LP is Laura Pergolizzi, who has written for Rihanna, Backstreet Boys, Cher, Rita Ora and Christina Aguilera among others. “Lost on You” was a platinum-selling single in Italy, France, Greece, Poland, and Switzerland. It also topped the charts in Israel, Turkey, Romania and Serbia, yet it somehow missed the top 40 in the US.
(Here we go)
When you get older, plainer, saner When you remember all the danger we came from Burning like embers, falling, tender Long before the days of no surrender Years ago and well you know
Smoke ’em if you got ’em ‘Cause it’s going down All I ever wanted was you I’ll never get to heaven ‘Cause I don’t know how
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you could cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Oh oh Is that lost on you? Oh oh Baby, is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?
Wishing I could see the machinations Understand the toil of expectations in your mind Hold me like you never lost your patience Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time And you’re still mine
So smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em ‘Cause it’s going down All I ever wanted was you Let’s take a drink of heaven This can turn around
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you could cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Oh oh Is that lost on you? Oh oh, oh oh Baby, is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you cold cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?
Dean Ween and Gene Ween–Mickey Melchiondo and Aaron Freeman respectively–have made a career of what reviewer Stephen Thomas Erlewine called “cheerful vulgarity”.
But with Dean and Gene each having now released solo material, it’s easy to discern that Dean was the writer more given to the madcap Zappa-esque tendencies and showcases for guitar pyrotechnics while Gene provided the smoother, more mellifluous moments of a typical Ween album.
“Exercise Man” is credited to the Dean Ween Group, but it’s classic Ween.
On her Grammy nominated 2015 debut, Courtney Barnett sliced through the muck largely due to a brilliant off-the-cuff lyric style, a wry, witty sense of detail, and a punk lite, almost Dylanesque delivery.
All good stuff.
But “Need a Little Time”, from the sophomore outing Tell Me How You Really Feel, confounded expectation. Where most of Barnett’s work playfully jabs at your frontal lobe, this one earnestly pulls at your heart. And the melodic hook here is like a fall into a vat of strawberry-flavored taffy.
This blog doesn’t plug many contemporary country tunes. But we do like to give props to a clever song in any genre. And we think “You Broke Up with Me” transcends the typically safe, vacuous ear fodder emblematic of the current country genre.
In fact, I’d go so far as to say that for this listener personally, “You Broke Up with Me” sets the standard in terms of sheer density of playful lyrical cleverness. The pre-chorus beginning with “Darlin’ you can’t crash my party…” is jaw-dropping, and the chorus that follows it is almost equally inspired.
Walker Hayes’ smile-inducing lyric sensibility and vocal delivery may bring rapper Macklemore to mind. While bro country wants to keep singing that same clichéd song that ticks the usual boxes (Friday nights, drinking beer, pickup trucks, painted-on jeans and all the other obligatory country markers) hopefully Hayes signals something fresh.
Well, I got some Coke in my bourbon Surfin’ the room like Swazye No, I ain’t drunk, I’m amazing Yeah, I got that laid way, way back, back in my swagger Xfactor, feeling no pain I’m at the top of my game
Darlin’ you can’t crash my party with your “sorry’s” and “what are we’s?” Don’t start rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’ You’re forgettin’, girl you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (hey!)
Woah girl, simmer on down a notch Ain’t nobody making you watch me get my “forget you” on No girl, can’t touch my “good as gold” I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll (hey!) But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say babe, you broke up with me
Guess you don’t know what you want ‘Til you see I’m movin’ on Makin’ lonely look like freedom Baby, don’t even act like I’m doing something wrong If my song comes on and I get lost on that dance floor In somebody’s arms that ain’t yours
You can’t crash my party with your “sorry’s” and “what are we’s?” Don’t be rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’ You’re forgettin’ girl you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (hey!)
Woah girl, simmer on down a notch Ain’t nobody making you watch me get my “forget you” on No girl, can’t touch my “good as gold” I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll (hey!) But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say babe, you broke up with me
For real babe, ain’t tryin’ rub it your face I’m just breakin’ off a little cold hard truth It is what it is girl, you did what you did girl I’m just doin’ what a bachelor do
Darlin’, you can’t crash my party with your “sorry’s” and “what are we’s?” Don’t be rainin’ on my Mardi Gras parade for a minute (quit it!) I ain’t even fixin’ to listen to your guilt trippin’ You’re forgettin’, girl you made your bed and didn’t want me in it (hey!)
Woah girl, simmer on down a notch Ain’t nobody making you watch me get my “forget you” on No girl, can’t touch my “good as gold” I know it’s difficult to see me on a roll But hey, you broke up with me Yeah, what can I say babe, you broke up with me (hey!)