<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069007</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:20.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earotic</title><subtitle type='html'>A journal on random aspects of music appreciation.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>musicurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208066465526028465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/240/2752/640/IMG_2182.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069007.post-113543288272852881</id><published>2005-12-24T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:16:24.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Lyrics I like (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can like a song for a thousand reasons. Often times, it's the melody, the hook. Sometimes it's the rhythm, the beat (the secret to the King of Pop's world-beating hits if you ask me). You like Santana's songs for the way he wanks his guitar. You wince and grab your balls when Jeff Zhang sings like he's got none. But admit it, you like 'Can't Get You Out of My Head' cos of Kylie's diaphanous peek-a-boo top and hotpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occassionally, we get interested about what the singer is going on about in the song. Indeed, knowing what the singer is going on about in the song cannot be taken for granted these days considering that (i) Sinatra-esque enunciation is no longer in fashion and (ii) the range of vocabulary employed in lyric-writing grown beyond Merriam-Webster. I remember recording songs from radio onto tape; playing, pausing and replaying just to figure out that elusive line. It gets harder when the words seem out of context. Which was why I had my doubts when a fellow amateur lyric transcriber insisted that Bon Jovi was really singing 'this old dog, kicked up'. Not all album sleeves contain 'lyrics that have been reprinted with the kind permission of the publisher' so I'm thankful for the internet. My friend has been vindicated. In 'Always', Bon Jovi was truly likening his emotional state to an 'old dog, kicked up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although lyrics are probably better appreciated when considered in their entirety, I have isolated some lines from songs that I think convey the songs' 'essence' or are simply brilliant on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much,&lt;br /&gt;They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mansun, An Open Letter To The Lyrical Trainspotter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A song about interpreting lyrics. Ironical, satirical, maybe just plain fun. And the title? Brilliant. (side note: chorus contains a nice steal of the opening piano riff from the Carpenter's 'Close to You')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby I've gotta get through&lt;br /&gt;Crumb by crumb in this big black forest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Rufus Wainwright, Crumb by Crumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A reference to Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm so impressed&lt;br /&gt;With the kindness in your attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Collective Soul, Smashing Young Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Not so much the words but the way Ed Roland sang it - in a hilarious falsetto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I've ruined nearly all of my veins&lt;br /&gt;Sticking that fucking shit into my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The Darkness, Givin' Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The subtlety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vampire or a victim&lt;br /&gt;It depends on who's around -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U2, Stay (Faraway, So Close!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;strong&gt;Elvis Costello&lt;/strong&gt; songs. The man is a lyrical artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prize goes to the Bloodhound Gang. The gang's musicianship has largely been overshadowed by their pants-wettingly inventive lyrics on all things carnal. Done in superb retro 80s disco style (complete with killer keyboards and sing-along chorus), I like the lyrics so much I'm compelled to reproduce it from start to finish. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating&lt;br /&gt;But there are several other very important differences&lt;br /&gt;Between human beings and animals that you should know about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd appreciate your input&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought&lt;br /&gt;Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about&lt;br /&gt;So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds&lt;br /&gt;I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns&lt;br /&gt;Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined&lt;br /&gt;To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Do it again now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' horny now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket&lt;br /&gt;Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it&lt;br /&gt;Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas&lt;br /&gt;But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"&lt;br /&gt;So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship&lt;br /&gt;Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip&lt;br /&gt;So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Do it again now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' horny now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Do it again now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Do it now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Do it again now&lt;br /&gt;You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals&lt;br /&gt;So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' horny now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20069007-113543288272852881?l=earotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/feeds/113543288272852881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20069007&amp;postID=113543288272852881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069007/posts/default/113543288272852881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069007/posts/default/113543288272852881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-lyrics-i-like-part-i.html' title='Some Lyrics I like (Part I)'/><author><name>musicurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208066465526028465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/240/2752/640/IMG_2182.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069007.post-113518056750769215</id><published>2005-12-21T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:32:22.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earotic</title><content type='html'>earotic&lt;br /&gt;earotic&lt;br /&gt;put your hands all over my body&lt;br /&gt;earotic&lt;br /&gt;earotic&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to put you in a trance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20069007-113518056750769215?l=earotic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/feeds/113518056750769215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20069007&amp;postID=113518056750769215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069007/posts/default/113518056750769215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20069007/posts/default/113518056750769215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earotic.blogspot.com/2005/12/earotic.html' title='Earotic'/><author><name>musicurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16208066465526028465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/240/2752/640/IMG_2182.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
