French guy, French dog, Two glasswashers September 23, 2008
Posted by Domenico in Music.trackback
Bonjour, mes amis. I’m back full of strenght and looking forward to the weekend. You would say… Already?! I would reply… why not!? By the way, today we listen to something that reminds me some days with the stereo playing in my room, in Naples, about 7 years ago.
Today we talk about Belle & Sebastian.
This indie pop band formed in Glasgow, Scotland about 12 years ago. They have been called the greatest Scottish band ever and are one of the most celebrated groups of the ’90s.
Belle & Sebastian are often compared to influential indie bands such as The Smiths, as well as classic rock acts such as “Love”, “Bob Dylan” and “Nick Drake”. The name Belle & Sebastian is inspired by Belle et Sébastien, a children’s book by French writer Cécile Aubry and also a cartoon with a shepard and the big dog that sometimes I watched when I was a child.
They play pop music and they really know how to do that. When I listened for the first time to the album “If you feeling Sinister” (one of the red-cover ones) I was delighted by their touchy sound. The covers for their CDs are always nice and with a full colored background, like all-yellow, all-green, all-red. Their big success came with the CD “The Boy with the Arab Strap”, that contains some memorable songs.
Today we will listen to the song “Step in to my office”. Watch the video, it’s funny. In the beginning it reflects the dream of most of the men (at least the ones that I know) and then it turns into an unexpected end:
Domenico
cute!
Indeed!
She called me up today
Meet me down at the old café
I jumped into the shower
I was getting my marching orders
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
She’d never stand for any lies
She’s got an Out Tray full of guys
I could sense a breath, a whole new feeling
Now she says she wants to call a meeting
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
I’m a slave to work
I’m only living when I walk amongst the office staff
And catch up with the office wag
I’ll be in bed by nine
My curtains drawn
My thoughts composed
I get to work on time
She gave me some dictation
But my strength is in administration
I took down all she said
I even took down her little red dress
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I’m going to give you the job
I’m pushing for a raise
I’ve been pushing now for days
My output is in decline
I was burned out after Thatcher
My banner I laid down with a sigh
Now I doubt if I’ll ever catch her
I’ve got to change my ways
Dress for business every day
A sharp suit and a kipper tie
A big arrow pointing to my fly
Have you shaved for work yet, baby?
Don’t go where the boss is, baby
We need to talk
Step into my office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of over time
Say my place at nine?