Songs of the Day, starting with: China My China - Brian Eno
Submitted by Norm Roulet on Fri, 07/30/2010 - 22:01.
Genius - genius - genius. We all need to experience that from time to time. Perhaps today? From 1974!
One of the greatest songs from one of the greatest albums by many of the greatest musicians ever. Just astounding! And this is actually an Eno video.
What do you think is the most unusual instrument played in this song?
Without question, if I was to be stranded on a deserted island with the catalog of music written, performed or produced by just one artist, it would be Brian Eno.
Given the chance I'll die like a baby On some faraway beach When the season's over
Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away
Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A silver sail on a boat Oh lie low lie low, li-li-li-li li-li-lo
On Some Faraway Beach... followed on Here Come The Warm Jets by Blank Frank, which rocks
Best for last... ?... Brian Eno - more prophecy from the 1970s - Dead Finks Don't Talk, From Here Come The Warm Jets
Oh cheeky cheeky Oh naughty sneaky You're so perceptive And I wonder how you knew.
Submitted by Norm Roulet on Sat, 07/31/2010 - 08:53.
Blank frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing And he is one who will look at you sideways His particular skill is leaving bombs in people`s driveways.
Blank frank has a memory that`s as cold as an iceberg The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs Blank frank is the siren, he`s the air-raid, he`s the crater He`s on the menu, on the table, he`s the knife and he`s the waiter
Oh cheeky cheeky Oh naughty sneaky You're so perceptive And I wonder how you knew.
But dead finks don't walk too well (oh no) A bad sense of direction (oh no) And so they stumble round in threes (oh no) Such a strange collection.
Oh, you headless chicken Can those poor teeth take so much kicking? You're always so charming As you make your way up here.
And dead finks don't dress too well No discrimination To be a zombie all the time Requires such dedication.
"Oh please sir, will you let it go by, 'Cos I failed both tests with my legs both tied In my place the stuff is all there I've been ever so sad for a very long time.
My my, they wanted the works: Can you this? and that? I never got a letter back Poor fool me, bless my soul Poor fool me, bless my soul."
Oh perfect masters They thrive on disasters They all look so harmless Till they find their way up here.
But dead finks don't talk too well They've got a shaky sense of diction It's not so much a living hell It's just a dying fiction.
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Blank Frank
Blank frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing
And he is one who will look at you sideways
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people`s driveways.
Blank frank has a memory that`s as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank frank is the siren, he`s the air-raid, he`s the crater
He`s on the menu, on the table, he`s the knife and he`s the waiter
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Dead Finks Don't Talk so well
To be a zombie all the time requires such dedication.
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China my China
China my China - I just realized 30 years ago this month I was in China.
Slides to follow - there are some gems in there... I was already shooting a Nikon F2S and its all Kodachrome... mostly 25... grain like cream
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