…sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round

If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon? If he was from Mars, wouldn’t that be cool? Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file? Hangin’ down in Memphis all the while. Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round They sing I’m in […]

If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon?
If he was from Mars, wouldn’t that be cool?
Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file?
Hangin’ down in Memphis all the while.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round
They sing I’m in love. What’s that song?
I’m in love with that song.
Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice.
Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice.
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face.
Checkin’ his stash by the trash at St. Mark’s place.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round
They sing I’m in love. What’s that song?
I’m in love with that song.

I never travel far, without a little Big Star

Runnin’ ’round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards.
Falling asleep with a flop pop video on.
If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon?
If he died in Memphis, then that’d be cool, babe.

–The Replacements, ‘Alex Chilton

From Looka:

“Alex Chilton, who lived in the 9th Ward and refused to leave, hasn’t been heard from, and there are many people who are worried about him.”

God dammit. For some reason this one gets to me.

2 thoughts on “…sing for Alex Chilton when he comes ’round”

  1. Play “The Ballad of El Goodo” at maximum volume. It helps.

    Years ago, my heart was set to live, oh
    But I’ve been trying hard against unbelievable odds
    It gets so hard at times like now to hold on
    My guns they’re waiting to be stuck by
    At my side is God
    And there ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    There’s people around who tell you that they know
    The places where they send you, and it’s easy to go
    They’ll zip you up and dress you down
    Stand you in a row
    But you know you don’t have to
    You can just say no
    And there ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    I’ve been built up and trusted
    Broke down and busted
    But they’ll get theirs and we’ll get ours
    Just if we can
    Just, ah, hold on
    Hold on
    Hold on
    Hold on
    Years ago my heart was set to live, oh
    But I’ve been trying hard against strong odds
    It gets so hard at times like now to hold on
    Well, I’ll fall if I don’t fight
    And at my side is God
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Ain’t no one gonna turn me ’round
    Hold on
    Hold on
    Hold on
    Hold on

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