Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
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Apr 23, 2010

Music Video Fridays: Segue Edition

I was listening to the radio yesterday, yeah radio still exists. And a song came on by The Jesus and Mary Chain, a Scottish alt-band out of Glasgow, that I hadn't heard in freakin' forever! Brought me right back to that time and place and made me happy (happier?) for a few moments.

Here's Head On by The Jesus and Mary Chain:




Head On
by the Jesus and Mary Chain

As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric charge from you
That second hand living it just won't do

And the way I feel tonight
I could die and I wouldn't mind
And there's something going on inside
Makes you want to feel makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I can't stand up I can't cool down
I can't get my head off the ground

As soon as I get my head round you
I come around catching sparks off you
And all I ever got from you
Was all I ever took from you

And the world could die in pain
And I wouldn't feel no shame
And there's nothing holding me to blame
Makes you want to feel makes you want to try
Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky
I'm taking myself to the dirty part of town
Where all my troubles can't be found


That led me to think of The Pixies' cover of that same song. And incredible version, actually. Dig it:


Then that led me to think about covers of songs by the Pixies. There aren't many. Unless you consider Smells Like Teen Spirit to be a Pixies tune. Hehe. But David Bowie, THE David Bowie, covered their song Cactus a few years ago. Here's a live version of that to wind things up here.  Notice


Cactus
written by The Pixies

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?
I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me
I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you dine
P I X I E S
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore
Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me
Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

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