Saturday indie rock moment...

The Vaselines are a Glaswegian band that was famously beloved by Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain.  During the 1980s the primary members and songwriters were Eugene Kelly and Frances McKee.

I wholeheartedly recommend the 1992 Sub Pop Records retrospective The Way Of The Vaselines: A Complete History.

This is a catchy song about lust called “Dying For It.”

Lyrics:

She said to me, would you like to be,
I got plenty of time, It's gonna take some time.

Ahhhh I'm hanging out.
I'm hanging out baby, I'm hanging out,
Ahhhh I'm hanging out.
I'm hanging out baby, I'm hanging out,
Ahhhh I'm hanging out,
Come on now, come along sing my song.

She said to me, we're gonna lie on the floor,
Cause we don't need to go and can choose some more.

I'm dying for something, oh what will it be,
I'm dying for you to do something to me.

Thursday afternoon dance track...

This eighties song is a guilty pleasure of mine.  This is the 7” version of Blancmange’s “Don’t Tell Me” (London Records, 1984).

Lyrics:

I’ll stay with you until the end
I say you’ll let me be your friend
I’ll say you’ll let me in the end
I just want to be your friend.

How can I be sure you’re breaking all the rules
How can I be sure I should be high above
I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jump the moon and find I'm losing my mind.

Don’t tell me I'm the howling wind
Don’t tell me you're the wounded star
And don’t tell me I’m the devil’s friend
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I’ve gone too far.

I didn’t hear you as you left my room last night
Don’t turn your back on me
I didn’t hear you as you left the room last night
Please return and set me free.

I climbed a mountain reaching for the skies
And all too soon I jumped the moon and find the sun burns my eyes.

Don’t tell me I'm the howling wind
(Don’t tell me)
Don’t tell me you're the wounded star
(Don’t tell me)
And don’t tell me I’m the devil’s friend
(Don’t tell me)
Don’t tell me
Don’t tell me
I’ve gone too far.

I can’t get a grip on
I can’t get a grip on
I can’t get a grip on you
I can’t get a grip on
No
No
Can’t get a grip on.

I say you’ll let me in the end
I say you’ll let me be your friend.
I maybe asked this once before
Don’t you love me any more?