Sunday 18 May 2008

Hot Lettuce

Taken from "Sgt.Disco" 2007

Instrumental

The whole idea of Lettuce being hot makes me feel slightly sick. An instrumental track with a sort of burbling or mumbling in the background. Sounds like a Jazz jam and probably would almost fit on Phantom Tollbooth. No great shakes and a bit filler.

Friday 16 May 2008

Excellent Things

Taken from "Suitcase 1" 2003

"Mirrors reflect only what we expect
Just what we wanna see
Clothes looking fresh
Cotton, Rayon, and Mesh
Household warm and germ free

I filled up a jar with colorful capsules
Jewelry and rings
Notice how we constantly thrive on excellent things

Came here to stay
Incarnated I sway
Toward material needs
Television hums
Busy hand pounds and strums
Two or three knuckles bleed

Boats and trains and commercial flight airplanes
That whistle and sing
See how we persistently thrive on excellent things


Mirrors reflect only what we expect
Just what we wanna see
Clothes looking fresh
Cotton, Rayon, and Mesh
Household warm and germ free

I filled up a jar with colorful capsules
Jewelry and rings
Notice how we constantly thrive on excellent things

Came here to stay
Incarnated I sway
Toward material needs
Television hums
Busy hand pounds and strums
Two or three knuckles bleed

Boats and trains and commercial flight airplanes
That whistle and sing
See how we persistently thrive on excellent things"

A very melancholic and downbeat song that also has a hint of hope. A very catchy song that has an early Smiths like quality. Shame it didn't grow up onto a proper album but that's Bob for you.

Tuesday 13 May 2008

Let's Go Back To Bed

Taken from "Ringworm Interiors" 1991

"Let's go back to bed
and crash for a bucket of tears
of the heart and self-righteous throne
they make out words
the interpreters and writers vile and feely
migratory centers
international heart stamps
oh, let's go back to bed"

A strangely hypnotic and spiralling Circus Devils track that could push you over the edge if you are a bit Drunk or on the verge of Mental Illness. Ends with repetition and swirling keyboards. As wilfully odd as ever.