So, as I was browsing through my post history, I noticed that
I have been neglecting the ladies a bit on my blog... as a result, I
am dedicating Week Forty to Girls that Rock! - or female-fronted bands!!!
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No need to whine, boy,
Like a wind-up toy you stutter at my feet,
And it's never the time, boy,
You've had too much wine to stumble up my street.
Well it isn't a problem,
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets,
Tell me you're mine, love,
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats.
Is there something you lack,
When I'm flat on my back,
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate,
Or it's something you hate,
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate,
And is she really great,
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
Don't feed me a line, boy,
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone,
And there's no need to be coy,
That is something you can do upon your own.
Well it isn't a problem, nothing we can't solve so just relax.
Am I on the wrong train, love,
And will I have to tie you to the tracks.
Is there something you lack,
When I'm flat on my back,
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate,
Or it's something you hate,
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate,
And is she really great,
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
I really want you to
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
I really want you to
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
Oh, that Justine Frischmann --- what a little vixen!!! And such a lucky bee-yotch! In case you weren't aware of this, she has romanced Damon Albarn (Blur), Brett Anderson (Suede/London Suede), and Thom Yorke (Radiohead)!
I love, love, love this song, "Stutter", but I never truly knew what it was about. Ha ha! When I looked it up on wikipedia, I was actually a bit surprised:
The lyrics are about "the occasional problem of drunken male impotence."
Now, it kind of makes me wonder which one of those lovely three Brit lads, that I mentioned above, this song might actually be about --- if any of them at all!
No need to whine, boy,
Like a wind-up toy you stutter at my feet,
And it's never the time, boy,
You've had too much wine to stumble up my street.
Well it isn't a problem,
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets,
Tell me you're mine, love,
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats.
Is there something you lack,
When I'm flat on my back,
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate,
Or it's something you hate,
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate,
And is she really great,
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
Don't feed me a line, boy,
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone,
And there's no need to be coy,
That is something you can do upon your own.
Well it isn't a problem, nothing we can't solve so just relax.
Am I on the wrong train, love,
And will I have to tie you to the tracks.
Is there something you lack,
When I'm flat on my back,
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate,
Or it's something you hate,
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate,
And is she really great,
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
I really want you to
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
I really want you to
Oh, oh oh , ouah oh ah
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