Friday, April 17, 2009

FRIDAY RANDOM TEN - POST-PASSOVER POST

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:
  1. Annie Waits - Ben Folds

    Not to be confused with Tom Waits, I suppose.

  2. 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


  3. The Royal Scam - Steely Dan

  4. 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

  5. Roast Beef of Old England - USAF Heritage of American Band

    Part of the musical background for our infamous Aubrey/Maturin dinners.

  6. Army - Ben Folds Five

  7. Roll Right Stones - Traffic

  8. 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.

  9. Long Neck Bottles - Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band

  10. Montana - Frank Zappa

It’s Friday. What are you listening to?

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