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Showing posts with label LyricTale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LyricTale. Show all posts

12 May 2016

LyricTale: Praise You

In January, 1999, probably just after tiffin, ‘Fatboy Slim’ released a single from the rather excellent album ‘Come a Long Way, Baby’.
The single was ‘Praise You’.

(Big beat vinyl heaven… Mmmmm… <Drools>)

I love this song.
When it came out, the fuss as I remember it, was all about the video as it had some excellent dancing in it. And it only cost $800 to make (yes really), Which considering the awards it won, shows how smegging excellent itwasis (this is where 'itwasis' as a phrase was coined <Puts up a plaque> mark it well).
It features the fictional dance group 'The Torrance Community Dance Group', and well the results, are brilliant. I've been busting those on the dance floor for years in my mind.
But the song is brilliant too.

Lyrically, for me, this song has always been for Mrs. Amazing.
To me the songs tells of someone thinking about their relationship and how much it means. We, as the listener, have walked in on them butt-naked just at the moment when it dawns on them, they probably take their partner for granted. They don't celebrate and praise them enough.
Which does sounds pretty negative put that way, but for me the song is about realising the mistake and aiming to change it. So in fact a very positive song. Celebrating love and appreciation of that love. +ve. It says to me: Show Mrs. Amazing how happy she makes you by madly dancing, and don't take her for granted.
She'd rather go to the pub library.

But that’s changed.
I was out cycling with mini-Mrs. Amazing, Miss5, t'other day.
She had worked hard at cycling. She had complained her arms and then legs were tired at various points during the journey, but she had worked hard and I was proud of her.
Obviously I wanted to PRAISE HER (#ThePlotThickens) but as I went to.
I stumbled over my words.

I stumbled because what I was going to say was wrongo.
And I knew it. I was going to tell her she looked beautiful. WTAF?
The thought just flew into my head, I am very glad I caught it, and stomped it, before it came out. She did look beautiful. She looks like a mini-Mrs. Amazing. She's always going look beautiful to me.
But Miss5 had worked hard pedalling on her bike. What the hell does her looking utterly cute, and scrumptious, have anything to do with it?
Had it been Boy8 I would have said...
OMB! You are so slow, can you try cycling a bit faster next time... Shesh!
Nice cycling <High five>
Now watch a real man scoot off... <Scoots off>

But why?
Why did I want to tell her that she was beautiful?
What do I expect Miss5 to do with that information? Dad cares not how you cycle, but look pretty and you have his attention??
Urghghghgh!!! <Vomits on self> <Regrets it>

Brainzilla: 'You utter twonk'
<Nods> I just wasn't thinking...
Brainzilla: 'You know A LOT better than that'
<Hangs head in shame>
Brainzilla: 'And you look ridiculous scooting about at your age!'
<Stick fingers up behind back>
Brainzilla: 'I can see that you know'
<Does both hands>

My Miss5 plan.
Is to raise a brilliant (no pressure), funny (already there), friendly (meh, enough...), interesting (with spades) woman. Someone that I can sit in the pub with, and might lose at billiards too, every planetary alignment now and then.
I definitely don't want Miss5 worry about her appearance. I want her to love her body, her look and herself. Like she should. And better than I have.
As Dad my influence in this area is probably bigger than I expect. I am her male role model. Ek.  I have an awesome responsibility, and with great responsibility comes spider webs a daughter. I need to make sure Miss5 knows I love her for being her.
Not how she looks.
So when lying cheating swines men do enter her life, Miss5 expects the same from them.
To be loved and praised for what she is.
Not how she looks.

Brainzilla: 'You! Idiot!'
Yes alright! I didn't say though, did I!
Brainzilla: 'Yeah. But you thought it?'
Fur-cough Yes… But I won’t again...

So ‘Praise You’ is now for Miss5.
And yes Miss5 it has been a long journey together so far, and not always easy you terror.
But it's been bloody awesome too and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. You are the second most amazing person I have ever met. I just need to remember to praise you… praise you like I shouldddddddddddd-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...
<Leaps off madly>
<Hurts knee>


[Me and Miss5 out on bikes]
"We've come a long long way together,"
<Looks back> I can still see the car... <Rolls eyes>
I could probably still touch it to be honest

"Through the hard times and the good,"
Crying won't those pedals turn, now will it?
Miss5: <Innocently flutters eyelids> 'Can you push me?' <Is tiny>
<Is caught in mind controlling tractor beam eye fluttering he doesn't understand>
<... Tries to resist...>
<Ends up pushing>
Miss5: 'You know what Daddy?'
<Is pushing> Nope... What?
Miss5: 'Crying did make my pedals turn!'
<Instantly stops pushing>
Yeah... <Doesn't swear> Yes it did... HA... HA... haaarrrrrr... <Still doesn't swear>

"I have to celebrate you baby,"
Hooray! We've made it!
Miss5: 'Hooray' <Leaps about>
We made it all the way here, within THE DAY!
Miss5: <Still leaping about>
We were probably traveling at 1mpw, maybe 2mpw (miles per week)...
Miss5: <Still fisting pumping around in a circle>

"I have to praise you like I shoulddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd"
Excellent cycling Miss5! You are brilliant!
Look at those muscles getting stronger every day.
All your hard work paid off! Look how far we've come! <Gestures>
<Can still see the car, but it's a bit smaller at least>

[Mad dancing in video starts]

"We've come a long long way together,"
Miss5: 'Oh NO! I forgot my hat, it's all the way back at the car'
Not to worry, I'll get it… <Walks> <Is back in seconds>

"Through the hard times and the good,"
Miss5: 'My legs hurt!'
Uh-huh. Keep pedalling...
Miss5: 'My arms hurt!'
Uh-huh. Keep pedalling...
Miss5: 'My hat keeps falling off!'
<Gaffing tapes hat to head> Uh-huh. Keep pedalling...

"I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should"
Miss5: 'Up high!'
<Bends down to high five>
Miss5: 'To the side'!
<Knees hurt, side fives>
Miss5: 'DownLow' <No pause> 'You'reTooSlow'!
<Is utterly gutted> Har har har bugger...
"I have to praise you"
You look pretty today
You bloody nailed that!
"I have to praise you"
I like your dress
With that flowery dress on, you could hide in gardens and leap out at people and scare the crap out of them!!!
<Both run off to do that>
"I have to praise you"
Your hair is looking lovely
Is that brain leaking out of your ears? Common problem when you have a lot...
"I have to praise you like I should"
BOOM POW! You are amazing! BRILLIANT CYCLING!
<Throws giggling girl about in the air>

[Mad dancing continues, mean man turns off music mid-video]
[Boos] [Music goes back on] [Cheers]

"I have to praise you"
You rock! <Does secret handshake> <Hugs>

"We've come a long long way together,"
Miss5: 'I can't go any further.. no more'
Hmmm... <Hopes car is like Kit and has driven round to pick us up, as we have only travelling away from the car>

"Through the hard times and the good,"
Stop crying... We just have to cycle all the way back now. Crying doesn't help that!
<Wind blows and Miss5 doesn't move, despite pedalling hard>
Cycling into the wind won't help much either... <Fears for the worst> <Fears we won’t get home this year>

"I have to celebrate you baby,
"I have to praise you like I shoulddddddddddddddddddd-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d"
Come on. You can do it. You are tough RARRRRRRRR!!! GO GO!!!
Miss5: 'RARRRRRRRR' <Pedals off>

"I have to praise you"
Ah-hem. Ladies and Gentlemen. My amazing daughter... Miss5.
"I have to praise you"
A evil genius hell bend on world destructive and enslaving everyone to her wicked designs and schemes! RUN!
Already an amazing and interesting person.
"I have to praise you"
There will be pom-poms and glitter everywhere!!!
She has nothing but potential in her. She can do anything. I know it.
"I have to praise you like I should"
Everywhere!!! RUNNNNNNN!!! <Is attacked by pom-pom guards shooting glitter guns>
Miss5 I love everything you are, it’s brilliant <Motions at all of her>
"I have to praise you"
You rock <Hugs>
OWWWWW!!! <Rubs shin> What was that for?
Miss5: 'You told everyone my evil plan' <Is miffed>-
OWWWWW!!! <Rubs other shin> Stop that!-No one read this far, it’ll be alright…

[Crowd cheers]


7 February 2016

LyricTale: Black Star

Back in 1995, about march time. Radiohead released The Bends.
I was just the right age, had the right temperament, and outlook on life… to utterly fall in love with it (yes, thanks to you little bruv). It is still one of my favourite albums.

It is currently ranked as 111th in the “Rolling Stone's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time”. Which ain't that bad and shows it wasn't just me that liked it.
I appreciate that Radiohead isn't for everyone, but equally, neither are tights. But that doesn't mean I can’t like them…  no wait… hang on… that may not scan right...

(Actual amount of bends given may vary…)

If you do have a Radiohead allergy there is a simple cure (no pun) apparently. All you have to do is bang your head against a wall, as fast as you can, brick-ier the better. Works everytime.

Anyhoo.... 

On the Bends is a blinding song called Black Star.
It doesn't even have a wiki entry it’s so awesome. But lyrically I love it and wonder if Thom York (Radiohead singer) was talking about his wife and kids (which I don’t think he had at that point). 

To me I hear a tired Team Parents (yay!) doing their best with family life, trying not very hard to become alcoholics, loonies, or boring...

“I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown”

Ah yeah!<Does gonna get some dance>
Have you even moved today? <Gets killed>
Right... OK <Mentally adjusts and readies self for second shift of the day>

“Well what am I to do?”

<Holds Mrs. Amazing and looks her in the eyes>
I am here to help. I love you. They will leave home eventually
What do you want me to do first?
<Points at the children> ‘Remove them…’
On it <Has good idea> Cuppa?
‘As long as it doesn't hinder the children removal, yes please…’

“I know all the things around your head and what they do to you”

Miss5! Boy8! Stop buzzy around Mrs. Amazing’s head!
Can't you see she's about to explode!!!
<All step back>
Actually we better run… just in case…
<Bang>

“What are we coming to?”

What have you three been doing to your poor mother?
<Miss5 shrugs> <Boy8 shrugs>
<BabyBoy1 runs straight into a wall, and cries>
<Mrs. Amazing picks up BabyBoy1>‘... All. Smegging. Day’

“What are we gonna do?”

<Acts in charge> You two, get naked, then bath. You, go shower! Go! Chop chop!
<All three runoff in opposing directions and start putting on more clothes>
<Mrs. Amazing collapses in tears of laughter>
You’re not helping, you know...
‘Not trying to!’ <More tears>

“Blame it on the black star. Blame it on the falling sky”

[BOOM][BOOM][BOOM][BOOM]
What in the name of Geoffrey's Boycotts rhubarb is that running across the floor upstairs?
‘Ol' twinkle toes herself... Miss5’ <Is opening wine>
[BOOM][BOOM][BOOM][BOOM]

“Blame it on the satellite that beams me home”

My bike had a puncture...
'Oh no! How'd you get home them?'
Attached myself to an email.... <Skips off>

“The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you”

Tell me again, slowly... with actions... what Boy8 did?
Because your voice has gone up an octave that I cannot hear
<Mimes BabyBoy1 and Miss5 minding their own business, playing nicely>
<Mimes Boy8 entering, armed to teeth with Nerf guns and water balloons>
I see...

“I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you”

<Gets into bed after a long day> Night darling
Miss5: ‘Night Daddy’
What? What are you doing in here?
Boy8: ‘Night Dude’
And you! What are you doing in here?
<Gets attacked by BabyBoy1>
BabyBoy1: ‘DADDDDDADDDADDD’ (* ‘ Dad!’)
Is Mummy even in here? Where is she?

“What are we coming to? I just don't know anymore”

I love you and wish we could spend more time together
‘Huh? Sorry I drifted off, just so tired… What do you love?’
You
‘Zzz’

“Blame it on the black star. Blame it on the falling sky. Blame it on the satellite that beams me home”

Oooo it’s dark out...
‘Where's your scooter?’
<Whimpers a bit> I feel off and hurt my knee <Shows grazed knee>
Then some big kids laughed at me <Wipes snot from nose> So I threw it away
‘So how'd you get home?’
… Tweeted myself <Skips off>

“I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you”

‘How much did you drink after work?’
I havn’t been out for ages (hic) <Falls over> I think my low is thresh-thresh-old
‘How much did you drink?’
I only had a bag of crisps <Passes out>

“What am I coming to? I'm gonna melt down”

‘Why're you crying?’
It's this film, it's just so… so…  heart wrenchingly sad...
<Picks up box> UP!, stern stuff <Is ripping it>
But it's just so SAD! <Weeps>
What is wrong with me?

“Blame it on the black star. Blame it on the falling sky. Blame it on the satellite that beams me home”

‘Bike’s got a puncture, scooters abandoned, you must have walked home tonight!’
Nope... I got someone to fax me home <Skips off happy>
<Worries about increasingly mad husband>

“This is killing me”

So the deal is, for each annoying thing that happened in your day, you get a thimble of wine
<Grabs the bottle and starts chugging>
<Empties bottle>
‘Thimble too slow. Next bottle please’
<Passes bottle and starts opening next case>

“This is killing me”

Instead of going to bed at 10 pm. I suggest we go to bed at a time that allows us to catch up on the sleep we lost the night before
‘OK, sounds like a good idea, so what time do we go to bed tonight?’
<Calculates> Half past four...
Before the kids...
We'd miss Octonauts?