Welcoming us to the number 35 on our countdown is Italian "cinematic funk band" Milano 35. Here they are in action.
35 proved a tricky number for those of you who are playing along at home, with only 4 of our regular correspondents having anything to offer. Here's a selection of those...
I was sittin' beside the road in Black Jack County. Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty, For men like me that hadn't got a penny to their name. So he locked my leg to 35 pounds of Black Jack County Chains.
Whereas our Canadian correspondent, Douglas, chose to play it safe this week with suggestions from two of my all-time favourite artists. Surely one of these must be the winner? Bruce Springsteen - My Hometown
Last night me and Kate we laid in bed Talking about getting out Packing up our bags maybe heading south I'm 35, we got a boy of our own now Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said,
"Son take a good look around... This is your hometown."
So fill her up and pick her up And ride into the breeze, You're taking all the corners That were at the 35 degrees. It's so hard to face up to It's not in no highway code, Another speedway hero's coming home.
That one even feels like Billy channeling Bruce, so extra points right there.
However, I decided to go another way this week, and I'll explain why in a moment. First though, the usual trawl through suggestions kicked up by my own hard-drive...
Onto this week's winner then, as suggested by The Swede (good to have you back) and seconded by Lynchie. Regular readers will know that The Swede suggests a Bob Dylan track most weeks on this feature, and most weeks his suggestions fall on deaf ears. This week he hit on an obvious classic though. Blonde on Blonde, the album this comes from, was the first Dylan album I ever bought, and for a good few years it was the only one I owned. I listened to it a fair bit while trying to get into his Bobness at a young age, and while it didn't quite persuade me to obsessively hunt down the rest of his back catalogue, I fostered a strange affection for it. If I was forced at gunpoint to name a favourite Dylan album, this would be my go-to. Everybody must get stoned.
That said, don't expect it to show up again at number 12. I can easily think of a dozen songs that would come before it.
34 next week. Another tough one. Your help greatly appreciated.
Even if you're not a fan of early 21st century American punk-pop, this is worth watching for the amusing video about mullets. (Which has nothing to do with lipstick, but still.)
Ah, the other young Elvis... nobody did spite like him.
Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour
Don't say a word if there is any doubt.
Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour;
you've got to cut it out.
I might be stretching the rules a little here, but I figure if she's really giving you sugar kisses, either it's a flavoured lipstick... or she's been gorging on Mars Bars prior to the snog. Either way, this is the first time I've managed to squeeze an Echo & The Bunnymen song onto this blog in 18 months, which is a crime against all reason. How the hell did it take me this long?
1. Pulp - Lipgloss
And this is why Jarvis Cocker should be canonised...
And you feel such a fool,
for laughing at bad jokes,
and putting up with all of his friends,
and kissing in public.
What are they gonna say, when they run into you again?
That your stomach looks bigger and your hair is a mess,
and your eyes are just holes in your face.
And it rains every day,
and when it doesn't,
the sun makes you feel worse anyway. Oh!
Sorry, Shaky: Lipstick, Poweder & Paint wasn't your finest hour.
But which lipstick lyric makes you want to pucker up?
