Somewhere below the grand hotel There is a tunnel that leads down to hell Take the dumbwaiter, the laundry chute Then sneak through the hall past the boys shining boots Then left at the courtyard through the old garden Where all the bellhops smoke with the guards And then you run to the old lake house Down to the old lake house Run to the old lake house where it begins
Under the floorboards there's a deep well That leads to a spring that sprung up in hell That's where old devils danced and kissed And made their blood pacts in the ancient myths And running through forest they screamed in chorus While piercing fair maiden's chests with their horns And then they lay in the grass 'til the dawn came Sleeping away 'til the dawn came Lay in the grass where now stands the grand hotel
The Maître D' and a fancy chef Silver's real, the liquor's top shelf Play some tennis, swim in a pool Stroll the garden shady and cool You won't care that the devils Won't mind that the devils Won't know that the devils are near
Somewhere below the grand hotel There is a tunnel that leads straight to hell But no one comes up for the souls anymore They come for some comfort and for the dance floor And hiding sharp horns under fedoras Do not disturb signs instead of a chorus They toss and turn 'til the dawn comes On soft sheets 'til the dawn comes No one sleeps at the grand hotel
Room service, mini-bar Scented soaps, chauffeured cars Stay a day, stay a week Here's the tunnel, take a peek Just call up your friends at the front desk Any hour at the front desk Call up your friends at the grand hotel You'll always have friends at the grand hotel
I have been haunted recently by an alternate reality in which Judy Garland did not die at the age of forty-seven.
But rather, in 1998, at the age of seventy-five, starred opposite her longtime friend, Mickey Rooney, in the Broadway adaptation of The Wizard of Oz at The Theatre at Madison Square Garden in New York.
My wife and I are huge "Seattle Music" (better term than grudge) fans, and this was awful to hear. We both loved Soundgarden and I followed Cornell around these last years as his voice is just one of the best ever. (In fact, it was Pov who first clued me in to what Audioslave actually was).
Pearl Jam is my wife's favorite band so Temple of the Dog was always sacrosanct to her. We've been playing it non-stop since the news came in.
Another Seventies jewel from Brazil, by Catia de Franca. As with the great Marlui Miranda, I couldn't hope to afford it in a million years. All praise for the fans who upload this stuff for everyone's enjoyment.
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I know I'm making my biggest effort yet at keeping negativity in my posts at a minimum, but I can't hold back on this (though I'll keep it brief.)
"Green Light," Lorde's long, long, LONG-awaited official new single (not counting "Magnets," by Disclosure, on which she was technically a featured guest), is, IMHO, bloody awful. "Green Cheese," more like. Gives me flashbacks to the very worst of Alanis Morrissette.
And I really liked both "Magnets" and her moderate hit single "Team" a lot, so I had hopes...
Now I'll stop, so that you can all judge for yourselves:
Well, the video is sure cliched and cheesy. The song's all right, though. I'm pretty sure I'll have forgotten it completely by tomorrow.
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Cleome, the 2 things that really bother me about that recent Lorde song are:
- The way she caterwauls tunelessly and with seemingly no point other than to give the song a facade of "edginess" (hence the Alanis comparison)
- The way she appropriates elements of soul and gospel with the same cynical insincerity as, say, the very worse of 80s mainstream rock songs, i.e. "I Want to Know What Love Is" or "Roll With It."
I wouldn't call it tuneless, just kind of generic. There are styles in voices on the pop music charts, just like there are styles in hair, clothing, production, and so on. If my eyes were closed listening, I'd have a hard time distinguishing her from 10-12 other successful female pop stars of the hour.
Agreed about the appropriation thing. Of course, that's as old as the history of pop music, and most of us would have much smaller playlists if we eschewed everything with that same problem.
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I know I'm making my biggest effort yet at keeping negativity in my posts at a minimum, but I can't hold back on this (though I'll keep it brief.)
"Green Light," Lorde's long, long, LONG-awaited official new single (not counting "Magnets," by Disclosure, on which she was technically a featured guest), is, IMHO, bloody awful. "Green Cheese," more like. Gives me flashbacks to the very worst of Alanis Morrissette.
And I really liked both "Magnets" and her moderate hit single "Team" a lot, so I had hopes...
Originally Posted by cleome51
Well, the video is sure cliched and cheesy. The song's all right, though. I'm pretty sure I'll have forgotten it completely by tomorrow.
Man, none of Lorde's songs will ever measure up to this, her best ever.....
Watch guitarist Moreno almost run away with the show halfway through.
It's with real embarrassment that I note my last SBJ purchase is ten years old. Excuse me. I need to rectify this because who needs grocery money, anyway?
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Lardy, Cleome, to each their own. This is who I consider the most promising artist of this decade to date, a Welsh lass of mixed Greek/Welsh descent with three albums under her belt (and, FTR, Album 1 is very good retro-80s pop, Album 2 is a bit overambitious but I give her an "A" for effort, and Album 3 is a huge leap forward into the realms of Siouxsie Sioux and Kate Bush in their respective primes!)
The above wasn't actually a Lorde song but a faux-Lorde song that appeared on an episode of South Park! (Hence, the above) See, there was this story arc where Randy Marsh (Stan's dad) was secretly Lorde. So they created this "Lorde" song for him to perform. Though the vocals weren't actually done by Lorde, they got an actual pop star, Sia, to perform it. I find it surprisingly catchy!
A friend of mine told me a few weeks ago that South Park (which I have to admit I haven't watched for 10-15 years) has been back on top form in recent seasons. There's the proof, as well as the perfect incentive for me to finally start catching up. Thank you.
She has a nice voice, but the arrangements don't really do it for me.
Right now, I'm taking stock of several CDs I just loaded onto the computer and archived. Including Calexico's excellent live Scraping. I already regret adding it to the trade/donate box, but I've gotta'. There's no damn room around here. (So what else is new?)
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Me & my butterfingers.
I'm out for tonight. 
The above wasn't actually a Lorde song but a faux-Lorde song that appeared on an episode of South Park! (Hence, the 
