Week Seventeen will be Installment I of 90s Britpop and will feature Ash & Suede (also referred to as London Suede)
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Be forewarned, my fantastically awesome blogland readers, that the next four posts will be dedicated to Suede, a band that absolutely oozes sex appeal. Brett Anderson, the lead singer, whose name I often follow with the word: "yummy!", is so strikingly handsome that it almost hurts to look at him for too long.
I believe that I actually saw pictures of Suede in one of my music magazines before I even heard any of their tunes, and I could tell that they were amazing by just looking at them. At least one Suede song made it on to every mixed-tape that I ever made for anyone in high school and college. To me, their sound is so unique and so appealing. Since "Metal Mickey" was one of the first songs I ever heard by this band, I will start with that one. The part where he sings: "Oh, dad, she's driving me mad" absolutely drives me mad... it's just so damn hott!! (That's right with two "t"s!!)
Also, I believe that they were forced to go by London Suede in the States because someone else had already snagged the name, Suede, before them, but I could never force myself to call them that because, to me, they were always Suede!
Well, she's show showing it off then
The glitter in her lovely eyes
Show, show showing it off then
And all the people shake their money in time
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
We shake, shake, shake to the trumpet
And through the slippery city we ride
Skyline swine on the circuit
Where all the people shake their money in time
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
The glitter in her lovely eyes
Show, show showing it off then
And all the people shake their money in time
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
We shake, shake, shake to the trumpet
And through the slippery city we ride
Skyline swine on the circuit
Where all the people shake their money in time
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
She sells hearts
She sells meat
Oh, dad, she's driving me mad
Come see
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
She sells hearts
She sells meat
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