They're not really obscure, they were touted as the Next Big Thing over here back in the early nineties and then they just... disappeared. But I have their first 3 cds and still listen to them rather frequently. Another band that did that was Stone Roses, I think they got caught up in fighting with their label and missed their window of opportunity. Still, great cd. I read that Ian Brown is going to form a band with Johnny Marr, that could be worth a listen. Which brings me to this:
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We give a **** and you can do happier, I think. Though I do get a chuckle out of the way Morrissey puts grim lyrics over Marr's bouncy tunes. Especially
this one. :rofl:
Or
this little happy(?) tune from a funny band.
I am more impressed with every post you make sir.. you are just rhyming off all my favourite bands here..and the Aquabats [though I had not heard of them] just cheered me up no end today.. Johnny Marr and Ian Brown I had not heard neither.. Saw Johnny just last week talking up his collaboration with The Cribs now he is supposedly taking a break from Modest Mouse?? Not heard bout him and the monkey boy getting together though - take somebody to keep Brown in tune haha. The Stone Roses will always have a place in my heart. Those were my halcyon days I think.. You know you deserve nothing less that one of the best lyrics I could think of by the aforementioned Cribs, with Lee Ranaldo you know from out of Sonic Youth? This song pulls me apart in a million ways and I do not really know why. The video poster's lyrics are a little out, bless.. so even though I do not like to post a whole crapload of lyrics, this is an exception [and to me at least, exceptional, wow] so I post them all here - and they are ALL CORRECT!! I typed them myself!! Pffft.. This is so good I could live off its fumes alone. I can think of nothing better to give you. Jenna x
One of those ******* awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger: an outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armour.
These are the days when I hate the world; hate the rich; hate the happy; hate the complacent: the TV watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones. Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realising that.
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living.
We each know our own fate. {be safe}
We know from our youth how to be treated; how we'll be received; how we shall end.
These things don't change.
You can change your clothes; change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents. But sooner or later your own self will always catch up; always it waits in the wings.
Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.
One of those rainy day car rides. My head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull: wet, damp.
Windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head.
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow: frame by frame with two minutes that take ten years to live out. Yeah, lets do that.
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky, metal arms outstretched.
So much land travelled so little sense made of it.
It doesn't mean a thing all this land laid out behind us.
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while.
I'm disgusted with petty concerns; parking tickets, breakfast specials. Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract typography, methane covenant, linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, Stygian Emissary, torturous lice, mad Elizabeth.
Chemotherapy ********.
The light within you shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway, like a snake eating its own tail, steam turbine, frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blowjob, deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory movements, the movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin.
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away.
I've hear your stairs creak.
I can fix my mind on your "yes", and your "no"
I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals, all red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silvered Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real, you're moving so fast now I cant hold your image.
This image I have of your face by the window, me standing beside you arm on your shoulder.
A catalogue of images, flashing glimpses then gone again.
I'm tethered to this post you've sunk in me and every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air twisting your heel, your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud it still rings in my ears.
Inhibition: distant, tired of longing. Cleaning my teeth, stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom.
Open all the boxes. Open all the boxes. Open all the boxes. Open ALL the boxes!
Times Square, midday. Newspaper buildings, news headlines going around, you watch as they go, and hope for some good ones.
Those tree shadows in the park they're all whispering chasing leaves, around six pm, shadows across the cobblestones.
Girl in front of bathroom mirror as she slowly and carefully and paints her face green, mask-like, Matisse "Portrait with Green Stripe"
Long shot through apartment window, a monologue on top but no girl in shot.
The light within me shines like a diamond mine, like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway, like a snake eating its own tail.
A steam turbine, frog pond, two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun, hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list,
blowjob, death's head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memory movements.
The movie unreeling, about to begin..
Thank you!
we need a skankin' smiley..lol) 
