Rubber ring

Musikbyrån SVT, Hultsfredsfestivalen 2004

Upp- och nedgång

Idag gick solen upp 8:28 och ner 15:08. Det är inte konstigt att man känner sig lite trött när det är mörkt när man åker till jobbet och ännu mörkare när man åker hem. Man kunde ju tro att om man nu var trött så skulle man ha lätt för att komma i säng på kvällen, men icke. Jag fastnar i soffan och gör fynd på Youtube, som den lilla filmen nedan. När man hör det här inser man hur otroligt svårsjungen denna låt måste vara. Det är inte vackert. Men eftersom det är Belle & Sebastian så är de förlåtna.

Granbarr, snö och julesång

Vilken fantastisk idé. Lägga ut sina gamla granbarr + den kala stammen på Blocket. Något för den händige?


Tyvärr har vi haft ett par julgranar som har tappat varenda jäkla barr inomhus innan vi hunnit få ut trädet igen. Det är de åren det ännu runt midsommar luktar gran när man dammsuger.
Idag kom den första snön. Det är inte roligt. Men man kan alltid pigga upp sig med en liten sång. Den här fina julsången har någon kreativ människa på The Rolling Stone totat ihop (de kanske har haft personalfest på redaktionen):

Morrissey the Snowman (melodi Frosty the Snowman, lyssna nedan)

Morrissey the Snowman
was a pale and morbid soul
He was made of snow
He read Wilde and Poe
and his repartee was droll

Morrissey the Snowman
loved to make the children cry
He would moan and sing
"I can't wait for spring
and the dreaded sunny day I die"

The more the children loved him
his Eskimo blood would freeze
Hi'd sigh and say, "Why pamper
all of life's complexities?"

Morrissey the Snowman
finally got his chance to melt
But we heard him say
as he melt away,
"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt"

Hjälp med melodin:

Dazzling!

Att påven bär Prada har redan konstaterats. Efter att google-mamman (som inte bara hittar i stökiga rum utan även på det stökiga internet) utfört lite research visar det sig att även Morrissey bär Prada. Enligt egen utsago så handlar han mycket av sina gångkläder second hand i Camden. Så det är kul att publiken får se lite glamour på scenen. Och nu när vi har sett glittriga tröjor i färgerna svart, koppar och grönt så undrar jag: När får vi se denna?

Take my hand when you cannot stand the real world

Art-hounds, write something
Art-hounds, look, nothing!
And those that do are judged by those who tried
And find they couldn’t do

Art-hounds, see the Greek Ideal
Gaze on what they never feel
The pitiless revenge of those without friends
Pitiless, pitiless revenge

Art-hounds, nose around
They’ve seen it somewhere written down
And everything they’ve seen on the movie screen
Helps them pick up the bait

In European museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European museums
Will i see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera

Art-hounds, in a restaurant
They bring along their loving aunt
But when they can’t find a table for their fat aunt Mabel
They stamp their feet and cry

Art-hounds, in a restaurant
They bring along their loving aunt
But when they can’t find a table for their fat aunt Mabel
They stamp their feet and cry

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera

Art-hounds, very funny
Very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shrivelled and small
It knows a thousand woes

Art-hounds, very funny
Very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shrivelled and small
It knows a thousand woes

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

When you cannot stand the real world
When you cannot stand the real world
Take my hand
When you cannot stand the real world

When you cannot stand the real world
When you cannot stand the real world
Take my hand
When you cannot stand the real world

I take fifteen pills to send me to sleep
And fifteen pills to shake me awake
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Nobody knows

Scandinavia

I was bored in a Fjord
And I curse the heart and soul of Scandinavia
Let the people burn
Let their children cry and die in blind asylums

But then you came along
And you held out your hand
And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia

I kiss the soil
I eat the soil
I hug the soil
And I praise the God who made you

Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia
Un-protesting I'll die in Scandinavia

Into a crime in Trondheim
I despise each syllable in Scandinavia
Let the people burn
Let their children cry
And die in blind asylums

But then you came along
And you held out your hand
And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia

I kiss the soil
I eat the soil
I hug the soil
And I praise the God who made you

Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia
I'll be happy to die in Scandinavia

Conan show

Diskret svart glittertröja. Väntar på en blå variant och en röd!