Thanks James - not a copy for sale on Discogs - will check Yep Roc site later....
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Oh, I just love the kind of woman Who can walk over a man I mean like a god damn marching band She says, like literally Music is the air she breathes And the malaprops make me want to fucking scream I wonder if she even knows what that word means Well, it's literally not that Of the few main things I hate about her One's her petty, vogue ideas Someone's been told too many times They're beyond their years By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around And now every insufferable convo Features her patiently explaining the cosmos Of which she's in the middle Oh my God, I swear this never happens Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning I feel so unconvincing And I fumble with your buttons She blames her excess on my influence But gladly Hoovers all my drugs I found her naked with her best friend in the tub We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun 'Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on Why don't you move to the Delta? I obliged later on When you begged me to choke ya +1 on I love you Honeybear, this track being one one of my all time favorite lyrics by anybody. |
@reubent, Thanks for the welcome! My new turntable . . embarrassed to say after seeing the equipment you guys use. I don’t anticipate playing vinyl much, so when my 30+ year old Kenwood died, I was looking for a replacement in the $300-$500 range. Found an offer from Turntable Lab on a Denon DP—300F for $280. Denon puts their own lesser cartridge on it, but Turntable Lab was offering an upgrade that included a pre-mounted Ortofon 2M Red, so I bit. Im cleaning 40-60 year old records using the Spin-Clean and they don’t sound too bad. Actually, I don’t remember them sounding this good back in the day. Of course, the equipment Im playing them through is considerably better than I ever had back then. Found an old Cream Album and some young Roy Orbison (I inherited records — a lot I didn’t purchase, which is cool too!) |
You know who else is on this first Peter Gabriel album, right? Fripp. This record is genius in its arrangement. Up and down and one big build up to the last: When the night shows The signals grow on radios All the strange things They come and go, as early warnings Stranded starfish have no place to hide Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide There's no point in direction we cannot Even choose a side.I took the old track The hollow shoulder, across the waters On the tall cliffs They were getting older, sons and daughters The jaded underworld was riding high Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain Was warm and soaked the crowd.Lord, here comes the flood We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood If again the seas are silent In any still alive It'll be those who gave their island to survive Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.When the flood calls You have no home, you have no… |
This is pretty good. J. Tillman. Pure Comedy. https://youtu.be/wKrSYgirAhc Like an American version of a Roy Harper /Roger Waters mash. |