Sunday 24 June 2012

HITTING THE SPOT

Afer dinner tonight (the Old Girl made me a Cornish pastie before she headed south), I practised in the billiard room. I listen to music there while playing snooker, billiards or pool and tonight amongst other things it was REM.  E-Bow The Letter.Wow! I've always liked this track especially since Patti Smith adds to the vocals but I picked up for the first time the reference to Maria Callas. I guess that resonated because earlier today I wrote a post with Callas mentioned in it.

SEE HERE


Edgy, quirky and sexy. I could write the lyrics but just wish I could write the music.


Listen to this:

3 comments:

Tracey said...

Love REM, and Michael Stipe is amazing.
Think I'll go and play Losing My Religion right now!

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

The bus ride, I went to write this,
4:00 a.m.
This letter

Fields of poppies, little pearls

All the boys and all the girls
sweet-toothed

Each and every one a little scary

I said your name

I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas

Whoever she is

This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far

This star thing,

I don't get it

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there

Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Will you live to 83?
Will you ever welcome me?
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?

Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light


Aluminum, the weakest link

I don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move?

I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?

My loss, and here we go again

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Look up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me
Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise

I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene

Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it

I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near

I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
I'll take you over

Pulls us near
Tastes like fear.

Nearer, nearer
Over, over, over, over
Yeah, look over
I'll take you there, oh, yeah
I'll take you there

Oh, over
I'll take you there
Over, let me
I'll take you there..
There, there, baby, yeah

THE CURMUDGEON said...

I love music, in all forms and am jealous of people who can pluck an 'air' out of the air.
It pisses me off though when they can do that and put the most trite and banal lyrics to it.

It is no wonder that Michael Stipe and Patti Smith hit it off. They both have that poetic 'soul' and can both find a musical edge that nibbles at us.