Posted on 02/20/2009 4:22:36 PM PST by fishtank
Volatile Kinks
British group mourned the failure to preserve a lost England | Arsenio Orteza
CPB/UPPA/Zuma Press/Newscom
In the 24 years since Bob Dylan's Biograph kicked off the boxed-set craze, every pop act of any significance has been enshrined in what has become the audio equivalent of the coffee-table book—every act, that is, except the Kinks.
Enter Picture Book (Sanctuary), a chronological, six-disc overview of the group's 30-year career, which was released in December, nearly 19 years after the original lineup's induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and 12 years after the final lineup's breakup.
Has it been worth the wait? For the most part, yes. The 82 songs on Discs 1 through 3 chronicle the years 1964, when their garage-band classic "You Really Got Me" exploded on both sides of the Atlantic, through 1970, when their tongue-in-cheek gender-bender classic "Lola" did the same. It was a period during which the Kinks not only kept quantitative and qualitative stride with their British Invasion peers the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and the Who but also sometimes outstrode them.
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The connection between the Kinks, Michale Savage and the Sopranos is made near the end of the article, regarding the song "Walking on a Thin Line" (There's No England Anymore).
(I get the print edition.)
Cool!
Kinks = Truth.
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They got plenty of attention from my generation all day and all of the night.
I have 7 of their songs on my IPod.
“Victoria”
Long ago life was clean
Sex was bad and obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, ‘toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgKAkyqCiXQ
The Kinks - Autumn Almanac
The Kinks - Autumn Almanac
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar,
When the dawn begins to crack.
Its all part of my autumn almanac.
Breeze blows leaves of a mustard-coloured yellow,
So I sweep them in my sack.
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.
Friday evenings, people get together,
Hiding from the weather.
Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns
Cant compensate for lack of sun,
Because the summers all gone.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.
I like my football on a saturday,
Roast beef on sundays, all right.
I go to blackpool for my holidays,
Sit in the open sunlight.
This is my street, and Im never gonna to leave it,
And Im always gonna to stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine,
cause all the people I meet
Seem to come from my street
And I cant get away,
Because its calling me, (come on home)
Hear it calling me, (come on home)
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac.
La-la-la-la...
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Ping!
“It’s a Happening Thing”.... :-)
I saw them in Pittsburgh circa 1977. Great concert.
Great tune....one of my favorites
I also like the scene in Sopranos when the Kinks “I’m not like anybody else” is played
We are the village green preservation society
God save donald duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the desperate dan appreciation society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
We are the draught beer preservation society
God save mrs. mopp and good old mother riley
We are the custard pie appreciation consortium
God save the george cross and all those who were awarded them
We are the sherlock holmes english speaking vernacular
Help save fu manchu, moriarty and dracula
We are the office block persecution affinity
God save little shops, china cups and virginity
We are the skyscraper condemnation affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
God save the village green.
Mick Avory lived round the corner a quarter mile from me when I was a kid.
And, of course...
The tax man’s taken all my dough,
And left me in my stately home,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
And I can’t sail my yacht,
He’s taken everything I’ve got,
All I’ve got’s this sunny afternoon.
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
My girlfriends run off with my car,
And gone back to her ma and pa,
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty.
Now I’m sitting here,
Sipping at my ice cold beer,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
Help me, help me, help me sail away,
Well give me two good reasons why I oughta stay.
Cause I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
Ah, save me, save me, save me from this squeeze.
I got a big fat mama trying to break me.
And I love to live so pleasantly,
Live this life of luxury,
Lazing on a sunny afternoon.
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
PROPERTYMy bags are packed, I guess its time for me to go.
I cant say where Im headed, cause I just dont know.
When I think of what Ill be losing,
Its hard to move along,
But its harder just to stay here,
Knowing that I dont belong.
Ill be in touch, dont worry, Ill be calling you.
Ive got no plans, Im not sure where Im going to.
Its hard to keep from crying,
After all that weve been through.
Ive taken everything I need,
Now all thats left belongs to you.
You take the photographs, the ones of you and me,
When we both posed and laughed to please the family.
Nobody noticed then we wanted to be free,
And now theres no more love,
Its just the property.
Its hard to keep from crying,
After all that weve been through.
Now that its all over, now that you and I are free,
Now theres nothing left except the bit of property.
Started off with nothing, started off just you and me,
Now that its all over you can keep the property.
And all the little gifts we thought wed throw away,
The useless souvenirs bought on a holiday.
We put them on a shelf, now theyre collecting dust.
We never needed them, but they outlasted us
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