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Listen "42 :: A Creature of Habit :: A Slow Drag with "Tart""
Episode Synopsis
Today's slow drag is with "Tart," from "When I was Cruel," released in 2002. The songwriting is credited to Elvis Costello. . . . Appreciation written, produced, and narrated by Remedy Robinson, MA, MFA Twitter: @slowdragremedy Email: [email protected] Podcast music by https://www.fesliyanstudios.com Rate this Podcast: https://ratethispodcast.com/slowdrag References: Elvis Costello Wiki Resource, "Tart": http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/index.php/Tart "Tart": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FnYK0Icf8E "Do You Always Use a Lip Trill on a Trumpet?": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QO6ed7GuQT4 Lip Trill on a Trumpet: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tyd5XyFz--k Trumpet in C – Trills, Vienna Symphonic Library: https://www.vsl.co.at/en/Playing_Techniques/Trumpet_in_C-Trills "The Arab Seville": https://www.visitasevilla.es/en/route/arab-seville "Orange Types: Sweet, Bitter, Mandarin": https://harvesttotable.com/oranges_the_basics_there_are/ "Moro Blood Oranges": https://www.froghollow.com/products/organic-moro-blood-oranges "Ashfield" meaning: https://www.houseofnames.com/ashfield-family-crest "Tart" Lyrics: Hear silver trumpets will trill In the Arabic streets of Seville Oranges roll in the gutter And you pick them up And pull back the skin To the red fruit within But the flavor is... Tart And the flavor is...Tart Is it something you crave? And you say that you only feel bitterness When you know it's a lie, lie, lie... Wild with a blackberry bush There were blossoms of cherries to crush There, at the edge of the ashfield tempting fingertips You stain your hands, press too hard They'll color your lips… Chorus: But the flavour is... Tart And the flavour is... Tart Is it something you crave? 'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness? Odd, where nothing else grows It was something like love that she chose Always a creature of habit When pity would do She wore down that heel with no feeling She kept on her shoes (Repeat Chorus) Tart And the flavour is... Tart And the flavour is... Tart And the flavour is... Tart Nylon was hung from a peg And a kohl black seam ran down her leg Fishermen look for their nets And send their regrets The bug lay there broken She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?" (Repeat Chorus) Tart And the flavour is... / Tart And the flavour is... /Tart And the flavour is... /Tart
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