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I like this song a lot. While there’s nothing profound or earth-shaking about it, it’s a very well-crafted pop song with a great beat and a catchy melody. Not a whole lot to say otherwise, other than that I’m very surprised it wasn’t a huge hit in America.

Here’s a link to the video

And of course, the lyrics:

I Never thought that you’d find out I did it.
I was so scared that you’d leave, so I hid it.
I know we said that we’d always be honest.
So now I went out and messed up our nest.
It finally seems like we turned into strangers.
It’s gotten so bad there’s just no more anger.
So now it seems like we can’t get no further.
I can’t Believe I’ll be bright for another.
I’ll be the switch she turns on.
She’ll be mine too, I’ll get off.
I’ll be the fuse that she blows, and
Even with the lights out we’ll glow.
So where’s the sun, it’s shown no love on your face.
Under the moon and with a girl that’s in your place.
And even Edison has no idea of all the blackouts
I’ve cause you and me - ah!
I’ll be the switch she turns on.
She’ll be mine too, I’ll Get off.
I’ll be the fuse that she blows,
And even with the lights out we’ll glow.
I’ll be the fuse.

There are songs that are tremendously profound.

There are songs that have all sorts of interesting meanings, possibly even enough to write a Master’s thesis on.

Then, there’s a song like Short Dick Man. It’s just silly and fun. Oh, and it’s got a good beat and you can dance to it.

I’m giving two video links today. There’s a censored version and an uncensored fan video. Pick your choice.

Censored
Uncensored

And of course the lyrics:

Don’t Want no short dick Man(x4)
What in the world is that fucking thing
Do you some fucking Tweezers to put that little thing away
That has got to be the smallest Dick I have ever seen…In my whole life
Get the Fuck outta here
Innie Wennie tinny wenny shriveled little short dick man(x2)
Dont want no short dick man(x4)
Innie Wennie tinny wennie shriveled little short dick man(x2)
Uhhh uhuhuhuh uhhh
Isnt that cute an extra belly button
You need to put you pants back on honey
Dont want no short dick man
Innie Wennie tinny wennie shriveld little short dick man
Do you need some little tweezers to put tht thing away
That has got to be the smallest dick i have ever seen…in my whole life
Get the Fuck outta here
dont want no short dick man(x4)
ahh
ahh
ahh
ahh

Haysi Fantayzee were an interesting pop band. Their one album Battle Hymns For Children Singing is pretty good, and they definitely had that 80’s sound.

John Wayne Is Big Leggy is the first song of theirs I ever heard, way back in the days of Richard Blade’s show MV3. I liked their look, I especially liked Kate Garner’s looks (MROWW!), but most importantly, I liked their music.

I gathered this information from Haysi Recollections:

If Haysi Fantayzee had never released another record they would have been assured of Pop immortality on the strength of their hard-to-forget rendition of John Wayne Is Big Leggy on BBC TV’s Top Of The Pops in August 1982. The song, an alleged debate between John Wayne and his squaw on how to solve the marital problem posed by the size of his stomach, deliberately left the final detail of the solution they arrived at blank in its lyric: “People kept saying we were writing nonsense lyrics but we didn’t explain anything because if they knew it wouldn’t get played.” (Kate Garner), but when Kate and her partner Jeremiah appeared live on ‘Top Of The Pops’ the nation was left in no doubt whatever about the technique they were suggesting the late cowboy employed in order to oblige his squaw. “By the time people found out what it was about, it was too late for the radio to stop playing it and too late for people to stop buying it.” (Jeremiah Healy).

In fact, John Wayne Is Big Leggy reached the edge of the British Top 10 before drooping (sorry…DROPPING) down the chart and provided a successful debut single for both Haysi Fantayzee and the newly formed Regard record label. Above all, those TV appearances imprinted the Haysi Fantayzee image quite indelibly upon the public consciousness. Kate Garner and Jeremiah Healy were, for one reason or another, the kind of people you just didn’t forget in a hurry. Kate, all slender exposed flesh and tarantula dreadlocks, and Jeremiah, the Oliver Twist waif with snake hips and a leering invitation to commit some kind of offence, presented an image like no Pop duo had ever done before.

Personally, I think this is just a fun, rollicking song. Cute and fluffy, but not without just a little bit of substance as well.

Here’s a link to the video

And of course, the lyrics:

Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down
fun boy - o.k. showdown

He stands so high
it’s enough to make any red skin cry ‘.
Shotgun - gimme
gimme low down fun boy - o.k. showdown.

This song was included in the reissue of Elvis’ album with the Attractions, This Year’s Model. It’s an amusing demo–he screws up and has to start over again in the middle–but it’s also a great tune. The song has a nice pop feel; you almost can’t help tapping your toes while listening.

If I had to analyze the song, I’d say it seems to be about someone who’s a little off put by how worldly the girls around him seem, bemoaning the lack of virginal types he’d like to see. Feel free to offer your own input.

And of course, the lyrics:

They say they’re running out of angels
They say I’m running out of time
Oh you don’t have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now they’re bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose you’re a winner
Because they’re running out of angels

They say they’re running out of angels
They say I’m running out of time
Oh you don’t have to be lucky
It is easier than trying, now they’re bringing down a
Hammer on anything that sells
I suppose you’re a winner
Because they’re running out of angels
Oh

Kristin Hersh is likely best known from her days with Throwing Muses. She’s a tremendously talented singer/songwriter with a gift for introspection. This particular song is–I believe–about being in love and experiencing what’s known as “New Relationship Euphoria” or NRE for short. I could be completely wrong, and if anyone has better information, please let me know.

And of course, the lyrics:

Velvet Days you make your little way
Pouring rain make that face
You make my little day
I laugh till my heart drops down deep
You break your little freak
We break don’t we break don’t we

Listen blush and breathe
That’s you soul kissing
I Laugh

Paper Bag is a favorite Fiona Apple song. I love the feeling of loss and regret that you can hear in her voice, and I just think it’s a great song from a great album.

Here’s a link to the video

And of course, the lyrics:

I was staring at the sky
Just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on
Or something like that

Oh hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
Because I know that I’m a mess that he don’t wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving it works, when it costs too much to love

Marcy Playground were best known for their hit single Sex and Candy, but this little gem from the soundtrack of Cruel Intentions is really quite good. For me, the drum beat and the slightly atonal harmonies really make this song work.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t find much info about the song other than the lyrics. I do recall reading a few years ago that the band didn’t write the song, but I can neither confirm nor deny that fact. If anyone has more information, please let me know.

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And of course, the lyrics:

h, She’s an eight ball,
She’s a’rollin faster than a white wall,
She’s got an avalanche packed into a snowball,
She’s a losin all the links,
She’s like a stonewall,
She’s loaded up,

Yeah,
She’s comin up from behind,
She’s comin up from behind….

Okay, I have next to no information about this song, nor do I have any really good understanding of what it means. If anyone has any ideas, please feel free to comment. I do know that it rocks. I guess that’s enough, right?

And of course, the lyrics:

Geeks do not have pedigrees
Or perfect punk-rock resumes
Or anorexic magazines
It smells like girl, it smells like girl
She walks over me
She walks over me
Hold you close like we both died
My ever pressing suicide
My stupid fuck, my blushing bride
Oh, tear my heart out, tear my heart out
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest for
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest of you
Daddy, Daddy
Please come here
Don’t you touch me, don’t you dare
We look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same
She walks over me
She walks over me
I shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest
Yeah, I gotta shut my mouth with
I gotta use the rest of you
Now you see she walks the same
And now you see she talks the same
You never know what you will get
You never know what you’ll forget
She walks over me
She walks over me

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Afghan Whigs are–sadly–one of those bands that are no longer with us, at least for now.

This particular song has two high points, I feel. One, of course, is lead singer Greg Dulli’s vocals, which convey both frustration and sadness. The other is the cool, staccato guitar parts in the background. I really feel that both make the song.

There are a few different theories in terms of the song’s meaning–if the song has any meaning beyond face value. Some suggest that the title is taken from the fact that there’s an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting held at that intersection in Los Angeles (in fact, Songfacts says that’s true). Whatever interpretation you want to put on the lyrics, it’s simply a song about a man trying to clean up his act and being wronged by his woman. At least, that’s my interpretation.

And of course, the lyrics:

Angel, I’m sober
I got off that stuff
Just like you asked me to
Angel, come closer
So the stink of your lies
Sinks into my memory
She said baby, forever, but I don’t like to be alone
So don’t stay away too long
Baby, forever, well it’s Tuesday now
I hear him breathing inside of her
Let me drink
Let me tie off
I’m really slobbering now
Let it stink
Let it dry up
It’s impossible
How?

Angel, forever
Don’t you promise me what you cannot deliver
Angel, together
I’ll be waiting for you on Fountain and Fairfax