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holmes wrote:cant believe im the only one whos gone for dr bucks.

la is good and props to the wings selection.

dr. bucks' letter is in my top ten. maybe top five. there have been days where I have listened to that song four-five times in a row just because it's so insane.

tommydski wrote:

daniel robert chapman wrote:especially 'Flat of Angles'

I considered this as my favourite Fall song.

The other day I read an old Mark Prindle review where he talked about how boring this song is and I immediately wondered if this was a not very well regarded song within the Fall's canon. Good to see other people also think this is a classic.

Dragnet is such a bizarro record to this day. The band as it was then completely nailed Smith's vision of a 'Country & Northern' bar band. This song in particular. "The streets are full of mercenary eyes". Great stuff.

Pretty much. One of those albums I always considered a weak link until I "got it". Probably the only Fall album that you have to "get".

i will have to go with "smile".


Decadence and Anarchy.


and this is my 1000th post.

So tough.

"Gut of the Quantifier" and "Bombast" might be my two favorites. Oh, and "The Classical." And "How I Wrote Elastic Man." And "Leave the Capitol." And "He Pep!" And "Fortress/Deer Park."

The Peel Session version of "Sparta FC" deserves a mention here. I absolutely fucking love that song, but the version on Country on the Click doesn't do justice to the song's greatness.

"Birmingham School of Business School" is also a fave 'round here.

"Just Step S'Ways"

burun wrote:"Birmingham School of Business School" is also a fave 'round here.

Without a doubt.

Wahwahwahwahwahwahwah-ah-wahwahwahwahwahwah.

Wings
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.

Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some hovering.
Here is a list of incorrect things.

Hovered mid-air outside a study.
An academic needed his chin,
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.

Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.

The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I’ve been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. can turn time into space.

Ended up under ardwick bridge.
With some veterans from the u.s. civil war.
They were under irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
But I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.

But, when I got back.
The place I made the purchase, no longer exists
I’d erased it under the bridge.

Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.

So now I sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.

wings has some jaw to the floor fantastic imagery, but for me it's a tie between "new face in hell" and "my ex-classmate's kids"

Really getting into "Garden" this week