Darts. I cannot necessarily call it a great song, but it is most certainly a fun song. I don’t know if it’s about any one thing in particular, but it’s quite fun. It’s one of those songs the band can have fun with, the audience can have fun with, everyone can
Here is a link to a live performance
And of course, the lyrics:
May I please remain in this space,
For darts screech by my desires,
May I please remain in this space,
For darts screech by my desires,
Art thou not human man (x 8)
Not human man art thou
Life threatening lifestyles,
A hitman, a nun, lovers,
Life threatening lifestyles,
A hitman, a nun, lovers,
Arise as did the gods Ninti,
Arise as did the gods Ninti,
Arise as did the gods Ninti, and Ishkur
Clock men for they will fail,
Fear not the gods that come from the sky,
Long not for the one who’s lost their way,
Arise as did the gods Ninti,
can you tell me? I don’t know.
According to SongFacts, Milez Iz Ded was written about legendary jazz trumpeter Miles Davis, and the demons that consumed much of his life. It’s both an energetic and mournful tune at the same time. The drums and guitars drive it all forward, but Greg Dulli’s vocals give a certain center. Very well done, and in particular the video, which I highly recommend watching (not for the kids though).
And of course, the lyrics:
If I stepped it off
Walked outside your trance
Crawled inside your mind
And got my hands into your pants
Wouldn’t that beat all
Wouldn’t that be great
And all the things you do to me
We could exaggerate
Now everybody knows
Or everybody wants to know
The hows, the whens, the whys
Of how I said goodbye
Don’t forget the alcohol
Ooh baby ooh baby
Don’t forget the alcohol
Ooh baby ooh baby
Don’t forget the alcohol
If i stepped it off
Walked outside your trance
Crawled inside your mind
And got my hand into your pants
Don’t forget the alcohol
Ooh baby ooh baby
Don’t forget the alcohol
I’ve always loved this as one of the more thoughtful songs out there. The key phrase, “I’ve got six things on my mind, you’re no longer one of them” sounds like a putdown, but really it’s part of a vicious circle…both partners have cheated despite a seemingly perfect relationship, and things are just settling to the point of dealing with those feelings.
You can listen to the song below.
And of course, the lyrics:
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
They were the best times, the harvest years with jam to lace the bread
So goodness, goodness knows why I’d throw it to the birds
But there it is, and there we are
And all I ever want to be is far from the eyes that ask me
In whose bed you’re gonna be and is it true you only see
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
It’s perfect as it stands so why then crush it in your perfect hands ?
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
So tell me you must have thought it all out in advance
Or goodness, goodness knows why you’d throw it to the birds
You mock the good things, you play the heart strings, play them one by one
But there it is, and there we are
And all I ever want to be is far from the eyes that ask me
In whose bed you gonna be and is it true you only see
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
It’s perfect as it stands so why then crush it in your perfect hands ?
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
In whose bed you gonna be and is it true you only see
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
It’s perfect as it stands so why then crush it in your perfect hands ?
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
Desire as a sylph figured creature who changes her mind ?
I’ve got six things on my mind you’re no longer one of them
Maybe you’ve heard this before, but it’s highly likely you have not.
This was the precursor to Love Plus One, and in my opnion is a much better song. The funky beat and bassline, the horns, the rap break towards the end, it’s just a good time song. Don’t ask me what it means, however.
And of course, the lyrics:
Time can’t afford no time
Can’t afford the rhyme
Nevermind, someday maybe
Boy meets girl
And love, love is on its way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Bang, feel a little love
Carino dime
Never mind, someday Terry
Feel the pain
Hit, feel, rap, sweat
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Why, feel the floor
Sweets for my way
Boy meets girl
Boy meets girl
Feel the rhyme
Take the time
Go fighting to the top
Go number one
Stick a honeybun
Your mind begins to flop
How take in steam
Recall your dream
Hey, Camisas
Your favourite shirt is on the bed
Do a somersault on your head
I fell in love with this song from the first time I heard it. It’s a cool jam with a cool message and I think it’s just cool. Cool?
Okay, it’s got more going for it than that. I think it has a really good rhythm, and the violin really adds some extra flavor.
From Wikipedia
In 1997 Coppola had a big hit with “Legend of a Cowgirl,” a pop hit that mixed a sample lifted from Donovan’s “Sunshine Superman” with “with a sassy rap and a catchy hook.”[6] Coppola said at the time she recorded “Legend of a Cowgirl” that it was a fantasy about doing whatever she wanted and that now she was stuck with it.[9] “In ‘Legend of a Cowgirl,’ I talk about riding a horse. It’s a metaphor for doing whatever I want, about having sex with whoever I want and not feeling guilty, and riding on to the next town and starting all over again,” said Coppola.[9] “The song began as an idea for a movie: a fantasy about women who love ‘em and leave ‘em and ride off into the sunset. It was just a fantasy I was having for about a week,” she says with a sly grin, ‘and now I’m stuck with it.’”[9]
Part of Coppola’s marketing included a music video for “Legend of a Cowgirl,” that received heavy rotation on MTV.[7] The video showed Coppola in dream sequences as a a biker chick, a catsuit-wearing alien-type and a diva in heels and a huge afro.[7] In one scene Coppola dismounts her bike, marches up to a hitchhiking cowboy and plants a major kiss on him.[7] “It wasn’t that good of a kiss,” says Coppola.[7] “It was just like a big joke.”[7] In another scene Coppola, clad in a skintight, shiny black catsuit, is surrounded by nearly-naked dancing men in silver bodypaint and Speedos[7]. “It was very uncomfortable ’cause we had no room and their penises and their buns are just flopping around,” says Coppola.[7] “It was like, ‘Whoops, sorry. Didn’t mean to touch you!’ But they were all gay, so it didn’t really matter. They were cute though. It was a shame.
And of course, the lyrics:
I’m gonna drink my whiskey
I’m gonna have my man
I know you got nothing to say
I’m gonna have my man
Gonna steal their hearts
and save them for another day
Ain’t gonna hang my hat
Ain’t gonna take off my boots
Ain’t nothing gonna stop me in my pursuit
My stage, time to rehearse
Gonna see all the wonders of the universe
CH: Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Need no man to pay for anything
Ain’t got no shame, nobody knows my name
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Pecos Bill, couldn’t hang for long
A female legend with a song
Such a beautiful day, Such a beautiful day
I think I’ll wear my brand new negligee
I’ll probably change my mind
It happens every time
Just speak to my ex-fianc¨¦
I’m gonna hunt the hunter, gonna serve’em well done
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Up goes the moon, down goes the sun
Cook my dinner while I shine my gun
CH: Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Cause there ain’t no thing like chickenwing
Ain’t got no shame, nobody knows my name
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Pecos Bill, couldn’t hang for long
A female legend with a song
I’d give my life to be her
I’d give my live just to be her
I’d give my sight to see her
I’d give my sight just to see her
So here’s the way I’m gonna break it down
Speak my mind any time ’cause I got the master plan
Power in my soul, strength from my hand
I’m going up north to claim my land
Won’t settle by river, might make me shiver
So look out and hide your fans
I’m a woman on fire with huge desire
To be as good as any man
CH: Pack my bags and mount my horse
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Spend all my money on absolutely nothing
Need no man to pay for anything
Ain’t got no shame, nobody knows my name
I’m gonna ride on into the next town
Pecos Bill, couldn’t hang for long
A female legend with a song…….
This is a great song, and the video is even better. If you’ve not seen it before, I definitely recommend clicking the link below.
I love the sense of humor of this song, as well as the genre styles of the band. Alternating from rock and funk to a bluegrass feel at times, this song is just plain fun. It’s your basic silly Primus song, seemingly about nothing other than a humorous double entendré, but it’s still got a depth of it’s own from within the music.
And of course, the lyrics:
Wynona’s got herself a Big Brown Beaver
and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day you know that beaver tried to leave her
so she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon
and said “recognize that smell?”
“Smells like seven layers,
that beaver eats at Taco Bell.”
Now Rex was a Texan out of New Orleans,
and he traveled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars,
and he candied up his nose.
He caught wind of the Big Brown Beaver
so he thought he’d take himself a peek.
But the beaver was quick and it grabbed ‘em by the kiwis
and he ain’t pissed for a week
(and a half)
Wynona took her Big Brown Beaver and
stuck ‘em up in the air.
Said, “I sure do love this Big Brown Beaver,
and I wish I did have a pair.”
Wynona loved her Big Brown Beaver
and she stroked ‘em all the time.
She pricked her finger one day,
and it ocured to her:
She might have a porcupine!
Okay, I have to admit that I’ve heard this song way too many times–but I still love it.
There’s tons of arguments about this song at SongFacts and SongMeanings but it’s mostly people screaming about whether the song is about drugs or not, which is why I’m not linking directly to those particular conversations.
In all honesty, if this song is about anything, it really doesn’t matter to me. I love the contrast between Damon Albarn’s laid back vocals and Del the Funkee Homosapien’s relaxed rap, and the beat is nice and steady–probably a great song to walk to.
And of course, the lyrics:
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on,
It’s coming on, it’s coming on.
Yeah, ha ha.
Finally someone let me out of my cage.
Now time for me is nothing ’cause I’m counting no age.
No, I couldn’t be there. No, you shouldn’t be scared.
I’m good at repairs and I’m under each snare.
Intangible, bet you didn’t think, so I command you to.
Panoramic view, look I’ll make it all manageable.
Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews.
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunes?
Picture you getting down in a picture tube,
Like you lit the fuse.
You think it’s fictional? Mystical, maybe.
Spiritual hero who appears in you to clear your view when you’re too crazy.
Lifeless, to those the definition for what life is.
Priceless to you because I put you on the hype shit.
You like it? Gun smoking, righteous, with one token psychic
Among those, possess you with one go.
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
The essence, the basics, without it, you make it.
Allow me to make this childlike in nature.
Rhythm, you have it or you don’t, that’s a fallacy.
I’m in them, every sprouting tree, every child apiece,
Every cloud at sea, you see with your eye.
You see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise,
From this fucking enterprise, now I’m sucking to your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles, but percussion he provides
With me as a guide.
Y’all can see me now ’cause you don’t see with your eye.
You perceive with your mind. That’s the inner.
So I’m-a stick around with Russ and be a mentor,
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember
Where the thought is. I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless.
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead.
No squealing, remember that it’s all in your head.
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
The future is coming on.
I ain’t happy. I’m feeling glad.
I got sunshine in a bag.
I’m useless, but not for long.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future is coming on.
It’s coming on, it’s coming on.
My future
There are a lot of great Cake songs, but this is one of my favorites. I love the trumpet, the sticks at the beginning (I am a sucker for sticks), and the melody and guitar work are really good too, at least in my opinion.
There are a lot of opinions about the meaning of the song–in fact, feel free to peruse SongMeanings and maybe even add your own.
Personally, I think it’s sort of a “video killed the radio star” thing. I think the ancient radiation is possibly the glow of a picture tube, and that ‘Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather’ is a bit of a lament for the old days, when things seemed to be simpler. Of course, I could be entirely wrong–like that’s never happened before.
And of course, the lyrics:
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings “Stormy Weather”
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he’ll be rich someday
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station
While Frank Sinatra sings “Stormy Weather”
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record
Girl U Want is just a fun little tongue-in-cheek poke at pop songs. It’s got that great spastic rhythm (it sounds like 4/4, but it probably isn’t), some excellent hooks, and a great video as well.
There’s a quote attributed to Gerald Casale at SongFacts:
Casale: “It’s about the essence of desire - what does the girl really represent for the guy? She represents this aching desire. She’s the object that motivates the guy to do everything he does, so we’re just describing the attributes of the power of the female. She sings from somewhere you can’t see, like the famous myth of the sirens that used to lure the sailors to their deaths by singing to them in the night and they’d go try to find these girls that didn’t really exist, and the boat would crash on the rocks and they’d die. It’s the girl playing with the guy on the end of the string.”
And of course, the lyrics:
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined love
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
You hear her calling everywhere you turn
You know youre headed for the pleasure burn
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue
Shes the real thing but you knew it all along
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind reeling
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined lust
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind spinning
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
I’ve always loved this song, particularly for dancing to. It’s got that lovely manic late 70’s ska feel, and it’s really fun to dance to.
However, I never really paid so much attention to the lyrics, and I’d love to know where Jerry Dammers’ mind was when he wrote this song. It’s a not atypical putdown of attention whores and poseurs, but the amount of vitriol really surprises me.
And of course, the lyrics:
One, two
If you ever hear a noise in the night your body starts to sweat
It shakes and shivers in fright
You go and sleep with your mother, she hates your guts
She knows that you love her so she holds you tight
All through the night, until the broad daylight
And when she doesn’t come home you have to sleep alone
Then you wet your bed, and I think that’s sad
For a girl of nineteen it’s more than sad, it’s obscene
One, two
And your girlfriend sweet little seventeen
She’s got her layered hair, and her flared jeans
You know what that means? She’s just a little queen
She shares your London flat, she thinks that London’s where it’s at, although it stinks
And when it rains you wear your hat, and your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-mac
You tie your ginger hair back in a bun
You’re the ugliest creature under the sun
one, two, go
And you think it’s about time that you died, and I agree, so you decide on suicide
You tried but you never quite carried it off
You only wanted to die in order to show off
And if you think you’re gonna bleed all over me, you’re even wronger than you’d normally be
And the only things you want to see are kitsch
The only thing you want to be is rich
Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch
I know, you know, you’re just a little bitch
One, two
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