Fine :: James

happy july 1 everyone! man, i don't know about you, but this summer is going by sorta fast...the first of the month totally creeped up on me! anyway, back to the music...

i came across James when i was at work a couple of weeks ago and listening to pandora.com. this group is from england and has been around for quite some time (since 1981), but they are new to me. this particular song is off their 2001 album, pleased to meet you.

again...following the trend of the season, i feel like this particular song is fitting for summer. when i listened to it the first time, i immediately wished i was just chillin outside in a hammock, with a rum & coke in hand...just laying in the sun. that's what i wish i were doing right now actually...that would be nice...i also felt a similarity between James and Lykke Li, who we have blogged about a while back...these two musical acts fit well together...


anyway, this band has been together a long time, however, after this album was released, the lead singer, Tim Booth, quit the band....but then he got back together with them and is currently working on a new album w/the group!

hope y'all enjoy the song.
the end.
love,
meggo

(cool thing about this picture: it is a composite of all the band members faces! neat, huh?)

Fine :: James

I’m a boomerang
In the outback
Keep your throwing arm steady
So I get home
I’m a vampire bat
Out in shanghai
Haven’t eaten in four days
I’ve ordered in a chinese takeaway

I show more than I hide
I care more than I cry
I’m a phonograph baby
My wires are live
And I’m in crisscross

Fine. I feel fine.

I’m a fortune cookie
Full of cheap advice
I’m a suicide rookie
Blowing last call

Show more than I hide
Care more than I can cry
I’m a phonograph baby
My wires are live
And I’m in crisscross

Fine. I feel fine.

BONUS:





Dance, Dance, Dance :: Lykke Li

Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance and dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat
The words are, written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are, written in the air
Dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
Easy conversations, there's no such thing
No I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy
But when I trip on my feet
Look at the ground
The words are, written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air
Dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, dance