Lyric game

[giggirl]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

[bigbadwolf]

Very much.

[Moos]

I feel somewhat unworthy, since I've only got a couple of these and then only after someone else! But it's a great game, and we can't let it die (sob)! So here goes:

Get me on the boil and reduce me

To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss

To the back of my neck

Carve up my heart on a very low flame

Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain

[giggirl]

Hello Moos. Welcome. Give a girl a clue?

Px

[Moos]

Red hair.

[giggirl]

OMG please say it's not the dreadlocked Mancunian guy?

[pearl1]

Tori Amos?

[Moos]

Gigi, I flounce at the very thought.

Ronniemamma, no it's not Tori. Closer to home.

[giggirl]

Sorry for the offence. It was uncalled for. I retract. Cathy Denis? Kirsty McColl, Joss Stone with a bottle of hair dye?

Px

[Moos]

Ummmm... should you be allowed to guess them all at once?

OK, yes it's one of those. It's a sad, life-has-passed-me-by, why-do-I-always-choose-the-wrong-men song.

[giggirl]

OMG Moos give me a break - I've got the T-shirt. If I actually listened to those songs I would need to open a vein. I'm withdrawing now to self-harm.

[Moos]

That was meant to be a clue to the songwriter - I like the way she can address these topics with humour. Here are the next few lines, which with my smutty sense of humour I always chuckle at

Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies

Pierce my skin with a few well chosen words

Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy

And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do

... and here's a large single malt, now pull yourself together, woman.

[giggirl]

I'm weeping. Tears on the keyboard. Are you happy now? Pour me another.

[Moos]

Yeah, sod it. They're all bastards.

*hic*

*erratic splosh*

[giggirl]

OK if we're going with *men are bastards* (and they are) then it's Kirsty McColl. Very funny lady, wrote some great songs, lovely hair, came to a premature bad end. Unfortunately, I never liked her voice so I don't have anything on my ipod I guess with. I'm out.

[Moos]

Yes, it's Kirsty! As you say, not very good singing voice - but I chose her cos I like the lyrics.

Still, if there are no fans on the Forum, should I withdraw my entry and hand over to someone else?

[HonaloochieB]

Not in the least Moos, Kirsty had the good sense to sing on the finest Christmas record ever made, I refer of course to Fairy Tale Of New York. A shrewd move on her part, because if you think her's isn't a great singing voice then who better to duet with than Shane MacGowan?

Altough that said I like Kirsty's voice, and for that matter Shane's. Let's call them vocalists. Good enough for me.

And Giggi it's your turn now.

Although I've just realised that Atila's one remains unanswered, perhaps it might be good form to ask him to reveal it to us as we admit defeat.

AR we've cudgeled our brains, Googled like the low cheating bastards we are (well I did and I've not done it before and nor will I ever do it again) so please put us out of our mystery and give us the song.

Thanks

[Moos]

Was that for me? Am I supposed to tell you my song?

[giggirl]

I think I caused confusion when I hijacked the thread on Saturday morning - now it's chaos. I'm contrite of course, but what to do?

Atila is ignored and Moos is perplexed. A stewards' enquiry is called for *

* Hoochie, as in "Feck the stewards, a trip to Lourdes wouldn't give the fekkers the power of sight". Sorry - I couldn't help myself there.

[Moos]

*haughtily*

Amateurs.

*sweeps round on red heel, and stalks off, silk coat billowing around well-turned ankles*

[giggirl]

Moos I'm terribly impressed. If you're going to flounce properly then there's nothing like a red heel. They're the best.

[Moos]

*pops head back round door to say*

aw, fanks

[giggirl]

The Lyric thread is in tatters and it's all my fault. But Moos, this one is for you and me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjvaqVAFuLI

[Moos]

Hee hee!

You've even got the right album!

"Then I met an Englishman - ohhhhhhhhhhh, he said.

Won't you walk up and down my spine

It makes me feel strangely alive

I said - in these shoes?

I doubt you'd survive...."

Have quite often made a tit of myself singing it to myself when plugged into the iPod.

[Atila Reincarnate]

The answer that nobody got right from my last posting is Back Street by Edwin Starr