The last song that made me (you) smile
Posted by: Massimo Bertola on 25 April 2008
This morning, I tuned in George Harrison's >Between the devil and the deep blue sea<. I thought of George and his ukulele, with a bunch of merry sidemen, short before his death, singing so lightheartedly, and I found myself smiling all through the song.
Posted on: 25 April 2008 by Steeve
'My Party Is Better' by Emmy The Great
I'm having a party but you're not invited
Pizza and fizzy-pop it's all so exciting
Sardines and musical chairs
What a shame that you're not here
Cos you're not my friend anymore
You've made your position quite clear from your distance
What crime have I done that negates my existence?
Me and all of my other chums
Will sit and talk till the evening comes
Cos youre not our friend anymore
We'll have pheasant
And everyone leaves with a present
Kisses and hugs it's so pleasant
Peaceful, and I
I hate you, I hope that you die
I'm having a party and I hope that you know this
Spend Friday alone and pretend not to notice
All of the stupid things you've done
I know and I'm telling everyone
Cos you're not my best friend anymore
And tomorrow I will find a new friend
From the new friend shop
Cos my friend you are not
And I hate you as much as I miss you
I'm having a party but you're not invited
Pizza and fizzy-pop it's all so exciting
Sardines and musical chairs
What a shame that you're not here
Cos you're not my friend anymore
You've made your position quite clear from your distance
What crime have I done that negates my existence?
Me and all of my other chums
Will sit and talk till the evening comes
Cos youre not our friend anymore
We'll have pheasant
And everyone leaves with a present
Kisses and hugs it's so pleasant
Peaceful, and I
I hate you, I hope that you die
I'm having a party and I hope that you know this
Spend Friday alone and pretend not to notice
All of the stupid things you've done
I know and I'm telling everyone
Cos you're not my best friend anymore
And tomorrow I will find a new friend
From the new friend shop
Cos my friend you are not
And I hate you as much as I miss you
Posted on: 25 April 2008 by Nigel Cavendish
Anything by Jake Thackery...
Posted on: 25 April 2008 by Guido Fawkes
Posted on: 25 April 2008 by Diccus62
quote:Originally posted by Steeve:
'My Party Is Better' by Emmy The Great
I'm having a party but you're not invited
Pizza and fizzy-pop it's all so exciting
Sardines and musical chairs
What a shame that you're not here
Cos you're not my friend anymore
You've made your position quite clear from your distance
What crime have I done that negates my existence?
Me and all of my other chums
Will sit and talk till the evening comes
Cos youre not our friend anymore
We'll have pheasant
And everyone leaves with a present
Kisses and hugs it's so pleasant
Peaceful, and I
I hate you, I hope that you die
I'm having a party and I hope that you know this
Spend Friday alone and pretend not to notice
All of the stupid things you've done
I know and I'm telling everyone
Cos you're not my best friend anymore
And tomorrow I will find a new friend
From the new friend shop
Cos my friend you are not
And I hate you as much as I miss you
On at the Green man again this year

Posted on: 25 April 2008 by Steeve
Oh wow! Thanks Diccus for that gem of information! That would be an incentive for me to go for sure - although would like to know more of who are on at Latitude too - any info?
Steeve
Steeve
Posted on: 26 April 2008 by Steeve
'Canopies and Grapes' by Emmy The Great
I wanna see you tonight
What's the point?
All we do is fight
I've loved you
So long
I don't know who I'd be without
My head hurts
I wish I'd never woke up
I feel worse
than when S Club 7 broke up
I hate the day
It hates me
So does everybody else
I sit here drooling on my own again
Another routine episode of Friends
What does it mean to be American?
Is it
feelings, coffee and
I'll be there for you?
Later on me and a bottle will hook up to have some fun
Then I'll call your house at twelve to let you know that I'm drunk
Say,"I'm sorry Mr C, I was just looking for your son
How are you, incidentally, do you know if he's out alone?
There is this book he lent to me something like seven months ago
I'm gonna burn it in the street be so kind as let him know
that I'm dealing
with this badly
and
could he please get back to me?"
Since you've gone my only friends are Billy Bragg and the Jam
Though my time with you has got me feeling oh so k.d. lang
I think you're right about the New Kids on the Block
And I agree now Billy Joel does not rock
Wish I could tell you all the things that Woody Allen helps me see
How Annie Hall is starting to seem quite a lot like you and me
It took a while to come around to David Bowie's new CD
And it's much too late to give back your Magnetic Fields EP
Can I keep it
by my pillow?
Fucking loved it
How I long to tell you so
When I get to sleep I'll dream again of canopies and grapes
And wake shaking from the knowledge that the mattress holds your shape
I assume my phone is dead because it hasn't rung for months
If tomorrow is the funeral do you think that you could come?
I could give you back your music and your t-shirts and your socks
Walk to Jaz's house in Soho cry into her letter box
Spend some time out to resuscitate my soul
Take up smoking and drink carrot juice and grow
Teach the mattress to expel you from its folds
Then dry my eyes and keep on walking till the motion makes me strong
Until one day i realise I don't remember that you're gone
We'll be strangers
who were lovers
I'll recover
It's so weird how time goes on
I wanna see you tonight
What's the point?
All we do is fight
I've loved you
So long
I don't know who I'd be without
My head hurts
I wish I'd never woke up
I feel worse
than when S Club 7 broke up
I hate the day
It hates me
So does everybody else
I sit here drooling on my own again
Another routine episode of Friends
What does it mean to be American?
Is it
feelings, coffee and
I'll be there for you?
Later on me and a bottle will hook up to have some fun
Then I'll call your house at twelve to let you know that I'm drunk
Say,"I'm sorry Mr C, I was just looking for your son
How are you, incidentally, do you know if he's out alone?
There is this book he lent to me something like seven months ago
I'm gonna burn it in the street be so kind as let him know
that I'm dealing
with this badly
and
could he please get back to me?"
Since you've gone my only friends are Billy Bragg and the Jam
Though my time with you has got me feeling oh so k.d. lang
I think you're right about the New Kids on the Block
And I agree now Billy Joel does not rock
Wish I could tell you all the things that Woody Allen helps me see
How Annie Hall is starting to seem quite a lot like you and me
It took a while to come around to David Bowie's new CD
And it's much too late to give back your Magnetic Fields EP
Can I keep it
by my pillow?
Fucking loved it
How I long to tell you so
When I get to sleep I'll dream again of canopies and grapes
And wake shaking from the knowledge that the mattress holds your shape
I assume my phone is dead because it hasn't rung for months
If tomorrow is the funeral do you think that you could come?
I could give you back your music and your t-shirts and your socks
Walk to Jaz's house in Soho cry into her letter box
Spend some time out to resuscitate my soul
Take up smoking and drink carrot juice and grow
Teach the mattress to expel you from its folds
Then dry my eyes and keep on walking till the motion makes me strong
Until one day i realise I don't remember that you're gone
We'll be strangers
who were lovers
I'll recover
It's so weird how time goes on