Greetings!
It’s Friday, which means it’s time once again for Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, the weekly list of ten Random Chunks o’ Musicality as coughed up by the iPod d’Elisson.
It is a bitterly cold day in the northern Atlanta ’burbs, with a (mostly) clear blue sky. When I went to pick up the Daily Fishwrap from the driveway, I noticed that it had a light dusting of snowflakes upon it. A perfect day, therefore, for cuing up th ’Pod and listening to a few Choons as I grind out a few more reams of data for the Great Corporate Salt Mine and await the Sunday arrival of the Mistress of Sarcasm.
What’s on the box today? Let’s find out:
It’s Friday, which means it’s time once again for Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, the weekly list of ten Random Chunks o’ Musicality as coughed up by the iPod d’Elisson.
It is a bitterly cold day in the northern Atlanta ’burbs, with a (mostly) clear blue sky. When I went to pick up the Daily Fishwrap from the driveway, I noticed that it had a light dusting of snowflakes upon it. A perfect day, therefore, for cuing up th ’Pod and listening to a few Choons as I grind out a few more reams of data for the Great Corporate Salt Mine and await the Sunday arrival of the Mistress of Sarcasm.
What’s on the box today? Let’s find out:
- Growin’ Up - Bruce Springsteen
From his first album, the classic Greetings from Asbury Park, released 35 years ago this month. It’s still my favorite Springsteen.
I stood stone-like at midnight
Suspended in my masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right
And commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain
And I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone
And came out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
But when they said “Sit down,” I stood up
Ooh...growin’ up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate
She couldn’t sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed ’em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd
But when they said, “Come down,” I threw up
Ooh...growin’ up.
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it’s really hard to hold your breath.
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth
But I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
But when they said, “Pull down,” I pulled up.
Ooh...growin’ up
Ooh...growin’ up - American Tango - Weather Report
- Night and Day - Django Reinhardt
- Gimme Dat Harp Boy - Captain Beefheart
- Tol’ko s Toboy - Leningrad
Download this song gratis from Leningrad’s official website. - Beautiful Forest / The Great Hall - Russell Garcia, The Time Machine (1960)
- Uncle Remus - Frank Zappa
- Parnishka - Leningrad
- Song For The Dumped - Ben Folds Five
We’ve all been there at least once in our lives, haven’t we?
So you wanted to take a break
Slow it down some and have some space
Well fuck you too!
Give me my money back
Give me my money back, you bitch
I want my money back
Wish I hadn’t bought you dinner
Right before you dumped me on your front porch
Give me my money back
Give me my money back, you bitch
I want my money back
...and don’t forget my black T-shirt - Introduction - Mukhras - Natraj
Jazz...with an East Indian flavor. Perfect listening while you’re enjoying a plate of chicken korma and garlic naan.
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