Lyrics bad days the flaming lips5/5/2023 ![]() The Sun, in particular, is a splendid little thing, with its wicked, misshapen strings bending this way and that as guitars bloom and burst. ![]() By 1992’s major label debut Hit to Death in the Future Head, though, Coyne and his bandmates – including Mercury Rev guitarist Jonathan Donahue – had learnt to marry the odd flights of fancy with canny pop nous. The band’s first studio three albums were patchy, their line-up was constantly chopping and changing, and they had to wait seven years and four records for their first great LP, In a Priest Driven Ambulance, to arrive. But it took some time before the music lived up to the creation myth. The Flaming Lips were always blessed with the type of origin story that could have been lifted from a comic book – it’s easy to imagine flipping through the pages of The Adventures of Young Wayne Coyne, the tale of a normal kid from Oklahoma whose life was turned upside down when he spied some musical instruments in a church hall and, on a whim, decided to pinch them and start a band. He would later explain the Flaming Lips ethos: “We wanted to sing about shit that we truly didn’t understand, but then we would come up with these lines that cut right to the heart of things.” That was their essence: to find pockets of meaning in the most peculiar places. “You’re fucked if you do, and you’re fucked if you don’t,” he howls. “I was born the day they shot JFK / The way you look at me sucks me down the sidewalk / Somebody please tell this machine I’m not a machine,” babbles frontman Wayne Coyne, before suddenly turning into a psych-rock savant who’s stumbled upon some deep, dark secret. Witness the sweet spot they hit on this ramshackle alt-country stomp, from 1990’s In a Priest Driven Ambulance. At their very best, though, Oklahoma’s finest have produced wonderful and strange pop music that, for all its oddness, is littered with sublime little truths. They’ve struggled in recent times to produce anything more striking than some by-the-numbers wackiness with Miley Cyrus. Can only ponder what they have in store down the road.There’s a tendency, in 2016, to think of the Flaming Lips as rather soft-bellied beasts – glitter cannons, confetti explosions and laser-shooting hands. I had a great time, and I cannot thank Bob and Phil more. JK, Weir, and Lesh all had verses but Lesh didnt take his normal verse which caused him to peek at his telepromter during his verse, but it still was flawless. The encore was The Weight and was the perfect song to close. Then Phil came out and did his speech and its really great that he's advocating this great life choice. Magnolia was next and the entire crowd sang along. Scarlet>Fire was next and it featured JK's guitar work and Phil's insane bass playing. He came in too early and shook his head after haha. Then Weir's Born Cross Eyes blasted through the arena and it sounded great. I wished for Chain, but i wasnt disappointed by Bird Song. I think it was so mellow that people just had to take it all in. I looked around and most people around me were sitting in their seats and not dancing. Then the crowd went quiet and listened to JK's reading of Nobody Girl. A monstrous Viola came after and JK's guitar was insane throughout it. Deal followed and it had another solo by Jeff. I was surprised at what I heard but they couldnt have done it better. It featured Weir with an adult rated lyric at 6:10. The setbreak lasted about 50 minutes and then they went into Truckin. The crowd went nuts when the song had its quiet moments after a climax. Sugaree closed the set and had dramatic climaxes only to be stopped for Weir's vocal. Loser followed and JK had an amazing solo. "Spin the Wheel" had everyone singing along. Then I was so happy when Weir started into Gasoline. Sung by JK, it was so cool how he let the the last "Just a little sweetness" roll out for almost 30 seconds before finishing the line. Then came a Brent song, Just a Little Light. Also, the sound of his jangly Strat was a nice touch throughout. I liked Weir singin the majority of this one. The entire crowd was singin the chorus and in the background, there was a red rose like aura moving on the screen. Up next was a slow, but very nice, Roses sung by JK. Then comes Loose Lucy and I liked the addition of the backup singers. Bobby flubs the lyrics one time, but it's still great. They dive right into it and it sounds great. The tuning became to sound like Music Never Stopped, but it soon became clear it was gunna be Stranger. I was about 50 feet from JK, on his left side. They took the stage at 8 and started to tune up. ![]() I attended Wallingford 12/11 and this one. This was my second Furthur show and i hope it isnt my last.
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