Tonight We're Gonna Party Like It's Covid-19

I have to assume there's at least one other thread going somewhere on the board on this topic, but there are two songs which positively make me sob. They might have well anticipated our world.

For what is:



And for what, one day, might be:

The Flaming Lips - Race For The Prize [Official Music Video]

Two great, great songs under any state of mankind. Unsurpassable in its current state.

 

The second didn't produce a screenshot, so here it is:

 

A new song for the Covid Era - reflecting on a quieter world that sharpens our focus on what truly matters.

 

A buddy and I have a hobby of trying to come up with cool band names. Thinks like:

Severe Tire Damage
(well, this is cheating a little
Soft Tissue Damage
Early Dementia
pre-dawn audio secretion
controlled flight into terrain

Anyway, there are a bunch more. This is a latest one:

COVID-19 and the Vaccines

 

Here comes your COVID-19 Nervous Breakdown

 

been missing NYC.

 

Not really sure Dementia would be any kind of joke, or cool band name.
If you had lost a family member to that dreaded disease, then maybe you wouldn’t consider it a cool band name.
Same with COVID .. it’s not a joke.

 

Did Carl change his username?

 

Rockin' pneumonia and the Covid 19 flu

Pandemic City by the MC5

 

I think you need to get a sense of humor.

 

They aren't funny though.

 

NEW Deep Purple.

Thematically, “Throw My Bones” questions the current state of society, especially its relationship to Earth.
“It is an invitation to take a step back and see the bigger picture, a call for action and an invitation to observe
the planet and the current situation on Earth,” the band said of the song in a statement. [March 20th, 2020]




Why is there an astronaut in Throw My Bones by Deep Purple?
Contemporary rock / By Lucy Howells
https://www.musicvideomeaning.com/why-is-there-an-astronaut-in-throw-my-bones-by-deep-purple/

 

Which brings to mind his song in the movie PHILADEPHIA, about another epidemic

I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
And didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia?
I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
A…
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
A thousand miles just to slip this skin
The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia?

 

In a sour mood I offer The Demolition Man

 

Love this song. Heartfelt and beautiful.

 

keep a knockin but you cant come in

 

I think Morph the Cat was written in-part as a meditation on 9/11 about the dust cloud over Manhattan that morphed into a sort of Schrodinger's cat of mortality and disaster. But it can serve equally well as a Schrodinger's cat of COVID-19. Or perhaps renamed Morph the Bat.

Anyway, I dig it.



High above Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like that
Fans like us who watch the skies
We know it's Morph the Cat

Gliding like a big blue cloud
From Tompkins Square to Upper Broadway
Beyond the Park to Sugar Hill
Stops a minute for latte

He oozes down the heating duct
Swims like seaweed down the hall
He briefly digs your wiggy pad
And seeps out through the wall

It's kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff

What exactly does he want
This Rabelaisian puff of smoke
To make you feel all warm and cozy
Like you heard a good joke

Like you heard an Arlen tune
Or you bought yourself a crazy hat
Like you had a Mango Cooler
Ooh, Morph the Cat

He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards
Sultan Place, the Automat
Players playin' in da Bronx
Respect to Morph the Cat

Kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Christmas without the chintzy stuff

So rich is his charisma
You can almost hear it sing
He skims the roofs
And bells begin to ring

Chinese cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals at evening mass
Young racketeers
And teenage models
Laughing on the grass

Blessed Yankees have an ally
When this feline comes to bat
Bringing joy to old Manhattan
All watch the skies for Morph the Cat