Following in the heels of last week’s Hippo Dedication Hour, we are following it up with more songs from The Cure that are, while still depressing in lyrics and message, danceable and upbeat. More in tune with yours truly.
You’re tuned in to the biggest Balls of them all, Balls of Steel and Fury. Don’t forget coming up at 8 inches o’cock is DJ BC Dick with the Jack Off Hour and later on tonight it will be DJ Saul T. Knotts at the Midnight Hour.
Right now, let’s get started with our All Cure, All Doom, All Uptempo, Dance All Night Block!
Don’t forget, if you’re licking, it’s WBALLS…
When I see you sky as a kite
As high as I might
I can’t get that high
The how you move
The way you burst the clouds
It makes me want to try
When I see you sticky as lips
As licky as trips
I can’t lick that far
But when you pout
The way you shout out loud
It makes me want to start
And when I see you happy as a girl
That swims in a world of magic show
It makes me bite my fingers through
To think I could’ve let you go
And when I see you
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I say I’ll keep on holding you in
My arms so tight
I’ll never let you slip away
And when I see you kitten as a cat
Yeah as smitten as that
I can’t get that small
The way you fur
The how you purr
It makes me want to paw you all
And when I see you happy as a girl
That lives in a world of make-believe
It makes me pull my hair all out
To think I could’ve let you leave
And when I see you
Take the same sweet steps
You used to take
I know I’ll keep on holding you
In arms so tight
They’ll never let you go
The innocence of sleeping children
Dressed in white
And slowly dreaming
Stops all time
Slow my steps and start to blur
So many years have filled my heart
I never thought I’d say those words
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know …
The less we show …
The very first time I saw your face
I thought of a song
And quickly changed the tune
The very first time I touched your skin
I thought of a story
And rushed to reach the end
Too soon
Oh remember
Please
Don’t change
So the fall came
Thirteen years
A shiny ring
And how I could forget your name
The air no longer in my throat
Another perfect lie is choked
But it always feels the same
So they close together
Dressed in red and yellow
Innocent forever
Sleeping children in their blue soft rooms
Still dream
The further we go
And older we grow
The more we know …
Don’t say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won’t leave any trace
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train
It won’t take you long
To learn the new smile
You’ll have to adapt
Or you’ll be out of style
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train
If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You’re jumping someone else’s train
It’s the latest wave
That you’ve been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you’re back in line
Going not quite quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone’s happy
They’re finally all the same
’cause everyone’s jumping
Everyone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train
“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick?
The one that makes me scream.” she said
“The one that makes me laugh.” she said
And threw her arms around my neck
“Show me how you do it,
And I promise you,
I promise that
I’ll run away with you,
I’ll run away with you.”
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways
I had to make her glow
“Why are you so far away?” she said,
“Why won’t you ever know
That I’m in love with you,
That I’m in love with you.”
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream
You’re just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
The first time I saw lightening strike
I saw it underground
Six deep feet below the street
The sky came crashing down
For a second that place was lost in space
Then everything went black
I left that basement burning
And I never went back
The second time I saw it strike
I saw it at sea
It lit up the fish like rain
And rained then down on me
For a second that boat was still afloat
Then everything went black
I left it underwater
And I never went back
Hey hey hey!!!
But I like it when that lightening comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I like it alot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I’m jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!
The third time I saw lightening strike
It hit me in bed
It threw me around
And left me for dead
For a second that room was on the moon
Then everything went black
I left that house on fire
And I never went back
Hey hey hey!!!
But I like it when that lightening comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I like it alot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes I’m jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Let me take your hand
I’m shaking like milk
Turning
Turning blue
All over the windows and the floors
Fires outside in the sky
Look as perfect as cats
The two of us
Together again
But it’s just the same
A stupid game
But I don’t care if you don’t
And I don’t feel if you don’t
And I don’t want it if you don’t
And I won’t say it
If you won’t say it first
You think you’re tired now
But wait until three
Laughing at the Christmas lights
You remember from December
All of this then back again
Another girl
Another name
Stay alive but stay the same
It’s just the same
A stupid game
But I don’t care if you don’t
And I don’t feel if you don’t
And I don’t want it if you don’t
And I won’t say it
If you won’t say it first
You can’t even see now
So you ask me the way
You wonder if it’s real
Because it couldn’t be rain
Through the right doorway
And into the white room
It used to be the dust that would lay here
When I came here alone
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Let’s go to bed
You’re so gorgeous I’ll do anything
I’ll kiss you from your feet
To where your head begins
You’re so perfect you’re so right as rain
You make me
Make me hungry again
Everything you do is irresistable
Everything you do is simply kissable
Why can’t I be you?
I’ll run around in circles
Til I run out of breath
I’ll eat you all up
Or I’ll just hug you to death
You’re so wonderful
Too good to be true
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply delicate
Everything you do is quite angelicate
Why can’t I be you?
You turn my head when you turn around
You turn the whole world upside down
I’m smitten I’m bitten I’m hooked I’m cooked
I’m stuck like glue
You make me
Make me hungry for you
Everything you do is simply dreamy
Everything you do is quite delicious
Why can’t I be you?
Why can’t I be you?
Why can’t I be you?
You’re simply elegant!
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That’s all for me today. Fly low, avoid the radar, and keep listening to the station that slaps you across your fat ass with a fat dick…
The Perfect Scotch Egg:
https://www.facebook.com/reel/559100833185134
Nothing like being visited by ghosts to snap one out of a funk…
One for my baby
https://youtu.be/ZCOSPtyZAPA?si=xzCDRACOh1VWQv1H
Russ Meyer in front of the Hollywood sign, holding an Arriflex II-C 35mm reflex motion picture camera. The II-C was descended from the German combat camera of WWII.
Those bolt on’s look like they are achieving lift.
Wasn’t his time period before they could perform that surgery?
Not ole Kitten here. She was a trail blazer. One of the first to go big.
At a burlesque show in a bar in Los Angeles (The Liquid Kitty on Pico), Kitten Natividad was a dancer in a negligee, on the floor there was no stage. She came up to me, took my hand a drew it towards her, and then dropped one of her twenty pound boobs into my palm. She was no doubt attracted by my sheer youthful bashfulness couple with my smoldering good looks.
True story.
I have a somewhat similar story with Christy Canyon
Well . . . let’s hear it!
That’s crazy you brought up Russ Meyer because just yesterday I was reflecting on how people are work might start calling me Russ Meyer due to my latest hires…
hmmm, do you have to take pictures for identification purposes?
We now really look forward to your work Christmas party pics.
I think that is Kitten Navidad, and if so, those are real, but she lost them to breast cancer and had to have a double mastectomy. I always thought Russ’s wife was so smoking hot: Cynthia Meyers who starred in Beyond the Valley of the Dolls. 5’3″ and so, so stacked.
My goodness, you are not kidding [NSFW].
Yes indeed, quite the smashing set of pumpkins. This could be her theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=541XYqC_dJo
I had seen… Uhmmm… during research… her before and after implant pictures. But the way internet info is, who knows. Her work was good. As a student of such things, she didn’t have the bad job beach balls look.
She is one of my childhood favs.
His first wife, Eve Meyer, was the most smoking hot and she was a sharp cookie too. She was his main model in the early years (even a Playboy centerfold) and starred in his first movies The Immoral Mr Teas and Eve & The Handyman, but she also produced all his films, ran the business, and collected money from theater owners who were most likely mob connected and she did not back down. She was probably the best thing that ever happened to him besides World War II, and his later wives were disasters as spouses. Eve Meyer was killed in the Tenerife 747 crash in 1977, still the deadliest aviation disaster in history.
This has been your daily Eve Meyer lesson.
https://ibb.co/3htfTbw
Seemed competent and successful before taking a Jets ride. This gal sounds like the inspiration for Aaron Rodgers.
I had nightmares about that Tenerife crash, it was awful.
I’d post a Cult song, but the only one I really like was the one I posted last week. I’ll just default here to the usual stuff that Balls and I enjoy…
That’s a great photo and a hell of an engineering job on that dress!
It’s about finding the perfect model…
Bro.
What a boner crushing reply.
She certainly knows how to work it.
Could you imagine going to a job interview and she is the one conducting the interview and keeps drinking from a straw during the interview. I’ll be in my bunk.
I can. Watching her on the footie show over here is simply mesmerizing.