Song of Songs 2:1-7

he thinks he's in love
by eleni mandell
from thrill

when it rains I throw up my windows
on a cold, dark day I run in the street
I'm OK when the howling wind blows
yes, it's alright with me

when it's hot like the devil laughing "Ha!"
I will pull on my hat and coat and see
that I'm always happy keeping up
with the man just a step ahead of me

he thinks he's in love with this girl
but I know that he can't be in love with her
he's in love with me

when the time is right I will rip it up
when the time is right then it don't mean a thing
when the time is right I've already given up
when the time is alright with me

he thinks he's in love with this girl
but I know that he can't be in love with her
he's in love with me

when it rains and the howling wind blows
I go insane and I march in the street
hear the drums and the crashing cymbals
yes, it's alright with me

when it's hot, hot, hot, I will dance in the street
when it's hot I will sing, I will clap, I will stamp my feet
I know what tomorrow brings
the man's keeping up with me, yes, the man's keeping up with me

he thinks he's in love with this girl
but I know that he can't be in love with her
he thinks he's in love with this girl
but I know, yes, i know

taking you out
by eleni mandell
from thrill

I'm sharpening my teeth
someday I'll think we'll meet again
dark alley somewhere
nobody will hear, just you and me my dear
I'm taking you out

it used to be the case
I'd happily erase
the feeling I was robbed
the feeling I was raped
I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out

it's true you're looking good
a man inside a pair of shoes
silver, leather jacket, too
what about the way you dance, the way you move?!

I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out,
I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out, I'm taking you out,
I'm taking you out

it's true you're looking good
a man inside a pair of shoes
silver, leather jacket, too
what about the way you groove, you're so groovy

I'm teetering in heels
stiletto, babe, and pinking shears
razor sharp, we'll pierce your ears
nudie suit, you look so cute!
I'm taking you out

it's true you're looking smooth
a man inside a pair of shoes
silver, leather jacket, too
you own this town, don't you!

I'm taking you out.

sympathy for the devil
by the rolling stones
from beggars banquet

please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. oh yeah
ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out &Who killed the Kennedy's?& when after all
it was you and me
let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
and I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. oh yeah
but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. oh yeah
pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners are Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
so if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
use all your well learned politeness or I'll lay your soul to waste
pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

tiny dancer
by elton john
from madman across the water

blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
and now she's in mine, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

jesus freaks out in the street
handing tickets out for God
turning back she just laughs
the boulevard is not that bad

piano man he makes his stand
in the auditorium
looking on she sings the songs
the words she knows the tune she hums

but oh how it feels so real
lying here with no one near
only you and you can hear me
when I say softly slowly

hold me closer tiny dancer
count the headlights on the highway
lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

ego tripping at the gate of hell
by the flaming lips
from yoshimi battles the pink robots

i was waiting on a moment
but the moment never came
all the billion other moments
were just slipping all away
(i must have been tripping)
were just slipping all away
(just ego tripping)
i was wanting you to love me
but your love it never came
all the other love around me
was just waisting all away (i must have been tripping)
were just waisting all away (just ego tripping)
were just waisting all away (i must have been tripping)
i was waiting on a moment
but the moment never came (i must have been tripping)
but the moment never came (just ego tripping)
but the moment never came (just ego tripping)
but the moment never came (just ego tripping)
but the moment never came (i must have been tripping)
but the moment never came
the moment never came

cocaine diana
by kid loco/tim keegan
from kill your darlings

Mirror in my bedsit bathroom
pulling nails out of my head
Lucy's on my shoulder
talking like she owns the dead

so you wanna be my soldier
and to ride your own shooting star
I'll see you on your back in twelve boy
and I'll fly you where the moon is dark

in three you get your snow white sandbox
chariot and golden fleece
give 'em anything thatíll make 'em scream
to a funky pumping beat

in six you're up to sugar daddy
the mansion full of beautiful girls
in nine you're the new messiah
playing Messaline on fire

in twelve it's not a pretty sight
and she's nowhere to be seen
I could come around a full moon later
but I was never much of a waiter

so I'm off to dedicate my life
to the death of rock n’ roll

no-one gets their money back
and I’ll just keep my soul

no-one gets their money back
and I’ll just keep my soul

no-one gets their money back
and I’ll just keep my soul

no-one gets their money back
and I’ll just keep my soul

thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much
thank you very much

its a tough job librarianship but somebody has got to do it.

so put that in your boring palm and masterbate against it.

I saw Eleni Mandell @ the Derby playing music from her new album Country for True Lovers. Mike Stinson played as well. You have to love a man that can write songs like this one:

When My Angel Gets High

When my angel gets high
she drops rocks on me, she pours rain on me
When my angel gets high
she whips the bitter wind around me

She can make me want to die
She can hang me out to dry
And I know that it's my turn to cry
when my angel gets high

When my angel gets high
she rides wheels of fire, she thinks I'm a liar
When my angel gets high
she claps the rolling thunder at me

She can make me want to die
She can hang me out to dry
And I know that it's my turn to cry
when my angel gets high

When my angel gets high
she shakes the ground beneath me,
she blacks the sky above me
When my angel gets high
she sicks the rabid dogs on me
she whips the wind around me
she claps thunder at me
she rides wheels of fire
And I know that it's my turn to cry
when my angel gets high

As for Eleni she has dramatically gone country on Country for True Lovers and I was startled. I was expecting her Nick Cave / Tom Waits style with a bit of sexy girl Eleni Mandell seduction verse. So when she sung about her feelings it was a pleasant surprise. It got us in a down-to-earth, reflective, whiskey drinking mood. It got me romantic wishing for some true love in this city of crime and grime called Los Angeles. Her emotional intelligence is deep and I love her. Check the tone of the new album from this song:

Another Lonely Heart

Another walk alone down my one way street
Another day my phone doesn't ring
I was certain you were true when you kissed me in the dark
Now I'm just another lonely heart

Another night I cry and I worry to my friends
Another night I wish and I wonder where you've been
I was certain you were true when you held me in your arms
Now I'm just another lonely heart

Disappointment knows me well
I may try to run and hide but he'll find me sure as hell

Another movie show all alone in the dark
I'm just another lonely heart

Disappointment knows me well
I may try to run and hide but he'll find me sure as hell

I was certain you were true when our light shone like a star
Now I'm just another lonely heart
XXX

She did play Pauline off of the album Thrill for the encore... I was thrilled. I love this sultry naughty stuff! She does it so well! I hope she hasn't abandoned this part of herself.

Pauline

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Was a cold, blue sofa and an oriental rug
When your man got down
And your man told me
Let's go

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Smells like a magazine, tastes like a watermelon
Looks like, looks like, looks like
You've got a problem

It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was bored in spring, I was looking for a thrill
In your pale, summer dress and your catalogue skirt
I wore black, I wore heels, I wore an Oxblood t-shirt

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
The lamp looked down while the record player turned
I was sweet and pretty like a Chinese glamour girl

It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was bored in spring, I was looking for a thrill
In your pale, summer dress and your catalogue skirt
I wore black, I wore heels, I wore a tight, red t-shirt

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Was a cold, blue sofa and an Oriental rug
When your man got down and your man told me
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

The Shining Shining World
by Current 93

"Consider the lillies of the field"
Consider the carnage and massacre
Consider the love and embraces
Consider the hangingred skies
Consider the pain of your enemy
Consider the hatred of your friend
There, oh there, there is the land
All the musics shall combine
All the daughters are no longer brought low
They are araised
In brightfiregodgiven they rejoice
And those who deny this world
Is the soul of the unbroken one
Lie
This is indeed Paradise
(Come I shall show you where
The stars give birth and sleep)
And all around you is the warm bluegreen breath of heavens
Do not fear
Around you is the vast blueblack space of stars
Do not fear
This is the great ocean
On which the endless waves crash down
God is not dead
There is no death I say
(Come I shall show you where
Dreams go to when they die)
Hurry now; the sun is descending

Stoeln Kisses
by Psychic TV

Enter the tiny room, watched by scepters,
hope and happiness playing trumpets, dog swimming in heavy water
For the glory of gloom, dark songs on sunlight flower.
Enclosed in your skin.
All perfection spent in your arms.

Stolen kisses fa fa fa fa fa

In retrospect this beauty is, "What you see."
The second part, the move, "Is me."
Onwards and upwards,
the prize is the game to come.
And there's nothing to miss
in the laughter and tears of love.
There always are difficult mods,
yet sensual bonds of obsession.

Israel
by Siouxie anf the Banshees

Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singing...
Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth--turned bitter in its glass
Israel...in Israel
Israel...in Israel
Shattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings
Now hidden in disguise--cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive with a song from inside
Even though we're all alone
We are never on our own when we're singing
There's a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he's singing...
See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging--maddening
In Israel...will they sing Happy Noel
Israel...in Israel
Israel...in Israel
In Israel will they sing Happy Noel

From Matthew P. ( a friend of mine-- who invented this little song for those times he may get blue).

Today is my lucky day!
My lucky day!
My lucky day...
I know!

Today is my lucky day!
My lucky day!
My lucky day...
I know!

Babushka
by Kate Bush

She wanted to test her husband,
She knew exactly what to do,
A pseudonym to fool him,
She couldn't have made a worst move.
She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight,
Just like his wife.
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter:

All yours, Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
All yours, Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya

She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
Wanted to see if he,
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feelings they had met before,
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful,
He shouted out, I'm

All yours, Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
All yours, Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
All yours, Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
Babushka, Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
Babushka, Babushka-ya-ya
Babushka, Babushka, Babushka

by Elvis Costello

she wishes she had settled into beauty
instead of losing edge in the curves of comfort
the sharpness of her reflection is a vice
she has to look twice
fantasizing that she always carried it off
with grace and dignity
is there anything she hasn’t tried
to capture that moment of youth
there’s a glaring hesitancy in her eyes
as if she’s afraid the truth might set her free
is it all her imagination
turned around to reflect both sides
she wishes she had settled into beauty
he answered as if she had never spoken
releasing threads of carefully sewn affection
the triteness of his misgivings leaves her sighing
without spirit for spite or crying
she just takes it all as if she had grown up
with grace and dignity
you’d think that when she’s alone
she’d feel sorry for herself
but she doesn’t
everything’s let down, unsettled and crazy
and she sees it as just the present
the strength that purchased her pride
is revealed to her in quieter times
and every day brings her one more step
closer to the reality of imperfect
she could cry for want of innocence
if she hadn’t grown used to grace and dignity