Spoonman Returns from the Cold Light of Heaven with a New Book of Self-help Advice

I saved you
I saved you
I saved you once with my bloody hands

Together
Together
Togther with my plan – you will succeed

Skeletons
Skeletons
Skeletons of your friends in the brown-red dirt

I saved you
I saved you
I saved you in the mid-90s with my bloody hands

Watch my hands
Watch my hands
Watch my hands beat the rhythm of my plans

Steal my plan
Steal my plan
Steal my plan only after you buy my book

It saved you
It saved you
It saved you from your dirty, bloody hands

Not a fork
Not a knife
But the utensil scripture of the spoonman’s plan

So come on
So come on
So come on show us all your bloody hands

Here’s the plan
Here’s the plan
Here’s the plan: raise up and lick clean those bloody, beating hands

Spoonman Returns from the Cold Light of Heaven with a New Book of Self-help Advice

Listen of the Week: Kristin Kontrol

Kristin Kontrol, X-Communicate

The title track brings out most clearly the krautrock influence that Gundred flirts with throughout the album, with the guitar only ever being used for colour and punctuation. In fact, if there’s one key thread linking these songs together – other than the consistently strident vocals, easily her most confident to date – it’s the percussion, the thumping electronic beats that dictate the pace throughout.

http://www.loudandquiet.com/2016/05/kristin-kontrol-x-communicate-album-review/

 

Listen of the Week: Kristin Kontrol

Friday Lyrics Mash: Hotline 867-5309

Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You used to call me on my cell phone
867-5309
Ever since I left the city
That can only mean one thing
Call me on my cell phone
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309

That can only mean one thing
Call me on my cell phone
867-5309
You give me somethin’ I can hold on to
Going places where you don’t belong
Call me on my cell phone
867-5309
That can only mean one thing
Why you always touching road
‘Cause ever since I left the city
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Hey!

Right now, you’re someone else
Jenny, I got your number
867-5309
You was in a zone, yeah
You started wearing less and goin’ out more
You, you got exactly what you asked for
(5309) 867-5309
Jenny, I got your number
And I know when that hotline bling
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
Late night when you need my love
867-5309
Oh, you don’t know me, but you make me so happy

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Jenny, Jenny, you’re the girl for me
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
For the price of a dime I can always turn to you
867-5309
I tried to call you before, but I lost my nerve
867-5309
You used to call me on my cell phone
(5309) 867-5309
I know when that hotline bling

Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
Hangin’ with some girls I’ve never seen before
Late night when you need my love
I need to make you mine
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
867-5309
Jenny, don’t change your number
You should just be yourself
I tried my imagination, but I was disturbed
These days, all I do is –

You used to call me on my cell phone
867-5309
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Ever since I left the city
I got it, (I got it), I got it
That can only mean one thing
And I know when that hotline bling
(5309) 867-5309
Jenny, don’t change your number
Ever since I left the city, you, you, you
I need to make you mine
Ever since I left the city…

Late night when you need my love
Late night when you need my love
For a good time, for a good time call
Late night when you need my love
You and me we just don’t get along
You don’t need nobody else, no
You don’t need no one else
I need to make you mine
Jenny, I call your number
You used to call me on my cell phone
Call me on my cell phone
I got your number on the wall
Hey, Jenny, don’t change your number

Friday Lyrics Mash: Hotline 867-5309

What Belongs to Us

                                 While waiting
                                 for a creaking
                                 elevator to arrive,
                                 two women discuss
                                 a lost earring.
                                 Their feet tap.
                                 Their eyes shift.
                                 Their voices ache.
               Their elev                                          ator opens.
                                 Their concerns linger.

What Belongs to Us

Listen of the Week: Kate Jackson

British Road Movies, by Kate Jackson

It’s an album that sums up the mantra ‘good things come to those who wait’. There’s not a bad track on British Road Movies, and those who have been pining for years to hear Jackson’s voice again will be more than satisfied. It may not be the return of the Long Blondes, but this could evolve into something even better.

http://www.musicomh.com/reviews/albums/http%3A%2F%2Fwww.musicomh.com%2Freviews%2Falbums%2Fkate-jackson-british-road-movies#4Yy50etWPAx2AU3d.99

Listen of the Week: Kate Jackson