Friday, September 10, 2010

Song of the Day: Morrissey, I'm Throwing my Arms Around Paris

Instant Classic.



Lyrics
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In the absence of your love
And in the absence of human touch1
I have decided
I’m throwing my arms around, around Paris
Because only stone and steel accept my love.

In the absence of your smiling face
I traveled all over the place2
And I have decided
I’m throwing my arms around, around Paris
Because only stone and steel accept my love
I’m throwing my arms around, around Paris
Because only stone and steel accept my love.

I’m throwing my arms around Paris
Because nobody wants my love
Nobody wants my love
Nobody needs my love
Nobody wants my love

Yes, you made yourself plain
Yes, you made yourself very plain

Song of the Day: That's Entertainment, Paul Weller (of The Jam) and Noel Gallagher (of Oasis)

If you have ever lived in London then this song will mean something to you.



Lyrics
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A police car and a screaming siren
Pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing, a stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking

That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls

I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

Days of speed and slow time Mondays
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls

I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearse in a nearby yard
Watching the telly and thinking 'bout your holidays

That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summers day and sticky black tarmac
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were far away

That’s entertainment, that’s entertainment

Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquillity of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs

I say that’s entertainment, that’s entertainment