November 02, 2006

There's Some Songs In My Head

Tuesday, 8 Betteroff 2006

Whaddya want? I used to be a deejay, so for a while I was able to get paid for doing something I enjoy. For some strange reason, a lot of the lyrics got stuck in my melon. And every once in a while they roll around to the frontal lobes again, and then you are subjected to another one of these posts.

In the before time, I used to hear a couple of songs from some Toronto punk (from Hungary no less!) on the radio. One of them called to me when I was living on the street that never ends and became a fave at the Funny Farm.

Then I found a copy of the album that the tune was on in the delete bin of the local record store. The second side of the album was so badly hosed that I never have been able to play it; so all I could hear was the five songs on the first side. They were all (IMHO) very catchy pop tunes with somewhat insightful lyrics. Sure, they're not all that intricate, and the choruses are somewhat repetitive. But the sounds behind the words were pretty funky to my ears, and others in my crowd liked them, too.

I have already featured one of these tunes in an earlier edition of a Guess Ten post, and then transcribed the lyrics in this post. Here I would like to present, for your infotainment, the lyrics to the other four*:

Metropolitan Life

Give me half a minute and I'll tell you what I'm thinking
I get so excited when you're waving that knife
It's driving me crazy but I know I can't blame you
For this urban madness - metropolitan life

Everybody seems to be in some kind of fever
Cruising up and down the same old strip and getting high
Left wing politicians loose women and musicians
Trying to make a living off a regular guy

[chorus]
Metro metropolitan life
You can survive, but it all depends
Metro metropolitan life
You're on a street that never ends

Metro metropolitan life
Metro metropolitan life
Metro metropolitan
Metro metropolitan
Metro metropolitan life
[end chorus]

Third world people well they got their situation
Living in the desert where there ain't no trees
Well look around downtown everywhere is concrete
People getting down on their knees

Well I don't want to talk about it cause it don't make no sense
I'm living in the city and I'm crying in the night
Television saturation sanitation for the nation
Sweeping off the sidewalk after every fight

[chorus x 3]

Consumer

Discount prices, people scrambling
Shopper's mall will mesmerize
Pretty sales girls bear each other
Their eyes are there to hypnotize

[chorus a]
Double up your daily intake
Price wars on, the costs are rising
The more you eat, the more you want
Just look at the advertising

[chorus b]
It's ten to nine, you better get in line, consumer
It's ten to nine, you better be on time, consumer
It's ten to nine, you better get in line, consumer
It's ten to nine, you better be on time, consumer
[end chrorus]

TV ads and high priced fads
The merchandise is so seductive
The media controls the masses
Making sure that you're productive

[chorus a]
[repeat chorus b to fade out]

Nyet Nyet Soviet (Soviet Jewry)

[chorus]
Nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet jewry
I said nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet jewry
Nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet jewry
I said nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet jewry
[end chrous]

I say no no no no no no no no no - they shouted "Yes!"
And snapped the Soviet jewelry around my wrists

I want to go go go go go go go go go - buy they say "Stay!"
The KGB is coming to put me away

[chorus - plus:]
[singing, with russian accent, layered over chorus]
Nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet nyet nyet nyet nyet
Nyet nyet Soviet, Soviet nyet nyet nyet nyet

I'm just a little dec-a-dec-a-dec-a-dent
I smoke my tea in the bed
They call me a dissident
When you're better dead than red

I said no no no no no no no no no - they shouted "Yes!"
And snapped the Soviet jewelry around my wrists

[chorus fades]

Moscow Drug Club

Underneath the grey streets
Where the grey people walk
There's a small secret night club
Were subversives sit and talk

Listening to illegal jazz
Ten years behind the western fads (groovy, daddy-o!)
Smoking Georgian Gold
They refuse to do what they are told (Nyet!)

[chorus]
Moscow drug club
Secret rendezvous
Moscow drug club
Where the reds play the blues
[end chorus]

You don't hear balalaikas
Cause they're playing saxophones
They ignore the party line
And disconnect the telephones

They do the shimmy and the shake
They take little red pills to stay awake
And at the Kremlin's gates
Being a beatnik Russkie's risky nowadays

[chorus]

Moscow drug club
The five year plan is just a joke
Moscow drug club
Comrade, come on in -
and have a toke!

From the self-titled album by BB Gabor
* - please bear in mind that these have all been transcribed by Your Humble Narrator due to an inability to find the lyrics anywhere on the internets. Maybe I'm just hooked up to the wrong tubes... or maybe this is yet another Funny Farm exclusive, and a source of inspiration for the future! Posted by (: Tom :) at November 2, 2006 07:01 PM