Lyrics!

I've been having a spot of blogger's block recently, trying to come up with an interesting subject... To top it off, the other day I noticed I had already written about a subject before, albeit on my other (greek) blog...

So, lyrics! I am listening right now to the Beautiful South/Housemartins. They are an excellent example of snappy, English, witty and wonderful lyrics. Let's have a listen:



And the actual lyrics:
She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree

When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

If he's extra large well I'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's XXL well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot

The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don't hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

I've bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

'Cause we love our love, in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

A sweet song about real love, amongst real people. Another favorite of mine is this:



I Love You From The Bottom, Of My Pencil Case
I Love You In The Songs,
I Write And Sing

Love You Because,
You Put Me In My Rightful Place
And I Love The Prs Cheques, That You Bring

Cheap, Never Cheap
I'll Sing You Songs Till You're Asleep
When You've Gone Upstairs I'll Creep
And Write It All Down

Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane
I Wrote So Many Songs About You
I Forget Your Name (i Forget Your Name)

Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too
I Forget Your Name
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too
I Forget Your Name

I Love Your From The Bottom Of My Pencil Case
I Love The Way You Never Ask Me Why
I Love To Write About Each Wrinkle On Your Face
And I Love You Till My Fountain Pen Runs Dry

Deep So Deep,
The Number One I Hope To Reap
Depends Upon The Tears You Weep,
So Cry, Lovey Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry

Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Phillipa, Oh Sue
You Made Me So Much Money,
I Wrote This Song For You
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too
I Wrote This Song For You
Jennifer, Alison, Phillipa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, Too
I Wrote This Song For You

Now I remember as a teenager, one of my best friends, was into "heavier" rock than I was at the time. And this was always a source of bickering between us. So I was always looking for ways to "put down" her favorites like Deep Purple for example. Don't get me wrong, I 've done my share of headbanging too, but this was before... The fact that I was bilingual put me in a position of understanding much better what was being sung. That of course, only when the singer didn't sound like he was singing through a mouthful of sand...
So Deep Purple! Here they are...



And the lyrics:
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out of ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running on
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

Hmmm... You get the point...

I still get very nostalgic listening to a lot of the hard rock bands of the time, and I love the music.Bands like Uriah Heep, Jethro Tull and co. Great music, and a lot of good songs, but some of the lyrics just seem a tad immature maybe? I don't know... Maybe it is just me getting older and wiser (and crankier!)

And anyway I much prefer listening to them than the awful drivel that often passes for greek popular music... some examples in translation:

He's a cat, he's a cat, the guy in the tie (it rhymes in greek...)

did not hear. What did you say? Excuse me?
I am sorry Mister, who are you?

Do not wander that I speak to you in plural
that is how I learned to talk to strangers.
Do not speak of a love of the past to me
because you are jealous that now I love somebody else

I did not hear. What did you say? Excuse me?
I am sorry Mister, who are you?

What do you want from me
I am a stranger now,
go back to your wife
that awaits you.

I did not hear. What did you say? Excuse me?
I am sorry Mister, who are you?

Do not wander that I speak to you formally
do not pretend to be hurt.
You, who for years did not ask
whether I died or am still alive
now you come to me again, remorseful.

(my thanks to the www.stixoi.info website for saving me the trouble of the translation...)

What Mr Karvelas thinking of when he wrote this?

So that's my subject for today. next installation is probably going to b the start of a long series, where I go into the subject of the concerts i have been to.
See ya soon!!!