Aug. 2nd, 2015 11:36 am
hantsbear: (Gamla Stan)
No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver no no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take no
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

I looked a coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play
No regrets Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free free way
Joni Mitchell
hantsbear: (ABBA)
So, the annual Eurovision steeplechase is over for another year, amid cries of "political voting" from the UK.  Ok, I (finally) admit there is a lot of it going on - the Baltics will vote for each other, the Scandinavians will vote for each other, the former Yugoslavians will vote for each other and the former Soviets will vote for each other.  This to the tune of t' other half smugly sitting on the other sofa with that "told you so" look on his face.  It seems to get past that you have to have something that stands out; that gets noticed.  Or 6 babushkas.  Unfortunately, a 76 year old Vegas cabaret artist just doesn't cut the mustard.  Still, I won a tenner for the said babushkas coming second.  And hopefully Jedward will learn their lesson and never disgrace Eurovision with their presence again - unless this is a deliberate strategy from RTE not to win!!!


Jul. 20th, 2011 07:51 pm
hantsbear: (bjorn)
This is all my dear darling little sister's fault.  Bearing in mind she is currently living in Sweden and my predisposition for things Swedish, during one phone call, she mentioned that the show Allsång på Skansen was due to start on SVT1 the following week and that the Benny Andersson Orkester would be on.  I went to the SVT website the following week and found a live feed on their website.  And watched the programme live.  However, during the phone call to little sis, she mentioned that my niece had been following a group called The Moniker.  Who were on the following week...

Quite the furry little f*cker!!!  Although, when he originally sang this in this year's Melodifestivalen, he was bald.

Anyroadup, I ordered the album and it arrived today.  An interesting mixture of styles - quite Badly Drawn Boy at times...
hantsbear: (Benny)
Saturday saw a rare treat - leaving the confines of the West Midlands and heading down to the big smoke that is London. Karen ([info]karendunn) organised tickets to "Proms In The Park" which is an event for the masses to celebrate "The Last Night of the Proms".

I should explain.

"The Last Night of the Proms" is a great British institution where for one evening in September, we are allowed to be patriotic and sing songs such as "Rule, Britannia!", "Jerusalem", "Land of Hope and Glory" and "God Save The Queen".  There is much waving of flags and general exuberance.   Alas, places for the actual "Last Night" at the Royal Albert Hall are rationed, so Good Old Auntie Beeb has, in recent years, organised a series of outdoor events called "Proms In The Park" throughout the country, which culminate in a link up with the Royal Albert Hall for the second half of the concert.  We were in Hyde Park, London, along with about 40,000 other souls, spending an afternoon picnicking and drinking Pimms and Lemonade.  And there was much waving of flags.

However, I think I enjoyed "Music For The Royal Fireworks" (Handel), performed with accompanying fireworks, the most.  I am rather fond of a bit of George Frederic and I understand that performances with fireworks tend to be somewhat rare.

Alas, I did not stay over for the "Thank You For The Music" concert the following night; heard it on the radio, but it would have been nice to have been there...
hantsbear: (Value Tardis)
Seem to be having a little seventies revival here between packing my stuff up; uploading Steeleye Span mp3's from the period 1972 - 1977.  Also, have been in contact with Maartin Allcock again, (see here) as it looks like one of his projects has a gig in Birmingham at the end of January.  Catching up with my folk roots, I suppose you could say...
hantsbear: (I Have A Question...)
For some reason, I am listening to a lot of Goldfrapp at the moment.  Alison Goldfrapp cites as one of her major influences as being John Barry and there is a lot of evidence of this on the albums Felt Mountain and Seventh Tree in particular, with some tracks having a somewhat cinematic theme to them.  And so, hantsbear asks a question:-

What is the soundtrack to your life?

hantsbear: (Svenskan koala)
This is probably so much hyperbole, but - GO SEE MAMMA MIA!

It is definitely my feel-good movie of the summer.  And Pierce Brosnan's singing is better than mine (which possibly isn't saying that much. but he got paid for doing it!!!)
hantsbear: (3D Me!)
The morning is punctuated by fluent cursing in German.  This can only mean one thing - Katrin is working on her end of term project.  Otherwise, a very salient lesson was learnt last night. 

I cannot sing. 

We had a Karaoke night at @d2 (one of the gay clubs in Nottingham) to raise funds for Nottingham Pride and I was persuaded to enter.  As I started to sing, even I could hear the appalling flatness of my notes.  I gave up in the end and read the lyrics in a Grace Jones-eque deadpan.  Rosey (one of my fellow committee members) came up to me afterwards; put a re-assuring hand on my shoulder and said "Steve, I love you dearly but please Never Sing Again...!!!"

It's back to singing in the shower then, I guess...
hantsbear: (Manchester)

Re-discovering my past; downloaded a couple of albums long lost - Jethro Tull's "Thick As A Brick" and "A Passion Play".  I suppose you could call them concept albums, as both are one complete work, much as I suppose the infamous "Chateau D'Isastre" tapes might have been.  What led to this?  Standing at a bus stop watching the people and trying to work them into a forty-five minute magnum opus.  Ah, the frustrated prog-rocker within is trying to escape again...
hantsbear: (Default)
He listens to what???!!! )
hantsbear: (new hat)
You may recall earlier in the week, I was excited about the imminent release of the new Kate Bush album "Ariel". Well, now I have my grubby little mitts on a copy and having listened to it a couple of times, I can't help feeling a little disappointed. Normally, I find each new Kate Bush album a movement forwards; sounding quite unlike its predecessors. This time, after the promising start of "King of the Mountain" and "π", I'm sat thinking that some of the album sounds very much like some of the piano solos on either "A Kick Inside" or "Lionheart". And the whole of the second disc reminds me of the slower parts of "The Ninth Wave" from "The Hounds of Love".

It doesn't help that I felt let down by the new Mike Oldfield album "Light and Shade", which lacks some of the punchier tracks of the past...
hantsbear: (Manchester)
New Kate Bush album out tomorrow. Squeee!!!
hantsbear: (post coital koalas)

...mmmm, furry...

Oh dear, my dick is deciding my record buying habits again...


Oct. 16th, 2003 06:28 pm
hantsbear: (titanic)
Got hold of a copy of "The Very Best Of Cat Stevens" today; a particular track seems to strike a chord with me regarding my relationship with my father. Guess I'm not the only one...

It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on
But take your time, think a lot
I think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

How can I try to explain
When I do he turns away again
And it's always been the same
Same old story
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
Now there's a way and I know
That I have to go away
I know I have to go

It's not time to make a change
Just sit down and take it slowly
You're still young that's your fault
There's so much you have to go through
Find a girl, settle down
If you want, you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy

All the times that I've cried
Keeping all the things I knew inside
And it's hard, but it's harder
To ignore it
If they were right I'd agree
But it's them they know, not me
Now there's a way and I know
That I have to go away
I know I have to go

- Steven Demetre Giorgiou
hantsbear: (titanic)
I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me

I don't want to call my friends
They might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me

- Dido Armstrong, Rollo Armstrong and Pascal Gabriel
hantsbear: (Woof)
Is it me, or is the lead singer in "The Kings of Leon" cute in a Bill Oddie-ish kind of way...?
hantsbear: (smug)
Nicked this idea from [ profile] the_metatron. Who nicked it from... Get the picture. Now stop spilling popcorn in my lap and pass me a purple Quality Street...

(MGM Lion, metamorphosing into a koala...!)

Opening credits: "Now It's On" - Grandaddy
Birth Scene: "Darkness" - Peter Gabriel
Waking-up scene: "Jump, They Said" - David Bowie
Best-friend scene: "Garden Party" - Marillion
First-date scene/ Falling in Love: "The Sensual World" - Kate Bush
I'm in Love Scene: "It's Friday I'm In Love" - The Cure
Love scene: "Your Own Special Way" - Genesis
Sex scene: "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" - Doris Day
Driving Scene: "Bohemian Like You" - The Dandy Warhols
Fight-with-friend scene: "Waking the Witch" - Kate Bush
Flying in an airplane scene: "Hole In Your Soul" - ABBA
"Life's okay" scene: "Roam" - B-52s
Heartbreak scene: "Script For A Jester's Tear" - Marillion
Mental-breakdown scene: "Oompa Radio" - Goldfrapp
Lesson-learning scene: "Ripples" - Genesis
Deep-thought scene: "To Be Free" - Mike Oldfield
Flashback scene: "Scared of Ghosts" - Stiltskin
Regret scene: "He Knows You Know" - Marillion
Long-night-alone scene: "Stockholm By Night" - Benny Andersson
Death scene: "Adagio For Strings" - William Orbit, after Samuel Barber
Closing credits: "Bedside Story" - Badly Drawn Boy

June 9th...

May. 1st, 2003 05:56 pm
hantsbear: (Woof)
...release date for the new album "Sumday" by the woofiest band on the planet, Grandaddy, and by the looks of the latest video, they're even shaggier...!
hantsbear: (relaxed)
Even in the quietest moments
I wish I knew what I had to do
And even though the sun is shining
Well I feel the rain --- here it comes again, dear
And even when you showed me
My heart was out of tune
For there's a shadow of doubt that's not letting me find you too soon
The music that you gave me
The language of my soul
Oh Lord, I want to be with you.
Won't you let me come in from the cold?
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun fade away
Don't you let the sun be leaving
Won't you come to me soon
And even though the stars are listening
And the ocean's deep, I just go to sleep
And then I create a silent movie
You become the star, is that what you are, dear?
Your whisper tells a secret
Your laughter brings me joy
And a wonder of feeling I'm Nature's own little boy
But still the tears keep falling
They're raining from the sky
Well there's a lot of me got to go under before I get high
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun disappear
Don't you let the sun be leaving
No, you can't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say that you won't be leaving my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Lord, won't you come and get into my life
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Say won't you please, stay won't you please
Lord, don't go
And even when the song is over
Where have I been --- was it just a dream?
And though your door is always open
Where do I begin --- may I please come in, dear?

- Roger Hodgson & Rick Davies
hantsbear: (bjorn)
Happy happy; joy joy...
I can start moving stuff back into my nice new kitchen. Okay, it's still tiny, but the engineer came round to plumb the gas in, so I can cook, and my first microwave ever makes yummy baked potatoes.
I have been in such a pissy mood these last few weeks, well, nearly a month even, while all around me has been in chaos. I think I snapped yesterday, when John kept harping on about "well, if I find any mugs on the work surface, they'll get smashed" and I promply smashed my coffee mug and snarled something about people having to drink out of styrofoam cups. Ever the drama queen.
Execpt I just got told to lighten up.
Went to see Deep Purple last night at Portsmouth Guildhall - I'd never seen them before, or heard much from them apart from 'Smoke on the Water'. It was pleasant enough, but I managed to talk to this furry guy I'd seen in Gosport many times over the last six years or so. He had long hair and a beard to match. I'm just not quite sure whether he realised he was being chatted up or not. Wish Russ had been there - he'd have probably attempted a positive identification (hehehehehehehehe).
Tired now. Go bye-byes early tonight methinks.


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