I'm in a generous mood today, so all requests granted.
* First up is one of my favorite bands-that no-longer-exist, Far, doing The Pixies This Monkey's Gone to Heaven
. Personally, I think it's a fantatsic cover. (download
* Next is The Toadies, another favorite band of mine, doing The Pixies Where is My Mind
. It's live, it's got some banter in the beginning, but all in all a decent rendition. (download)
* Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue - Where the Wild Roses Grow
. Beautiful, haunting, amazing piece of work, as is everything Nick Cave touches. (download
* Rammstein doing Depeche Mode's Stripped
. Yes, it's strange, in that Rammstein sort of way. I think the deep voice works here. Depeche Mode purists may hate it, but I love DM and I obsess over Rammstein, so the song is pure joy for me. Well, perhaps joy is not the right word. Let's just say this would make a great song to have playing in a movie while the scene where the bad man slowly torturing/killing the beautiful victim plays out. (download
I've included the lyrics to Wild Roses
Now, I was generous enough to upload these for you - you can take a few minutes to give a review of what you download.
(by the way - you've got 24 hours to download before they disappear to make room for tomorrow night's jukebox)
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth