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Just saw All the Real Girls and I am dying to get the soundtrack. Other than that, Damien Rice has been sitting in the CD player for the last few weeks along with Coldplay and All Songs Considered.

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Selctions from The front Line

Is that the dead cheap (50p?) sampler Virgin put out around 1976?

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There are a few of them...which are the best?

I've just been listening to #3. I suspect that they're all good--they're curated by the guy who selects music to run in between pieces on All Things Considered.

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In a hostelry last night, I was impressed by the soft soul stylings of someone I am told is called Remy Shade. Further than that, I am informed he is a Canadian and the only white artist on Motown. I said I thought that was R. Dean Taylor, but I only got a blank look.


In fact, his name is Remy Shand, and I see no mention of Motown. You can't always trust cocktail waitresses.

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I a lifetime of profound miserbalism, it is nice to seek out those who are even more so


Have been listening to Gilbert O Sullivan's Alone Again ( Naturally )




Alone Again (Naturally)


In a little while from now

If I’m not feeling any less sour

I promise myself to treat myself

And visit a nearby tower

And climbing to the top will throw myself off

In an effort to make it clear to who

Ever what it’s like when you’re shattered

Left standing in the lurch at a church

Where people saying: "My God, that’s tough

She's stood him up"

No point in us remaining

We may as well go home

As I did on my own

Alone again, naturally


To think that only yesterday

I was cheerful, bright and gay

Looking forward to well wouldn’t do

The role I was about to play

But as if to knock me down

Reality came around

And without so much, as a mere touch

Cut me into little pieces

Leaving me to doubt

Talk about God and His mercy

Or if He really does exist

Why did He desert me in my hour of need

I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally


It seems to me that there are more hearts

broken in the world that can’t be mended

Left unattended

What do we do? What do we do?


Alone again, naturally

Now looking back over the years

And whatever else that appears

I remember I cried when my father died

Never wishing to hide the tears


And at sixty-five years old

My mother, God rest her soul,

Couldn’t understand why the only man

She had ever loved had been taken

Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken

Despite encouragement from me

No words were ever spoken

And when she passed away

I cried and cried all day

Alone again, naturally

Alone again, naturally



Probably the funniest song ever written

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Yesterday it was T-Bone Burnett's self-titled CD. You know. The one called "T-Bone Burnett".

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When you start listening to Oh Claire, I shall worry.



Clair, the moment I met you I swear

I felt as if something somewhere

Had happened to me

Which I couldn't see, and then

The moment I met you again

I knew in my heart we were friends.

It had to be so

It couldn't be no

But try as hard as I might do I don't know why

You get to me in a way I can't describe

Words mean so little when you look up and smile

I don't care what people say,

To me you're more than a child

Oh! Clair, Clair.

Clair, if ever a moment so rare

Was captured for all to compare

That moment is you

It's all that you do

But why in spite of our age difference do I cry

Each time I leave you I feel I could die

Nothing means more to me than hearing you say

I'm going to marry you

Will you marry me Uncle Ray?

Oh! Clair, Clair.

Clair, I've told you before

Don't you dare

Get back into bed

Can't you see that it's late

No you can't have a drink

Oh! all right then but wait just a bit

While I, in an effort to baby sit,

Catch of my breath what there is left of it.

You can be murder at this hour of the day

But in the morning this hour

Will seem a lifetime away

Oh! Clair, Clair

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