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Wore sandals and shaved my head
And used Body Shop conditioner, burned incense like crazy
I could call myself a spirit head
But I only went to India to look on top
I wore sandals 'cause I'd smoked all my money
And I shaved off all my hair 'cause I had the fleas
I'd been sleeping all over
And the Body Shop conditioner was a present from a friend
And the incense used to hide the smell
Of the drug den that I lay in
And so I ask myself what my motives are
For this lying need to look so free
And if I tell myself real honestly
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
I always believed that if I never missed a Yoga class
Read my horoscope in the dailies
And recycle bottles, and know a Red Indian
I could call myself a spirit man
But I was only doing Yoga 'cause I fancied the teacher
And stars 'cause it looked good on paper
And I only went to church 'cause my granny gave me money
When confession was over
And I only knew the Indian 'cause his brother's a dealer
And the bottles had a price on their return
So I could go and play, Oh my my
And so I ask myself what my motives are
For this lying need to look so free
And if I tell myself real honestly
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
So now that you know that I don't love you
And now that you see that I'm so scared
Am I a good man?
Am I a deep, deep man?
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn
How can I admit it, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
It was easily the best holiday I had had up to that point.
I learned that India was not my Motherland at all, I find poverty and visible human degradation unbearable. People seem to be able to choose what they see (few Europeans seem to notice the horrors).
I also learned that getting stoned with a bunch of like minded people on a very foreign beach is a sublime experience that all angry young men should have at least once.
Most importantly; I'm not Indian at all, I'm an immigrants son.
I went back with my wife several years later, and was horrified that my favorite beach bum bar was now a sports bar full of 'large' old people. No hippies with homemade cigars were in sight. It had wide screen TVs! Sacrilege!
From that trip I learned;
Never go back,
Native Indian men (including my uncles and cousins) are incredibly sexist
Never eat anything cold (like biscuits and cakes) from a cafe.
Proud to be an immigrants son.
Wasn't he in Lock Out?
I know what you mean. There have been times that I've engaged in activities without a clear notion why—then it would come to me, "I fancied the instructor." Well, we all have our own definitions of depth, eh?
I wonder how many of us really have done the same... What am I here for? What's my purpose? Do I even HAVE one? I can't even remember a time when I didn't know about this song and love it. I honestly do recommend the CD, "Tall Blonde Helicopter." I think it'll delight and horrify you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRu-YnpCYGM
Good decision... music seems to be sort of a side project for Francis, but this rare record from him is a good one.
Now those are some seriously cute crow's feet!
Great comment! Thanks.
Thanks, peter_james_bond (can I just call you "Bond - James Bond"?) Okay, never mind... And I stand by my 10. Francis Dunnery is just amazing.
Lyrics - as always, I won't vouch for them because I grab from the first link on the chain...
I always believed that if I ran off to India
Wore sandals and shaved my head
And used Body shop conditioner, and incense like crazy
I could call myself a spirit head
But I only went to India to look on top
I wore sandals cause I'd smoked all my money
And I shaved off all my hair cause I had the fleas
I'd been sleeping all over
And the Body shop conditioner was a present from a friend
And the incense used to hide the smell
Of the drug den that I lay in
And so I ask myself what my motives are
For this lying need to look so free
And if I tell myself real honestly
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
I always believed that if I never missed a Yoga class
Read my horoscope in the dailies
And recycle bottles, and know a Red Indian
I could call myself a spirit man
But I was only doing Yoga cause I fancied the teacher
And stars cause it looked good on paper
And I only went to church cause my granny gave me money
When confession was over
And I only knew the Indian cause his brother's a dealer
And bottles had a price on their return
So I could go and play, Oh my my
And so I ask myself what my motives are
For this lying need to look so free
And if I tell myself real honestly
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
So now that you know why I don't love you
And now that you see that I'm so scared
Am I a good man ?
Am I a deep deep man ?
What more can I admit to, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn
How can I admit it, open up a door
He said I'm gonna find out what I'm here for
He said I'd find out soon
I got too much Saturn and not enough Moon
I have to comment here: Anyone who says Dunnery's lyrics are "boring" or "banal" or "clichéd" has apparently had an out-of-body experience that placed them far above all us dorks down here. I sincerely hope they'll share their lyrics with us, because I'd love to know what transcends this batch of words.
Enjoyable enough!
his guy lives close to me
Really. What about he, himself? Does he also live near you?
That's a Cumbrian accent. he's from Whitehaven.
Seen Francis play many times with and without It Bites. Awesome guitar player and a great songwriter
I really like this one — anybody know if he's got anything else going?
He was member (or boss) of a band named "It bites!"
I really like this one — anybody know if he's got anything else going?
Great comment! Thanks.
Too much!