Showing posts with label Taylor Swift. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taylor Swift. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 November 2025

Snapshots #421: Songs About Frauds, Hoaxes, Cons & Liars

Don't believe a word any of them say...


15. What happens when you dunk. 

You get a...

Limp Bizkit - Counterfeit

14. Princess found in dish of bacteria.

Princess Grace in a petri dish...

Grace Petrie - Nobody Knows That I'm A Fraud

13. Ten delays, but not in a row. 

"Ten delays" was an anagram.

Steely Dan - The Royal Scam

12. Royal drummer caught speeding.

The drummer in Queen is Roger Taylor.

Taylor Swift - Hoax

11. Back then: monotonous noises. Nowadays: spies in the sky.

The Drones - Lookalikes

10. What’s the price of a greeting?

What's the cost...'ello?

Elvis Costello – The Imposter

9. A mixtape of memories.

The Soundtrack Of Our Lives - 21st Century Rip Off

8. Hit snooze!

The Alarm - The Deceiver

7. I deny the accusation that I was ever part of this group.

Rol-in-Band? Never!

Rollins Band - Liar

6. A Great King, and Ryan.

Alexander The Great meets Ryan O'Neal.

Alexander O’Neal – Fake

5. Found in a chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.  

Chocolate ganache, and salsa ravioli.  

Tegan & Sara – The Con

4. Found in Essex, and in an arsenal.

Sex Pistols -  The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle

3. Used to transport Bones to the Enterprise.

Get the Van for Dr. McCoy.

Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony - The Hustle

2. Achy Breaky Dino.

Achy Breaky Heart was Billy Ray Cyrus. Dean Martin was Dino.

Billie Ray Martin – Imitation Of Life 

1. Mr. Ferry, I deduce. But I’m probably mixed up.

"Mr. Ferry, I deduce" was an angram.

Freddie Mercury - The Great Pretender


Trust me when I say that Snapshots will be back next Saturday.

Friday, 5 September 2025

Emergency Questions #11: Heavenly Age

Blink 182 - What's My Age Again?

Summer's over and the time is right to bring back some of the ongoing series I abandoned just prior to my holiday from teaching (aka the Exhaustion Weeks). It's a cliché that I go back to work for a rest, but... 

Kevin Rowland - Age Can't Wither You

As usual, I'm stealing another query from Richard Herring's book EMERGENCY QUESTIONS and trying to answer it with added songs. Here's today's question...

What age would you like to be when you get to heaven, presuming there is a heaven and you get to choose what age you'll be when you're up there?

Ernest Tubb - It's The Age That Makes The Difference

Putting aside whether or not we believe in any kind of afterlife, this is a thought-provoking question. If we're lucky enough to live to an old age, we wouldn't want to be stuck at that age, for eternity, with all the frailties, disabilities and marble loss that might come with it. We'd want to be young and strong and ready to take best advantage of our nirvana...

New Order - Age Of Consent

Would we want then to spend immortality reliving the "best years of our lives"? Oh, to be 16 again...  

Hello Saferide - X Telling Me About The Loss Of Something Dear, At Age 16

No thank you very much. I wouldn't mind going back and reliving a good day of my adolescence, safe in the knowledge that I could return to where I am right now before the bad days kick in. Because I did have a good many bad days as a teenager, days of self-doubt, embarrassment, humiliation days and crushing loneliness. 

Joe Jackson - Awkward Age

Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

What about my twenties then? When I was a bit more grown up? And even more messed up...

Pet Shop Boys - Twenty Something

Taylor Swift - 22

Probably not. 

In my thirties, maybe then I finally got a handle on this thing called life... though I still didn't feel like a proper grown-up. (Still don't.) 

Aimee Man - 31 Today

In answer to Rich's question then, I'd probably choose to be mid-30s. Some time just before I fell down the stairs and broke my arm, also causing a slipped disc in my back which still bothers me today. Some time before the aches and pains set in... 

Willie Nelson - Don't Be Ashamed Of Your Age

Department S - Age Concern


I realise I'm a bit unusual though. Maybe you would choose to be 16 forever... or 21... or even 7?

What age would you pick to live out the hereafter?


Thursday, 4 September 2025

Neverending Top Ten #7.3: High School

Elvis Costello - Secondary Modern

Sam started High School on Tuesday. It's easy to forget what a big leap this is, but early signs are good. He's catching the bus to and from school, so I'm no longer required to pick him up and drop him off from wraparound club. Seeing him in his uniform that first day rather choked me up - so big, so grown up, what happened to my little boy, etc. etc.

Sam appears to be taking it all in his stride. He's very resilient young man. He certainly doesn't get that from his dad. I hope he has a better time in High School than I did.

The Just Joans - Back to High School

Here are a few more tunes to usher in this bold new era...

Alice Cooper - Between High School & Old School

Dougie Poole - High School Gym

Bowling For Soup - High School Never Ends

Jerry Lee Lewis - High School Confidential

The Donnas - High School Yum Yum

Taylor Swift - So High School

The Ataris - San Dimas High School Football Rules


Friday, 18 July 2025

Neverending Top Ten #7.2: The Last Day of School


This is Sam's last day at Junior School. Over the past few weeks, since finishing his SATs, he's been taking part in sporting tournaments, excelling in the school play, and visiting the High School for a transition day. This time last year, the idea of moving up to the big school was starting to fill him with some trepidation, but recently we've seen that change... like he's ready for it now, like he's outgrown his Junior School and has begun to see it as too small for him, too young.


Of course, he's 11 going on 16, so it's becoming increasingly difficult to know how he really feels about anything. He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve anymore, like little kids do. He's starting to keep his thoughts and emotions inside, and you need a crowbar to get them out.


How do I feel about all this? The predictable blend of joy and melancholy. My little boy is growing up, becoming more independent, moving on in his life... and I want to celebrate that with him. But I also want him to stay little forever. For all the obvious reasons.


I'm reminded of the poem Walking Away by Cecil Day Lewis (yes, Daniel's dad). And, as always at times like this, I'm reminded of Brad Paisley's best song...



Monday, 16 December 2024

My Top 24 of 2024 (#18 - 16)


More records that I played a lot during the past 12 months...

18. Grandaddy - Blu Wav



Another of those bands who are guaranteed to take my money just by virtue of putting out a new record, Jason Lytle's Grandaddy returned with what is rumoured to be their last album. We'll see. If that does turn out to be the case, then this will be a fitting finale, since despite the pre-release rumours of a change of direction (the title hints at a combination of bluegrass and new wave), this is the most Grandaddy-sounding record in 20 odd years, certainly the one that's most reminiscent of their 2000 classic The Sophtware Slump.

Wave to me on your way to the watercooler
Just don't wait for me 'cause we won't work
Please wave to me on your way to the watercooler
Cross the break room just the way you always do

And you cry in the bathroom stall
'Cause I won't call although I know you hurt
And you cry in the bathroom stall
'Cause I don't call, it's not what you deserve



17. Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Society



In a which a middle-aged man feels the need to incessantly apologise for appreciating the work of the world's biggest pop star (2024) and explain that he's not just including her album in this list to sound hip or as though his finger is still on the pulse of the zeitgeist.  

Apparently, being a "Swiftie Dad" demonstrates "the power of positive masculinity". So there. And Ms. Swift is a fan of a top notch Scottish band many of you will have in your record collections...

Drowning in the Blue Nile
He sent me 'Downtown Lights'
I hadn't heard it in a while



16. Tim Heidecker - Slipping Away



The work of stand-up comic and serious songwriter Tim Heidecker has become something of an obsession for me this past year, with two of his previous albums - High School and Fear of Death - being constant companions. His newest record only came out a few weeks back, and as I usually find his discs to be slow-burners, it hasn't imprinted itself on my subconscious in quite the same way... yet. But the lead single, Dad of the Year, speaks to me more than just about anything else I've heard in 2024...

When I was a child, I wanted to be special
Thought that I could be a big, big star
Then I got older and saw how the world works
Someone like me can only go so far

I'm not gonna be on the cover of a magazine
I got bills to pay
I gotta keep working every day
I'm not gonna go down in history
Only my family will remember me



Monday, 18 March 2024

One Track Mind #3: When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman

(Don't even start me on the unforgivable "Your" / "You're" confusion.)

Can a bawdy joke spoil a great song?

This is the question I ask myself whenever I hear Dr. Hook's biggest hit. Because it's a great song - if you like that sort of thing, obviously, and growing up with Radio 2, I grew to love it - but the hokey pun innuendo soon outlived its welcome.

I was pretty certain I knew who wrote this song - but it turns out I was wrong. I was sure it must be another Shel Silverstein composition, given Shel wrote a number of Hook's hits, including their very best song...


Now that's a classic. Even if you don't care for Dr. Hook's particular brand of laid-back country pop, you have to at least appreciate the way Silverstein's desperate lyric is perfectly matched to Dennis Locorriere's plaintive vocals. I swear when he sings, "Please, Mrs. Avery," I feel his yearning right down to the tips of my toes. What a performance. 

And it turns out Sylvia's Mother is a true story too - Shel was in love with a woman called Sylvia Pandolfi, but she ran off with another man and ended up as a curator at the Museo de Arte Carrillo Gil in Mexico City. Shel tried desperately to rekindle that romance, but the only contact he had for Sylvia was her mum, and she wasn't having any of it. Nowadays, she'd probably report him as a stalker. I guess "Please, Mrs. Pandolfi" didn't quite scan, so Avery it was. And Mrs. Avery became such a famous figure, she even inspired a sequel song from The Men They Couldn't Hang...


But I'm not here to write about Sylvia's Mother, am I? Let's get back to the song in question. The reason I figured When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman was a Shel Silverstein composition is that Shel was known for being a funny guy. As well as being able to break our hearts with songs like Sylvia's Mother and The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan, Shel wasn't afraid to write a song with a sense of humour. Like these...




You've got to admire the nerve of a man who can rhyme Loretta with Irish Setter, and then get Loretta Lynn to sing it. Silverstein was also responsible for another witty Dr. Hook hit, although it's one I have mixed feelings about...


Now the problem with this tune is the way the Hooksters laugh at their own jokes (or at Silverstein's jokes, anyway) as they sing them. Ironically, ...Rolling Stone is one of their only songs to feature Dr. Hook himself, Ray Sawyer, on lead vocals. Maybe that's part of the problem. Much as I wish to argue in favour of humour in pop songs, I have a problem with people who laugh at their own jokes. Now I've no problem with people laughing in songs, otherwise I wouldn't love this...


You hear Whitney giggling away (around 3'57" if you're in a rush) and you can tell she's genuinely having a good time. She's enjoying herself and having fun. The laughter is natural. Similarly, one of my favourite tracks by this up and coming pop hopeful...


Hey Stephen is a great "why are you wasting your time with those vain cheerleaders when I'm right here?" song, made even better by the line...

All those other girls, well, they're beautiful
But would they write a song for you? 

The little chuckle Taylor gives after delivering those lines (approx. 2'50", busy folk) is priceless. And again, it feels genuine. Not so the self-congratulatory laughter in The Cover Of The Rolling Stone. I wish they'd played that song a little straighter. Or got Locorriere to sing it.

All of which brings us back to When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman (It's Hard), which I'm still surprised to learn wasn't written by Shel... except, maybe not so surprised the more I think of it, because Shel was classier than that. Further warning bells sound when you discover the song was actually written by Even Stevens. No, no Evan. Even. 

Stevens - real first names Bruce Noel - is a man who appears to love a good pun. He's clearly got a sense of humour, as demonstrated below...



...although, hang on, they were both written by Shel Silverstein too. Clearly Even Stevens' own songwriting was influenced by Shel... but I can't help but think Shel would have stopped short of the innuendo that upends When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman, a sleazy 70s sexual allusion that's only "bettered" by this...


That one was written by David Bellamy himself. Well, gwapple me gwapenuts!


Not that David Bellamy, obviously. I might look more kindly on it if it was. To be fair, at least innuendo is the whole point of If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body... there's not a better song trapped underneath, begging for your respect. It is what is is and seems quite happy that way. 

My contention then is that When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman is a great song - especially the bridge, which is as heartfelt as anything Dennis Locorriere ever sang...

Maybe it's just an ego problem, problem is I've been fooled before
By fair-weathered friends and faint-hearted lovers
And every time it happens it just convinces me more

That's the bit I love. The bit that keeps me coming back to listen to this track again and again, the bit that gets me past the embarrassment of the smutty innuendo. (I particularly struggle with the "You know it's hard, you know it gets so hard" call-back - yeah, we get it, Even. No need to belt us over the head with it!)

Legend has it that Even Stevens followed Dr. Hook's manager into the studio bathroom to pitch this song. That says it all, really. If only he'd showed a little restraint... When You're In Love With A Beautiful Woman, It's Tough would have been much better, in my opinion. Or did this song only get to the top of the charts in the UK because of the lowest common denominator sales? If so, I hope Even Stevens sleeps soundly on his mattress stuffed with money, safe in the knowledge that he was one word away from writing a classic...



Sunday, 10 March 2024

Snapshots #334: A Top Ten Mr. Men Songs

Mr. Happy, Mr. Tickle, Mr. Silly, Mr. Topsy-Turvy... when Roger Hargreaves created this Mr. Men, I think these might be some of the characters he rejected...


10. Coldly, Leo gets disorientated.

"Coldly, Leo" is an anagram.

Lloyd Cole - Mr. Malcontent

9. Marks' partner forms a band with Miles.

Marks & Spencer meets Miles Davis...

The Spencer Davis Group - Mr. Second Class

8. Ernie's pal will meet you at the chapel.

Ernie knocked around with Eric (not our Ernie... although, who knows?) in a Church.

Eric Church - Mr. Misunderstood

7. Freeloader who raises the temperature.

Freddie Freeloader - yes, it's Miles Davis Day here at My Top Ten - makes the Mercury rise...

Freddie Mercury - Mr. Bad Guy

6. I doubt he's sharper than a serpent's tooth...

A doubting Thomas, and a quote from King Lear... hey, I'm an English teacher - sue me!

Thomas Leer - Mr. Nobody

5. Second rate Gremlins.

After the success of Gremlins, everyone wanted a little scary monster movie. This was one of the unfortunate results...

The Critters - Mr. Dieingly Sad

4. Swapping chainmail for denim.

A Knight in Jeans? I'd stick with the armour...

Jean Knight - Mr. Big Stuff

3. Bass and treble? Seaweed and pebble?

Could one of those be Cockney Rhyming Slang for Rebel?

Cockney Rebel - Mr. Soft

At a push, I would also have allowed...

Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel - Mr. Raffles

2. Rear appendage or fast bird?

Tail... or swift?

Taylor Swift - Mr. Perfectly Fine

(And if that looks like an Odd Song Out... it isn't!)

1. Tired dingos are easily befuddled.

"Tired dingos" was an anagram...

Otis Redding - Mr. Pitiful


Mr. Loverman (Shabba!) says there will be more Snapshots next Saturday...

Friday, 10 November 2023

Record Collection Recollections #8: Tribalism II

When two tribes go to war
A point is all that you can score

Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Two Tribes

A few weeks back, I wrote a post about tribalism in music fandom, and how I've always felt it was a bad thing. I quoted Dave Newton of The Mighty Lemon Drops, from an interview in Nige Tassell's C86 book. Dave, who now lives in the States, claimed that tribalism wasn't as much of a thing over there as it is in Britain.

Over here, it's amazing how many people who like us or the Bunnymen also like Van Halen. I don't get that. Some Americans think I'm not telling the truth about bands like that - or that I'm some kind of snob. No, it's just not conceivable that in the UK you'd like Wah! Heat and Bon Jovi. But you see it here on kids' schoolbags where they've written both Rush and the Sex Pistols. Really?! How can you love both?

Well, it turns out Jeff Tweedy from Wilco disagrees. Quite strongly, in fact. Jeff's just written an article for the New York Times in which he admits that when he was a kid, he hated Dancing Queen by Abba... because that was the opinion that was expected of him. I'm not able to read the full article due to the NYT firewall wanting my money, The article's called “I Thought I Hated Pop Music. ‘Dancing Queen’ Changed My Mind.” if you feel like paying their subscription fees. If not, Stereogum have pulled out some choice quotes, including this...

Let’s talk about that first wave of disgust a bit. Initially, hating this song and Abba in general didn’t really feel like a choice. Gagging at the mere mention of this sweet little quartet was just being, you know, normal. And at the time that “Dancing Queen” came out, it wasn’t hard to hate a disco song, anyway; disco was despised by practically everyone I knew (with the exception of the kids who liked to roller skate).

Abba - Dancing Queen

Tweedy goes even further though, suggesting than the tribalism that's ingrained into us as teenagers affects our choices in later life, creating either/or, black/white thinking that prevents us us seeing the middle ground or allowing ourselves to be open to other perspectives, ideas or beliefs.

The divisions we created were embarrassing. I have sometimes even wondered if these youthful skirmishes over musical taste weren’t a childhood version of the current situation our country now finds itself in. Were people of my generation so good at dividing ourselves into factions based on stupid, insignificant differences that we simply never stopped doing it? Someone smarter than me has probably mapped the parallels between Journey fans and X fans and the current binary of political right and left. Or if no one has, someone should.

Journey - Don't Stop Believin'

X - I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts

I'm not claiming the moral high ground here. As much as I rattle on about loving Billy Joel as much as REM, Queen as much as The Smiths, and Meat Loaf as much as John Prine, I'm aware that there are whole genres of music that leave me cold, and as much as I might be changing my mind about New Order, I don't think I'll ever appreciate rave or dubstep or 80% of the stuff Radio One plays these days. I like to think that I don't let genre bias blind me to a good pop song though, which is why I keep listening to Taylor Swift. Still, I think it's more important to celebrate the things I do like rather than railing against the things I don't (unless it's Bono). And I do appreciate good writing about all genres of music, which is why I enjoy reading blogs that cover artists who would never find their way into my hard drive. It's OK to say, "Ed Sheeran's not for me". That's not tribalism, it's just personal taste. Tribalism comes when you say, "Ed Sheeran's shit and I'm not going to listen to or respect the opinion of anyone who tells me they like him". We're all guilty of that a little bit, I guess, but really... what's the point?

Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version)

Jeff Tweedy is doing the rounds because he has a book out, called World Within a Song: Music That Changed My Life and Life That Changed My Music. Definitely one for the Christmas list. He's also promoting the new Wilco album, Cousin, presumably inspired by the TV show The Bear, which uses a lot of his band's music. Here's the title track...



Thursday, 21 September 2023

Self-Help For Cynics #4: Respect Yourself


If you're walking 'round think'n that the world owes you something 'cause you're here
You goin' out the world backwards like you did when you first come here 


If you haven't watched The Bear, you're missing the best show on TV at the moment. I don't care if you haven't got Disney+ - get the trial offer and binge-watch the first two series. Do it now. Well, after you've finished reading this post anyway. 

The Bear is about a chef who inherits the management of a busy Chicago sandwich shop after his brother commits suicide. He decides to turn it into an up-market restaurant, using the same staff who worked in the sandwich shop. It's a very tense show - it really gives you a feel for what it's like to work in a fast-paced food service environment (lots of shouting) - but it's also very funny. Lots of big name actors want to appear in it - Jamie Lee Curtis, Olivia Coleman, Will Poulter and Bob Odenkirk all pop up in Season 2 - clearly recognising the strength of the scripts. But something occurred to me while I was watching the most recent episodes... one of the show's main themes is mental health.


All the characters in The Bear are damaged in one way or another. Jeremy Allen White, who plays lead chef Carmen Berzatto, is an expert at showing inner turmoil with little more than a twitch of his brow. But the real star of the show for me is Ebon Moss-Bachrach who plays Carmy's cousin Ritchie, a character who quickly begins to feel out of his depth as his workplace transforms around him. Ritchie is full of bluster, but it masks a deep, deep insecurity. I have a lot of time for Ritchie, out of all the great characters in The Bear, he's the one I relate to the most.

I looked in the mirror, and what did I see?
A brand new image of the same old me
Oh, but now I wonder why should I be surprised
I like the things about me that I once despised


The episode that really brought this home came midway through the second series. Sensing Ritchie's disquiet, Carmy sends him to work for a week in one of the top restaurants in the country. He starts by cleaning forks, a job he thinks beneath him, but by the end of the week, he's virtually running the restaurant floor. It's never explicitly stated in the script, but what happens over the course of that episode is that Ritchie learns to respect himself, and in doing so earns the respect of his colleagues. A grumpy, middle-aged man singing along to a Taylor Swift song has never sounded so sweet... 


It's not a complete transformation: he's still Ritchie at heart. He just likes himself a little more, and finds a purpose and value in what he's doing. He commits to a change and he feels better because of it. A number of things in my life triggered this blog series, but I honestly think that this episode of The Bear was an epiphany. It made me realise I can't just sit around waiting for the world to change to make me happier. Instead, I have to change the way I see the world. If that sounds like bollocks, then yeah... I'd have thought the same thing a few months back. And maybe I still do, deep down. But I'm trying not to. And that's a start.

I've always been content to take the pieces
That I've been given
Make a mess with the results
Justify it all

Everybody's using all their breath telling everyone else
What to do with their own breath
I can't believe it, I never was the type
To worry that much about everybody else

It's okay if you fall
You stumble, you get up
That's all
Believe in yourself for a while



Why do I have low self-esteem? 

That's the million dollar question, isn't it?


The Better Health Channel tells me...

Some of the many causes of low self-esteem may include: Unhappy childhood where parents (or other significant people such as teachers) were extremely critical. Poor academic performance in school resulting in a lack of confidence. Ongoing stressful life event such as relationship breakdown or financial trouble.

But I look at those potential explanations and I can't see any that fit me. My childhood, in particular, I remember as a mostly very happy time. I grew up in a loving home and while I didn't have loads of friends, I was OK with the ones I had. There was a recurring bullying situation in my early teens which left some emotional scars, but no worse than a lot of people. So why do I have such a downer on myself? Maybe the why doesn't matter, just that I'm finally trying to do something about it.


You're not helping, Kurt.

Mind offers all kinds of tips for improving self-esteem, though they are keen to stress that "different things work for different people at different times. Only try what you feel comfortable with."

I think I'll skip past this one...

Say positive things to yourself. Some people like to do this in front of a mirror. It can feel strange at first, but you may feel more comfortable the more you do it.


If only it was as easy as Whitney and George make it seem...

Everybody's searching for a hero;
People need someone to look up to.
I never found anyone who fulfilled my need.
A lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on me.

I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadow.
If I fail, if I succeed.
At least I lived as I believe.
No matter what they take from me,
They can't take away my dignity.

Because the greatest love of all is happening to me.
I found the greatest love of all inside of me.
The greatest love of all is easy to achieve.
Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.


But you listen to those lyrics and you realise that the reason they find The Greatest Love Of All "easy to achieve" is because they already respect themselves. What about the rest of us?


Relationship coach Kemi Sogunle tells me... 

If you don't love yourself, you won't be happy with yourself. If you can't love yourself, you can't love anyone else. You can't make anyone love you without loving yourself first.

But where I come from, Kemi, there's nothing worse than someone who loves themselves. We call that arrogance, egomania... or being just like Kevin.

Girls try to attract his attention
But what a shame, it's in vain, total rejection
He will never be left on the shelf
'Cause Kevin, he's in love with himself

The Undertones - My Perfect Cousin

In my head, loving yourself goes hand in hand with not giving a shit about anyone else. And I've spent my whole life fighting against people like that. Or at least getting exceedingly pissed off by them.  

The Legend! - Arrogant Bastards

How then to find the right balance? Well, much as I would like someone to send me to work in a top restaurant for a week so that I can learn how to like myself, it's probably not going to happen. Mind says, "Try to avoid comparing yourself to others." So I'll put Cousin Ritchie out of my mind.

The Big Sound Authority - Be True To Yourself

I started this post with the original version of Respect Yourself by The Staple Singers. It's a fine song. A classic. But you know what? The 1987 cover version by Bruce Willis means much more to me. As I've mentioned before, it was the first 7" single I ever bought. Many people are ashamed by their first record purchase and make excuses for it, saying things like, "I was really young and I hadn't developed my musical taste..." I could say the same... but honestly, I listen to this now and it still makes me smile the way it did when I was 15. And I guess I respect myself at least enough to admit that to you.



Sunday, 4 July 2021

Snapshots #196: A Multicoloured Top Ten

Yesterday's link, to be specific, was not just songs with colours in the title... there are millions of those. No, the link was songs whose title is just a colour, nothing else. Far fewer of those to choose from, but here are the ten I found...


10. The Iceman Cometh, perhaps?

"The Iceman Cometh" is a play. A cold one, presumably.

Coldplay - Yellow

9. Makes trousers for fast birds.

A swift tailor?

Taylor Swift - Red

8. Graffiti found in Berlin nightclub.

Apparently that's where they got their name.

Spandau Ballet - Gold

7. Preserved in an ample jar.

A jam is a preserve, "ample jar" is an anagram.

Pearl Jam - Black

6. Boy from New York City goes without tea when he joins a Formula 1 team.

Darts sang about The Boy From New York City. Take the T from Dart and you get Dar.

Williams is an F1 team. (Thank you, Sam.)

Dar Williams - Emerald

5. Sgt. Snarler.

Anagram!

The Stranglers - Golden Brown

4. Body enhancement, hun?

Anagram!

Echo & The Bunnymen - Silver

3. The speed of your National Insurance Number is directly proportionate to a foolish Cat. 

That would be your NiNo tempo and April (fool) (Cat) Stevens.

Nino Tempo & April Stevens - Deep Purple

2. Flighty Elliott.

Aero relates to flight, Elliott was a Smith.

Aerosmith - Pink

1. Help! I'm trapped between a Yes man and a Webb collaborator.

The Yes Man would be Jon Anderson, the Webb collaborator was David Mitchell (so Robert Webb, not Jimmy). Put an I in between those and you get...


More next week? Colour me interested...

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