I can't unhear the tune of "fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars" don't know if that's intentional. also shout out to all the random Turkish(?) people in the comments, you guys are cool
In 1973 I used to listen to this at high volume on my Onkyo 40W receiver, BSR McDonald turntable and Jensen Model 6 speakers (15" bass, 12 Midrange, 6" Tweeter, 2" Supertweeter). I saved up a long time to buy that system. It achieved heaviosity. It still does today. This song and Soldier had a deep effect on me. I later became a history teacher.
In 1973 I used to listen to this at high volume on my Onkyo 40W receiver, BSR McDonald turntable and Jensen Model 6 speakers (15" bass, 12 Midrange, 6" Tweeter, 2" Supertweeter). It achieved heaviosity. It still does today.
And the first one tore a picture Of a dead and hanging man Who was kissing foreign fishes That flew right out from this hands And when I put my arms around him I felt the blushing blood run through my cheeks And an eeriness surrounded when his tongue began to speak And he said...Oh boy you are so pretty Enough to wrap tight in rice-paper string. And when I finally kissed him the whole world began to ring Lost like a bell that's tipping over With two cracks along both sides And I knew the world was over so I took a look outside And watched the fires that were reaching Up to the weather vane and the tops of trees And the waiting scene and the Sunday dream They're all waiting here for me Deli markets with their flower stands And pretty girls and the burning men Hanging out on the hooks next to the window displays And I took out my tongue twice removed from my face Across a bridge and across the mountains Threw a nickel in a fountain To save my soul from all these troubled times And all the drugs that I don't have the guts to take To soothe my mind so I'm always sober Always aching, always heading towards Mass suicide, occult figurines And wasted gas-station attendants Attending to their jobs And a nice drive in the country Finds a nice cliff to drop off Oh when this life just gets so grating All the grittiness of life But don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you You're too wonderful to die And the last one tore a picture From the pornographic page When all the pleasure points attacking All the looks of love were staged And it's a lie that you've been given That just hurts you every day So why should i lay here naked When it's just too far away From anything we could call loving Any love worth living for So I'll sleep out in the gutter You can sleep here on the floor And when I wake up in the morning I won't forget to lock the door Because with a match that's mean and some gasoline You won't see me anymore
"I'm a dreamer", this song stands out because of the singer's interpretation, who seems to express herself as she breathes, almost oblivious to the fact that she is singing (which she does very well, by the way--but that's anecdotal here). Josephine Foster in this song issSomeone who speaks to you, who reveals herself to you unvarnished and without seeking approval, without provoking, without trying to be an artist, or to be a musician, or to sing well. Someone whose music emanates from herself like a spring makes a stream, without fanfare or trumpet. Someone who IS, who is one with what she sings. Like Ella Fitzgergald. But more modest, more self-effacing. A field flower, while Ella, same thing, only in a different version (sunshine at high noon). Very moving, very impactful.
saw a cover band night once and cover band of this band did 3 songs so good it hooked me on the band abd , crazy thing is they sounded very close to original. cover motorhead lemmy had the rick, cover portishead and beegees also kicked ass
I was looking for a video interview with my employer and stumbled on this -- Kristin is the shit! This is bomb! LOVE!!! I'm searching on here for more of her stuff...
