“Frank’s Wild Years” by Tom Waits.
There’s a good life lesson in here somewhere, somehow, as Waits give form to dysfunction. But of course, Tom would always “rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy”:
Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a $30,000 loan at
15 1/4 % and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.
His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.
They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.
One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.
Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.
Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
Never could stand that dog.
“People Take Pictures Of Each Other” by the Kinks.
Kodak moments probed and exposed:
People take pictures of the Summer,
Just in case someone thought they had missed it,
And to proved that it really existed.
Fathers take pictures of the mothers,
And the sisters take pictures of brothers,
Just to show that they love one another.
“Bill Lee” by Warren Zevon.
A little motivational speaking, in song. Do Worry, Be Unhappy:
You're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things
Man, that's hard to do
And if you don't, they'll screw you
And if you do, they'll screw you, too.
“Back In The USSR” by the Beatles.
I wish they all could be Cold Warrior Girls. The Russkie way of life paradoxically celebrated in quintessentially All-American Beach Boys and Chuck Berry fashion. Irresistibly inspired, the execution replete with wit:
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out
They leave the west behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my my my my my my my my my mind …
…Oh, show me round your snow peaked
mountain way down south
Take me to your daddy's farm
Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out
Come and keep your comrade warm
I'm back in the USSR.