

Did someone call my name?

Like a distant drum is beating

Or is it just another dream of long ago?

I dance again, I am spinning

In the light, I am living

And I can feel the power rushing through my veins

Once upon a time I could do no wrong

For the candle flickers, the flame is never gone

To my brilliant feat

They all pay heed

I hear the crowds roar oh so loudly

Is it a game of chance

Or merely circumstances

A jack to a king and back

Then you have to pay to play

The world it won't wait for you

It's got its own things to do

The sun's gotta rise and drive another night away

And as I listen to the silence

I can hear thunder in the distance

To my brilliant feat

I make grown men weep

And still my eyes grow oh so cloudy

Another performance...

He explains at the beginning that it's about George Best (see HERE)

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Patti Smith - Summer Cannibals

I was down in Georgia
Nothing was as real
As the street beneath mu feet
Descending into air
The cauldron was a'bubbling
The flesh was lean
And the women moved forward
Like piranhas in a stream
They spread themselves before me
An offering so sweet
And they beckoned[x2]
Come on darling eat

[Chorus :]
Eat the summer cannibals
Eat eat eat
You eat the summer cannibals
Eat eat eat

They circled around me
Natives in a ring
And I saw their souls a'withering
Like snakes in chains
And they wrapped themselves around me
Ummm what a treat
And they rattled their tales
Hissing come on let's eat

[Chorus]

I felt a rising in my throat
The girls a'saying grace
And the air the vicious air
Pressed against my face
And it all got too damn much for me
Just got too damn rough
And I pushed away my plate
And said boys I've had enough
And I laid upon the table
Just another piece of meat
And I opened up my veins to them
And said come on eat

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
I was down in Georgia
Nothing was as real
As the street beneath mu feet
Descending into hell
So eat eat eat
Eat eat eat

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Dresden Dolls - Backstabber
(this video is a little bit rude - watch it at your own risk - I do not endorse it officially)

the record goes from blue to gold 

so thank you for all your help 

I know you want to jump around 

but try to contain yourself 

you always struck me as the type to take it lightly 

but now you’re gonna have to shut your mouth or fight me… 

backstabber, backstabber…. 

you’re all alone you’re all over  

the popular magazines will never care what do you care 

you’re down with the Japanese 

but you’ve got no right to sit there saying I abuse it 

when you only sleep with girls who say they like your music 

backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber
backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber 

backstabber! hope grabber! 

greedy little fit haver! 

god, I feel for you, fool….. 

s**t lover! off brusher! 

jaded bitter joy crusher! 

failure has made you so cruel…. 

rotten to the core  

rotten to the core 

rotten like a crackwhore 

backing out out the backdoor 

show us what you’re good for 

stick it to the noise board 

come on join the bloodsport 

show us some support, still 

working at the drugstore 

is it because you’re A F****ING 

backstabber! hope grabber! 

greedy little fit haver! 

god, I feel for you, fool….. 

s**t lover! off brusher! 

jaded bitter joy crusher! 

failure has made you so cruel…. 

  

so don’t tell me what to write 

and don’t tell me that I’m wrong…… 

and don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs 

so here we go the open road 

is covered with taco stands 

and you can stop we’ll drop you off 

and write to you when we land 

BACKSTABBER!

Put on your music journalist hat.