Here is a list of some of my favourite songs with links to youtube videos. If you like them hunt them down and, please, do justice through high quality speakerphones or ear goggles.

It is said that writing about music is like dancing about architecture. Having pulled off a reasonable facsimile of Angor Watt during a sodden interpretive dance in Beijing, not to mention the series of spastic spinal disco architraves I developed in Peckham, I feel qualified to say a few words. Nevertheless I do hold by the maxim and so my comments shall be perpendicular.

Losing On A Tuesday Adam Green
Adam Green broke the usual ‘good first album / naff second album / slow slide into oblivion’ cycle by producing four pretty good albums before crash landing on planet mediocrity - a world which has the pull of twelve earths of gravitational newtons. He’s quite a boys’ musician though, I think, like Pink Floyd and Bach, but this song is for everyone who’s ever lost, on a Tuesday.

Paceñita Alberto Ruiz y su Lira Incaica
This is the only album of pan pipe music that does not make me vomit into my own eyeballs. Couldn’t find it on yu-toob. Found this, which is quite nice.

I went to Bolivia, actually, about fifteen years ago. I remember a square-shouldered square-jawed American square - a mormon called ‘the Elder Rogers’ (which was on a little ceramic name badge) with thick glasses playing a hand-held digital bowling game, I also remember being smacked round the head by a spider monkey called Susan (not the first time), I also remember Aryan men in identical dungarees and straw hats with eyes of nuclear inbred-blue (they are called Mennonites) and I remember lots of small, sad quiet Indian women in little bowler hats - but I think they’ve cheered up since they kicked out the yanquis.

The quintessence of gay. Super super super super super gay. Oh, I love it! But if you can’t swoop around the room with embarrassing flourishes singing this to yer gal, then something is wrong. No, really. I have it on good authority that even Clint does this, on occasion.

Love Theme From Twin Peaks Angelo Badalamenti
Watch this. And this. And then watch this.

Apparently Arthur Conan Doyle was once on a train when his son casually mentioned a woman they both knew who was ‘ugly’. Conan Doyle leant forward and cuffed his son across the cheek with the back of his gloves, saying ‘no woman is ugly. No woman.’

Napoleon savagely assaulted Haiti, leaving it in ruins, in order to prevent the crime of liberation in the world's richest colony, the source of much of France 's wealth today. They were supported by the United States, which was naturally outraged and frightened by ‘the first nation in the world to argue the case of universal freedom for all humankind,’ revealing the limited definition of freedom adopted by the French and American revolutions.
Haitian historian, Patrick Bellegarde-Smith

Apparently this came from John Lennon listening to the chords of the Moonlight Sonata played backwards. I tried doing the same thing but it came out like the Moonlight Sonata played backwards and not like a haunting hymn to the beauty of simple things.

This song is a good example of why there are no Rolling Stones songs in this list, because John Lennon evidently could get some satisfaction. 

Have you ever seen such magic? A woman who turns into a big snake? I have!

Probably the most famous big band song. Absolutely mental. If you’ve never danced Lindy to this you might not get into heaven. Here’s the kind of thing.

Bill Drummond before he formed the KLF singing ‘I’ve got a heartbeat that’s bigger than Ben, when I walk by its the News at Ten’.

What’s he on about eh?

Whenever this song comes on a whale bursts out of the floor, levitates and glides slowly over my head.

The dub, which starts 3:09 here.

Good for jogging in the desert at six a.m. through knee-high nacreous strips of mist while a blood red ball of fire rises trembling in the white to. Unlike many I prefer later Can.

Here’s another lovely Cat Steven’s performance. All very sincere and everything, but lovely. 

The Boy in the Boat Charlie Johnson and His Paradise Band

I first heard this one in Qatar, travelling to the beach in the back of Jim’s car. Jim was an ex-music journalist. He was fat, had a goatee and blue, lazy, cynical eyes. He told us, during this journey that his first job had been teaching English to cold, hard, serious Russian businessmen. For his first class he had the idea to introduce himself by writing his name in the air with his head. ‘Hello’ he said, nodding, rolling and poking, ‘my name’s J-i-m’.

Another Jim story. We were sitting around at the communal dinner table, twenty or thirty teachers - all up-tight, middle aged, middle-class - and one of them, a pursed-lippped dipsomaniac called Alice asked Jim the most common after-work question, ‘what are you doing tonight?’ Jim shrugged and made a slow gesture of masturbation. The mood of the table went from tired and bored to ice-cold - silent but for the sound of me snotting my soup out.

Anyway Jim liked this song and so did I. It rips off the chords from Diana Ross’ My World is Empty Without You which might be better.

Hui E Coral Islanders

The Real Tuesday Weld did a good remix of this.

Cumbia began as an idea for a courtship dance practiced among the African slave population. They never actually played any music or danced though, they just sat around waiting three hundred years for the moog to be invented.

‘Don’t say what you mean - it might spoil your face.’

From the masterpiece album, ‘Hi, How Are You?’

I hold Daniel Johnston as an supreme example of what beauty without skill can achieve.

‘Forget your mind, and you’ll be free’, although Bowie himself very soon remembered his mind after Hunky Dory, and became a slick caricature of himself. 

Lemanjá Duo Ouro Negro

Janglin Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Couldn’t find this one, but here’s a nice performance of Home. Watch the band at the very end who are forced, by Letterman’s swift glad-handing, to suddenly wonder if they exist.

From a Leonard Cohen poem. What was he disturbed by this morning? He doesn’t say. Probably a ‘dishonesty hang-over’, the residual agitation that lingers around the throat after a good old male thinky-thinky whirring hard-drive death-grip event.

From the Ethiopiques albums.

Means ‘world, world’ apparently. Probably why it sounds so tragic.

And here’s a good quote from Frank Zappa on schools. I like the association of stomach problems with frustrated revolutionary independence.

There aren’t enough albums in the world that you can really die to, I find. Gavin Bryars’ Sinking of the Titanic is one of them and a good advert for drowning, an underrated way of dying in my personal opinion.

My mum once said of Georges Brassens that you can tell, from his songs he lived a good life. Here’s a translation of one of the verses:

This song is for you,
You Auvergnat who, without pretension,
Gave me four bits of wood
When my life was cold
You gave me fire when
All the well intentioned people
Closed the door in my face
It was nothing more than a little wood fire
But it warmed my body
And in my soul it burns still
A fire of glory and joy.

He learnt music by bashing a stool with a spoon while hidden in a basement for two years.

All the Ink Spots songs about unfaithful women and the distress of jealousy. Poor fellows.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (closing theme) Jack Nitzsche
I can’t watch this without blubbing.

I Want You Back Jackson 5
I believe that if this had been included on the Voyager probe, or was beamed out into the universe, we’d now find the planet PACKED with aliens. 

Jeanette Dimech. Sigh. Dreadful hunched posture though, like many a Spaniard.

Les Deux Guitares Jo Privat

On Her Majesty's Secret Service John Barry
I like to listen to this kind of thing on a personal music player while descending down a long escalator into the underground, pretending I’m a alien agent, undercover, on a secret mission.

I Can See Clearly Now Johnny Nash
Great version this, with amazing ahhhhh bit. I like the Johnny Nash album ‘Hold Me Tight’. I wish he was my uncle.

Eternal Sunshine Jon Brion
Used to listen to this while shovelling my driveway clear of snow, when I lived on the Noto peninsular. Its quite good for doing things sadly and beautifully alone to, like pole-vaulting.

Stand-Up Show Jonny Kearney & Lucy Farrell

Ragtime Nightingale Joseph Lamb
With the revival of interest in ragtime in the 1950s, Lamb, one of the three greatest ragtime composers (along with Scott Joplin and James Scott) shared his memories of early ragtime figures with music historians. Many were surprised to find that not only was he still living, but that he was white.

Chipolenado Juan Vicente Torrealba

Jaevel Av En Tango Kaizers Orchestra

Gado Gado Djakarta Kartini
Kroncong (pronounced ‘Krongchong’) is an old style of Indonesian folk. Best stuff, for me, comes form the sixties. Hard to find though.

Goodbye To Song Kim Hiorthøy

Will You Be Me? Kimya Dawson
Well, will you? Its pretty good, I can tell you.

Turntable Dub King Tubby
Lots of options for sterling dub. King Tubby meets the Skatelites is a masterpiece, as is Harry Mudie’s In Dub Conference. All from the golden era of dub and reggae - 1972 - 1976. Anything after that is dreadful - all part of the usual tragic, fascinating process of creative decline, but on a national level.

Siki, Siki Baba Kocani Orkestar
A good one for waking your girlfriend up to, or tying up your husband to the kitchen chair and blowing him off perhaps. I was introduced to this one by Beirut in the best concert I’ve ever been to, in Osaka.

Ai told me that every band she’s seen in Osaka says ‘you’re so much better than Tokyo’. Was high delight. Here’s a recording of Beirut’s sublime version, although this one seems to be have been played in the bedroom of a cool French girlfriend rather than a seething ecstatic cattle-pit of Japs with the brakes off, and mood-wise suffers for it, but you’ll get the idea.

Ta Aspra Poulia Sta Vouna The White Birds in the Mountains Kostas Bezos
One of my life’s ambitions is to cover this on a bontempi and tour the cities of the world playing it with a band of life-loving weirdos and cripples in the middle of a shitty Monday morning commute. If anyone can help me realise this dream, get in touch.

Radioactivity Kraftwerk
Did you know that if there’s another earthquake around Tokyo that Fukushima, which will take ten years to fix, will destroy half the planet? Yes, and there’s a million other nightmares on their way - but listen - you know all those stories you like of people dying and coming back from the dead? That’s life.

Ei aurinko milloinkaan laske Kuusumun Profeetta
I went on a walking holiday to the Finnish arctic circle with my friends Bill and Ben. On the train journey there Bill, who’d been before, said that we were going to see why we ‘bothered to stay alive’, and he was right. Kurious glittering world those Finns have up there.

O Superman (For Massenet) Laurie Anderson

When the Levee Breaks Led Zeppelin
The lyrics to this song (written by Memphis Minnie in 1927) are based on The Great Mississippi Flood of 1927. African-American plantation workers were forced to work on the levee at gunpoint, piling sandbags to save the neighboring towns. Hence the lyrics, ‘I works on the levee, mama both night and day, I works so hard, to keep the water away.’ After the levee breached, blacks were not allowed to leave the area, and were forced to work in the relief and cleanup effort, living in camps with limited access to the supplies which were coming in. Many left at the first chance since there was no work in the Delta after the destruction of all of the plantations; hence the lyrics, ‘Oh cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do no good’ and ‘I's a mean old levee, cause me to weep and moan, gonna leave my baby, and my happy home’ 

Free Up The Weed Lee Perry
Lee Perry. Very funny man - funnier than the pope. He learnt about music from rocks. Lots to recommend - Super Ape, Return of the Super Ape, Roast Fish... Anything from the Black Ark.

From the film ‘If....’ which is good but drags on and gets silly.

Beale Street Blues Louis Armstrong
From a great album - Louis Armstrong plays W.C.Handy - but worth seeking out earlier versions of the songs on it (from the 20s and 30s).

(White Monkey) Under The Volcano Magic Dragon
Can’t find it. Pretty good album though - Emotional Landscapes. 

Who walked off of Top of the Pops when the presenter called them fat. Like many bands listed here (Queen, Davendra Banhart, Mike McGear..) I don’t like their oeuvre, but one song sticks out, beaming.

Reminds me of my home, which was Whitstable. Doesn’t exist anymore, for you can never go back.

The Guilty Party Matt Elliott
A very good song to listen to in total and utter abject desolation and loss while walking through a bitter wasteland of ruins. 

Theme song to The Singing Detective.

Michael Nyman was once DJing at a club night I went to and played this song. I didn’t realise it was him though. I thought it was just some old geeza on the decks, whose choices all sounded very lovely. I went up to him and said, ‘who’s this one by?’ and he said ‘Michael Nyman’ 

‘Who’s he?’ I asked.

‘Oh, I dunno,’ he said, ‘some berk.’

Choir from the Sun The Microphones

Simply Love You Mike McGear
Simply do. I learnt to waltz to this in Bulgaria.

Dreams Mike Steiphenson
Another good track for playing silly buggers to.

Jinhe Naaz Hai Hind Par Mohd Rafi
Yes! You’re absolutely right, it is the same Mohammed Rafi from Jaan Pehachaan Ho. Mohammed Rafi was the greatest Indian male playback singer of all time.

(edit: may I also add to your Hindi pleasures, thanks to Mr Priyank Kumar, the worshipful splendours of Manna Dey.)

Tezeta Mulatu Astatqe, Girma Beyene, Tesfa-Maryam Kidane and Party

Yarlarim (Tashkent) Mutavaqqil Burxanov

Chunari Chunari Mychael Danna
The guy in this video is my fashion hero.

The Winner Is Mychael Danna/DeVotchKa

Summer Wine (w Lee Hazlewood) Nancy Sinatra
Odd video. Lee Hazlewood looks like he’s got something on his mind. Possibly indigestion.

Green Gloves The National
Bit of a wanky band, I think, but this is a good song. I think its about leaving old friend behind: a very intelligent thing to do.

Cue #32 - Simple Men Ned Rifle
Ned Rifle did the soundtrack to Hal Hartley’s early films.

Cloudbusting Neil Halstead
Psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich led an interesting life and had some fascinating things to say about armoured personalities and the physical manifestation of emotions, but his views were not taking seriously because of elements of chaos which increasingly crept into his work. Most famously he believed that many diseases, and particularly cancer, were caused by deficits or constrictions in the flow of orgone in the body, and developed specially designed ‘orgone accumulators’ which supposedly charged the body with orgone collected from the atmosphere. These devices were distributed as devices to improve general health and increase sexual potency, and later were adopted into tools such as cloudbusters, devices intended to stimulate rainfall.

The song ‘Cloudbusting’ by Kate Bush describes Reich's arrest and incarceration through the eyes of his son, Peter.

Rare to prefer a cover to the original, but I do.

Ain't Got No (live) Nina Simone
There are jauntier versions of this, which I usually prefer.

Maybe not as good as the original, and there’s something dreadfully bourgeois about Nouvelle Vague, but its a lovely song and she’s a lovely singer.

Yesu Ka Mkwebaze Novicat de Soeurs Missionaires

Moleke Mbwa Nzila Joseph et Son Ensemble

Tempo no Tempo (Once Was A Time I Thought) Os Mutantes
Who took too much LSD and went the way of the green electric zero.

It's Soon Be Done Otis Wright
My granddad once nonchalantly said to me ‘this time next year I’ll be dead I reckon.’

‘Aren’t you afraid?’ I asked him.

‘Afraid? God no - bloody relief it’ll be.’

Marie La Veau Papa Celestin's New Orleans Band
I’ve got another version of this, more rowdy.

Nyigo Nyigo Pascal Comelade
No youtube clips. Pascal Comelade, Catalan crafter of alt-waltzes, tangos, piano haikus and the like, made twenty-odd lovely albums, collaborated with loads of great musicians, has a three line entry on Wikipedia and, when I saw him - and he was superb - he was supporting a third-rate Argentinian ‘rock-tango’ group with neatly trimmed goatees and wrap-around shades. Injustice, thy name is ’cool‘.

La Bambola Patty Pravo
Odd live clip this - are the audience supposed to look annoyed? I think so.

Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey Paul McCartney
How did Paul McCartney, posturing budgie-man that he is, write such beautiful songs? Watching Beatles documentary 'Anthology' I see that the McCartney of the sixties had the same ambitious insecurity about him, but it was weaker, easier somehow to break up playfully. I see also that his eyes were much more beautiful then. The ‘I am Paul McCartney’ part hardened and won... and somehow shrunk his eyes.

Funny how, on this documentary, every one of his anecdotes falls flat, creates cringe, as under his casual performance he bigs himself up, yet, the one funny thing he does say is blatantly arrogant... He says that some people were critical of the white album, there have been a lot of reviews that say it doesn't hang together as an album, that it's a bit of a mess, a hodge-podge. Then he shrugs and says, ‘look. It's The White Album by the bloody Beatles. Shut up.’ Somehow its not self-love that's the problem but his indirect sweeteners. Direct demonstration that ‘most of our faults are more pardonable than the means we use to conceal them.’

Bless him though. There are some people, like an astonishingly deceitful, vain, strange, paranoid boss I once worked for that, despite their manifold faults, when it comes to the final judgement, God’s going to say, ‘I know I shouldn’t Paul, but since its you...’

Rhythm of Life The Perfect Gentlemen
I think the version I have is by The Perfect Gentlemen. I think. A Capella barber shop it is. Its superb, and I might have dreamt it.

I Am That I Am Peter Tosh
Peter Tosh was a huge black desert-striding locust-eating prophet.

Santo Pixies
My favourite Pixies song. Great for contorted slithering broken-faced big-jowelled happy horror dancing of the type that gets you fired in a manner worth telling your grandchildren of.

Aguirre 1 Popol Vuh
I recommend listening to this, theme to a film about slow death in the monstrous enormity of a darkly living rainforest, while popping round the corner shop for carton of milk.

The Rubber Room Porter Wagoner
Dear Sir,
I am in a Madhouse & quite forget your Name or who you are you must excuse me for I have nothing to commu(n)icate or tell of & why I am shut up I don't know I have nothing to say so I conclude
Yours respectfully
John Clare

Sweet Beat Prince Buster
Let’s build homes for each other - as beautiful as radiolarian spongiform protazoa and fominiferan amoeboid protists.

Master & Dog Quasi

Good old fashioned lover boy Queen
I have it on good authority that this is Jesus’ favourite song.

Simon Smith and the Amazing Dancing Bear Randy Newman
Can’t find the original. Here’s the Muppets version. Another song I yearn to perform live in an improbable costume.

Digan Lo Que Digan Raphael
I find Raphael absolutely terrifying, but he makes a good point here.

This one is good for cycling at high speed through London rush hour traffic, 7pm, winter, dark, pouring rain, jaw manly, eye-twinkly, relentless as if on a life-saving mission of decisive sacrifice. Signal with arm, slide into the centre lane of Old Street, turn to the right and meet the eyes of a fellow hero on the bus, grim little nod and then swoop down the City Road, roaring.

Mudie's Mood Rhythm Rulers

Creep (Radiohead) Richard Cheese
Another good Lindy track.

Strange thing, social dancing. I mean its amazing how the art is so intimate. I’ve had dances that have left me trembling with disgust, wanting to literally wash away the horror, followed by a dance of such stupendous connection and abandon and, above all, forgivingness, that I am redeemed, purified and literally overflowing with the power of GOD. Followed by... 
Show me the picture you’ve done.

La chanson de Prévert Serge Gainsbourg
Nice reggae version of Herb Alpert cheese.

Sphangnum Esplanade The Shins
Listened to this a lot in Russia.

I would have liked to have listened to Russian songs while I was there but Russia, like so many other countries, has had the culture smashed out of her by a hundred years of suffering. I miss Russia though: not the contemptuous service, the sense of meanness and hopelessness, the palpable lack of joie-de-vivre, the unremitting ugliness of the architecture, the lack of public space, the disturbing nationalism, the hard quiet violence, the sordid tartiness and the high prices, rather the fascinating smoothly impassive yet greatly expressive Russian face, the lack of pretension, the sense of massiveness-in-all-directions, the sense of infinite patience, the astonishing and hilarious directness, the deep warmth, the food, the saunas, the kind attention and the love that I was shown there.

This is pretty good though - although it has twelve million hits, so you’ve probably seen it. When I checked the link I found that the guy had died a few hours ago, so perhaps you should watch it again and see him singing this in his little silver spaceship as he soars his way up to planet heavenski.

Hidamari Shugo Tokumaru
Can’t find a video for this, so here’s Hugh Laurie’s Sophisticated Song instead. Hidamari means ‘sunny spot’ - the kind that cats find.

Financial Crisis The Silvertones
Themes of great reggae songs - love for God (which for some nutcase reason they believed was incarnated in the body of a tiny little Ethiopian politician, but anyway), living right, sex, battling enemies and financial crises.

The Only Living Boy In New York Simon and Garfunkel
I once accidentally made a Japanese pensioner think I was satan with this.

It Doesn't Have To Be Beautiful Slow Club

Eraz Sogoman Seranyan
Its a Wonderful Life is lovely too.

Nightmare Fantasy Spooky Dance Band
I read this as anti-elite promiscuity philippic.

This song, believe it or not, is about chips.

The most beautiful song ever recorded - if you can get into the sweet spot of it. My guess is that you need to have tasted the joy of total loss to be able to perceive what is happening here, total sacrifice, total honesty - for you can only be really honest about how much you would give up for love. Everything else is avoidance.

I recommend singing along with tears streaming down your face.

After that, take a look at the television series that made it famous.

Love Will Tear Us Apart Susanna & The Magical Orchestra
And this. Best Talking Heads material is on the first half of The Name of This Band Is... Worth listening to for the sound that David Byrne makes in ‘Air’ - sounds something like an extremely rapid ‘heynahemummaheynaheh’

Here’s a video of me and David in my kitchen.

Dixie Biscuit (feat. Henrik Wager) Tape Five
Another great Lindy track. And here’s Fred and Cyd.

Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel Tavares
I once rehearsed a tightly choreographed dance routine to this with two friends and performed it al fresco at speaker’s corner in London’s Hyde park. I began the routine by pretending to be a Christian preacher while my friends heckled me, pretending to be drunk, abusive (another friend hid the big stereo behind me). We built up the aggression to a raging pitch of religious debate, large crowd watching, before all three of us erupting into tight hooplas and gay shimmies.

Hearing Aid They Might Be Giants
For aspiring artists.

The Lion Sleeps Tonight The Tokens
We played this at my grandma’s funeral. Great working class knees up. A few days afterwards my sister, who was seven at the time, said to my Dad, ‘can we go to another funeral?’

All the World Is Green Tom Waits
From an excellent album. The cover shows a marble in an anus. I recommend finding ways of prominently displaying it in prudish institutions.

On The Sunny Side Of The Street Tommy Dorsey

Stilla Natt Ulla Katajavuori
Can’t find my favourite version.

Tsiganka Sam Mala Vera Petrovic

Yelp, Bellow, Rasp et Cetera Vivian Stanshall
Please find this song. Very funny use of the word ‘bracket’.

Thank you Lord The Wailers
From the The Wailers transcendent sessions with Lee Perry. I used to listen to this album while making dough craft figurines with my friend James. Our young plan was to sell them in Camden market but James broke his ankle so our colourful figurines, mushrooms, little houses and various grotesque curios got stored in boxes till Christmas when we tried to sell them from a doorway in Canterbury, looking and feeling squalid and desperate, until we gave up and decided to give them all away leading to a marvellous afternoon, walking round the high street giving away our lovely hand-made ornaments to people who would either a) walk briskly past, palm out, rude ‘no’ b) take the object and walk away confused and silent or c) be brightened and delighted.

Since then I’ve done more than my fair share of handing out things in ‘the river of scorn’. Please smile at the next street leafleteer or charity bucket shaker you see. They need it.

Don't Shit Where you Eat Ween

Anthem for Keyboard Solo Wendy Carlos
William Onyeabor studied cinematography in Russia for many years, returning to Nigeria in the mid-70s to start his own wilfilms music label and to set up a music and film production studio. He recorded a number of hit songs in Nigeria during the 70s, the biggest of which was Atomic Bomb in 1978. William has now been crowned a high chief in Enugu, where he lives today as a successful businessman working on government contracts and running his own flour mill.

Insane Asylum Willie Dixon and Koko Taylor
When I lived in Camberwell there was a black woman in the local nuthouse who used to cover herself in white paint, put on old wedding dresses and walk the streets by night. She liked to just stand there. I reckon she probably sang like Koko Taylor. Once.

Black But Sweet Wilmoth Houdini
One fairly famous example of many great calypso tracks - never quite as great as ska or reggae, and so undiscovered by the world. This track was sampled by the Sabres of Paradise. This list also neglects many superb Hawaiian tracks from the 30s and 40s - barely present on youtube, alas.

Their Duet Wim Mertens
Vocals by Mr Hannon, who made some good music on his first album.

Here are my lyrics to my song ‘The King’s Head’

Friday night and I'm feeling fine,
Clinking glasses and bottle of wine,
But everyone seems lonely, so lonely...
Pop outside for a crafty toke,
Fall about laughing at a stupid joke,
But everyone seems lonely, so lonely...

Or is it me, is it one of those days?
A funny five minutes or a passing phase?
Should I give up trying to understand?
And turn this pub into fairyland?

So I get up and dance like nobody's there,
Frogs and fairies float through the air,
A princess wakes from her slumber, gives me her number...
She sits at her throne talking to mice,
Who pour her drinks with a clockwork device,
I think this must be a pair of mice, in paradise...

Or is it me, is it one of those days?
A funny five minutes or a passing phase?
I've given up trying to understand,
The drinks are on me fairyland.

Nice nice time Zap Pow