Oh Shit

New Libertines single! For the record, we did it first.

Imo loves the feeling of rolling in the sun
Rolling in the oceans she rolls until she’s numb
But it’s never too long before a swell comes crashing in
And you’re gonna go down if you don’t learn how to swim

Every moth to a candle finds a flame too hot to handle
And Jamie broke down at Imo’s every scandal
Imo went west and Jamie sang the blues
It was Niki’s raw heart that lit her fuse

And she went
Oh shit, oh shit
Let’s make some money
Just enough to get us by
I want you when you smile
You got the dollars in your eyes

Our love is
So sick, so sick
Just takes a minute to obliterate her mind
I want you when you smile
From today until you die

They love rocky crystal in a lottery ticket
Unfortunate events (she’s his Jiminy Cricket)
Carving out initially (they did it on a wall)
And and I, in the world of a heart shaped scrawl

Guides a finger across his hairline
As his head rests on the bar
He’s stone cold cut
And she hotter than a star

But Niki loves the fire
And Niki loves the fight
And Niki’s got a heart
That will love you through the night

And they go
Oh shit, oh shit
Let’s make some money
Just enough to get us by
I want you when you smile
I want the dollars in your eyes
And they go
Oh shit, oh shit
Let’s make some money
Just enough to get us by
I want you when you smile
I want the dollars in your eyes

Tank top, boots
No money
Living on the stubs
What’s it even matter
You’re just young and in love

Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Just enough to get us by

And we go
Oh shit, oh shit
We need some money
Just enough to get us by
And everybody goes, whoa
We got the dollars in our eyes
We go oh shit, oh shit
We need some money
Just enough to get us by
Oh I want you when you smile
I want the dollars in your eyes
Oh shit, oh shit

Get Happy

If you haven’t played through this whole album lately, do yourself a favor.  I have no foul moods that this album won’t dissipate before turning me into a grinning idiot.  I find “Dracula’s Daughter” (and many others) addictive,  but it’s a bit uncharacteristic; the rest of the album rocks like fuck.  When I finally got around to buying a copy a couple of years ago, it had a sticker that said “10 Brand-New Songs Scientifically Designed To Make Anybody Happy.”  Rare case of marketing matching the product.

Beatles’ Worst Moment?

Overall, I wouldn’t rate this as their worst track.  I don’t much like the song, but it goes well enough until that cheesy organ break comes along.  That break might be their worst moment.  I went back to All The Songs to refresh myself on just what they were thinking.  Turns out George played a fast-vibrato guitar part that John liked but George Martin rejected as too edgy.  So Paul recorded an organ solo worthy of a déclassé 60’s supper club.  Was he being funny on purpose?  Were they just ready to be done with it so thought, “fuck it, it’s filler anyway,  leave it there and let’s move on?”  

Of course everyone, no matter how great, steps in it every now and then.  Beethoven wrote Wellington’s Victory, an embarrassing piece of garbage celebrating, as the name suggests, Napoleon’s defeat. He’d once been a fan of Napoleon, dedicating his explosively innovative 3rd symphony to him.  He later removed the dedication in disgust after Napoleon crowned himself emperor, and subsequently wanted to rub Napoleon’s nose in it after Waterloo.  Defensive and touchy about the work, Beethoven probably knew it was trash. It seems to me that such music (i.e. written for overtly political or moralistic  purposes) is usually garbage.  John Lennon’s preachy songs  come to mind.  But I’d love to hear what pops into your bastardly heads in the Great Artist/Shitty Work category.

Found!

Wonder if this will be covered in the new biopics?

How Paul McCartney’s bass was found: the history of his Hofner Bass 500/1. For years we thought his first Hofner bass was stolen in 1969 but only recently we learned the truth and in this video we’ll cover how Paul got the bass, what it was stolen, and how it was found.