*New Music* My Version of Van Morrison’s “Foreign Window”

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This week, we’ve got some music from Van the Man! This is my version of “Foreign Window”:



Foreign Window

I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin’ road
You were carryin’ your burden
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord

I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom
And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin’ every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
In the palace of the Lord

And if you get it right this time
You don’t have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There’s no need to explain

I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin’ road
You were carryin’ your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the Kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the Lord

They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord

Written by Van Morrison

*New Music* My Version of Ultravox’s “Dancing with Tears in my Eyes”

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This week, we’re headed back to the 80s for my version of Ultravox’s “Dancing with Tears in my Eyes”:


Dancing with Tears in my Eyes

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died

It’s five and I’m driving home again
It’s hard to believe that it’s my last time.
The man on the wireless cries again
It’s ov-er, it’s over

It’s late and I’m with my love alone
We drink to forget the coming storm
We love to the sound of our favorite song
Over and over

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Living out a memory of a love that died

It’s time and we’re in each other’s arms
It’s time but I don’t think we really care

Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by
Dancing with tears in my eyes
Weeping for the memory of a life gone by

Dancing with tears in my eyes

Written by Ultravox

*New Music* My Version of The Cardigans’ “I Need Some Fine Wine…”

210. The Cardigans

This week’s new music is my version of The Cardigans’ “I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need to be Nicer”


I Need Some Fine Wine and You, You Need To Be Nicer

Well here’s a good man and a pretty young girl
Trying to play together somehow,
I’m wasting my life; you’re changing the world,
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It’s the good times that we share
And the bad times that we’ll have
It’s the good times and the bad times that we had

Well it’s been a long slow collision,
I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog,
Baby you’re foul in clear conditions
But you’re handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times
That we’ll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Till I go and kill the bottle,
I go off over any old thing,
Break your heart and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we shared and the bad times that we’ll have
To the good times and the bad time that we’ve had

Well it’s been a long slow collision,
I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog,
Baby you’re foul in clear conditions
But you’re handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times we know will come
Yeah, I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
You need to be nicer
You need

For the good times and the bad time that we had

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop,
Lapdog, bad dog
Sit

Written by The Cardigans

*New Music* My Version of Bob Dylan’s “Simple Twist of Fate”

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This week’s new music comes from Bob Dylan’s brilliant album, Blood on the Tracks. This is my version of “Simple Twist of Fate”:


Simple Twist of Fate

They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones
It was then he felt alone and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.

They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.

A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a-beat-up shade where he was waking up
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.

He woke up the room was bare
He didn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again how long must he wait
One more time for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin but I lost the ring
She was born in spring but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.

Written by Bob Dylan

*New Music* My Version of Belle & Sebastian’s “She’s Losing It”

208. She's Losing It

This week’s new music is a cover of a song by the brilliant Scottish group Belle & Sebastian. This is my version of “She’s Losing It”:


She’s Losing It

Lisa knows a girl who’s been abused
It changed her philosophy in ’82
She’s always looking for a fight
She keeps the neighbours up all night

I go to her when I’m feeling slack
The girl’s using me as a punching bag
I think that I could help her out
But the girl’s got a lot to be mad about

But in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she’s losing it, yeah she’s losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she’s losing it, yeah she’s losing
Yeah she’s losing it

Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking school
Chelsea didn’t feel like following the rules
So they left the place for another school
Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls

Chelsea was the one who’s been abused
It changed her philosophy in ’82
She says, “Inch for inch and pound for pound”
Who needs boys when there’s Lisa round?”

But in the first moment of her waking up
She knows she’s losing it, yeah she’s losing it
When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
She knows she’s losing it, yeah she’s losing it
She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff
She knows she’s losing it, oh yeah she’s losing it
When she doesn’t speak to anyone till four o’ clock
She knows she’s losing it, yeah she’s losing it
Oh yeah she’s losing it

Written by Stuart Murdoch

RTE Has Shamed This Country

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There are some – possibly many – people in this country who believe that our national broadcaster is a biased institution that too often toes the ruling political party line and ignores a lot of what should be reported. I can see why people would think this, although I have to say I would never have previously whole-heartedly agreed with it. I think there are many fine presenters and journalists who very often take the political and social elite to task.

Over the past few weeks, however, RTE has shamed this country.

On January 11th, 2014, Rory O’ Neill, who performs under the name “Panti Bliss”, appeared on The Saturday Night Show and told presenter, Brendan O’ Connor, that organisations such as the Iona Institute and individuals like John Waters were – in his opinion – homophobic because of their opposition to gay marriage and gay adoption. Solicitor’s letters immediately followed, as did an apology and the payment of a large sum of (taxpayer’s) money (85,000 Euro according to this article in the Irish Independent) to the aggrieved parties. As if this wasn’t bad enough, RTE then decided to have a “debate” on The Saturday Night Show last night – February 1st – as to when it was acceptable to use the word “homophobia”. Colm O’ Gorman and Senator Averil Power did their best to point out the ludicrousness of the notion, but they were fighting a losing battle.

If the issue weren’t so serious, the panel would have been worthy of a Monty Python sketch or an article in “The Onion” (One commentator even uttered the line, “Some of my best friends are gay.”) After the show, I took to Facebook and Twitter to apologise to any non-Irish residents who might have seen the show and to assure them that this is not what our country is about. I was not being hyperbolic or facetious – I was genuinely mortified that our national broadcaster would have thought it acceptable – in the year 2014 – to have a discussion on what was “mild” homophobia and what was “serious” homophobia.

Substitute the word “rape” for “homophobia” in that sentence and tell me that it is an acceptable subject for discussion.

What all this achieved was summed up brilliantly by O’ Neill on the stage of the Abbey Theatre on the very same night as this farce of a programme was broadcast:

“… which is a spectacular and neat Orwellian trick because now it turns out that gay people are not the victims of homophobia, homophobes are.”

Shame on you RTE. Shame on you.

*New Music* My Version of McAlmont & Butler’s “Yes”

206. McAlmont & Butler

Today’s new music is my version of McAlmont & Butler’s ’90s classic “Yes”:


Yes

So you wanna know me now
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me am I looking better?
Have you forgot
Whatever it was that you couldn’t stand
About me about me about me?

Yes I do feel better
Yes I do I feel alright
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got
To offer

You wanna know me now
How I’ve been
You can’t help someone recover
After what you did
So tell me am I looking better?
Have you forgot
Whatever it was that you couldn’t stand
About me about me about me?

Yes I do feel better
Yes I do I feel alright
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got to offer
Yes I do feel better
Yes I do I feel alright
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got
To offer

On and on and on and on and on and on and has no-one said…
Stay away, stay away…

Ye-ea-ea-ea–YES!
Ye-ea-ea-ea–YES!
Ye-ea-ea-ea–YES!
Ye-ea-ea-ea–YES!

I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got
I feel well enough to tell you what you can do with what you got

Written by Stephen Lunt & Arthur Stead

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