Week Seventeen will be Installment I of 90s Britpop and will feature Ash & Suede (also referred to as London Suede)
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I wasn't terribly crazy about the album, Coming Up, nor was I terribly crazy about this song when I heard it the first few times. However, sometimes when I watch a video, it just seems to sell the song to me, and that's what happened in this case.
I adore how they cleverly incorporated the lyrics into everyday and household items as Brett is singing. I also adore the fact the the keyboardist is playing a Korg synthesizer because Korg has some of the most kick arse sounds - just ask Depeche Mode. We also had a Korg in the band that I played in.
iTunes actually offered this video as one of its free selections one week, and I snagged it up in a nanosecond. So anytime I need to feel inspired by the male beauty of Brett Anderson, he's just a wheel click away. Yeah, I know, I need to upgrade to one of those touch screen things, but I love my iPod --- uh huh, enough to marry it!! :-D
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, 22
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads
On the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Loved up, doved up
Hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
You don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
La, la, la
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
Whoa, whoa
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again
Cracked up, stacked up, 22
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah
Shaved heads, rave heads
On the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Loved up, doved up
Hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat
High on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits
Oh, here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
Here they come
The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Loved up, doved up
You don't think about it
You don't do without it
Because you're beautiful
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
La, la, la
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
Whoa, whoa
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la
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