Art of the Day — Song: “Mr. Magic” by …And the Native Hipsters (1979)

  May 25th, 2012

Mr. Magic
   by …And The Native Hipsters, from LP There Goes Concorde Again (1979)

 
 
 
Hey
Hey you
Hey you
Hey you

Get up from my chair and rush across the room,
Throw the TV set out of the window
There’s a friend of mine out in the street
And I want to attract his attention

Out goes the table, out goes the carpet,
Out goes the lampstand,
Out goes the dog, three floors down to smash on the pavement
Then I’ll go AYY
Waving and screaming

Naked man and naked woman sitting in the middle of the woodpile
Will they bring back past impressions sitting in the middle of a woodpile?
Wood can make fire but it isn’t warm
Tongues in the next town waggle
Naked men and naked woman together for the good of the community

Tired old man and stinky (stupid?) old woman
Sitting in the middle of the woodpile
Can they start new generation sitting in the middle of the woodpile?
Two rotting corpses, two rotting corpses
Such a happy(?) woodpile, such a happy(?) woodpile
Red sail on the sunset, red ink on the red paper
Red clothes on red skins
Tomatoes, cherries, raw meats is just three things I can eat
Tomatoes, cherries, raw meat
Only one way to dress on the street:
Red hair on my red red boots, on my feet
Red red, red red
How I love the color red

Out goes the table, out goes the carpet
Out goes the lampstand
Out goes the dog, three floors down to smash on the pavement
And I’ll go AYY
Waving and screaming

There’s a lover of mine on the other side of the world
And I want to attract his attention

Hey
Hey you
Hey you

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     I just heard the magnifishous “Mr. Magic” by the London-based late 70s/early 80s band …All the Native Hipsters, and almost immediately after my wriggling fits of ecstasy wore off, I went about transcribing the lyrics (partal transcription above). On paper the language is fun & brash & wild but people, hear thou me that you needst to hear the words sung and spoken to really get why this is all so wonderous; do it NOW:
 
 

 
 
     Yeah. 
     Singer’s peculiar way & enunciation remind me of Bowie (in the best possible way), but mostly I’ve just never heard anyone quite like her before. Just the way she keeps varying up the delivery of “Hey You” makes me happy. Oh and how she says “waggle”, yum. I also love the story here — or my cobbling together of one — narrator trying to woo someone, even unto suicide; fantasizes (from hospital bed, from afterlife) about the two of them getting together in a pyre amid gossip, uncertain of whether it would lead to anything; then grows despondent & apathetic imagining them old & their love unconsummated; then moves to celebration of anger and flesh and red and the sensual, of moving on & strutting on & putting the past behind her; but then cycle repeats as the old futile destructive urge respawns. AYY!
     So listen, if any of ye readers know for sure what singer is singing in the places I’ve indicated with a “(?)”, let me know. Couldn’d dig it up on the onlines. Happy weekend!
 
 
 
 

More about …And The Native Hipsters right here.

 
 

[posted by C Way at 12:31 PM]

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Comments (2) To “Art of the Day — Song: “Mr. Magic” by …And the Native Hipsters (1979)”

  1. Steve said:

    Hi there.
    Yes, masterpiece of strange twisted pop.
    I think it is “Tired old man and STIFF old woman”
    I presumed “happy” woodpile too, though not 100% sure.
    Also if you have any luck figuring out the full lyrics of ‘Baboon Climbs the Mountain’, drop me a note!
    Cheers,
    Steve


  2. SnailCrow said:

    Steve — agreed on all points. I re-listened to the song and I think you’ve nailed it with “stiff”. I have a record of theirs I’m going to review when I get a chance to. I’m going to check out “Baboon Climbs the Mountain” and let you know, cheers! Thanks for stopping by. Best, -C


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