HE’S GOOD-BAD, BUT HE’S NOT EVIL – The Vampire's Wife

HE’S GOOD-BAD, BUT HE’S NOT EVIL Spent the morning listening to the mighty Shangri-Las, one of the truly great bands of the sixties. I love this beautiful, exuberant song, Give Him a Great Big Kiss. Young love and teen angst and the most brilliantly wicked lyrics. Written by the great Shadow Morton (in the bath, no less!). A wonder to behold! Love Susie. x

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01YePzk29Mc

Give Him a Great Big Kiss

When I say I'm in love, you best believe I'm in love, L-U-V!

Here comes my guy walking down the street

Look how he walks with a dancing beat (da-da-da-da-da)

Thick wavy hair, a little too long (da-da-da-da-da)

All day long he's singing his song

And when I see him in the street

My heart takes a leap and skips a beat

Gonna walk right up to him

Give him a great big kiss, mwah!

Tell him that I love him, tell him that I care

Tell him that I'll always be there

Well, what colour are his eyes?

I don't know, he's always wearing shades Is he tall?

Well, I've got to look up

Yeah? well I hear he's bad

Hmm, he's good-bad, but he's not evil

Tell me more, tell me more

Big bulky sweaters to match his eyes (tell me more)

Dirty fingernails (tell me more)

Oh boy, what a prize (tell me more)

Tight, tapered pants, high button shoes (he's so cool)

He's always looking like he's got the blues (he's so cool)

And when I see him in the street

My heart takes a leap and skips a beat

Gonna walk right up to him

Give him a great big kiss, mwah!

Tell him that I love him, tell him that I care

Tell him that I'll always be there

Is he a good dancer?

Whaddayamean, is he a good dancer?

Well, how does he dance?

Close, very, very close!

Songwriters: George Morton

AH, MY DEAR ANGRY LORD

I love this terse little poem by the English poet, orator, and priest, George Herbert about the contradictory nature of religious belief, its good and bad sides, and its joy and sorrow. There's nothing like a bit of hard religion on a Sunday morning!!

NO TEAR-FLOODS OR SIGH-TEMPESTS

In A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, the English poet, John Donne, likens his relationship with his wife, Mary, to a spiritual entanglement between two souls as he says farewell to her before he goes on a mission to Europe. I love the lines ‘let us melt and make no noise/no tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move’. Beautiful!

THE CARNIVAL IS OVER

I have just a simple song for you all from 1967, all the way from Australia (where my husband is), by The Seekers. I love this song, melancholy but so stirring, and Judith Durham, dressed in what looks like something from the archives of The Vampire’s Wife, is so touching. It is a song full of tears about the end of things and love’s enduring presence. We adore this song here at The Vampire’s Wife.