A squalid affair with a thing

It’s been tougher finding time to write lately, and I can’t help but feel that the cosmic balance of things is being thrown off somehow. Meanwhile, I have this stockpile of obscure/out-of-print/unavailable music I’ve been wanting to post, so I guess this is the time.

We’ll start with a short one: Thing by the Jazz Butcher and his Conspiracy, clocking in at an economical 1:02. I’m transcribing the lyrics here as well, not because they’re hard to understand, but just because I like them so much.

Thing (c. Pat Fish, 1986)

I have an affair, a love affair with a thing
I have an affair, a squalid affair with a thing
Well the preacher tell me, son
To love an object is a sin
See now I call that thing J. Edgar, though it don’t run no FBI
And I call that thing J. Edgar, though it don’t run no FBI
That’s the end of this song
And I don’t know why
Goodbye

2 Responses to “A squalid affair with a thing”

  1. Cecil Vortex Says:

    keeping low don’t make no sense and neither does that song.

    -Cecil

  2. MC Haiku Says:

    This reminds me of that country song about aliens you had once. Same perfect marriage of lyrical content and melody …

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