You would think I had sex on the brain... which I do and I don't. Music and sex, you know, they just go together.
This morning I was really drawing a blank on what to write about. So I trawled the void I call my brain and started thinking about the music I love when it unexpectedly comes on the radio or on the iPod when I have shuffle on. The song I've forgotten about until there it is... and then, instant joy.
This song is definitely in that category. I don't know who James are or is. I don't know any of their/his other songs. I just know this song is super fun to sing along to and I love that rolling drum bit.
Laid (recent live version from YouTube, who knew they were still around and touring)
This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you’re so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home