Texas - Say What You Want
I met my wife in 1996 when I was 29 and she was 26, we had been moving on the edges of the same social circle for a few months and crossed paths in a night club, fell in love quickly and moved in with her parents for 18 months while we saved for a deposit for the brand new house we live in today, 20 years later. We used to have MTV on in her bedroom through that first summer and stay up late smoking fags and talking for hours. This song was always on and became a firm favourite and we both agree it's "Our Tune" and I still love it and it takes me straight back to that first summer...sigh.
I had a bit of a thing for Sharleen Spiteri for a long while, she's the same age as me, and she seems so sweet, and sexy in the videos but I saw a Youtube clip of her live a couple fo years ago and she was gobbing off and swearing like a coarse rusty old Glaswegian boiler, put me off a bit!
What's your "Our Tune" and why?
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What happened was, earlier that year, I started singing this song drunk in Croydon with my then drinking buddy...
Welcome to the Ghetto, no Welcome to the Jungle...
And... Then...
Later that year, I, with a pen and pad in hand on that bus that night, wrote the rest of the song.
and ^^^^ when I was 30 I finally played it/sang it.
WELCOME TO THE GHETTO
welcome to the ghetto
we got what you need
we know every single dealer
so today we deal you weed
but if today you find I'm unkind
then find the bitch who crossed me
you lookin' for some more to smoke
yet nothin' comes for free
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
I, I wanna see that dick croak
welcome to the ghetto
the ghetto where we blaze
the cops don't care
so we don't go so us dealers gotta raise
n' she's got a very nice ass
that's a nice ass to me
but that ass was in S.W.9
n' now we see Tweety
in the ghetto
grief in Heath better let go
let go, let, let, let go of me
y'know... you just another fucker'ree
welcome to the ghetto
summers we live out on the street
we really don't give a fuck
at any sucker who brings their heat
n' it's all true what we say
said I've seen it yesterday
Ricky was the king of Bricky
but then Shannel blew his ass away
(SND EFX: GUN SHOT X2)
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
I, I wanna see that dick croak
when they come, they come to, they come to bust my fun
my fun my fun my fun...
RAHHHHHHH...
...TID! (rarted)
you know how this life goes
it's death by me or an S.T.D
so why you wanna try
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
watch her, her, her,
her from S.W.9
ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is gonna, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, ch, choke, choke,
only in the ghetto
welcome to the ghetto
now your ass is...
your ass is mine
yeah!
but if not then this lol
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
Otherwise might say something like today by smashing pumpkins, as that's a song that really hit home during a bout of depression, or endless rain by X Japan...
When wife and I were getting married we couldn't decide on a first dance song.. we had a short list but no real preference. We went to go see Smashing Pumpkins a little while before date and when they played tonight tonight we both looked at eachother and said 'this one!'
I'm not normally soppy but I think this one of the best love songs ever written.
People don't usually associate Beefheart with sentimentality but he's written some beautiful love songs.
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Unfortunately, she took to holding somebody else’s, so I punched him in the face on Christmas Eve of 1984 and that was the end of something beautiful....
I resent you reminding me of this, at this time of year, if I’m honest....
The Adagio spoke to me.
It offered me certainty; an end to indecision.
I found calm and peace and I knew what to do.
I decided to marry her.
...Bad move.
Or rather, I'm gonna suggest, not an entirely rational move.
I struggle to listen to that Barber piece now. It always reminds me of that night.
I'm okay with that as it happens. You learn from these things.
I remember being punched in the face on Christmas Eve 1984, my new girlfriend's jealous ex boyfriend apparently. Oh well, nobbed her for a few weeks, got bored and then dumped her. What a coincidence.
Offset "(Emp) - a little heavy on the hyperbole."
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
I'm not locked in here with you, you are locked in here with me.
Things are different since the sex change. Still don't like the Thompson Twins.