Temptation greets you like your naughty mate,
One that made you steal and set things on fire,
But one you haven’t seen of late.
Category: alex turner
A Brit a Day [#1072]
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl’s telephone beeps
Yeah she’s dashing for the exit she’s running to the streets outside
“Oh you’ve saved me,” she screams down the line
“The band weren’t very good
And I’m not having a nice time”
Yeah but his bird thinks it’s amazing, though
So all that’s left
Is the proof that love’s not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he’s from Hunter’s Bar
I don’t quite know the distance
But I’m sure that’s far I’m sure that’s pretty far
I’d love to tell you all my problem
You’re not from New York City, you’re from Rotherham
Men from Yorkshire seem to have a way with words. I’ve always said that Sheffield boy Alex Turner [who wrote the song ‘Fake Tales of San Francisco’ for his band Arctic Monkeys when he was about five or something] could make the English language lay down at his feet, rhyming.
And then, of these three idiots who make me laugh until the tears come, two have a connection to Rotherham. James May grew up there. And Jeremy Clarkson trained to be a journalist at the Rotherham Advertiser.
And then there was Albert Gardner, a displaced Yorkshireman who, along with his wife May, made us feel like family when we visited Kilwinning, Scotland, in 2000. The Gardners became like adopted grandparents to me, and while Al may have been able to keep the neighbors in stitches, I’ll never really know how witty his jokes were. His Yorkshire accent was so heavy that I understood naught of what he said.
A Brit a Day [#839]
After last night’s opening ceremony of the London Olympic Games, my head is spinning with Brits I’d like to humbly thank/honor/kneel down to for the emotionally charged spectacle they laid before my watering eyes: Danny Boyle, J K Rowling, Sir Paul McCartney, Alex Turner and the Arctic Monkeys [for that awesome cover of ‘Come Together.’ I remember when Alex Turner was too young to drink in the clubs he played in–he finally looks like a grown up man.]
But for the sheer happiness his appearance brought me, I have to pick Sir Kenneth Branagh in a stovepipe hat……
….followed at a respectable distance by Daniel Craig transforming the Queen of England into a Bond girl.
As another viewer wrote on Tumblr, “Anyone know where I can download an app that turns me into a Brit?”
A Brit a Day [#540]
Topless models doing semaphores
wave their flags as she walks by and get ignored
Illuminations on a rainy day
When she walks her footsteps sing a reckless serenade
I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what it is I mean
Called up to listen to the voice of reason
And got the answering machine
The type of kisses where teeth collide
When she laughs her heaven’s horn
A stun gun lullaby
Those twinkling vixens
With a shine spiralize
Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she’s walking by
–Alex Turner
A Brit a Day [#532]
“Have you been drinking son, you don’t look old enough to me”
“I’m sorry officer is there a certain age you’re supposed to be?.. nobody told me”
Up rolled the riot van
And these lads just wind the coppers up
Ask why they don’t catch proper crooks
Get their address and their name’s took
But they couldn’t care less
He got thrown in the riot van
And all the coppers kicked him in
And there was no way he could win
Just had to take it on the chin