almost a meme - two songs ten years time ago

[wytchcroft]

i meant to include these for space week but if space is my friend then time is my nemesis!

anyhow - here are the lyrics for two songs written exactly ten years apart... 

the first song became something of a mill-stone even after i gave it away...
which is probably why it took 10 years to do a sequel!

this aint poetry - in fact they aint much of anything, they're not even representative of my songwriting (coughs self-consciouslly) but i do enjoy listing things... so these are almost memes...  

strange but true, but this at least gives me an excuse for the gross self-indulgence of the post...

oh, right, the excuse - well, i love glam-rock, space and all things interstellar soul (as Bolan once sang), so these songs list some of those elements - and in  turn bring to mind all the casual elements of Glam-life and memory...

glitter eyed my sister scowls over the top of a mirrorbelle magazine, waiting impatiently as the tv makes its way through a schedule that includes Invisible Men and colourful (potato eating) robots, Top of the Pops, The David Essex Show or some other variant



and then suddenly she makes her move, leaping all lithe and all over the place as she dances with me in a matching waist coat in front of the telly and takes my picture coz i'm small and crazy bopping with my toy guitar and dressed in a pair of plastic flares, dancing to sparks and suzi quatro and - and -
and childhood's always sunny right?



i remember the stale beer, cigs and dart-board smell of the social club that she'd sneak me into  - and everyone dancing with difficulty in  the kind of 70s shoes sent to cripple the ankles of a generation... and my first 45rpm Single, held hot in my childish and chubby fingers John I'm Only Dancng by David Bowie singing space space space and in the clammy break between the DJ's records i was sat in the corner with my cherry aid and a clutch of comics, yeah sci-fi weeklies with the kind of flying saucer dino-alien illustrations made to reel my mind, yeah, space space space...

so maybe you would care to share a memory or two of your personal musical yesteryear... and the odd things that bring it back... i've listed some of mine, what are yours  i wonder, from where and from when?
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EVERYTHING MUST BE SPACE:

In this day and age
everything must be space
In this day and age
everything must be space

SPACE

In this day and age
everything must be space
In this day and age
everything must be space

SPACE

it's a new age
it's a teen age
it's a space age

SPACE

glow home - bubble gum - x.ray specs
baby pluggin' in to my neural net
i aint ready to make my move yet
but

everything

must

be

space.

nv 99

 

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GLAM ON:

gimme that old glam
space trash
ziggy with a face flash
checking out the artefacts
rock n roll zone

star ship x9
get me to it on time
dig that velvet goldmine
rock n roll show

and it's all - oh yes it's all

just a deep fix guitar picks
jesus kicks some cool tricks
scrolling down the net-flix
for something that shines

and it's all - yes it's all

tell me where it hurts kid
empty as an old crib
throwing baby with the bath water
every time

takes you to the same place
looking for a lost trace
rock n roll action
in the base of your spine

and it's all - yes it's all
and it's all - yes it's all
and it's all - yes it's all

just rock n roll show

rock n roll show
rock n roll show

i'm a howling wolf go
oooh hoo!
 


nv 09

Comments

[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

:)

some yesterdays perhaps?...

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

perhaps this?
http://wanderer-records.com/images/w08298.jpg

or..
http://wanderer-records.com/images/w08295.jpg

http://englishrussia.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/jet_train.jpg

http://www.mayoph.com/images3/05a061.jpg

http://www.theblogofrecord.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/dior-models-in-moscow-1970s.jpg

:))

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

great s-o-c:

"i remember the stale beer, cigs and dart-board smell of the social club that she'd sneak me into - and everyone dancing with difficulty in the kind of 70s shoes sent to cripple the ankles of a generation... and my first 45rpm Single, held hot in my childish and chubby fingers John I'm Only Dancng by David Bowie singing space space space and in the clammy break between the DJ's records i was sat in the corner with my cherry aid and a clutch of comics, yeah sci-fi weeklies with the kind of flying saucer dino-alien illustrations made to reel my mind, yeah, space space space..."

and bowie's definately THE Man. :)))

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

hey thanks:))
i wasn't really expecting any comments on this entry but it's great coz now i get to ask...

What would be a quick list of those things that recall the social side of your own childhood???

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

interesting question. will try to have it for you by tomorrow. ;)

btw, thanks so much for the raymond chandler recommendation (the long goodbye)! i savored every word, and see why you called it your favorite prose poem. superb. which next? the big sleep? :)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

:))) i'm so glad you liked it!:)

well, chandler's other books although very fine are not really in the same inspired league as 'Long Goodbye'... but as they ARE enjoyable i would say try 'Farewell My Lovely' next.

I do also very much like Hammett's underrated The Dain Curse and the novels of Jim Thompson. (e.g. The Killer Inside Me).

But - and i think it might just be me - the nearest to the 'poetry' of Long Goodbye that i've found in other writers of (roughly) that period is probably Nathaniel West's Day of the Locust and Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night.

Gosh i sold like a teacher! oops! i get carried away.

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

thank you!!! amazon.com here i come! :)

oh and just quickly i'll add

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

i like these as a nice example of modern noir sci-fi that is also very different in tone and style to either William Gibson or Phil Dick;
M.John Harrison:
Light
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_(novel)
and the sequel
Nova Swing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nova_Swing

[betsycontent.livejournal.com]

posted the reply in my journal. :)

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

in two weeks htis film comes to my local cinema - and it looks GREAT:))
http://www.scifimoviepage.com/moon.html
the director is David Bowie's son!!:)))

[aliasse.livejournal.com]

Can I join in? I don't know if it counts as social, but I do remember the church hall, that we used to adjourn to after Mass, vividly: the loos weren't functional any more, and they were full of the most massive spiders. There was a glass-fronted case with those little statues of the Virgin and the saints. And there was a tea urn, of course. And orange and brown curtains - of course. Nylon too. And if it was a genuinely social occasion, my mum would probably be wearing a floor-length halter neck dress and strappy high heels. Fox! This was very firmly the era of the 'dinner-dance'. One of my colleagues at work likes to reminisce about how she went to those; once won a waltzing competition dancing with her dentist; yes, his wife was there, and she was 'very jealous'. I'm rambling now. An abrupt stop is the only solution.

oh yes,,,

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

*shudder* orange and brown loomed large in all our childhoods... erk! i'm not surprised the 80s were so horribly gaudy in comparison.

interesting what you say about the dinner dance and the waltz, these sorts of events have died out in the UK for sure - but not elsewhere...

and thanks for dropping by!!:)))