
Frankly Mr.Shankly, I don’t know but I always got these strange ideas and conspiracy theories inclusive and exclusively of mine own only, about almost any and every thing that goes round my head, eyes and ears going in my head, eyes and ears every time.
The 88: How Good It Can Be vs Trainspotting
This song always, (I mean the audio, and not the video version coz my eye screens are already booked with the Guitarist Twin and Clone of the Guitarist with the disgusting tunes from My Chemical Romance), almost visualizes me (or is that the schizofriendly Vivid Visions) with lotsa QOTSA feel good hit & heat of the summer& certain ocean colour scenes from TrainSpotting, the bastard child on the ceiling of Danny and Irvine, no no no not you& me. we can be all we want to be, to be lazy whenever summer or winter whatever.
Like and ass or butt for instance, take a good look at the first of the lines, words, phrases and sentences, well whatever! the Lyrics…..
“With the cops on your lips it’s a holy routine.
If you could stop all your trips you could see what I mean.”
Now, here and nowhere else, I can see seriously with both my eyes closed, Sick Boy hiding hideously, and Spud and Renton running before the Fuzz chasing after them; and then Renton railing himself halting wrongly right into the front of the window shield of a stalling car and grinning with shining burning Bright Eyes on High,
I forgot not to slip bout your under eighteen
That would be bout Diane and Renton slipping out after making out one night out, out on the way to school in the morn.
You Had It in Your Hands
Leave it Up to me
It’s a known disease
Keep it in your fleece
Don’t worry about the customs police, don’t
I’ll tell you just how good it could be this *Lazy summer.
But you got no relief from the pain in your head
And it’s hollow and greased and it says you are dead
But you make fun and tease and the things you said.This is all so pretty obvious, aint it? Right outta the opening Quotes from both the Movie and the Novel;
Well! Well! Well! You Just Can’t Tell.
Here are some cryptic clues
Renton Heating up the spoon, and mainlining under the sleeves,
Spud totally gone on good, how much I don’t know but no, holding the face and kissing Mother Superior,
Sick Boy displaying his contrabands safe, hidden in the folding contraption of his shoe heels
So Verily Sadly Tommy testing positive in a negative way and wasting away;
And addiction being such a not so good, well known but renowned progressive disease without any known Cure except keeping it in check and in between the cheeks by the Grace of the Pagan God AA/NA;
“You can check out anytime you like but you can never leave”. (Damn my education, I can’t find the words bout the things caught in my mind.
It’s really dastardly embarrassing for me here fearlessly quoting the eagles & vultures from 1969 at the country house or hotel whatsoever or whatsonever, but it suits the bestest and fit perfectest.)
“They always stab your back; they always stab your back”
Yeah,!Yeah !Yeah! no no no no Oh No! Visualize the vicious violent and the baddie BegBie, with a switch blade and Thinkest thee of Him and Sick Boy stalking, bugging and K.Oing. Renton all the way 2 London.
“And I have been holding out for love ever since I have a heart”
Last but Absolutely and Obsoletely Not the Least, This One above is the Best One down, something only Someone and only a Recovering One can experiment and experience, a funny feeling with the most neediest need to fill the void and ending up high and down with a passport NA hallowed hollow and a hardened heart of otherwise an other another world, looking forward for backward times to choose and chase not life and angels but dragons to die…..
*check out the video of Lazy by Suede.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YP2enk5w5fk
Lyrics and Chords
The 88: How Good It Can Be
[intro]Cm Ab Eb Bb Cm Ab Eb Bb F
[verse] Cm Ab Eb Bb
With the cops on your lips it’s a holy routine
Cm Ab Eb Bb
If you’d stop all your trips you could see what I mean
Cm Ab Eb Bb
I forgot not to slip bout your under eighteen
[prechorus]
F F Gm
You had it in your hands, had it in your hands
Ab Ab A
You had it in your hands, had it in your hand
Bb
Your hands
[chorus]
Eb Eb/D
Leave it up to me
Cm G
It’s a known disease
Ab Eb
Keep it in your fleece
Ab Eb
Don’t worry about the customs police, don’t
Ab Fm Bb
I’ll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
[verse]
Cm Ab Eb Bb
But you got no relief from the pain in your head
Cm Ab Eb Bb
and it’s hollow and greased and it says that you’re dead
Cm Ab Eb Bb
But you make fun and tease and the things that you said
[prechorus]
F F Gm
They always stab your back, always stab your back
Ab Ab A
They always stab your back, always stab your back
Bb
Your back
[chorus]
Eb Eb/D
Leave it up to me
Cm G
It’s a known disease
Ab Eb
Keep it in your fleece
Ab Eb
Don’t worry about the customs police, don’t
Ab Fm Bb
I’ll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
[solo]
Cm Ab Eb Bb
e
------------11----------------------11--13--15--13-------------|
B---13---13------13--11--13--11--13-----------------------------|
G---------------------------------------------------------------|
D---------------------------------------------------------------|
A---------------------------------------------------------------|
E---------------------------------------------------------------|
Cm Ab Eb
Bb
e------------11----------------------11--13--15--13-------------|
B---13---13------13--11--13--11--13-----------------------------
|G---------------------------------------------------------------|
D---------------------------------------------------------------|
A---------------------------------------------------------------
|E---------------------------------------------------------------|
Cm Ab Eb Bb
e------------11----------------------11--13--15--13-------------|
B---13---13------13--11--13--11--13-----------------------------|
G---------------------------------------------------------------|
D---------------------------------------------------------------|
A---------------------------------------------------------------|
E---------------------------------------------------------------|
[prechorus]
F F Gm
They always stab your back, always stab your back
Ab Ab A
They always stab your back, always stab your back
B
bYour backplayed with the above:
F Ab Bb
e---13--15------13--15------13--15------------------------------|
B-----------13----------13----------15--------------------------|
G---------------------------------------------------------------|
D---------------------------------------------------------------|
A---------------------------------------------------------------
|E---------------------------------------------------------------|
[chorus]
Eb Eb/D
Leave it up to me
Cm G
It’s a known disease
Ab Eb
Keep it in your fleece
Ab Eb
Don’t worry about the customs police, don’t
Ab Fm Bb
I’ll tell you just how good it could be this lazy summer
[final chorus]
Eb Eb/D
Leave it up to me
Cm G
It’s a known disease
Ab Eb
Keep it in your fleece
Ab Eb
Don’t worry about the customs police, don’t
Ab Eb
I’ll tell you just how good it could be
Fm
And I’ve been holding out for loveBb ever since I had a heart
[fade out]
here's the link to the think of how good it could be.....