Back in 1999, when my boyfriend (at the time) and I heard that Spahn Ranch, Switchblade Symphony, and Front Line Assembly were putting on a show at The Backroom in Austin, TX, we knew it was time for a middle-of-the week road trip, since it fell on a Wednesday night!!!
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It's fairly safe to say that my mother is probably the biggest and most dedicated fan of my blog, but she informed me yesterday (via text message) that this week's selections have been her least favorite thus far... It's sort of ironic that today's song has the word mother in the title and the lyrics. It was not planned that way, mom... it just happened. :-D
Switchblade Symphony was not around for a terribly long time, and although I would never claim them as one of my favorites, I still really do like their sound.
They also covered a song by Siouxsie & the Banshees for the tribute CD that I mentioned a few weeks back; so I will include that cover - "Night Shift" - along with one of their other hits, "Gutter Glitter", below the lyrics...
She's been standing in my place
Let's go out and slap her face
She's been sitting in my chair
Let's go out and pull her hair
Yes you scream and you shout
Girl you'll never get out
No you never will see what's new
Yes you scream and you shout
No you'll never get out
No you never will see what's new
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Right here
She's been sleeping in my bed
Let's go out and shoot her dead
She's been dancing in my dress
Let's go out and make a mess
Yes you scream and you shout
No you'll never get out
No you never will see what's new
Yes you scream and you shout
No you'll never get out
No you never will see what's new
With you....
Iridescent eyes of the seahorse cries
Treasures she loves others despise
A shooting star shan't fall very far
Dim fireflies held in glass jars
April showers bring May flowers
Dazzling dust tossed in wind gusts
The trap door is open
The window half closed
The tapestry curtain vivaciously grows
Iridescent eyes of the seahorse cries
Treasures she loves others despise
A shooting star shan't fall very far
Dim fireflies held in glass jars
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Mother says to stay right here
Right here
Tell me what's new with you
Yeah, you're that girl
Tell me what's new with you
Yeah, you're that girl
Is it her or is it me?
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