Welcome to yet another Friday Random Ten at Blog d’Elisson, that insufferable weekly feature in which I post ten tunes, horked out randomly by the iPod d’Elisson. [If they were not horked out randomly, I suppose we could not call it the Friday Random Ten, eh?]
Today, instead of the iPod, I’m pulling music off of the iPhone d’Elisson. And now SWMBO has her own iPhone, too! We’re now a pair of iPhonies!
Passover is kaput for another year, which means we are now happily stuffing our faces with Breadly Goodies. Like many things in life, doing without a certain food or activity for a while teaches you to appreciate it all the more.
With all that preamble out of the way, let’s see what’s on the box:
Today, instead of the iPod, I’m pulling music off of the iPhone d’Elisson. And now SWMBO has her own iPhone, too! We’re now a pair of iPhonies!
Passover is kaput for another year, which means we are now happily stuffing our faces with Breadly Goodies. Like many things in life, doing without a certain food or activity for a while teaches you to appreciate it all the more.
With all that preamble out of the way, let’s see what’s on the box:
- Annie Waits - Ben Folds
Not to be confused with Tom Waits, I suppose. - Brown Shoes Don’t Make It - The Mothers of Invention
This may have been the first Zappa tune I ever heard. It was 1967, and this stuff was from a different planet than Herman’s Hermits and all the other crap we’d hear on Top 40 AM radio. It changed my life.
Brown shoes don’t make it
Brown shoes don’t make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don’t make it
TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You’re okay, he’s too weird
Be a plumber
He’s a bummer
He’s a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn’t care
That’s right
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life’s a ball
TV tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way you made it
A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
(Hratche-plche, hratche-plche
Hratche-plche...)
We see in the back
Of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long...
His wife’s attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby baby...
Baby baby...
Gimme them cakes now, uh!
If I do, I’m gonna lose my...
And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his toes
She wipes his fat neck
And it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled
Old City Hall Fred
She’s nasty, she’s nasty
She digs it in bed
That’s right
Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she’s nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty
She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted
Corroded
Well she’s thirteen today
And I hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter, I’d...
What would you do, Frankie?
Well, if she were my daughter, I’d...
What would you do, Frankie?
If she were my daughter, I’d...
What would you do, Frankie?
Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She’s my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I’d like to make her do a nasty
On the White House lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie ’til the cows come home!
Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
TV dinner by the pool
I’m so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from City Hall - The Royal Scam - Steely Dan
- Birdhouse In Your Soul - They Might Be Giants
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled L-I-T-E
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette, it doesn’t rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am
There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels it’s always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(And while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul - Roast Beef of Old England - USAF Heritage of American Band
Part of the musical background for our infamous Aubrey/Maturin dinners. - Army - Ben Folds Five
- Roll Right Stones - Traffic
- Glad - Traffic
A Traffic double-play! “Glad” leads off Traffic’s John Barleycorn Must Die album, an album that marked a move toward a new, jazzy sound - a major change in style for the former psychedelic band. It was the soundtrack for my first semester in college; you could hear it, seemingly, 24 hours a day. To this day, when I hear the opening bars of “Glad,” I am instantly transported back to the fall of 1970... and I am glad. - Long Neck Bottles - Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band
- Montana - Frank Zappa
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