The Music Court

It's the chronic (what) cles of Narnia. Enjoy your own lazy Sunday

Lazy Sunday, wake up in the late afternoon. 
Call Parnell just to see how he’s doin’. 
Hello? 
What up, Parns? 
Yo Samberg, what’s crackin’? 
You thinking what I’m thinkin? 
NARNIA. 
Man, it’s happenin’. 
But first my hunger pains are stickin’ like duct tape. 
Let’s hit up Magnolia and mack on some cupcakes. 
No doubt that bakery’s got all da bomb frostins. 
I love those cupcakes like McAdams loves Gosling. 
Two, no six, no twelve, BAKERS DOZEN. 
I told you that I’m crazy for these cupcakes, cousin. 
Yo, where’s the movie playin’? 
Upper west side, dude. 
Well, let’s hit up Yahoo Maps to find the dopest route. 
I prefer Map Quest. 
That’s a good one, too. 
Google Maps is the best. 
True that. 
DOUBLE TRUE. 
68th and Broadway. 
Step on it, sucka. 
What you wanna do, Chris? 
SNACK ATTACK, MOTHERF*** 
It’s the Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
Yes, the Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
We love that Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
Pass that Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
Yo, stop at the deli. 
The theater’s over-priced. 
You’ve got the backpack? 
Gonna pack it up nice. 
Don’t want security to get suspicious. 
Mr. Pibb and Red Vines equals CRAZY DELICIOUS! 
I’ll reach in my pocket, pull out some dough. 
Girl actin’ like she never seen a $10 before. 
It’s all about the Hamiltons, baby. 
Throw the snacks in a bag and I’m ghost like Swayze. 
Roll up to the theater. 
Ticket buying, what we’re handlin’. 
You can call us Aaron Burr. 
From the way we’re droppin’ Hamiltons. 
Now parked in our seats. 
Movie trivias the illest. 
Which Friends alum starred in films with Bruce Willis? 
We answered so fast it was scary scary. 
Everyone stared in awe when we screamed Matthew Perry. 
Now quiet in the theater or it’s gonna get tragic. 
We’re bout to get taken to a dream world of magic with… 
the Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
Yes, the Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
We love that Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia 
Pass that Chronic (what?) 
Cles of Narnia
-"Lazy Sunday," by The Lonely Island off of Incredibad.

Recently, I posted in the Links of the Day a link directing you to an article about the recluse rocker Jeff Mangum and how after he wrote the best album you have never heard of “In the Aeroplane over the Sea,” with his short lived band Neutral Milk Hotel he had a nervous breakdown and put music aside. Today’s lyrics are from this album that was devoted to Mangum’s obsession, Anne Frank. These particular lyrics are something incredible and really indescribable. It is best you just read them and take them in for yourself. Listen to the odd song as well to further the effect.

The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she’s a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet’s flame
And won’t be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That’s right above from where you are
He didn’t mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And here’s where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don’t move anymore
And it’s so sad to see the world agree
That they’d rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I’d want to keep white roses in their eyes

                – “Holland 1945,” Neutral Milk Hotel off of “In an Aeroplane Over The Sea”

  Let us get to some 60’s humor for today. “Mellow Yellow” by Donovan, the confusing, debated, but clear folk hit, literally hit the stores in 1966 and was originally thought to be about using dried banana skins as a Hallucinogenic drug. This rumor was actually perputated by Country Joe McDonald, no surprise there, who thought it was an interesting idea to smoke dried banana skins. The Music Court does not support doing this in any way. Yet, this rumor was debunked.

        Apparently, according to a Rolling Stones interview, mellow yellow is in reference to a certain device used in women’s pleasure. I will let you put that together. What we really can conclude is that the song is wierd, the lyrics are wierd, and there is no point. This is exactly what makes the song hilarious. And wait, you have got to be kidding me. Straight from wikipedia, “In Episode 17 of the 5th Season of  Scrubs, JD figures out the Song is about Liver Disease (not quite rightly).” Scrubs, stop taking every song for your show.

      Interesting fact. Many believe that this is actually a Beatles song because it sounds similar and it is extremely catchy. While it is not a song by The Beatles, Paul McCartney can be heard as a background singer for the song. Donovan and The Beatles were friends.

     Now to the lyrics.

“I’m just mad about Saffron.
A-Saffron’s mad about me.
I’m-a just mad about Saffron.
She’s just mad about me.”

        – Donovan, “Mellow Yellow,” Single released in 1966.

Saffron is a spice and is used for cooking. How did this come about? Donovan must have been cooking with Saffron and sneezed. Saffron, you make me mad!

Look at how it stares at you. No wonder why Donovan was mad

I was waiting for number eight because this means our first Beatles lyrics. One cannot get any better then The Beatles and while my favorite band will always be Pink Floyd because their music is…yeah that’s my issue I cannot describe it… The Beatles are easily the most influential band and clearly the best band of all time. It is a close second.

So the lyrics I bring to you today are from a song released on the 1964 album Beatles for Sale. Any guesses? I will give you a clue:

“Ain’t got nothin’but love babe,
Eight days a week.”

         – The Beatles, “Eight Days a Week,” off of Beatles for Sale

But, of course, working hard for all eight days. The story of who came up with the title is interesting. Paul McCartney has given credit to his chauffer and to Ringo Starr impersonating a chauffer, both saying the famous line, “Working eight days a week.” Don’t worry my memory is spotty too. Whatever it may be sometimes you gotta work that extra day. It is two a.m. and I feel that I have been working eight days.

This 1964 song is the perfect transition into a new section that will appear later today. Yes, sometime today we will debut the 60’s Band of the Week. Check back and learn about the first band. Who they were? What they were about? All of their interesting stories and more! So, check back later today for some links and the first installment of 60’s Band of The Week.

Are we ready to go back in time? How about to June 1, 1968 which, to the horror of my parents, was 41 years ago. 1968, a year before one of the most memorable years in United States history, and while a noticeably pressing time a fantastic time for films and music. This is where we travel today. The #1 song on this date 41 years ago. “Mrs. Robinson,” written by the great Paul Simon and performed by his duo “Simon and Garfunkel,” from Forest Hills in Queens, New York.

The song is most recognizable not as the single or the full version on the album “Bookends,” which was released in 1968, but as the title track in the AFI ninth greatest film of all time “The Graduate,” where Mrs. Robinson has an affair with a young Dustin Hoffman. Mike Nichols, the director of the film, fell in such obsessive love with Simon and Garfunkel’s music that he practically begged for Paul Simon to write three songs for him. He only got one but it sure was a good one. The most famous lyrics of the song are most definitely the timeless, year-bending, American words:

“Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)”

                         – Simon and Garfunkel, “Mrs. Robinson,” off of their studio album “Bookends”

In 1999 soon after DiMaggio’s death, Paul Simon wrote an op-ed article in the times. In it he stated that the line was meant as a tribute to DiMaggio’s heroic stature in a time where popular culture distorts how we see our heroes. “In these days of Presidential transgressions and apologies and prime-time interviews about private sexual matters, we grieve for Joe DiMaggio and mourn the loss of his grace and dignity, his fierce sense of privacy, his fidelity to the memory of his wife and the power of his silence.”

Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away and he has brought with him a sense of dignity not only of society but, especially for the sport of baseball, that truly has been riddled by money and cheating. Unfortunate concepts and entities that ruin the natural past time and hurt the foundation of why people watch the sport and cheer for its players with such insane fervor.