Please note: MP3s are only kept online for a short time, and if this entry is from more than a couple of weeks ago, the music probably won't be available to download any more.
We have another contest today. See below.
Manfred Hübler & Siegfried Schwab - "The Lions and the Cucumber". So originally I was going to do a long post, adjectives and adverbs ad nauseam, all typically overzealous imagery. It was going to be about how these horns and jangles, sitar and electric guitar, grunts and gurgles and moans, are the soundtrack for some sleazoid leopardprint party, shag carpets and big lamps, retro girls swooning as they drop acid, become lesbians, suck their partners' blood. But then I paid better attention and remembered that this track actually is the soundtrack to a film about lesbian vampires, released in 1971, so I wasn't doing music criticism so much as reading the subtitles.
A famed b-movie, a famed soundtrack, and easily the least german german music I've ever heard.
A marvellous clockwork folk track by Shugo Tokumaru at No Frontin': he hears Sufjan Stevens and The Faces' "Ooh La La"; I hear friends runnin' in a flower garden.
Something Less Than Intended has droney, pinprick jazz by the Norwegian duo Opsvik & Jennings. And it's fantastic.
The new Cat Power record, The Greatest, was released on Tuesday. Jordan wrote about the title track (mp3), and I think I've mentioned my thoughts here and there as well. I'm an enormous fan of Chan Marshall, and this is an album of great dusky sweetness, all lush violins and horns.
How to win the CD?
This is the title of a song I just made up: "Bluebird Liquor and Black Crow Wine".
To enter the contest, you must write a rhyming couplet for that song I just made up. In other words: two lines of rhyming lyrics. Whoever writes my favourite couplet wins.
There are only two rules for the lyrics:
There is only one rule for entries:
Entries can be in any language, but I am most likely to like ones in English. Lines can be as long as you like, but I am most likely to like lines that aren't absurdly long. Don't bother sending me an entire song or verse or anythin'; I am judging individual couplets for the song "Blurbird Liquor and Black Crow Wine".
Posted by Sean at January 27, 2006 3:00 AM
The battle was lost on a liquor world tour
I prefered Bluebirds, and she prefered Crows,
Should the song title not be included? And how many shots does one get? =DPosted by Red Ruin at January 27, 2006 5:32 AM
For instance if one were to say:
We spent all summer in a run-down mine
is that cheating? And would one get another chance?Posted by Red Ruin at January 27, 2006 5:36 AM
I flew off, lifted by its vapours
You will note, Mr Ruin, that I did not put a limit on the number of entries one could make. (Although the more someone posts, the greater the chance that they are becoming annoying. And the more annoying, the less likely that they will win.)
You are welcome to put the title in the lyrics, should you so desire.Posted by Sean at January 27, 2006 6:14 AM
"CAW!" the old bird cried, as I crushed the grapes between my feet /
Heady perfumes permeate the love-drunk air;
Red beak told the dream and said,
Only two reasons birds drink booze
That hawk you caught, it ran off with our favorite turquoise cuff
Blood red earth and a blackbird sky
You looked like you been twisted for a day if not a week
This will take more than just one drink.
Right, and also my brother came up with this one, within two seconds after telling him what the contest was about, I hate him for that.
Drank, Drunk, Drink
'Yes, feathers everywhere: starts in the ears;
'He's wearing birds for beards and a glint in his eye; a dynamic twist on wanting to die...'
'Pulled herself out the floor, said "You all smell of brine - now lend me twelve farthings for bible-black wine..."'
i'll stop now...
sorryPosted by Loki at January 27, 2006 1:47 PM
there were birds in my mind there was nothing I said
thoughts...Posted by mar at January 27, 2006 2:49 PM
The gurglings of my old man's bluebird still,
You had no reason and you had no right
Drip drops the feathers and I’m caught in tumbles
my favorite pub, this winter night, him hunched over his wine.
I took a breath and said hello, the pleasure is all mine.Posted by lb at January 27, 2006 5:11 PM
and I play drinking games with every bird that sounds its cryPosted by kid quiet at January 27, 2006 5:30 PM
I dont think I can make such bird juice
Bird-drained juice works twice the quicker,
darn, I didn't see tragicweek's use of "bird juice" until after I submitted mine. let me amend my own:
Bird-drained whiskey works twice the quicker,
apolgiesPosted by simon at January 27, 2006 6:57 PM
Drunk on the poison that floats in the air
ain't got much to crow about
the raven, that villain, with mawkish propriety,
The bird died even so. The bird died even so.
The Riddler spoke of motion as intelligent fire-but no measure of mine
i was drinkin' all night almost got in a fight
A Cranberry Apple curved slightly at the tip
But the phyche of the Bluebird was external.
Hold me, shaken soul of mine.
Go right ahead but I don't think you're able,
I met a raven-haired girl with a crow on her sweater,
Inky frantic feathers in a window montage,
you can't farm sorrow, as dry as a bone
i flushed my tired tainted intelligent design
ventral foot-like systems girdled broken, ossified cheese, and I wasn't about to play college.Posted by gavin at January 28, 2006 3:12 PM
We shed our feathers in your cellar drowned in Black Crow County wine,
the bluebird liquor went down the fastest,
Rhyming couplets fucking suck,
Driftwood rickshaw rubs over frozenmud,
I promise to be here tomorrow to see off the black crow that keeps you awake,
Cardinal Rum, Sparrow Beer, and Finch Tequila are all fine
drunk on the trees, whispering your name
in his drink induced stupour the bad haired barber
"Whilst the Bluebird drank her liquor, and the Black Crow drunk his wine / The Green Finch sipped from the absinthe bottle and lo' his eyes did shine"
Please don't think I'm an obsessed alcoholic ... :)Posted by Matt at January 29, 2006 3:35 PM
The drugged river follows you down through the hills
In far valley away stand the giants with liqueur
the blurbird liquor stole his mind;
The essence of aviarian delight
the smile sitting on my window sill
So many entries! Fantastic response. Good luck judging all of these.Posted by Sam at January 29, 2006 6:20 PM
never was green-faced sicker with blackout blinds
under the influenza too thrushed to walk or to drive
Tom Tit said I better leave it alone
I can wish and can beg and can fight for that moment to stay,
but the bird is out of the bottle and she's flown away,Posted by chaz at January 29, 2006 9:37 PM
so who's up for compiling all of these into one long boozy song?
You got your tastes and I got mine
Your favorite song, forgot. That daydream god is raw...
I went pirate for to stay
Under the apple, a bird on its back,
we slapped and wrestled all night
??????????????? ????? ??????????
that bottle at your feet
sorry, short and simple, but I couldn't help but post again... :(Posted by gheejh at January 30, 2006 3:42 PM
when there's something interceptin' on the telephone line
Down in the holler where my sweetheart bides
THAT's ^ the couplet for the contest. The song goes on:
She says we can't marry and no I can't kiss her
Posted by michael o. at January 30, 2006 6:13 PM
my dream, my liquor,thank you blurbird
black crow wine, it comes from the hills
thanks for the contest.Posted by Ian at January 30, 2006 7:46 PM
When we took to the sky we gave up the pleasure of ground/
The bird whispered I know what your thinkin',
Blurbird liqour and Black Crown Wine,
Always drives me out of my mind, that
Sorry got carried away.Posted by Chris at January 31, 2006 3:19 AM
Drink of the bluebird til morning comes,
Biotech chef's beverage menu free prize
Go, drink the potion, sip the flame,
I was so sick I drank the wine,
She was looking fine after Black Crow Wine,
For the verse:
For the chorus:
Thanks!Posted by Yoshi at February 1, 2006 3:47 AM
Raven haired and fair, sipping cabernet,
ashplant lover on the deepening night,
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