Last weekend I watched a fascinating documentary on Harry Nilsson. You remember that guy- he sang the theme to Midnight Cowboy, "Everybody's Talkin'," even if he didn't write it. He did that kooky "Put the lime in the coconut" ditty. He partied with John Lennon and apparently sent the anointed one to rehab and god, which is probably redundant. Anyway, after his breakthrough album sold a gillion copies, he imploded and insisted the following song be his next single. I like this man, at least at a humble distance.
"You're Breakin' My Heart"
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart so fuck you
All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue
You won't boogaloo,
Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooohhh
You're breakin' my heart,
You're tearing it apart but fuck you
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart, boo-hoo
You stepped on my ass
You're breakin' my glasses too
You won't drive my car, might be a star
I've had enough of you
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame so fuck you
You can't have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooohhh
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart so fuck you
You gotta have your way
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to do, ooooowww
You're breakin' my heart
You're tearing it apart but I love you
2 comments:
I feel Ike Nillson has been the subject of a thousand Mojo articles. And yet I've never felt compelled tovlisten to his music. I don't know why. Maybe the documentary would change my mind.
I've bought some new vinyl of late. Maybe I'll get off my ass and write something. If the little buggers will allow it. They've been up at 2 on the dot each night. Party time!
yea, I've passed by his records in the dollar bins for twenty years- I don't even know what compelled me to watch the thing other than it was streamed free through Netflix. It was pretty interesting, though, as he was one of Charlie Sheen party types who was only bi-winning for awhile.
Jesus, haven't you heard of baby-halcyon? Get them ready for ritalin by dosing them as infants- sleep soundly. You heard it here first, where I sleep uneasily in hell.
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