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Kooks - She moves in her own way

A band of the highest ineptitude :)

How did you get roped into seeing them, or shock horror, was it your own personal choice?

Anyone with any decency would NOT name an album Konk.

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Doves - Cedar Room.

A singalong anthem of the highest order. Also has a vague late afternoon in the summer, sunlight dappled through leaves and a cold beer vibe to it, which I love.

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Can't believe this was so far down the topic list!

Anyway I've just watched the film Iron Man (topic to follow...;)) and it features this masterpiece...

Iron Man - Black Sabbath

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{Written based on a trip he took to Africa in December, 2000... as evidenced by the New Years and political references...}

Ramadan is over, the new moon's shown her face.

I'm halfway around the planet in a most unlikely place.

Following my songline past bamboo shacks and shops,

Behind a jitney packed like sardines with bananas piled on top.

I ran away from politics, it's too bizarre at home.

Away I flew, tuned into Blue, "Maybe Amsterdam or Rome."

Awakened by a stewardess with Spain somewhere below,

On the threshold of adventure, God I do love this job so.

So while I make my move on the big board game,

Rollin' down that Spanish highway, some things remain the same.

Girls meet boys and boys tease girls,

I'm heading out this morning for the far side of the world.

Oh I believe in song lines, obvious and not.

I've ridden them like camels to some most unlikely spots.

They run across the oceans, through mountains and saloons,

And tonight out in the desert where I sit atop this dune.

I was destined for this vantage point which is so far from the sea.

I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery.

From Paris to Tunisia, Casablanca to Dakar.

I was riding long before I flew through the wind and sand and stars.

Caravan, ride that hump,

And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps.

Sleeping bags and battle flags are coiled and furled.

That's the way you travel to the far side of the world.

Sunset framed by lightning bolts burns a lasting memory

And a string of tiny twinkling lights adorn the sausage tree.

While the embers from the log fire flicker, fly, and twirl

Then drift off toward the cosmos from the far side of the world.

That's Christmas and my birthday and so to that extent

The Masai, not the wise men, are circling my tent.

I teach them how to play guitar, they show me how to dance.

We had rum from the Caribbean and Burgundy from France.

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar with Babou and his boys.

High up on the rooftop, you can relish all the noise.

They are dancing on the tables, people bouncing like gazelles.

2-0-0-1 is ushered in with air raid horns and bells.

Time to sing, time to dance,

Living out my second chance.

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled:

That's the way it happens on the far side of the world.

Back at home, it's afternoon, six thousand miles away.

It will still be there when I get through attending this soiree.

There are jobs and chores and questions and plates I need to twirl,

But tonight I'll take my chances on the far side of the world.

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