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Rating: For the series... "I know them all!"
This is an album I dare anyone to know. I remember hearing the single on the radio, and not knowing who the heck was behind that brilliant track, I found myself humming it in front of a record store clerk. "Wow, that's Stakka Bo," the super expert replied. "Stakka who?". In short, the classic blind purchase.
And I found on the CD a pretty remarkable disc, by this unknown Swede (at least to me), who knew how to mix electronics of all kinds: hip hop, D&Bass, finely crafted lounge.
A thoroughly enjoyable album from start to finish, a true discovery. Plentiful keyboards played with finesse, rhythms and drum loops chosen with mastery. And this "blondie" who, by the way, doesn't even sing badly.
I recommend MP3 "downloaders" to find tracks like "Drip Drop", "Terrorist" (a beautiful ballad with an incredibly effective piano), "Great Blondino" ...From cold Sweden, a collection of electronically "warm" tracks...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Great Blondino (03:15)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
In a bed with a cast and a Calvados,
I don't really need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
Is this a way of defining "monophagus"?
I can't ever confide, please open up wide
give me extra special pleasure with love on the side.
I didn't give you anything and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't nesed nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
We were the vacancy crusaders with our combat kits
of a toothbrush and hearts mashed in tiny bits.
Trying to regain what we never had,
smiling about the good things amidst the bad.
So we save ourselves with Bombay Saphire unsafe sex,
twenty-four hours selfdestructive wrecks.
Sober thoughts dawn again, all the way sub rosa.
Starting up again when it's already over,
but I'm the Great Blondino, I'm not looking for a Queeno.
I'm sad I gave you nothing and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
In a bed with a cast and a Calvados
in a perpetual feverish crave of your lust
kitchenfloor bruising, freaky sofa cruising
and the early birdy balcony Campari Orangejuicing.
I guess one could say you got me mezmerized,
but what has become one should be dechotomized.
I'm sad I gave you nothing and that's what you got.
I wish that I was different but I'm sure that I'm not.
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
I don't need nobody but myself cus
I don't love anybody but myself, thus
(For I'm the Great Blondino)
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