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labellementeuseIs it plumb ridiculous to be mildly upset that I just got spoiled for the song played at the beginning of tonight's SPN? Yes?
Yes, OK, yes.
In other music news, in honour of NZ music month, last night I reupped all the Bic Runga rarities and B-sides that I have in my collection here. There are a few new ones, so if you're desperately interested in maintaining your collection, let me know if you want one or two upped separately. (I only have three remixes to go and I'm complete! So if anyone has Interstellar Over Drive remix, Bursting Through (Acoustic Mix) or Something Good (Submariner Mix)... um.)
Also, yesterday I spent very little money to get Stellar*'s Magic Line and The Paul Simon Songbook, the former of which I grabbed because I don't know Stellar* very well, and the latter of which I grabbed because the back of it said that it had "A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)". BUT it was a LIE, because it was really (Or, How I was Lyndon Johnson'd Into Submission." Which is different! It's the earlier, Paul-solo version of what would be a Simon & Garfunkel tune on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. Which, by the way, is an awesome, awesome album.
I have probably mentioned that, as a teenager, I was a freaking huge S&G fan, and basically thought Paul Simon could do no wrong lyrically, ever. I can qualify that now, but I still think he's pretty fucking awesome, so, here: Some Simon solo/ S&G Songs I Have Loved Or That Are Otherwise Relevant. Not even most of my favourites, of course, but what can you do.
A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Lyndon Johnson'd Into Submission)
I was Union Jack'd, Kerouac'd,
John Birched, stop & searched,
Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'til I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use - well, never mind.
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A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
I knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he is.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.
OK, so apparently this song, which is two quite radically different versions lyrically speaking, is a Dylan satire. Also, the first version, which is from "The Paul Simon Songbook", was written in England and refers to England and getting along in London repeatedly (briefly, Paul took off to London after Wednesday Morning, 3 AM tanked, where he messed around recording a bit and singing a lot.) The second version excised Union Jack'd, "When in London, do as I do" and a few other bits. Anyway, I like these tracks a lot.
The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine"
Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?
Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?
Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend's just a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price.
You've seen it advertised in Life.
OK, so I only like this because the title makes me scream with laughter. Sadly the lyrics aren't as dirty as it might seem. You might recognise it from The Graduate. I have it from Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.
I Am a Rock
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
OK, this one? Paul Simon said in an interview that if there was any song of his that he could make just go away, it would be this one. Me, I think it needs to stick around, to show adolescents just how adolescent adolescents were fifty years ago! My Chemical Romance has nothing on this song. I was going to put the Songbook version up, but although it is EXTREMELY emo, the quality just isn't that great, so you get the Old Friends S&G version.
The Blues Run The Game
When I ain't drinkin', baby
You are on my mind
When I ain't sleepin', honey
When I ain't sleepin', momma
When I ain't sleepin', well
You know you'll find me crying.
I just think this one's pretty. It reminds me of John Winchester a lot.
Yes, OK, yes.
In other music news, in honour of NZ music month, last night I reupped all the Bic Runga rarities and B-sides that I have in my collection here. There are a few new ones, so if you're desperately interested in maintaining your collection, let me know if you want one or two upped separately. (I only have three remixes to go and I'm complete! So if anyone has Interstellar Over Drive remix, Bursting Through (Acoustic Mix) or Something Good (Submariner Mix)... um.)
Also, yesterday I spent very little money to get Stellar*'s Magic Line and The Paul Simon Songbook, the former of which I grabbed because I don't know Stellar* very well, and the latter of which I grabbed because the back of it said that it had "A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)". BUT it was a LIE, because it was really (Or, How I was Lyndon Johnson'd Into Submission." Which is different! It's the earlier, Paul-solo version of what would be a Simon & Garfunkel tune on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme. Which, by the way, is an awesome, awesome album.
I have probably mentioned that, as a teenager, I was a freaking huge S&G fan, and basically thought Paul Simon could do no wrong lyrically, ever. I can qualify that now, but I still think he's pretty fucking awesome, so, here: Some Simon solo/ S&G Songs I Have Loved Or That Are Otherwise Relevant. Not even most of my favourites, of course, but what can you do.
A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Lyndon Johnson'd Into Submission)
I was Union Jack'd, Kerouac'd,
John Birched, stop & searched,
Rolling Stoned and Beatled 'til I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use - well, never mind.
&
A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or, How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)
I knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he is.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.
OK, so apparently this song, which is two quite radically different versions lyrically speaking, is a Dylan satire. Also, the first version, which is from "The Paul Simon Songbook", was written in England and refers to England and getting along in London repeatedly (briefly, Paul took off to London after Wednesday Morning, 3 AM tanked, where he messed around recording a bit and singing a lot.) The second version excised Union Jack'd, "When in London, do as I do" and a few other bits. Anyway, I like these tracks a lot.
The Big Bright Green Pleasure Machine"
Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate?
Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball?
Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend's just a little late?
Are you looking for a way to chuck it all?
We can end your daily strife
At a reasonable price.
You've seen it advertised in Life.
OK, so I only like this because the title makes me scream with laughter. Sadly the lyrics aren't as dirty as it might seem. You might recognise it from The Graduate. I have it from Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.
I Am a Rock
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
OK, this one? Paul Simon said in an interview that if there was any song of his that he could make just go away, it would be this one. Me, I think it needs to stick around, to show adolescents just how adolescent adolescents were fifty years ago! My Chemical Romance has nothing on this song. I was going to put the Songbook version up, but although it is EXTREMELY emo, the quality just isn't that great, so you get the Old Friends S&G version.
The Blues Run The Game
When I ain't drinkin', baby
You are on my mind
When I ain't sleepin', honey
When I ain't sleepin', momma
When I ain't sleepin', well
You know you'll find me crying.
I just think this one's pretty. It reminds me of John Winchester a lot.
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Date: 2007-05-18 05:25 am (UTC)2. What was the song, btw.
3. Cannot wait for finale. Skipped entire season. Then last night skimmed through the episode where Sam is naked, then watched All Hell Breaks Loose (1). REALLY EXCITED NOW.
4. You are friends with a thieving fiend. Everytime I think about how much of a fiend she clearly is, I get really mad. :| :| :| How did you not know this about her.
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Date: 2007-05-18 05:45 am (UTC)2. Carry On My Wayward Son, according to
3. I AM ALSO REALLY EXCITED. You should really really really watch "What Is And What Should Never Be", it is 90000000x better than the Naked Sam episode (and I am fond of naked Sam, so.) DO EET.
4. I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry. I rang her tonight and she wasn't home so I sicced her mum on her, so um, that should have an effect.
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Date: 2007-05-18 09:09 pm (UTC)*biting tongue*
If you're the sort of person who shouts at characters then you will be shouting...
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Date: 2007-05-18 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-20 09:43 am (UTC)1. she is very very sorry and
2. she hasn't been able to find the bank.
*facepalm*
But, OK, she said that she's been toting around the DVDs with her for weeks trying to find it and apparently looking in completely the wrong places - I know this sounds unbelievable but from her, I believe it. So, um, I told her where it was and she should have it in this wednesday!
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