Bags Of Fun With Buster by Johnny Japes and His Jesticles

Don't know much about this song but it rules. I know it was done by the members of the great XTC with Colin Moulding and Andy Partridge. This tune never fails to crack me up when I play it so I thought I'd share it here on the blog.

If anyone has some tidbits about this particular track please write it in comments please.  Thanks and enjoy.

War Dance by XTC

This XTC tune is from their Nonsuch album and it was written by Colin Moulding.  I've added some really interesting propaganda posters from World War 2 for the war buffs out there who read this blog...you know who you are.

Babe Of The Day * Veronica Lake

Heart Shaped Box by Lounge Brigade

This Nirvana cover can be found on the Put Some Style In It album.  If you dig lounge music..and hey, who doesn't, you'll sure to get a kick out of this tune. 

Otis Blue (A Poem)

Sing it

Otis Blue

Oh now

C’mon and give it to me

Tonight

So I can cry

In my beer

Along with you

Otis Blue

And you

In that orange suit

That fits you so

Well

You can shake

It

And make it

Good for me

Cause I am

Chained and bound

Here and I cannot fly

Tonight

So let me soar

Along within your voice

Tonight

 Otis Blue

They call me

Ol Man Trouble

And we all know

Who you are

Mr. Pitiful

The Big O

Otis Blue

You are

That

So good for you

I’ll knock on wood

For you

I want to save your life

Tonight

Otis Blue

I will gladly

Take your seat

So you can hop

That bus instead

Otis Blue

To save your

Mantra of

Gotta Gotta Gotta

I will be there for you,

For your

Precious love now

Otis Blue

I’ll be number one

In the front row now

Charging the stage

With electricity and volts that would

Kill a mortal man

But you

Otis Blue

Are so far past that

Now

You are now a

Statue in the

Gateway Park

In Memphis

You are the ghost of

Lake Monona

The bright light of

Round Oak, Georgia

And here

Otis Blue

Is where you shine

The brightest

Right here in my

Tattered chest

Where you live to bring me

The glory of love

Stopping the

Pain in my heart

You may be a tramp

Otis Blue

(If Carla was right)

But you hand out

Those cigarettes and coffee

With such ease

That you make it look

So damned easy

Otis Blue

And you show

Everyone up

With your power

But you are humble

Otis Blue

You always were the

Shy man

In the middle of that

Spotlight

Otis Blue

You drive me wild

I will take your advice

And try a little

Tenderness

You’ve taught us

All

So very well

Otis Blue

Thank you for that

Let Me Come On Home by Otis Redding

How can you pick a favorite Otis Redding song? It's impossible..I know..I've tried but this is one that I have been playing pretty often here at the homestead. It is off the must have box set The Definitive Otis Redding. Well worth any amount of pennies that you'll have to dish out to own this set.  Artwork is by Edvard Munch.

Hard (A Poem)

smelling of
paper flowers
I am all
jig saw pieces
scattered about in your mind
that holds me
so close
so dear
so empty
and
finally
so animal

like tulips
in a rare August
you found me
and held me in
that dear hand of yours
slicing me
up
with those nails
you keep sharpened
by scratching them against
the backs of
yellow jackets
that walk up and down
my shaft

torn up now
in a heap
with vibrant smells
lifting off of me
like high helicopters
leaving Woodstock
in the morning
summer 1969
rising into the
air
like a sunflower
in the
pollution of
America
never once stopping
to ask for direction
I just reach out
for your swelling breasts
that kick and throw tantrums
when they are told
yes

now that you have died
I can now
be born
so wipe me clean
and slather
the love onto my pink genitals
and ten little fingers
ten little toes
one massive phallus
and a nose
to stick it in
as the miniature
flags are raised
outside of expensive cabins
for lovers with newborns
keeping them hard
at
work

my star dose not shine
my karma returns the favor
while weeping willows
are just cloud straws
and looking close
you can see
Gary Snyder
sitting there
sucking his thumb
shaped like a wine bottle

this day is over
as the rain
rips apart like boxers fists
landing on the concrete
while my tulip
died a grubby dildos death
just a few moments
ago
and no one cries
as the last balloon
rises in the green sky
within the scent of all the pussies
that had the privilege of
opening for me
here
just now
flows like juicy rivers
going nowhere
again
year after year