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Man. I’m getting old.
That’s wrong.
His eyes. They burn right into my soul.
He has looked into my heart, and he has seen the 80s.
It was a good album, and you can’t ruin it for me.
You can’t. You can’t!
(t/w: national. “She might not be much of one if she’s confirmed.”)
Um, yeah, that looks less like Elvis than it does David Johansen. Then again, who wouldn’t trust the New York Dolls on Supreme Court nominations? I mean, we’ve got the CBGB vote locked up!
jesus, I’m old, too.
I meant “national treasure,” but I’m very tired.
I think it’s enough that I know what I mean.
…and did I mention this would get us the crucial Richard Hell endorsement?
I mean, where’s the downside, people!?
And somewhere George Michaels sobs softly to himself, wondering why Jeff chose not to use “Faith” as his template for this cutting social satire…
TW: behind
Insert your own George Michael “behind” joke here.
So what’s goin’ on here………is Allah on your couch right now with a fifth of Woodfords and the remote while you play photoshop?
A mind is a terrible waste you know…….
Oh, I just don’t know where to begin…
Oh, please. Make it go away.
Usually I surf with images turned off for this very reason alone.
I could swear I saw him at open mike night on Thursday.
Oh yeah… I know this record. Is this the one with the running order:
Pretty Words
Watch Your Step
Shot With His Own Gun
Boy With A Problem
5ive Gears in Reverse
Beyond Belief
Accidents Will Happen
Senior Service
Busy Bodies
Clowntime Is Over
Imagination is a Powerful Deceiver
King of America
I Hope You’re Happy Now
I have no idea who that is. Born too late, I guess.
Somewhere, Elvis just blew coffee through his nose!
Actually, the issue of whether Miers is “conservative enough†doesn’t bother me so much as her apparent lack of constitutional scholarship and analytical skills (Bush, the “smartest man I ever met� What the hell is that!?!)
TW: brown, as in Ms. Miers, please clean your nose.
Heh. You gus are old. I just had to ask Amazon to show me albums named “Trust” to figure it out and I’m 31. One nice thing about the extra time it took me is that I noticed Jeff’s got a smiley that kind of matches the photoshop.
I don’t get it.
Sincerely,
Hugh Hewitt.
The sad thing is, I’m old enough to remember when Elvis Costello was hip. He’s still cool, and I’ll believe that when I’m wearing my pants up around my nipple line.
Pity “Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes” didn’t fit into Johno’s nifty line-up. “I used to be disgusted, but now I’m just amused.” Costello wrote the whole soundtrack to this miserable clusterf*ck.
…but verify.
That oughtta separate the boomers from the tweeners…
Romeo was restless, he was ready to kill
Jumped out the window ‘cause he couldn’t sit still
SB: used
I feel so
I just went to the park and jacked off in the bathroom. That’s not inappropriate is it?
Utron, you’re dead right. I coulda/shoulda gone with songs with apropos lyrics, but I figured the joke was recondite enough as it stood.
Else I’da used “Now that you’re picture’s in the paper being rhythmically admired, you can have anyone that you ever desired.” Or “You think your country needs you but you know it never will / So pack up your troubles in a stolen handbag / Don’t dilly dally boys, rally ‘round the flag /Give us your daily bread in individual slices / And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis”
But that’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?
Ah, Elvis. Released one year after I was born. Fantastic, underrated album in his oeuvre, too. “New Lace Sleeves” is one of his finest.
Jesus I’m young.
Speaking of “New Lace Sleeves,” how’s this?
She’s no angel,
He’s no saint.
They’re all covered up with
Whitewash and greasepaint…
As I recall, that was the opening track on Trust.
T/W: “based.” On a true story, apparently.
Jeff B: Released one year BEFORE I was born.
Ha – younger.
*Utron shuffles off the thread, angrily rattling his walker…*
T/W: “born.” Okay, that’s just mean.
What’s so funny ‘bout peace, love, and judicial nominations?
Come on over here, Utron. I got us some low-salt mashed peas that are just delightful.
I graduated high school in 1981.
Bastards.
– bev
Got ya beat graduated HS in 80 And yes Elvis was cool back then, I think?
dario:
hah!
Hmmm. Graduated HS in 79…guess that makes it 26 years ago……well, got to get rolling—the radio’s playing Zeppelin.
I’m working on a kick-ass parody of “Oliver’s Army” for this thread but I still need rhymes for “racist” and “Chee-tos”.
I’ll politely defer to my elders of course (class of 1984), but I was always a huge fan of This Years Model. Elvis was some sort of punk hybrid that didn’t scare the parents.
AWG— Very good.
I have that album, but, I have all of his albums.
I’m surrounded by juveniles. I was in college when My Aim Is True was released.
Did I say juveniles? I meant delinquents.
So maybe I was in college in 1977. What of it?
“…filing her nails while they’re dregding the lake…”
“dragging”, wasn’t it? Dredging doesn’t make sense.
HS: 1979.
Aw hell, I’m in college NOW.
That, my friends, is a another sign of age. A mid-life crisis that sends you to graduate school.
TW: “were”
What were we talking about again? Being a ‘cool’ parent? Huh?
– bev
Oops.
You’re right, Slart. Memory starts to fade…
Try “bassist” and “Greedo’s.”
I got nuthin for “racist.” But how about “speedos?”
BTW, does anyone know who laid down all the uber-cool guitar licks on “Allison?” Was that Elvis or someone else?
Hmmm. Might have to pick up the CD on the way home.
How about “papist” and “Doritos.” Oughta be close enough when sung, anyway.
TW: friend. I once got mistaken for Marshall Crenshaw. My friend and I got some free drinks out of the deal.
Don’t say you love me when it’s just a rumour
Don’t say a word if there is any doubt.
Sometimes i think that love is just a tumour;
You’ve got to cut it out.
You say you’re sorry for the things that you’ve done.
You say you’re sorry but you know you don’t mean it.
I wouldn’t worry. i had so much fun.
Sometimes i almost feel just like a human being
It’s you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It’s you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
Oh yeah.
Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival
Just hit me one more time with that live wire
Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million
You say i’ve got not feelings;
This is a good way to kill them.
Select the control and then insert the token
You wanna throw me away but i’m not broken.
You’ve got a lot to say. well i’m not joking.
There are some words they don’t allow to be spoken.
Sometimes i almost feel just like a human being
It’s you
Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue
It helped me get beyond the picture…
And I saw Elvis and the Attractions at Ravinia when this album had just come out and again at the Royal Albert Hall in 1994, so there. But if we’re going to quote lyrics, we ought to stick to songs from this album. To wit, Big Sister’s Clothes:
Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love.
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove.
She’s got eyes like saucers, oh you think she’s a dish.
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish.
But it’s easier to say “I love you,”
Than “your’s sincerly” I suppose.
All little sisters like to try on big sister’s clothes, big sister’s clothes.
The sport of kings, the old queen’s heart,
The prince in darkness stole some tart.
And it’s in the papers, it’s in the charts,
It’s in the stop press before it all starts.
With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments,
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments.
Compassion went out of fashion,
That’s all your concern meant.
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements.
But it’s easier to say “I love you,”
Than “your’s sincerly” I suppose.
All little sisters like to try on big sister’s clothes, big sister’s clothes.
Turing word: trying
P.S. Jeff, if you don’t have this CD and want it, I’ll mail it to you. Oh, and of course you are familiar with E.C.’s ode to Margaret Thatcher aren’t you?
Ach, you people don’t know your Trust from your Punch the Clock!
On that first record, EC was backed by an uncredited band called Clover. As EC is a terrible guitar player (and was worse then) the lick was probably courtesy of John McFee.
“New Lace Sleeves” was track 7—first song, second side, perhaps. “Clubland” was the great opener.
And I’ve always been partial to “You’ll Never Be a Man” of all the perfect tracks on that nearly-perfect disc.
As He said, “I wish you luck with a capital F.”