lyricsI get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things around your head and what they do to you What are we coming to? What are we gonna do? Blame it on the black star Troubled words of a troubled mind Blame it on the black star I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't
think of you Blame it on the black star |
BLACK STAR (4:07)
available on: the
bends
notes: phil: "bit of a watershed during first RAK-sessions - recorded in an afternoon, it got our creative juices flowing again". ed: "this was recorded when john [leckie] was away for a day - we rehearsed the song for about an hour then recorded it". jonny: "this was done when john leckie was at a wedding - there was a real 'teachers-away' larkiness to that day, hence the ace raggedness of the playing". colin: "wow! fave 'heavy' rock number". thom: "if harry niellson were alive today we'd beg him to sing this. he was dead however, so i had to bloody do it. sober"

