Friday, December 03, 2004

Sweet Gene Vincent - Ian Dury

Ian DuryRemember this guy? If you've never heard of him and his band the Blockheads maybe you've heard the phrase sex and drugs and rock n roll. In 1977 Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll was released as a single, with little success even though now it's a classic must have song. In 1978 they released the album New Boots and Panties which no music connoisseur should be without. Today I'm featuring a song off that album. It's actually an ode to Gene Vincent. Ian Dury was a victim of polio with a thick cockney accent and honestly was unable to carry a tune. His singing relied on the rhythm of the words and it worked well although sometimes you think "What the 'ells ee sayin'"

Here it is, but don't be fooled! The song starts out damn slow with a few verses then it pauses and then wham it hits you in the gut with a flat out rock n roll frenzy. Check out that piano and guitars. Halfway through the song you're thinking I must know the lyrics to this song so I will provide them below. One of my all time favorite songs of all time. Enjoy!!

Sweet Gene Vincent by Ian Dury and the Blockheads

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Lyrics to Sweet Gene Vincent

blue gene baby

skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
the beauties were breif
shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
and a black hankercheif?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
sweet gene vincent
young and old and gone
sweet gene vincent
(brief pause)

who, who, who slapped john?

white face, black shirt
white socks, black shoes
black hair, white strat
bled white, died black

sweet gene vincent
let the blue roll tonight
at the sock hop ball in the union hall
where the bop is there delight

here come duck-tailed Danny dragging Uncanny Annie
she's tehone with the flying feet
you can break the peace daddy sickle grease
the beat is reet complete
and you jump back honey in the dungerees
tight sweater and a ponny tail
will you guess her age when she comes back stage?
the hoodlems bite thier nails

black gloves, white frost
black crepe, white lead
white sheet, black knight
jet black, dead white

sweet gene vincent
there's one in every town
and the devil drives 'till the hurse arrives
and you lay that pistol down

sweet gene vincent
there's nowhere left to hide
with lazy skin and ash-tray eyes
a perforated pride

so farewell mademoiselle, knicker-bocker hotel
farewell to money owed
but when your leg still hurts and you need more shirts
you got to get back on the road

Unfortunately Ian died in the year 2000 at the age of 57. Thankfully the music remains and sounds better today than ever.

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R. Piggy said...

I'm diggin' that Sweet Jean song. And I reciprocated that link, thanks. Come visit anytime.