Monday's & Tuesday's songs are from the INXS album, Kick, so I'm including some images of my copy of Flick on VHS, of course!!!
*INXS*INXS*INXS*INXS*INXS*INXS*INXS*INXS*
Yippppeeee!!! Tonight, I have dinner with the firm where I want to work... I hope the offer is a good one!!!
Wow! So Kick is definitely one of my favorite INXS albums, primarily because it was one of the first ones that I heard. Therefore, you can imagine my shock and surprise when I read this little tidbit of info on Wikipedia:
"They recorded Kick in Sydney and Paris, it was produced by Chris Thomas again, but Atlantic Records was not happy with the result, as manager Chris Murphy remembers:
They hated it, absolutely hated it. They said there was no way they could get this music on rock radio. They said it was suited for black radio, but they didn't want to promote it that way. The president of the label told me that he'd give us $1 million to go back to Australia and make another album."
Seriously, I don't even know what to say about that, other than: "Were they deaf?"
I'm including "New Sensation" below the lyrics, as well...
Here come the woman
With the look in her eye
Raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words as weapons
Sharper than knives
Makes you wonder
How the other half die
Other half die
Makes you wonder
Wonder wonder
Here come the man
With the look in his eye
Fed on nothing
But full of pride
Look at them go
Look at them kick
Makes you wonder
How the other half live
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
Here come the world
With the look in its eye
Future uncertain
But certainly slight
Look at the faces
Listen to the bells
It's hard to believe
We need a place called hell
A place called hell
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
Here comes the woman
With the look in her eye
She's raised on leather
With flesh on her mind
Words are weapons
Sharper than knives
Makes you wonder
How the other half die
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
The devil inside
The devil inside
Every single one of us
The devil inside
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