They Might Be Giants ALERT

who watches over you?

 

When online chat rooms were first coming up, I was on something called WBS when I was at UK. it actually scrolled and private messages were shaded like red so you could see when someone was talking to you. So primitive.

But after your name you had a little notation in parentheses, and mine was always "Not to put too fine a point on it, say I'm the only bee in your bonnet."

 

I've always been stunned that "Birdhouse" isn't considered their biggest hit.

 

Sirs, Madames,

Guy hanging out with my daughter. I'm singing Dr Worm under my breath ... and he says "I love Dr Worm."

"Can I call you son?"

o-<

 

Arrange the marriage now. I'll come to the wedding.

 

Letterbox always struck my fancy from that album... that and minimum wage (HIYA, wha-peesh!)

 

Why did Constantinople get the works?

 

That's nobody's business but the Turks.

 

Nice track-by-track Flood recollections from Flansburgh and Linnell here. TMBG is doing a kid-friendly show at the Dallas House of Blues on Halloween. Does not look like they'll be performing later that evening.

 

Flood is easily, without question, indubitably my favorite of their albums. Just stellar.

 

"It's a brand new record for 1990 ... They Might Be Giants' brand new album ... FLOOD."

 

Lucky Ball And Chain is my dark-horse favorite of theirs. It's one of those I keep forgetting how much I love until it pops up on my iTunes and then I'm tapping along.

I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She threw away her baby-doll
I held on to my pride
But I was young and foolish then
I feel old and foolish now

Confidentially --
she never called me baby-doll
Confidentially --
I never had much pride
But now I rock a bar stool
and I drink for two
just pondering this time bomb in my mind

I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door

I could shake my tiny fist
and swear I wasn't wrong
But what's the sense in arguing
when you're all alone?
Sure as you can't steer a train
you can't change your fate
And when she told me off that day
I knew I'd lost my home

Confidentially --
I never told you of her charms
Confidentially --
we never had a home
But this railroad apartment
was the perfect place
when she'd sit and hold me in her arms

I lost my lucky ball & chain
Now she's four years gone
Just five feet tall and sick of me
And all my rattling on

She walked away from a happy man
I thought I was so cool
I just stood there whistling
"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door
"There goes the bride" as she walked out the door