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Sorry for my long absence; stuff's been crazy, I'm crazy, so on and so forth.

I think we can all agree on one thing, though.

Check Martin's killer bassline in this track.

"Thank God It's Not Christmas"

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

"Christmas" wraps up side 1 of "Kimono My House"; flip that pretty bitch over and uncover this little gem about communicational errors:

"Hasta Mañana, Monsieur"

The lyrics are especially clever in this rollicking hit delivered by a doomed romantic, unable to speak with the object of his affection.

"You mentioned Kant and I was shocked, so shocked - where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues!"

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

However, Russell, being a bit of a francophile, is fluent in French:

As a further apology (with extended affections) for my absence, have this:

Spoiler for Sparks (Live in Concert, 1974):

07-18-2015, 09:20 PM	#39 (permalink)
ladyislingering Maelian Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: Seattle Posts: 695	Sorry for my long absence; stuff's been crazy, I'm crazy, so on and so forth. I think we can all agree on one thing, though. Check Martin's killer bassline in this track. "Thank God It's Not Christmas" Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: What do I hear, what do I hear? Chit-chat, and clinking glass Cheap talk, a lady's laugh After hours What do I see, what do I see? Some sunken hideaway Where people go to play After hour There I'll spend the night Meeting fancy thins At bistros and old haunts Trying very hard to sin Then it is day end in a way The pattern's much the same In-spots, a matinee Every day Blend with the crowd, blend with the loud Hypnotic ebb and flow Until the day goes slowly Into night See the same old crowd At bistros and old haunts 'Til the lights grow dim, The not-so-subtle hint to be gone Thank God it's not Christmas When there is only you And nothing else to do Thank God it's not Christmas Where there's just you to do The rest is closed to public view Caroling kids, caroling kids A trifle premature, in tones so rich and pure and crystaline Call for the day, the popular day It's fast approaching now But will the mood allow One dissent If this were the Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard Thank God it's not Christmas When there is only you And nothing else to do Thank God it's not Christmas Where there's just you to do The rest is closed to public view Popular days, the popular ways Are for the chosen few Not meant for me and you Obviously Popular nights, poplar rites Great things to say and do Aren't said or done by you Obviously If this were Seine We'd be very suave But it's just the rain Washing down the boulevard "Christmas" wraps up side 1 of "Kimono My House"; flip that pretty bitch over and uncover this little gem about communicational errors: "Hasta Mañana, Monsieur" The lyrics are especially clever in this rollicking hit delivered by a doomed romantic, unable to speak with the object of his affection. "You mentioned Kant and I was shocked, so shocked - where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues!" Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: I tried to tell you in the night That with a girl like you I could do without guided tours You tried to tell me in the day That your leading exports were textiles and iron ore Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Leaving my syntax back at school I was thrown for a loss over gender and simple rules You mentioned Kant and I was shocked You know, where I come from, none of the girls have such foul tongues Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur I'm gonna do it now C'est la vie, c'est la mort, say no more, no no more It's all the same , whether here or there or anywhere There's them who have, and there are the others who have not Kimono my house mon amour I am sure that this motion don't need no accompanying words Guess I was wrong because you've fled Leaving me with my Michelin Guide and half-empty foreign bed Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the only words that I knew for sure Hasta Manana Monsieur Were the three little words that I knew you'd adore However, Russell, being a bit of a francophile, is fluent in French: As a further apology (with extended affections) for my absence, have this: Spoiler for Sparks (Live in Concert, 1974): Part 1 (introduced by Keith Moon!) Part 2 __________________ You and I, We were born to die.