Tuesday, March 27, 2007

It's Beautiful

I decide that as a treat to Patroclus, I will make up a song about my hair. This song is ONE HUNDRED PER CENT ORIGINAL and any other similarity to other songs is a coincidence, and in fact proof of convergent evolution, which is how icthyosaurs and dolphins look very similar, and a swan's beak is the same as a flamingo's beak but upside down (this is true).

The song goes, a little something, a-like this:

(sings)

My hair is brilliant.
My hair is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
It smiled at me on the subway.
It was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful.
It's beautiful, it's true.
I saw my hair in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with it.

Yeah, it caught my eye,
As I walked on by.
It could see from my face that I was,
Flying high, [ - video/radio edited version]
Fucking high, [ - CD version]
And I don't think that I'll see it again
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful.
It's beautiful, it's true.
I saw my hair in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with it.

It's beautiful. It's beautiful.
It's beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When I thought up that I should be with it.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

But then I realised it was a reflection, and it was my hair after all, phew (might change this end bit).




PATROCLUS: Will you be taking this into your meeting this afternoon?
ME: (rather pityingly) I don't think I should go straight in with my best stuff.

But it is potentially a quite important meeting (there is a very slim chance that Stephen Fry will be there*), and I do have an AMAZING SINGING VOICE, specialising in high-piched bits. Hmm. I shall decide on the tube.



* this isn't actually very likely at all.



UPDATE: the meeting was very pleasant, thanks for asking. S. Fry wasn't there and/so I didn't sing the song.

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22 Comments:

At 12:09 PM, Blogger Lucy Diamond said...

Patroclus is a lucky, LUCKY woman.

 
At 12:17 PM, Blogger Sylvia said...

sob! indeed she is.....reminds me of a Meatloaf song (yes, in my dreams I AM Mrs Loud) :

Can you make me some magic with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?

Hope the meeting goes well. At least I've got my bookclub at the National this evening - we're discussing the lovely bones - and I'm hopeful that I'll bump into a certain Biondo Tiziano while I'm there.

 
At 2:11 PM, Blogger Boz said...

I saw an advert in the paper today for an alarm clock that wakes you up with the voice to Stephen Fry in a Jeeves sty-lee.

This is amazing.

 
At 3:25 PM, Anonymous Ros x said...

well done james for the song that was totally origanal and I loved it :D and oooh Stephen Fry! exciting that would be very cool if you do meet him - he knows everything!

 
At 4:28 PM, Blogger cello said...

So, your next gig is writing Bruce Forsyth's 'witty' continuity on Strictly Come Dancing is it? God -I love that show!

 
At 5:23 PM, Blogger patroclus said...

My neighbours and I can confirm that James has a mighty falsetto singing voice, perhaps best appreciated during one of his impromptu 5.00am practice sessions for his award-worthy karaoke rendition of that 'Grace Kelly' song.

On the other hand, he does make a very nice sausage casserole.

 
At 5:49 PM, Blogger H said...

Can I just clarify that this is a song about the hair on your head?

Rather than, say, back hair or the hair on your big toes.

Actually that could be considered a highly personal question.

I'll get my coat.

 
At 6:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe a sexy dance would have been more in order..

 
At 6:38 PM, Blogger Billy said...

And there's a radio edit as well. I am impressed.

 
At 8:31 PM, Blogger Fat Roland said...

Erm...

 
At 8:43 PM, Blogger belladona said...

Good luck with that, then.

 
At 8:52 PM, Blogger belladona said...

Bloody hell, James, it's ten minutes later after reading this post and the stupid bloody song is still in my head.
*taps side of head like the goblin in 'Labyrinth'*
Out! Get out! Bah.

 
At 9:39 AM, Blogger James Moran said...

Eyes blurring due to lack of coffee, I glanced at Patroclus' comment and for a brief, terrifying moment thought I saw the phrase "sausage karaoke". Instantly my mind was filled with terrible, terrible images. I blame all of you, and the internets, and the parents.

Word id thing: rabmob, which I think sums up this whole unpleasant incident.

 
At 9:41 AM, Anonymous Marsha Klein said...

Ha ha ha!
I suggest you write a book, along the lines of "101 Uses For a Dead Cat" (not blue), called "101 Rewrites of Crap Songs"

 
At 12:26 PM, Blogger Jen said...

I don't know if it's just that I've been awake for nine hours now and it's only half twelve; but I have a feeling that song would do well in the charts...

Wait - I'm having another promonition; don't release it. Ever. It'll play 43 times a day, wherever you go, and Britain will hate you for it...

 
At 1:06 PM, Blogger baggiebird said...

Wow James that song has such a haunting melody, but I think upon the 5 millionth listening it may grate, but I wish you every success with it.

 
At 2:05 PM, Blogger Sylvia said...

I can vouch for the grating. It was the soundtrack to our summer in Italy in 2005. I dread to think what it'll be this year. Mercifully we're only there for three weeks this year.

Anyway. Bookclub went very well - we spent a total of, ooh, 5 mins, on the book, and chatted for the rest of the time. No sign of il biondo tiziano - we even checked the motorbike parking bays for a Ducati......

what happened at your meeting then? Are you too busy cooking and singing to tell us?

 
At 1:49 PM, Blogger Dave said...

I found that very moving.

 
At 9:43 PM, Blogger Valerie said...

I really laughed far more than this deserved, but then..

I'm so deeply saddened that Stephen Fry didn't get to hear your masterwork. Perhaps one day.

 
At 8:40 AM, Blogger patroclus said...

If Stephen Fry lives anywhere within a mile radius of Askew Road, London W12, he probably *has* heard it.

 
At 5:55 PM, Blogger james henry said...

You're just jealous because you can't sing as high as me.

 
At 12:33 PM, Blogger Jen said...

Aye, but can you sing as high as that Mika lad?

Like, can you sing through 'Love Today' without spontaneously combusting?

 

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