Friday, June 29, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 29, 1975, Tim Buckley died of an overdose of heroin and morphine. Born Feb. 14 1947 in Washington DC. Tim was a poet with an incredible voice but he suffered from depression and addictions for most of his adult life. During his life he released 9 albums, after his death he has released at least 10. Tim was married for 2 years in the mid 60s and had a son named Jeff Buckley. Jeff was a talented singer/songwriter as well but he drowned at the age of 30. Three months before his death Tim Buckley told an interviewer "When an artist finally comes through all this mess, you hear a pure voice, We're in the habit of emulating those voices when they're dead."
Blue Melody by Tim Buckley
Well I was born a blue melody
A little song my mama sang to me
It was a blue melody
Such a blue
Youve never seen
There aint no wealth
That can buy my pride
There aint no pain
That can cleanse my soul
No
just a blue melody
Sailing far away from me
One summer mornin
I was raised
But I dont know
One summer morning
I was left
But I dont know
One summer morning
So all alone
Late in evening
Ill sing in your dreaming
Down from the mountain
Along with the breezes
So close inside
Love grew smiles
So if you hear that blue melody
Wont you please send it home to me
Its just my Blue melody
Callin far away to me

Thursday, June 28, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 28, 1975, David Bowie releases the song "Fame" as a single. In 1974 while in New York David had met John Lennon and the pair along with some of Davids band wrote the song with Lennon coming up with the name. Lennon can be heard singing with Bowie toward the end of the song. "Fame" reached number one in September 1975, and was certified as a million-seller on October 17, it went to number 17 in the U.K.
Fame by David Bowie and John Lennon
Fame, makes a man take things over
Fame, lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow
Fame
Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane (sane)
FameFame, what you like is in the limo
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, what you need you have to borrow
Fame
Fame,
"Nien! It's mine!" is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Really, really?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on
pain
FameFame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
fame, fame, fame, fameFame,
fame, fameFame
What's your name

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 27, 1993, Lyle Lovett married Julia Roberts in Marion, Ind. The couple had known each other for only a few weeks they had met while filming the 1992 movie The Player. They announce a divorce less then two years later.
If I Were The Man You Wanted by Lyle Lovett
They all sat around in a circle
They were all laughing and all telling lies
Then the tall one he bumped in a dollar
He said boys Ive got nothing to hide
Now if the king and the queen stood together
Then the ace he would not be to blame
And if the cards were all laid on the table
Then love could be more than a game
And if the stars didnt shine on the water
Then the sun wouldnt burn on the sand
And if I were the man you wanted
I would not be the man that I am
And I have seen my share of long nights
And I have told my share of lies
And I have run into the darkness
When I saw the look in your eyes
But if the night didnt lie in the darkness
Then the daylight would be hard to find
And if the truth didnt turn to a weakness
I would have never have spoken my mind
And if the stars didnt shine on the water
Then the sun wouldnt burn on the sand
And if I were the man you wanted
Then I would not be the man that I am
So if youre going out to carolina
Then dont linger in new mexico
And if you think of the one there behind you
Then you might not feel so alone
And if the stars didnt shine on the water
Then the sun wouldnt burn on the sand
And if I were the man you wanted
I would not be the man that I am

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 26, 1974, Sonny and Cher got divorced.
Baby Please Dont Go by Sonny and Cher
Baby don't go, pretty baby please don't go
I never had a mother, I hardly knew my dad
I've been in town for 18 years You're the only boy I've had
I can't stay, maybe I'll be back some day
Baby don't go, pretty baby please don't go
I love you so, pretty baby please don't go
I never had no money, I bought at the second store
The way this old town laughs at me I just can't take it no more
I can't stay, I'm gonna be a lady some day
Baby don't go, pretty baby please don't go
I love you so, pretty baby please don't go
When I get to the city, my tears will all be dry
My eyes will look so pretty No one's gonna know I cried
Yes I'm goin' away, maybe I'll be back some day
Baby don't go,
maybe I'll be back some day

Monday, June 25, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 25, 1988, At the age of 26 Hillel Slovak died from a heroin overdose. Hillel was born in Israel on April 13, 1962. He and his family moved to Los Angeles, California when he was five. In 1983 along with Anthony Kiedis, Michael Balzary (Flea) and Jack Irons he formed a band that would become The Red Hot Chili Peppers. The rest of the band was devastated at the news of Slovaks death and Jack Irons quit the band. After his death the two remaining Peppers wrote the song "My Lovely Man" about Hillel, it appeared on their "Blood Sugar Sex Magic" album.
My Lovely Man
I used to shout
Across the room to you
And you'd come dancin'
Like a fool
show your step you funky mother
Come to me
All warm as covers
Rest with me
My lovely brother
For you see
There is no other
Memory so sad and sweet
I'll see you soon
Save me a seat
Well I'm cryin'
Now my lovely man
Yes I'm cryin'
Now and no one can
ever fill the
The hole you left
I'll see you later
My lovely man
if I can
In my room
I'm all alone waiting for you
To get home
Listen to Roberta Flack
But I know you won't come back
Just in case you never knew
I miss you slim
I love you too
See my heart
It's black and blue
When I die
I will find you
Well I'm cryin'
Now my lovely man
Yes I'm cryin'
Now and no one can
ever fill the hole you left
my man
I'll see you later
My lovely man...

Sunday, June 24, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 24, 1999, Eric Clapton held an auction at Christie's in New York of 100 of his guitars. All profits went to his drug rehab clinic, the Crossroads Centre in Antigua. Fetching the largest bid was Claptons 1956 Fender Stratocaster named Brownie which he used in 1970 to record the album “Layla And Other Assorted Love Songs”. Brownie is also pictured on the back of the album cover. It can also be seen on the cover of his first solo album, “Eric Clapton". The guitar brought a high bid of $497,500 making it the most expensive guitar ever. This record fell two years later when one of Jerry Garcia’s guitars was sold at auction for $957,500.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 23, 2003, During a concert in London, Eminem took a necklace off his neck and told the audience "I'm going to give this to the sexiest woman I see". He then gave it to a girl in the front row. He claimed the necklace was worth $450,000. It would later be valued at $800.00.
Just Dont Give A Fuck by Eminem
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker
you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies
if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope
then My name is Marshall Mathers,
I'm an alcoholic
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch
I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The Proof is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin
Fuck the World
like Tupac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Search to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin,
this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials
extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
somebody let me out this limousine
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin
like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jewel, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style,
just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems
got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Hey, fuck that!

Friday, June 22, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 22, 1977, Peter Laughner guitarist with Pere Ubu died at the age of 24. Peters addiction to drugs and alcohol forced his exit from Pere Ubu in June of 1976. Peter was a gifted guitarist and writer, he was once described as the single biggest catalyst in Cleveland's alternative rock scene. The official cause of death was acute pancreatitis.
Life Stinks by Pere Ubu
Life stinks
I'm seeing pink
I can't wink
I can't blink
I like the Kinks
I need a drink
I can't think
I like the Kinks
Life stinks

Thursday, June 21, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 21, 1966, Jimmy Page made his live debut with The Yardbirds at the Marquee Club, London. Page was originally brought into the band to play base guitar but soon turned to lead guitar along with Jeff Beck. Jeff had replaced Eric Clapton when Clapton left the band because he didn't like the pop direction they were going. By the end of 66 Beck had quit leaving Page as their only lead guitarist.
Shapes of Things by The Yardbirds
Shapes of things before my eyes,

Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my brain.
But will it seem the same?
Come tomorrow, will I be older?

Come tomorrow, may be a soldier.
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
Now the trees are almost green.

But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.
Soon I hope that I will find,

Thoughts deep within my mind.
That won't disgrace my kind.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 20, 1969, 150,000 people show up for the 3 day Newport Jazz Festival. Some say this is one of the greatest concerts ever held in the U.S.A. The line up includes Jimi Hendrix, Joe Cocker, CCR, Ike and Tina Turner, Jethro Tull, The Rascals and Steppenwolf. Jimi Hendrix was paid $125,000 for his appearance, at the time it was the highest fee ever paid to a single rock act for a single appearance.
If 6 Was 9 by Hendrix
If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain't me.
Alright,
'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright,
if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig,
'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.
White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man,
you can't dress like me.
Sing on Brother,
play on drummer.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 19, 1967, during an interview with Life Magazine, Paul McCartney admits that he had taken LSD to which the rest of the world said "no shit".
Helter Skelter by The Beatles
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but I'm miles above you
Tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
Go
helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter
Yeah,
will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
Look out
Helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter
Yeah,
Look out cause here she comes
When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well will you won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
Look out
Helter skelter helter skelter helter skelter
Yeah,
Helter Skelter She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is
coming down fast

Monday, June 18, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 18, 1977, Johnny Rotten and Paul Cook of The Sex Pistols were stabbed and beaten by a gang of angry pro-royalists in a car park outside a London pub. During the attack Rotten was stabbed in the leg and his wrist tendons were severed. He later said "there's always some drunk with a bottle who wants to out-rotten Rotten."

Sunday, June 17, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 17, 1980, Led Zeppelin began their last tour at Westfallenhalle in Dortmund. The tour would end in Berlin, Germany on July 7 after only 14 shows. The band would never play together again.
Fool In The Rain by Led Zeppelin
Oh, baby
Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining
Like a star that can't wait for the night
I hate to think I've been blinded baby
Why can't I see you tonight?
And the warmth of your smile starts a burning
And the thrill of your touch gives me fright
And I'm shaking so much, really yearning
Why can't you show up, make it all right?
Yeah. It's all right.
And if you promise your love so completely
and you said you would always be true
You swore that you would never leave me baby
What ever happened to you?
And you thought it was only in movies
As you wish all your dreams would come true
Hey
It ain't the first time believe me baby
I'm standin here feeling blue
Yeah I'm blue
Now I will stand in the rain on the corner
I'll watch the people go shuffling downtown
Another ten minutes no longer
And then I'm turning around
The clock on the wall's moving slower
My heart it sinks to the ground
And the storm that I thought would blow over
Clouds the light of the love that I found
Now my body is starting to quiver
And the palms of my hands getting wet
I've got no reason to doubt you baby
It's all a terrible mess
I'll run in the rain till I'm breathless
When I'm breathless I'll run till I drop
The thoughts of a fool's kind of careless
I'm just a fool waiting on the wrong block
Light of the love that I found

Saturday, June 16, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 16, 1994, Kristen Pfaff, bass player with Hole was found dead in her bathtub. Although she had recently gone through re-hab the cause of death was heroin overdose, syringes and other drug paraphernalia were found scattered around the room. Born May 26, 1967 Kristen was raised in Buffalo, New York and after attending college in Europe and Boston she eventually moved to Minneapolis to attend university. While in Minneapolis she put together her fist real band called Janitor Joe. At the request of Courtney love, Kristen joined Hole in 1993 and almost immediately became a junky. She had quit Hole just days before her death and was planning a move back to Minneapolis, a U-Haul truck was parked outside packed with all her possessions.
Asking For It by Hole
Every time that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I will tear the petals off of you
Rose red, I will make you tell the truth
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
If she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?
Every time that I stare into the sun
Angel dust and my dress just comes undone
Every time that I stare into the sun
Be a model or just look like one
Wild eye rot gut do me in
Do you think you can make me do it again?
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
If she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?
If you live through this with me
I swear that I would die for you
And if you live through this with me
I swear that I would die for you
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
If she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?...

Friday, June 15, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 15, 1965, Bob Dylan recorded "Like a Rolling Stone" at Columbia Records New York studio. "Like a Rolling Stone" was released as a 45 rpm single in July of 65 and stayed on the charts for three months. The song would be Dylans first big electric hit making it to number 2 in the U.S. and number 4 in the U.K. It was later released on Dylans Highway 61 Revisited album. Rolling Stone magazine has called it the greatest song ever recorded and even Dylan has said that its among his best work.
Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp,
but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns
on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

Thursday, June 14, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 14, 1995, Blues great Rory Gallagher died after a chest infection set in following a liver transplant. Born Liam Gallagher in Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal, Ireland on March 2 1948, The family soon moved to Cork were Rory was raised. Rory was a self taught guitarist he got his first guitar at the age of 9 and his first electric guitar at age 13. He also played Sax, harmonica and he sang. In 1966 he formed his fist band, "Taste" which broke up after a couple years, by 1970 he was recording under his own name. Rory also played with some of the greats of blues and rock including Muddy Waters, Van Morrison, The Rolling Stones, Jerry Lee Lewis and Chris Barber. Rorys funeral was held in Cork at the Church of the Descent of the Holy Spirit where fifteen thousand people lined the streets. His song "A Million Miles Away" was played as his body was carried from the church. Rory once said "The blues are bad for your health".
A Million Miles Away
This hotel bar is full of people,
The piano man is really laying it down,
The old bartender is as high as a steeple,
So why tonight should I wear a frown?
The joint is jumpin' all around me,

And my mood is really not in style,
Right now the blues flock to surround me,
But I'll break out after a while.
Yes I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away,

I'm sailing like a driftwood, On a windy bay, On a windy bay.
I'm a million miles away, I'm a million miles away,

But I'm sailing like a driftwood, On a windy bay, On a windy bay.
Why ask how I feel, Well, how does it look to you?

I fell hook, line and sinker, Lost my captain and my crew.
I'm standing on the landing, There's no one there but me,

That's where you'll find me, Looking out on the deep blue sea.
There's a song on the lips of everybody,

There's a smile all around the room,
There's conversation overflowing, But I sit here with the blues.
This hotel bar has lost all its people,

The piano man has caught the last bus home,
The old bartender just collapsed in the corner,
Why I'm still here, I just don't know, I don't know.
I'm a million miles away, A million miles away,

I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay, On a windy bay.
I'm a million miles away, A million miles away,

I'm sailing like a driftwood on a windy bay,
Send me away...

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 13, 1980, Billy Joel's "Glass Houses" album makes it to number one. The album would give Joel his first 2 number one hits "It's Still Rock & Roll to Me" and "Don't Ask Me Why", it also had two other top 40 hits "Sometimes A Fantasy" (which was the first top 40 hit about phone sex) and "You May Be Right" giving Joel one of the biggest hit albums of the early 80s and earning him a Grammy for Best Male Rock Performance. The album also had my personal favorite Billy Joel song "Close To The Borderline".
Close To The Borderline by Billy Joel
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs go mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound
I don't want to hear it but he won't turn it down
Life is tough but it's just enough
To hold back the tears until it's closing time
I survived, I'm still alive
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline
A buck three eighty
Won't buy you much lately on the street these days
And when you can get gas
You know you can't drive fast anymore on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no nuke yell we're gonna all go to hell
With the next big meltdown
I got remote control and a color T.V.
I don't change channels so they must change me
I got real close friends that will get me high
They don't know how to talk and they ain't gonna try
I shouldn't bitch, I shouldn't cry
I'd start a revolution but I don't have time
I don't know why I'm still a nice guy
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline
I thought I'd sacrifice so many things
I thought I'd throw them all away
I didn't think I needed anything
But you can't afford to squander what you're not prepared to pay
I need a doctor for my pressure pills
I need a lawyer for my medical bills
I need a banker to finance my home
I need security to back my loan
It isn't new what I'm going through
But everybody knows you got to break sometime
Another night I fought the good fight
But I'm getting closer to the borderline
Closer to the borderline...

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 12, 2000, During an interview with Curve magazine Sinead O’Connor announced that she was a lesbian. She said “I am a lesbian. I haven’t been very open about that, I’ve gone out with blokes because I haven’t necessarily been terribly comfortable about being a lesbian.” To which the rest of the world said "no shit".

No Mans Woman by Sinead O'Connor
I don't wanna be no man's woman
It don't make me happy this mantrolling
thing that you got for me
so I become
no man's woman
I don't wanna be no man's woman
I've other work I want to get done
I haven't travelled this far to become
no man's woman
no man's woman
Cuz I'm tired of it
and I'm so scared of it
that I'll never trust again
cuz a man can fake you
take your soul and make you
miserable in so much pain
My friends think I'm alone
but I've got secrets
I don't tell everything about the love I get
I got a lovin' man but he's a spirit
He never does me harm never treats me bad
He'd never take away all the love he has
and I'm forgiven oh a million times
I'm never tired of it
and I'm not scared of it
cuz it doesn't cause me pain
Like a man can fake you
take your soul and make you
never be yourself again
I never wanna be no man's woman
I only wanna be my own woman
I haven't travelled this far to become
no man's woman

Monday, June 11, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 11, 1949, At the top of his career Hank Williams played his first concert at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville. He received an unprecedented six encores. Although the audience loved him the management was not happy with his drinking. By October of 1952, Williams was fired from the Grand Ole Opry and told not to return until he was sober, he never returned.
Your Gonna Change (Or I'm Gonna Leave) by Hank Williams
You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin' and un-packin' your junk
Your daddy's mad; He's done got pee-eeved
You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.
You're gonna change your way of livin'
Change the things you do
Stop doin' all the things that you oughten too
Your daddy's mad; He's done got pee-eeved
You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.
This ain't right and that is wrong
You just keep naggin', all the day long
Its gotta stop, I don't mean please
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.
The way to keep a woman happy
And make her do what's right
Is love her ev'ry mornin', bawl her out at night
Your daddy's mad; He's done got pee-eeved
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.
Ev'ry time you get mad
You pack your rags and go back to dad
You tell him lies he don't belie-ieve
Now, You're Gonna Change or I'm a-gonna leave.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

doodle 611


This day in music history.

June 10, 1990, Members of 2 Live Crew were arrested in Florida for performing songs from their "As Nasty As They Wanna Be album". The album had been ruled "obscene" by a federal judge who declared it illegal to perform and to sell. A local record store owner was arrested two days later, after selling a copy to an undercover police officer. Every one was eventually acquitted of all charges and the obscenity ruling was overturned. The album would sell over two million copies and peaked at number 29 on the charts.
Me So Horny from the As Nasty As They Wanna Be album.
What'll we get for ten dollars?
Every 'ting you want
Everything?
Every 'ting!
Ooh!
Are you limpin'?!
Ahh!
What are we gonna do?
Oh, will you suck it for me?!
Aaahh!
Ooohh!
Me so horny!
Me love you long time!
Sittin' at home with my dick on hard
So I got the black book for a freak to call
Picked up the telephone, then dialed the 7 digits
Said, Yo, this Marquis, baby!
Are you down with it?
I arrived at her house, knocked on the door
Not having no idea of what the night had in store
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny
Girls always ask me why I fuck so much
I say What's wrong, baby doll, with a quick nut?
'Cause you're the one, and you shouldn't be mad
I won't tell your mama if you don't tell your dad
I know he'll be disgusted when he sees your pussy busted
Won't your mama be so mad if she knew I got that ass?
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted
But you say I'm a dog when I leave you fucked and deserted
I'll play with your heart just like it's a game
I'll be blowing your mind while you're blowing my brains
I'm just like that man they call Georgie Puddin' Pie
I fuck all the girls and I make 'em cry
I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning
I have an appetite for sex, 'cause me so horny.
ahh! Hold on this!
Oh, sock it to me!
It's true, you were a virgin until you met me
I was the first to make you hot and wetty-wetty
You tell your parents that we're goin' out
Never to the movies, just straight to my house
You said it yourself, you like it like I do
Put your lips on my dick, and suck my asshole too
I'm a freak in heat, a dog without warning
My appetite is sex, 'cause me so horny
Ahh! me so horny!
Me love you long time!
Fuckie suckie
Me fuckie suckie

Saturday, June 09, 2007

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This day in music history.

June 9, 1984, Cyndi Lauper went to number one on the charts with her single "Time After Time", The song would stay at number one for two weeks and earn a Grammy nomination for song of the year. The song has been featured in many movies and TV shows and has been copied by over 120 different artists.
Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you caught up in circles
confusion is nothing new
Flashback warm nights almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after
sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead you're calling to me,
I can't hear what you've said
Then you say go slow I fall behind
the second hand unwinds
if you're lost you can look
and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you
I'll be waiting time after time
after my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray
watching through windows you're wondering if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside the drum beats out of time
if you're lost
you said go slow
I fall behind the second hand unwinds
if you're lost you can look
and you will find me time after time if you fall I will catch you
I will be waiting time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

Friday, June 08, 2007

doodle 609


This day in music history.

June 8, 1987, Yogi Horton (drummer with Luther Vandross), jumped to his death from a 17th floor hotel window. Just before his death he had told his wife he was tired of Living in the shadow of Vandross. Horton had also worked with The B-52's, Diana Ross and Debbie Harry.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

doodle 608




This day in music history.

June 7, 1969, The Who’s "Tommy" LP starts its climb up the top 10 chart eventually peaking at number 2. Because of the child abuse featured in the story the album is banned by the BBC and some U.S. radio stations.
Amazing Journey by The Who
Deaf, dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land
Strange as it seems his musical dreams
Ain't quite so bad.
Ten years old
With thoughts as bold as thought can be
Loving life and becoming wise
In simplicity.
Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go.
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know.
A vague haze of delirium
creeps up on me.
All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see.
He's dressed in a silver sparked
Glittering gown
And His golden beard flows
Nearly down to the ground.
Nothing to say and nothing to hear
And nothing to see.
Each sensation makes a note in my symphony.
Sickness will surely take the mind
Where minds can't usually go.
Come on the amazing journey
And learn all you should know.
His eyes are the eyes that
Transmit all they know.
Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show
That he is your leader
And he is your guide
On the amazing journey together
you'll ride.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

doodle 607


This day in music history.

June 6, 2006, Billy Preston dies at the age of 59. Born William Everett Preston on September 2 1946 in Houston, Texas. Billy started playing piano at age three and was considered a prodigy on piano and organ. He would go on to play with The Family Stone, Sam Cooke, Ray Charles, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Nat King Cole, Eric Clapton, Bob Dylan, Elton John and Sammy Davis Junior. He also had a series of solo hit singles, including "Outta Space", "Nothing From Nothing" and "That's the Way God Planned It". Billy had checked himself into an ICU unit of a LA hospital on November of 2005, he was not properly treated for pericarditas for which he never fully recovered.
Thats The Way God Planned It by Billy Preston
Why can't we be humble
Like the good lord say
He promised to exault us
but no-one is away
How men be so greedy
When there's so much left?
All things are God given
And they all have been blessed
That's the way God planned it
That's the way God wants it to be,
That's the way God planned it
That's the way God wants it to be,
be
Let not your heart be troubled
Let mourning sobbing cease
Learn to help one another
And live in perfect peace
If we'd just be humbler
Like the good lord say
He promised to exault us
But love is the way
That's the way God planned it
That's the way God wants it to be,
be
You better believe me
That's the way God planned it
That's the way God wants it to be,
be
I hope you get this message
Where you won't others will
You don't understand me
But I'll love you still
That's the way God planned it
That's the way God wants it to be,
be

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

doodle 606


This day in music history.

June 5, 2004, Robert Quine was found dead in his New York apartment. Robert was the guitarist with Richard Hell And The Voidoids, he also worked with Lou Reed, Brian Eno, Lloyd Cole, Tom Waits and They Might Be Giants. He was born December 30 1942. He had a law degree and practiced tax law for several years before giving it up for a career in music. He is best known as a punk rocker but he was also a gifted jazz and blues guitarists. Quine died of an intentional heroin overdose on Memorial Day. He had been despondent over the recent death of his wife. Robert once stated in an interview "By many peoples' standards, my playing is very primitive but by punk standards, I'm a virtuoso."
Dont Die by The Voidoids
I see the passionate who killed themselves with drink
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
They must have felt like there was just nothing else to do
Oh why hast thou murdered those
who see the most in search of a true thrill or clue
Don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die...
There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go
Parker, Lautreamont, Monroe
they held it just to throw the world away
who were its grace before they left
To choose to have a point of view
oblivious that leaves the rest of us bereft
There I see the piercing eyes that look through
all until they see their back
There where any thought will think about itself
and that's the only fact
There a man has left just death, delirium, and drugs,
or feel the lack
The air is cool today the time is drawing near
My walls are white and so's my brain
afloat in self-made fear
A banal feeling of the sort
"I ain't insane"
No fate worse than to never leave yourself
and it's as well the most repulsive pain
The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bib
I call out "Baby" but her face looks like a clock
Tick tock,
alive, triumphant victims so surprised
we can't recover from the shock
Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else
but some are rough
Yeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too
you've had enough
Then though there is no one there,
because there's nothing there,
you call your bluff
Dont die, dont die, dont die...

Monday, June 04, 2007

doodle 605



This day in music history.

June 4, 1990, At the age of 40 Stiv Bators (Steve Bators) lead singer of the Dead Boys and Lords Of The New Church died after being hit by a laundry truck in France. Stiv was an early pioneer of the punk rock movement in New York and was famous for terrorizing the audience and slashing himself on stage. He had stated that after his death he wanted to be cremated and snorted by his friends.
Down In Flames by The Dead Boys
Dead boy
dead boy running scared
Dead boy
dead boy caught in a nuclear weird
Dead boy
dead boy gonna fall
Dead boy
to sick to wanna crawl
Down in flames
Down in flames
Red blip, red whine, lock in true
Dead boy, dead boy, line on you
Dead eyes feeding your dead, dead brain
Dead boy, dead boy, always end the same

Sunday, June 03, 2007

doodle 604


This day in music history.

June 3, 1972, Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen have their biggest hit when their version of "Hot Rod Lincoln" makes it to number 9. The song was originally written by Charlie Ryan and W.S. Stevenson in 1955.
Hot Rod Lincoln
My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that
Hot Rod Lincoln!'
Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,

When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up

That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 8 cylinders and uses them all
And an overdrive that just won't stall.
It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts

4:11 gears that really get lost
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.
We left San Pedro late one night

The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.
Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,

a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.
Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,

So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.
Well, I wound it up to 110

Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more."
Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense

The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.
Went around a corner and passed a truck

I crossed my fingers just for luck
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was rollin' outta the back

When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.
There were flames comin' from out of the side
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.
All of a sudden a rod started knockin'

Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.
Well they arrested me and put me in jail.

I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that
Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"

Saturday, June 02, 2007

doodle 603

Todays doodle is inspired by and dedicated to my good buddy Audrey.

This day in music history.

June 2, 1999, Junior Braithwaite was shot dead at the age of 46. Along with Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Bunny Livingston and Beverley Kelso he formed the legendary reggae band The Wailers in 1963. Junior was the lead singer for the Wailers but he quit after only a year to move to the USA. He was murdered while visiting the home of a local musician in Kingston, Jamaica. The crime was never solved.

Friday, June 01, 2007

doodle 602


This day in music history.

June 1, 2003, Slipknot bass player Paul Gray (#2) ran a red light and smashed his Porsche into another car. He then tried to bribe the other driver with a thousand dollars but the other driver could not understand what he was saying and called the police instead. When police arrive they discover marijuana, cocaine and drug paraphernalia in Grays car. As well as those charges Gray is charged with drunk and driving. He was taken to a local hospital. The police report said Gray "had impaired balance, slurred and dull speech, and extremely sleepy and dull behavior."
I Am Hated by Slipknot
The whole world is my enemy
and I'm a walking target
Two times the devil with all the significance
Dragged and raped for the love of a mob
I can't stay - because I can't be stopped
Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us
I know you're all tired of the same ol' bosses
Let me tell you how it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill anyone who steps up in front of me
Welcome to the same ol' fucking scam
Same ol' shit in a dead fad
Everybody wants to be so hard
Are you real or a second rate sports card?
They all lost their dad or their wife just died
They never got to go outside
SHUT UP Nobody gives a fuck
it doesn't change the fact that you suck
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
Now I'm not pretty and I'm not cool
But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud
so fuck you
Standing out is the new pretension
Sreamline the (sic)ness, half-assed aggression
You gotta see it to believe it, we all got conned
All the mediocre sacred cows we spawne
Put your trust in the mission We will not repent
this is our religion
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But waht's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
I AM HATED YOU ARE HATED WE ARE HATED
Everything sucks and I can prove it
Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it
Idividuals, indispensable I'm the paradox deity vessel ...
the other side holds no secret
But this side is done, I don't need it
Before you go, you should know you're breaking down
You'll be rotten by the time you're underground
(We are) The anti-cancer
(We are) The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are) Bipolar gods
(We are) You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
(We Are) The source of conscience
(We Are) Distorted sentients
There's only one thing left
And I can't leave until it's sated
(We Are) The absolute
(We Are) Controlling you
They're closing in, I can't escape
I AM HATED