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I'm gonna come right out and say it: who doesn't like a cleverly-worded, hand-clapping, chanting song about masturbation and dark, filthy thoughts?

At this point you ought to be used to the peculiar quiver in Russell's voice, but just in case you're not, now's as good of a time as any to acquaint yourself with it.

"Beaver O'Lindy"

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

"Beaver O'Lindy" is almost like a warm-up to prepare you for the falsetto in "Nothing is Sacred" - both tunes are of similar tempo, but of slightly different lyrical matter, almost as if the next song is an afterthought.

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

I adore the next track. It's one of those songs that make Weird Al's allegiance to Sparks highly understandable because it's just that clever. I also used this song to gently tease my significant other (who could very well be a "Bob" if it suited him) when he was learning to drive.

This isn't the first time you've heard strings in a Sparks song and it certainly won't be the last.

"Here Comes Bob"

Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW:

04-23-2015, 05:13 PM	#22 (permalink)
ladyislingering Maelian Join Date: Apr 2012 Location: Seattle Posts: 695	I'm gonna come right out and say it: who doesn't like a cleverly-worded, hand-clapping, chanting song about masturbation and dark, filthy thoughts? At this point you ought to be used to the peculiar quiver in Russell's voice, but just in case you're not, now's as good of a time as any to acquaint yourself with it. "Beaver O'Lindy" Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: I'm one minute older and I'm doing all right I'll gain valuable experience in front of you tonight They say my voice is going to change I'm one minute older, I'm doing all right I'll gain valuable experience with you tonight They say my voice is going to change It cracks like Arctic ice-flows then it croaks like old-folks homes B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, I'm the London that is dead, I'm the boy in your bed B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, sure you've seen me before, No doubt you'll see much more Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed The trash man’s valet, the words that you say You've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV I'm the words that you say, the words that you say The trash man’s valet and the words that you say Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV I'm your wallet-sized friend, your wallet-sized friend The London that's dead, the London that's dead Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y Well, sure you've seen me before, No doubt you'll see much more "Beaver O'Lindy" is almost like a warm-up to prepare you for the falsetto in "Nothing is Sacred" - both tunes are of similar tempo, but of slightly different lyrical matter, almost as if the next song is an afterthought. Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: Nothing...no nothing, is...is, sacred ...no sacred, any more Adding some of this to some of that madame science wins again We are now forever people, we'll outlive our will to live Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I remember when i needed you several billion years ago If you'll hang on just a trifle more i might need you once again Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more I am sure you will appreciate your new found leisure time I am sure we will appreciate our new found leisure time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Well, if you have the money i've got time And if you know a honey i've got time If you have the money i've got time And if you know a honey i've got time Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more Nothing is sacred any more... I adore the next track. It's one of those songs that make Weird Al's allegiance to Sparks highly understandable because it's just that clever. I also used this song to gently tease my significant other (who could very well be a "Bob" if it suited him) when he was learning to drive. This isn't the first time you've heard strings in a Sparks song and it certainly won't be the last. "Here Comes Bob" Spoiler for LYRICS BELOW: When I spot a driver worth a second glance Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved Here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear Here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends Sometimes I'll stoop to hitting Two-door coupes without the frills But that's just for casual acquaintances, For stripped-down thrills Your car, girl -or mine? It doesn't matter, doesn't matter, no But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines. It's always nice if something big Is acting as your go-between And for group encounters I'll hit buses, Mobile homes, or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town Most (guys scare?) eyes stare at nothing much at all But here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends Friends, acquaintances! Instant adulation comes to some at birth Born to queens or corporate entities But here comes Bob! Someday they'll put me away I'll think back on active days Most were worth the minor scars Some were worth the damaged cars And the judge will say to me: "Bob, you've got a bad means to a worthwhile end" Well, here comes Bob! __________________ You and I, We were born to die.