All them tremendous brunettes around
Slow down, don’t fuck with my high
I want to be left alone here with my monsters and
Say, now it’s time to ride
To see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them
Praise now the baby genius
She skips in the shade of the lonely sour apple tree
While she snaps on her gum
Her gleaming teeth bared and the shine that she shows to me
All of your ill-gotten gains
That you have whipped up to a rich, foamy lather, girl
Nameless gnaw of my pains
Like three hundred trumpets, and just one is out of tune
- "Tremendous Brunettes," Mike Doughty
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Date: 2005-05-19 11:38 pm (UTC)Tremendous Brunettes is a killer song, ain't it?
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Date: 2005-05-19 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 02:40 am (UTC)And those lyrics rule SO HARD. They SPEAK to me.
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Date: 2005-05-20 01:39 pm (UTC)I've seen Soul Coughing at least 5 times, and Doughty solo probably more. :)
They were wonderful live, and I was truly sad when they'd broken up. "True Dreams of Wichita," once their fan base had solidified and memorized every last nuance of each song. Talk about a hivemind mentality when SC would get to that break right in the middle of Wichita, and the whole audience would hold the moment, and then just start gettin' down and goin' nuts. Yeah. Good times.
Those lyrics speak to me, too. Sigh.
Do you have Haughty Melodic? I really recommend it.
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Date: 2005-05-20 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-20 04:35 am (UTC)And I was his official mailing list girl at a show in Brooklyn, and got an autographed copy of Rockity Roll.
Yes, go ahead — you can touch me.
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Date: 2005-05-20 09:02 pm (UTC)