Oh dear – I just found my Song Lyric Sunday post scheduled to be published on Monday – but here I am correcting my moment of bamboozlement!
Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: DEEP ALBUM CUTS
My Jim has given us a challenging theme today, well I think so anyway. I asked the internet to help me and I ended up with a list of songs I did not enjoy. So I thought about some of the albums I used to listen to over and over (which I just don’t do nowadays). Some of them contained tracks that were never released as singles, but still ended up being legendary amongst the album enthusiasts. I am guessing that is sort of what a “deep album cut” is?
In my teenage years, I spent most of my pocket money on music albums and tickets to see bands play at venues in Manchester – it was the Britpop era. I remember listening a lot to The Great Escape, an album released by one of the most popular bands of the nineties, Blur.
This song, “Mr Robinson’s Quango”, does get slightly weird. Listening to it now I have to say its not my cup of tea, but my friends and I loved this track when we heard it on their album and I remember Blur performing it live and those massive guitar riffs made it very popular.
Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango Dirty dealer, expensive car Runs the buses and the Evening Star He got a hairpiece, oh, he got herpes His private life is very discreet A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet Yeah, he's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring Oh, Mr Robinson and his quango Drinks with generals and county wives The family business is doing alright They're doing tangos down in the quangos Makes them tick, oh, he makes them tock And if you don't fit, he put you in the dock Just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum He ran into the toilets in the town hall He got his Biro out and he wrote on the wall "I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit I've got stockings and suspenders on, I'm feeling rather loose" Ooh, I'm the naughty boy Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy Said who? He's the self-professed saviour of the dim right wing He got respiratory problems and a Mason's ring Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty boy (naughty boy) Ooh, I'm the naughty, naughty boy (naughty boy) Written by: Damon Albarn, David Alexander Rowntree, Graham Leslie Coxon, and Alexander Steven James