Life, And Other Natural Disasters...

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

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 play.svt.se 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...

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...

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!!!)

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...

...mmmm, furry...

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

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

Nicked this idea from 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

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