| Warren Zevon – My Shit's Fucked Up Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I, too, believe this song may have been written before he knew he'd been dealt the Ace of Spades (not sure why, but I've been reading a lot about Mr. Zevon lately -- older info, not recent -- and that's my sense of things). Regardless, it was indeed a tactical error to avoid the doctor, but many folks in the prime of life do that. As for a doctor's visit changing his lifestyle, that's somewhat ironic, as his death was not related to his "life of wretched excess" (my words), and I believe an earlier visit to a doctor might not have done a whole lot of good in his case. As I recall, Warren's cancer was caused by exposure to airborne particles of asbestos insulation when, as a child, he would play in the attic above his folk's carpet store. It kind of goes underground, and then comes back to bite you later. An acquaintence of mine died a few years back from this really weird (and rare) form of Asbestosis of the stomache. As he was making his long journey to pass under "Sleep's Dark and Silent Gate" (Jackson's words, not mine), he was racking his brain trying to figure out how he contracted THAT. I mean, how does someone end up EATING asbestos? Then he remembered that, some 40 years earlier, the summer after he graduated high school, he'd had a job for 3 months, unloading train cars. What he was unloading was sheets of asbestos, 4' by 8' by 1/16", and the sheets would kind of stick together so you couldn't get a purchase on them. His solution was to lick his fingertips in between sheets (at the time, people didn't know the stuff could be deadly), and the rest, like he himself, is history. Side note: Asbestos isn't deadly unless it becomes airborne, as in tearing out old ceiling tiles, insulation, or floor tiles. Not sure how to identify, if in doubt, don't fool around - consult an expert. But I CAN tell you that if the home is older, and the floor tiles look like Linoleum or VCT but they are LESS THAN one foot square (typically 8 or 9 inches square), then they are ALMOST CERTAINLY made of/with asbestos. Especially if they're in the basement, over a concrete subfloor. Not to worry, though ... if no demolition is needed, simply cover them with another layer of flooring; something that doesn't require nailing (no hardwood), such as VCT (Vinyl Composite Tile, as seen in a school hallway near YOU), or sheet vinyl (as seen in your bathroom and kitchen, unless you have Ceramic tile liek me). I suggest a consultation with a Licensed (!) Contractor before proceeding - it should be free (mine are). Not that all that is really about the song (unless it is), but if it keeps someone else from pushing up the daisys prematurely, I'm glad. Rock on! |
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| Social Distortion – Backstreet Girl Lyrics | 17 years ago |
| I just checked the lyrics for the Golden Smog version, which I also have not heard, and they seem to match the Jagger lyrics pretty well. Have to dig out my old Vinyl to be sure... | |
| Social Distortion – Backstreet Girl Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Hello Poprocksncoke1212; In answer to your question "Is the original version of this song any good?", I would reply that I really think so. The lyrics above may match the version represented, which I haven't heard; but they are not, in fact, authentic to the way the song was written. Check another lyric site for the original Rolling Stones lyrcs. The first time I heard Backstreet Girl (many years ago), I had asked a local musician at a nearby pub to play some Stones, and he whipped this one out, solo acoustic. I was blown away (he REALLY did it justice); at that juncture, I had no idea the Stones did that sort of thing. You can find it on their album "Flowers". Also check out "I'm Just Sitting On A Fence". Love that one...so understated, in a Stonsey way of course. As for my take on this song, It's pretty clear that ol' Mick wanted to have his cake and eat it too... I suppose Bianca ("Miss You"? Oh really?), not to mention Jerry Hall (what sort of a boob would cheat on a super-model?) got fed up with that sort of behaviour. I once new a fellow, a real cad, who spoke of having a "main squeeze", as well as a few "auxilliary squeezes" on the side, un-beknownst to the main course, natch... needless to say, she got wind of his charlatanism and dropped him like the sack of poop he was (you see, he had led her to believe she was the only one, and she had believed the lying snake). But with this song, at least Mick is being up-front about his intentions, so if the girl is willing to play second- or third-fiddle, that's on her... |
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