Three Tunes No.3

If you fancy it, listen to the three songs in this pack and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do some research and find a bit of biographical information about the band or the artist to make your review journalistic rather than just a personal response. Here is the third pack of three...

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Caecille Norby - Life On Mars

It's a god-awful small affair 

To the girl with the mousy hair 

But her mummy is yelling "No" 

And her daddy has told her to go 

But her friend is nowhere to be seen 

Now she walks through her sunken dream 

To the seat with the clearest view 

And she's hooked to the silver screen 

But the film is a saddening bore 

For she's lived it ten times or more 

She could spit in the eyes of fools 

As they ask her to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 

It's the freakiest show 

Take a look at the Lawman 

Beating up the wrong guy 

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 

He's in the best selling show 

Is there life on Mars? 

It's on America's tortured brow 

That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow 

Now the workers have struck for fame 

'Cause Lennon's on sale again 

See the mice in their million hordes 

From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads 

Rule Britannia is out of bounds 

To my mother, my dog, and clowns 

But the film is a saddening bore 

'Cause I wrote it ten times or more 

It's about to be writ again 

As I ask you to focus on 

Sailors fighting in the dance hall 

Oh man! Look at those cavemen go 

It's the freakiest show 

Take a look at the Lawman 

Beating up the wrong guy 

Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know 

He's in the best selling show 

Is there life on Mars?

Colin Hay - My Brilliant Feat

Did someone call my name?

Like a distant drum is beating

Or is it just another dream of long ago?

I dance again, I am spinning

In the light, I am living

And I can feel the power rushing through my veins

Once upon a time I could do no wrong

For the candle flickers, the flame is never gone

To my brilliant feat

They all pay heed

I hear the crowds roar oh so loudly

Is it a game of chance

Or merely circumstances

A jack to a king and back

Then you have to pay to play

The world it won't wait for you

It's got its own things to do

The sun's gotta rise and drive another night away

And as I listen to the silence

I can hear thunder in the distance

To my brilliant feat

I make grown men weep

And still my eyes grow oh so cloudy

Dresden Dolls - Backstabber

the record goes from blue to gold 

so thank you for all your help 

I know you want to jump around 

but try to contain yourself 

you always struck me as the type to take it lightly 

but now you’re gonna have to shut your mouth or fight me… 

backstabber, backstabber…. 

you’re all alone you’re all over  

the popular magazines will never care what do you care 

you’re down with the japanese 

but you’ve got no right to sit there saying I abuse it 

when you only sleep with girls who say they like your music 

backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber backstabber 

backstabber! hope grabber! 

greedy little fit haver! 

god, I feel for you, fool….. 

s**t lover! off brusher! 

jaded bitter joy crusher! 

failure has made you so cruel…. 

rotten to the core  

rotten to the core 

rotten like a crackwhore 

backing out out the backdoor 

show us what you’re good for 

stick it to the noise board 

come on join the bloodsport 

show us some support, still 

working at the drugstore 

is it because you’re A F****ING 

backstabber! hope grabber! 

greedy little fit haver! 

god, I feel for you, fool….. 

s**t lover! off brusher! 

jaded bitter joy crusher! 

failure has made you so cruel…. 

  

so don’t tell me what to write 

and don’t tell me that I’m wrong…… 

and don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs 

so here we go the open road 

is covered with taco stands 

and you can stop we’ll drop you off 

and write to you when we land 

BACKSTABBER!

Put on your music journalist hat. 

Three Tunes No.2

Once again, if it's your cup of tea, listen to the three songs and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do your own research to obtain biographical information about the band or the artist. Here is the second pack of three...

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Cowboy Junkies - Something More Besides You

One foot strands before the crib

The other by the casket

A question formed upon stilled lips

Is passed on but never asked

I guess I believe that there’s a point

To what we do

But I ask myself is there

Something more besides you? 

Two are born to cross

Their paths, their lives, their hearts

If by chance one turns away

Are they forever lost? 

I guess I believe that there’s a point

To what we do

But I ask myself is there

Something more besides you? 

This morning I awoke,

The bed warm where it once was cold

Small blessings laid upon us

Small mysteries slowly unfold

Yet I still wonder is there a point

To what we do? 

’cause I kind of doubt

That there is something more besides you

Although it’s hard to find the point

To what we do,

Do I dare believe that there is

Something more besides you?

Lloyd Cole - Man on the Verge

Independent reader I

Looking for a better quality of life

Seeking to depart from lonely hearted page

Sensitive to greying hair

Looking for a w/sense of humour

Do you have a script

Perchance, I could rewrite?

Man on the verge

Of the nerve

For "Hello, I love your shirt"

Could it hurt?

Man on the verge

9/11 subway train

You had yellow hair and mine is grey

You half smiled

Got off at Astor Place

Man on the verge

Of the words

to "Hello, I love your shirt"

Could it hurt?

Man on the verge

Waiting for the kiss of life

seemingly lost without a TV Guide

Boyish 37

Sorely uninspired

Single melancholy male

Owning up to loneliness is no big deal

Everything is gone tomorrow miss you much

Man on the verge

Of the nerve

For "Hello, I love your shirt"

Could it hurt?

Man on the verge

Man on the verge

Mouthing the words

And the air between them

Could it hurt?

Man on the verge

XTC - Earn Enough for Us

I've been praying all the week through 

At home, at work and on the bus 

I've been praying I can keep you 

And to earn enough for us 

I can take humiliation 

And hurtful comments from the boss 

I'm just praying by the weekend 

I can earn enough for us 

Found a house that won't repair itself 

With it's windows cracking 

And a roof held together with holes 

Just because we're at the bottom of the ladder 

We shouldn't be sadder 

Than others like us 

Who have goals for the betterment of life 

Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest 

I've been praying all the week through 

At home at work and on the bus 

I've been praying I can keep you 

And to earn enough for us 

So you're saying that we're going to be three 

Now, a father's what I'll be 

Don't get me wrong, I'm so proud 

But the belt's already tight 

I'll get another job at night, but honest 

I can take humiliation 

And hurtful comments from the boss 

I'm just praying by the weekend 

I can earn enough for us 

Just because we're at the bottom of the ladder 

We shouldn't be sadder 

Than others like us 

Who have goals for the betterment of life 

Glad that you want to be my wife, but honest 

I can take humiliation 

And hurtful comments from the Boss 

I'm just praying by the weekend 

I can earn enough for us 

I can earn enough for us

Show us the budding music journalist in you. 

Three Tunes No.1

If it's your cup of tea, listen to the songs and offer a review of your favourite one (or as many as you want). Do your own research for biographical information about the band or the artist. Here is the first pack of three...

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Del Amitri - Nothing Ever Happens

Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed

And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats

Janitors padlock the gates

For security guards to patrol

And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink

While the married ones turn on a chat show

And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore

Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go

And by five o'clock everything's dead

And every third car is a cab

And ignorant people sleep in their beds

Like the doped white mice in the college lab

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all

The needle returns to the start of the song

And we all sing along like before

Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there

The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care

Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day

And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed

Just survive constant action replay

Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs

While angry from Manchester writes to complain about

All the repeats on T.V.

And computer terminals report some gains

On the values of copper and tin

While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs

For the price of a hospital wing

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all

The needle returns to the start of the song

And we all sing along like before

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all

They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock

And we'll all go along like before

And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Joni Mitchell - My Old Man

My old man

He's a singer in the park

He's a walker in the rain

He's a dancer in the dark

We don't need no piece of paper

From the city hall

Keeping us tied and true

My old man

Keeping away my blues

He's my sunshine in the morning

He's my fireworks at the end of the day

He's the warmest chord I ever heard

Play that warm chord, play and stay baby

We don't need no piece of paper

From the city hall

Keeping us tied and true

My old man

Keeping away my blues

But when he's gone

Me and them lonesome blues collide

The bed's too big

The frying pan's too wide

Then he comes home

And he takes me in his loving arms

And he tells me all his troubles

And he tells me all my charms

We don't need no piece of paper

From the city hall

Keeping us tied and true

No, my old man

Keeping away my blues

World Party - Put A Message In The Box

And if you listen now

You might hear a new sound coming in

As an old one disappears

See the world in just one grain of sand

You better take a closer look

Don't let it slip right through your hand

Won't you please hear the call

The world says

Now is the moment, please understand

The road is wide open to the heart of every man

A few simple words

So a mule could understand

He don't want tomorrow

If it's just crumbling into sand

Won't please hear the call

She says

Put the message in the box

Put the box into the car

Drive the car around the world

Until you get heard x 2

The world says

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your love to me

'Cause I'm waiting right here with my open arms

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your soul to me

'Cause I'm waiting to behold your many charms

Is that love in the air? She says

Until you get heard x 4

The Three Tunes Pack No.1 tunes are HERE.

Let's hear from the budding music journalist in you!