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I'm tense and nervous and I
Can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire
Psycho killer
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho killer,
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
(* spoken interlude in french *)
Psycho killer,
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer,
Qu'est que c'est
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa far better
Run run run run run run run away
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh....
Similar thing here, except it upgraded a 5 to a 7....I'm a sucker for the "not what you'd expect" type stuff....Long Live RP!!
Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.
peter_james_bond wrote:
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
AvoidingWork wrote:
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
jagdriver wrote:
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
WOW!! Y'all played that out quite impeccably!! Good story/story lines!! Thnx!!
I love it. A total WTF. Just makes my Christmas day. I don't know where you find this stuff Bill but keep looking.
Well done.
peter_james_bond wrote:
Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.
peter_james_bond wrote:
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
AvoidingWork wrote:
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
jagdriver wrote:
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
Zocket wrote:
Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.
peter_james_bond wrote:
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
AvoidingWork wrote:
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
jagdriver wrote:
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
reading this makes the song go better
The cover of Lithium, which is way worse, hasn't been inflicted on us since June, and for that we can be thankful.
yeah you right..... no creamy radio today!
Everytime I hear this, I NEED a martini. So awful that it requires self-medication.
Zocket wrote:
Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.
peter_james_bond wrote:
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
AvoidingWork wrote:
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
jagdriver wrote:
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
Show her "The Ropes"?
Oh yeah baby, here let me help you with those knots ....
Zocket wrote:
Holiday Inn cocktail lounge on a lonely Tuesday.
peter_james_bond wrote:
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
AvoidingWork wrote:
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
jagdriver wrote:
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. “I’ve been looking for you”, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum ….a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. “Lucky me …to what do I owe this pleasure?” Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). “Hungry?” I inquired. “Ravenous”, she said, “I didn’t have breakfast this morning.” I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. “Thanks” she said, and added, “I’m parched too”, and she winked. “Bartender, the lady wants a …what will you have?” “Boilermaker”, she chimed in. “Boilermaker?...not exactly what I was expecting”, I said. “That’s not what most ladies drink”. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I’m not like most ladies.” I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
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And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
If you're going to play re-makes like this, play Richard Cheese, instead. Much more enjoyable.
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
Wearing a red dress where the back was down to there and the slit was up to here...
Way better than the original, yet still sadly only gets a "1".
"I'm tense and nervous and I'm taking 'ludes"
And in walks the most beautiful dame I ever saw......
Do you see all those 1's Bill?
I love unusual covers.
But this guy just SUCKS!
Nonononono. No.
There ain't enough Prozac in the world. . . .
Yuck.
jjfflyboy wrote:
BLECHH!
The thoughts and motivations of a psycho killer simply don't fit in cocktail bar for me. On '77, you can feel the perspiration and fear (presented by David Byrne). On this cover, I simply want to leave.
Ya know what? I had the same reaction. My thought process went "wow, that sounds like leonard cohen doing psycho killer. Man remember that Junko chick that was flirting with you in that cafe in Seattle about 15 years ago... you should have gone for it there. Fuck, now I'm getting married in a couple weeks, no more chasing tail. Yeah, but dude, seriously you're almost fourty, and Bettina's awesome. But man there's no way that that's leonard cohen. his voice sounds way younger and smoother than back when did Songs for Heather, and there's no way he sund this earlier without me hearing it yet."
Then I checked the RP website, and eventually wrote this comment.
BLECHH!
The thoughts and motivations of a psycho killer simply don't fit in cocktail bar for me. On '77, you can feel the perspiration and fear (presented by David Byrne). On this cover, I simply want to leave.
i love richard cheese's work. i first heard of him through cd baby. we both sell our records online there and have for many years. i honestly think that, while each of us does unusual—and some of you would say unwarranted—well, about mine, anyway :) —covers of these songs, we work different sides of the street. he is a rat pack jazz combo, a brilliant one. i am making musical wallpaper.
i am also pleased that my work disturbs some. that is so much better than it being met with universal indifference. after the first prozak for lovers record, i actually got hate mail... hate mail, because i had dared to tart up aqualung. my response was that i thought the song was strong enough to stand up to a little bossa nova treatment. i think the same holds true for psycho killer and lithium.
finally, nouvelle vague. someone told me about them a few years ago. i visited their website and was surprised to see their claim that their bossa nova treatment of love will tear us apart , from their 2004 release, was the very first of its kind. i had done that song on the first prozak record in 1998. i wrote to marc collin of nouvelle vague and said that i very much enjoyed the idea that one concept, come to independently by two different people in two different parts of the world, could come up with such nice results, each enjoyable in their own way. and then i mentioned love will tear us apart. we traded emails back and forth for a time. he liked the singer on his better... fair enough. not long after that, i listened to a live nouvelle vague performance of too drunk to fuck. the style of the music was that gentle sort of bossa nova thing, but the lead vocal was very emotional and fairly out of control. i asked marc if that was his intention or if the singer had more energy because of the live situation or something. i told him that, to me, this kind of music required the singer to keep emotions in check. astrud gilberto sang of such heartbreaking things, yet her voice always maintained that rather neutral quality. i treasure that quality in this kind of music.
i never heard from him again.
anyway, didn't mean to go on this long. thank you for listening and commenting. and big love to radio paradise!
bruce.
...Oh the lonely life of a TH denier.
Maybe we could start a club or something?
At least this song is better than the Heads' Sugar on My Tongue, which followed it tonight.
Funny!passion8 FTW! Here comes' This Must Be the Place.
I like this cover. Much better that the original. But that's still not much on an absolute scale. Oh the lonely life of a TH denier.
7 There are a couple of other interesting/decent tracks on this (available at eMusic), Lithium and Heart of Glass, but I think this is the stand out. (His Alabama Song is also quite different, but is the odd man out on the album. And I haven't decided if I like it or just find it creepy.)If I was a serious performer I'd be thrilled to be producing music with this type of rating distribution. Half of the people thinking my stuff is good to excellent, and a significant minority who just hate it.
Thanks for bringing this to my attention Bill!
Once is enough.
For some reason it makes me think of something from Flight of the Conchord.
This whole album blows.
Start complaining loudly now, or we'll be hearing a lot of it.
Does anyone remember another parody called "Psycho Chicken?" The tag line went something like, "Psycho chicken—what the fuck?"
The_Enemy wrote:
I remember it as the radio-friendly "buck-buck-buck".
Actually I thought it was "Bawk" (Imitating an irate chicken). I taped that parody off of the Doctor Demento Show in about 1982. I wonder if we could get some Demento on RP?
This version certainly lacks the umph of the TH version, but I kind of dig it. Need a few more listens to make a better judgment, but I'll start if off with a 6.
Keep up the good work of stirring it up Bruce!
HAH!
I just came to this page to lower my rating and discovered I had already given it a 1.
Damn, that is just freaking horrible!
so true
Next up: the Yakov Smirnov — William Shatner — Weird Al set.
If that happens, I am SO outa here.
Sounds awesome to me (like this does too!)
This could be called a second birth of the song. Amazing
Damn, that is just freaking horrible!
Does anyone remember another parody called "Psycho Chicken?" The tag line went something like, "Psycho chicken—what the fuck?"
I remember it as the radio-friendly "buck-buck-buck".
It's destroying our future past!
We must form an opposition group immediately!
I'm going straight to the meetup site to respond to this war right now! There's no time to lose!
(Help, help! I'm being repressed!)
Next up: the Yakov Smirnov — William Shatner — Weird Al set.
If that happens, I am SO outa here.
Tagish_girl wrote:
Love the silliness of it all. Would love to hear this guy and William Shatner do a duet.... so deadly serious, so painful, but funny! 
I respect that.
Love the silliness of it all. Would love to hear this guy and William Shatner do a duet.... so deadly serious, so painful, but funny!
Does anyone remember another parody called "Psycho Chicken?" The tag line went something like, "Psycho chicken-what the fuck?"
KurtfromLaQuinta wrote:
A KROQ-FM mainstay back in the day.
A staple on WBCN in Boston too.
Ah yes, the lobotomy of a quintessential love-hate relationship. Never an interesting moment.
Does anyone remember another parody called "Psycho Chicken?" The tag line went something like, "Psycho chicken—what the fuck?"
A KROQ-FM mainstay back in the day.
PS there are few more devout TH fans here than me so it's not that I don't have anything invested in the song to begin with.
i love richard cheese's work. i first heard of him through cd baby. we both sell our records online there and have for many years. i honestly think that, while each of us does unusual—and some of you would say unwarranted—well, about mine, anyway :) —covers of these songs, we work different sides of the street. he is a rat pack jazz combo, a brilliant one. i am making musical wallpaper.
i am also pleased that my work disturbs some. that is so much better than it being met with universal indifference. after the first prozak for lovers record, i actually got hate mail... hate mail, because i had dared to tart up aqualung. my response was that i thought the song was strong enough to stand up to a little bossa nova treatment. i think the same holds true for psycho killer and lithium.
finally, nouvelle vague. someone told me about them a few years ago. i visited their website and was surprised to see their claim that their bossa nova treatment of love will tear us apart , from their 2004 release, was the very first of its kind. i had done that song on the first prozak record in 1998. i wrote to marc collin of nouvelle vague and said that i very much enjoyed the idea that one concept, come to independently by two different people in two different parts of the world, could come up with such nice results, each enjoyable in their own way. and then i mentioned love will tear us apart. we traded emails back and forth for a time. he liked the singer on his better... fair enough. not long after that, i listened to a live nouvelle vague performance of too drunk to fuck. the style of the music was that gentle sort of bossa nova thing, but the lead vocal was very emotional and fairly out of control. i asked marc if that was his intention or if the singer had more energy because of the live situation or something. i told him that, to me, this kind of music required the singer to keep emotions in check. astrud gilberto sang of such heartbreaking things, yet her voice always maintained that rather neutral quality. i treasure that quality in this kind of music.
i never heard from him again.
anyway, didn't mean to go on this long. thank you for listening and commenting. and big love to radio paradise!
bruce.
I'm glad I'm not the only one that's heard of him. Yeah, this guy totally Bogart-ed his schtick.
Does anyone remember another parody called "Psycho Chicken?" The tag line went something like, "Psycho chicken—what the fuck?"
agreed