Dentro las piñones y las olas riquenas

[venta]

On the way in to work this morning I experimented with having Radio 1 on in the car. Too much talking, not enough music. Though it did make me laugh at one point.

However, at one point they deigned to play a song, and it was Basement Jaxx's new single Oh My Gosh. This seems to be the continuation of a disturbing trend started by Mike-The-Streets Skinner last year in Fit But You Know It. "I think you are really fit, You're fit but my gosh don't you know it".

Has anyone under the age of about 72 ever said "my gosh" in the last ten years ? Really ? Is it about to take off as the favoured expression of surprise among all the cool kids ? Has it already (I wouldn't know).

It also makes me wonder what, in not listening carefully to lyrics, I might have missed.

And what's next ? My Goodness Me! by Velvet Revolver ? Crumbs by the Chemical Brothers ? It's a slippery slope, I tell you.

Comments

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

I suspect you may have been victim to a Radio Edit.

I am led to believe that the album version of Dry Your Eyes, for example [incidentally, also the most irritating song released in many a year] is a string of profanity.

I'm not a big fan of "gosh", but "bother" is a favourite of mine. It's an interesting twist that these words, being little used, can make more of an impact than the rather more colourful - and originally shocking - alternatives which replaced them.

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

Oh, and in a nice tie-in with the choice of wireless station:

Up until 5pm: The Light Programme
After 5pm: The Home Service (although avoid the Archers at 7pm - those 15 minutes give you all the time you need to tune into the Commercial stations).

Yes, I will concede I do normally call them Radio 2 and Radio 4, but "wireless" has stuck!

[venta.livejournal.com]

I suspect you may have been victim to a Radio Edit.

Do you mean or Basment Jaxx, or The Streets ? It seems a bit unlikely that Basement Jaxx would release a song where even the title was different for radio (Not even Oh My *) - would lead to an awful lot of confusion, I'd have thought ?

I'm not 100% sure but I don't think the album version of Fit But You know It has different lyrics, either.

Any thoughts on best radio-edit every ? I'd rather the song did something slightly clever than just blanked out a word. My favourite is Cowboy by Kid Rock, which contains the lines:

"Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick,
My only words of wisdom are just, Suck My Dick."

The version I've got cuts out all backing, guitars etc after "...just", and replaces "suck my dick", with a calmly spoken "radio edit". It's great :)

[metame.livejournal.com]

Nice radio edit cut - although I must say that I somehow start to lose my oh-so-fashionable uber-tolerance-for-others'-sensibilities with radio edited songs. i feel cheated somehow.

Always like Evan Dando's "I don't need you to duck my sick or to make me feel good about myself", to get round the same line's offensiveness.

And Jarvis' "I don't care if you ..knew.. him" is a nice switch too - a good biblical term that one.

As for Gosh, Crikey, Crumbs, Coo - I use 'em all. There's an occasional 'Ooh Carrots!' too, but that's a Penfold-ism. And a certain amount of spiffing, top hole, by george, jingo, and suchlike cos of the dashed head-stickingness of the pennings of the old Wodehouse.

[diffrentcolours]

The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion had something of a habit of replacing swearwords with funky vinyl scratching in their radio edits, which was pretty cool.

[venta.livejournal.com]

And, of course, the fantastic Manic Street Preachers' song (whose name momentarily escapes me) that substituted a twangy guitar:

Don't want to see your face, don't want to hear your voice,
Why don't you just twang-twang ?

I'd forgotten about that one.

[diffrentcolours]

Hmm, given the number of subtly different comment notification e-mails I just received, I am concluding that it's officially Bad HTML Day on your LiveJournal ;)

[venta.livejournal.com]

Sssh, I'd have got away with it.

Bloody meddling kids.

[mejoff.livejournal.com]

stay beautiful?

[venta.livejournal.com]

Er... er...
<googles for Stay Beautiful lyrics>

Yup, that's the one :)

Oooh... destroyed by madness. I want to listen to it now. And only have it on tape. Which I've lost.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Huh. Songs which don't mention the title anywhere in the lyrics. There ought to be a law :)

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

That's instrumentals screwed, then.

[onebyone.livejournal.com]

They aren't songs.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Try telling that to Messrs. Mendelssohn and Schubert.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Instrumentals are fine.

It's songs which maliciously have choruses, and repeated lines, and other things to trick you into thinking you know the title, and then go and slap a completely unrelated line up as title that I'm down on.

[mejoff.livejournal.com]

best evarr was The Ballad of Chaisey Laine by the Bloodhound Gang, it was actually funnier because of the imagination which went into the sound effects that replaced the many, many naughty words.

[phlebas.livejournal.com]

While no fan of the Fun Loving Criminals, I was rather fond of the radio edit of their Scooby Snacks, in which the Pulp Fiction sample was very minimally muted leaving us wondering what might have come between 'motherf' and 'ing'.

[venta.livejournal.com]

"bother" is a favourite of mine

People saying 'bother' always make me think of Winnie-the-Pooh.

Which is a Good Thing, of course.

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

I suspect that's where I got it from. And I applaud your correct capitalisation of "Good Thing" :-)

[venta.livejournal.com]

I listened to (excerpts from) a borrowed copy of A Grand Don't Come For Free, and the album version of Fit... does still say "my gosh". The album version of Dry Your Eyes does have two naughty words in it (or rather the same one twice), according to my not-full-attendion listening, but it's not quite a string of profanity.

No idea about what he might say live, of course.

[broadmeadow.livejournal.com]

Second-hand information from me, I'm afraid - I couldn't stand to listen to an entire album of The Streets. But Mrs Broadmeadow has, and she complained that it was unpleasantly foul.

Still, we was brung up in the days when, for example, Blancmange's "Living On The Ceiling" had "up the cuckoo tree" in its radio edit because the album version could cause Shock and Outrage on account of it containing the word "bloody".