This little ditty has remained a favorite of mine over the years. The fact is that it is fairly unique in style, and the use of dynamics, especially at the end of the bridge section, is superb.
The lyrics are included here, because I understand that those more unfamiliar with the artist might have some difficulty in making out the words, and it is well worth the effort.
There’s a smart young woman on a light blue screen
who comes into my house every night
She takes all the red, yellow, orange, and green,
and she turns them into black and white
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
’Cause somewhere in the “Quizling clinic”
there’s a short-hand typist taking seconds over minutes
She’s listening in to the Venus line.
She’s picking out names. I hope none of them are mine.
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Never said I was a stool pigeon
Never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion,
but you don’t wanna hear about that
’Cause you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
The lyrics are included here, because I understand that those more unfamiliar with the artist might have some difficulty in making out the words, and it is well worth the effort.
There’s a smart young woman on a light blue screen
who comes into my house every night
She takes all the red, yellow, orange, and green,
and she turns them into black and white
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels
Before they put you on the torture table
’Cause somewhere in the “Quizling clinic”
there’s a short-hand typist taking seconds over minutes
She’s listening in to the Venus line.
She’s picking out names. I hope none of them are mine.
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Never said I was a stool pigeon
Never said I was a diplomat
Everybody is under suspicion,
but you don’t wanna hear about that
’Cause you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation
Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
But you tease and you flirt
And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
You can please yourself, but somebody’s gonna get it
2 comments:
Hi Mercutio
I can understand you posting this clip which has a catchy tune and excellent arrangement. I didn’t have any trouble with the diction –unusual for these days!!
Must be a bit of Irish still left your ears to pick such things up. ;)
The piece is rather odd in that it's driven by the percussion. The remainder of the arrangement seems a bit sparse. The use of percussion as a phrasing technique sets it off rather well.
I can't remember hearing ever anything even similar.
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