Song for a Saturday: Darn That Dream

A little melancholy for a sunny day (well, it’s sunny here). What’s better than Sarah Vaughn singing with Count Basie and his Orchestra? Not much.

Song for a Saturday: The Cruel Mother

A lovely murder ballad of the days before reliable contraception and health care. Seems they may be returning, which is good for the murder ballad industry I suppose, but not for anyone else. Lovely animation to accompany Fiona Hunter’s singing.

Song for a Saturday: Back of My Hand

Swore I used this before. Maybe not. A bittersweet twist of the knife in every spin. Enjoy Record Store Day.

Song for a Saturday: Do Anything You Wanna Do – Eddie & the Hot Rods

This song has been stuck in my head for days. Guess it’s time to write a story…

Song for a Saturday: Spirit in the Night – Bruce Springsteen

Back in the day Springsteen was trying real hard to do his Dylan thing but — just like Dylan with his Guthrie thing — where he got it wrong was where his own voice lay. It came through a lot despite the self-conscious imitation. How else do you learn?

The song that made me a fan forever was ‘Rosalita’ but going back I listened more closely to the first album and decided I loved those songs too. Hipster Bruce I think now, but it’s good stuff. Lines from this have been stuck in my head for days so this may exorcise them. Or else they just need to keep echoing until they find what they’re leading me to — or I do.

Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin’ hands
`long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night
Well Billy slammed on his coaster brakes and said anybody wanna go on up to Greasy Lake
It’s about a mile down on the dark side of route eighty-eight
I got a bottle of rose so let’s try it
We’ll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe and I’ll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They’re built like light
and they dance like spirits in the night (all night) in the night (all night)
Oh, you don’t know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Stand right up now and let it shoot through you

Well now Wild young Billy was a crazy cat and he shook some dust out of his coonskin cap.
He said, “Trust some of this it’ll show you where you’re at, or at least it’ll help you really feel it”
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey’s fingers were in the cake
I think I really dug her `cause I was too loose to fake
I said, “I’m hurt.” She said, “Honey let me heal it”.
And we danced all night to a soul fairy band
and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can
She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night (all night)
In the night (all night). Janey don’t know what she do to you
Like a spirit in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Stand right up and let her shoot through me.

Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy
dancin’ in the moonlight
They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt
Me and Crazy Janey was makin’ love in the dirt singin’ our birthday songs
Janey said it was time to go
So we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right
Together we moved like spirits in the night, all night
Baby don’t know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night, all night
Stand right up and let it shoot right through you

Song for a Saturday: Hank Williams – I’ll Never Get Out of this World Alive

H/t Anne Billson

Song for a Saturday: Nekje v Sloveniji – Res Nullius

Somewhere in Slovenia: yes, another song that inspired a story even if I don’t know the lyrics.

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