Today is, I'm presuming in the US, but maybe elsewhere too, "National Repeat Day".
I'll let them explain...
Ever had an experience that was so amazing, it’s worth doing twice? Or said something so brilliant that it simply bears repeating? Well, that’s exactly what this day is all about.
What?!?
National Repeat Day invites people to lean into the oddly satisfying side of doing something again on purpose. It can be as simple as replaying a favourite song or as ambitious as recreating an entire “best day ever” itinerary.
Was this written by AI? What exactly is "oddly satisfying" about doing something you like again? Why do I need a special day to play my favourite song again?
The rest of you should just be glad that Martin stays in bed till the afternoon most Saturdays.
2. Good afternoon, Batgirls.
This was one of those clues where I didn't want to over-egg the pudding. Originally it was something like "Good afternoon from Japan, Batgirls and Dog Ladies", but really... you didn't need all that. Well, Martin didn't, anyway.
Seriously, you wouldn't mess around on Robyn. She would mess you up.
Somebody said you got a new friend Does she love you better than I can? There's a big black sky over my town I know where you're at, I bet she's around Yeah, I know it's stupid I just gotta see it for myself I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, I keep dancing on my own
I realise there are many out there who hate the fact that Marshall gave Dido a career as a result of this track, but if you can get past that it's both scary and hilarious. Plus it's the record that proves once and for all that Eminem is a Phil Collins fan...
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months and still no word – I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who could've saved that other guy from drownin' But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is You could've rescued me from drowning Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we could've been together – think about it!
And of course, I can't post that without also posting this*, which I still find hilarious. Your mileage may vary. (*Enjoy your holiday, Jez.)
It doesn't get more 80s than this. I was 15 when this song came out. It soundtracked my teenage desperation...
You don't know how long I have wanted To touch your lips and hold you tight, oh You don't know how long I have waited And I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own And my love for you is still unknown Alone
You've no idea how much those lyrics still make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
I was reading a US article the other day that called Morrissey a "one hit wonder" and cited this track as said hit. What a bizarre world.
That aside, can you imagine anything more bizarre than being stalked by Mozzer? "Call the cops!", as Shaun Ryder would say.
Oh, by the way, while I like the new Morrissey single a lot and am looking forward to the album, I do wish he'd keep his mouth shut while promoting it.
Actually, I could probably devote a whole Top Ten to Wedding Present Songs wherein David Gedge ends up stalking someone. Here's one of the best.
Why do my steps get this small When I reach your front door And I wait outside for you to come back out And your light goes out You don't know me but I'm still here And God the last time I saw you You were, oh, this near And there's a thousand things I wished I'd said and done But the moment's gone...
The guys from Tommy Tutone employ a very similar pick-up strategy to Randy Newman.
Jenny, Jenny you're the girl for me You don't know me but you make me so happy I tried to call you before, but I lost my nerve I tried my imagination but I was disturbed
Jens gets stalked by a girl from the post office. They all fall for him, psychogirls.
She sent me an SMS But it felt more like an SOS, a cry for help I know your life has been a mess You cried yourself to sleep as a child In your mommy's dress and your summerdress But stop following me, psychogirl I have enough problems to deal with on my own Just turn around now, psychogirl Your eyes are like knives, cutting into my bones And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist?
Line up her if you'd like Debbie Harry as a stalker...
I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall Where I can see it all, find out who ya' call Lead you to the supermarket checkout, some specials and rat food Get lost in the crowd...
1. Elvis Costello - I Want You
Genuinely one of the scariest songs ever written. So good, they made a film out of it.
It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for I want you It's knowing that he knows you now after only guessing It's the thought of him undressing you or you undressing
There is plenty for a third volume. If I'm not arrested first.
Looking for a definition of the phrase "phallic imagery"? Look no further...
Also, you know that nightmare you have where you leave the house without your trousers and everyone is staring and pointing at you and eventually you get chased by a load of sailors...?
Today's the worst day of Andrew Mueller's life... except for yesterday. And he's not overly optimistic about tomorrow. His solution is to call up every science lab in town, looking for a time machine that he can borrow. You get the idea...
From the amazing new album, Tape Deck Heart... though you have to buy the Deluxe Edition to get this doozy...
I’m a gonna build myself a time machine
On particle physics and the power of steam
It runs on diesel oil and Donnie Darko daydreams...
Packed up, sat in my DeLorean
Like some kind of amateur historian
I’ll visit the Renaissance and the Romans, the Victorians
Drinking in Deadwood in the 1880s
Rock 'n roll and drive-thrus in the 1950s
Trying not to change things so the plot lines don’t get shifty...
1. Huey Lewis & The News - Back In Time
Often overshadowed by that other Huey song from Back To The Future, this is the lesser-remembered track that plays out over the end credits. And if that sax intro doesn't take you back in time to 1985, 1.21 gigawatts isn't going to help you...
Tell me, doctor, where are we going this time Is it the 50s - or 1999?
Ah, yes, remember when 1999 was in the distant future?
Great Scott! Comments? Where we're going, we don't need comments...
Lawrence (of Felt & Denim fame) returned earlier this year with a new album from his third band, including this wonderful hymn to alienation which has him bemoaning his uselessness at humanoid relationships before guiltily confessing: "Yet I admit I'm still susceptible to vaginas." When was the last time Gary Barlow wrote a lyric like that?
I remember when this was released, the record company promoted it as Radiohead's answer to Bohemian Rhapsody. I still think that comparison holds true. Like Bo Rap, there's far more going on here than one song can usually hold... and yet, it works.
Back in my Championship Hearts playing days, I went by the moniker 'Marvin': the original Paranoid Android. Life - don't talk to me about life...
Those were the songs that get me robot-dancing... which one gives you a binary solo?