Lyrics of the day

I worship Harold Lloyd, I worship Sigmund Freud

And John Wayne and Mark Twain and you and Michael Caine

   

Let's all sing about Socrates, the Hercules of the soul

And about all of those who are desired by all

And who everyone worships and admires

hint: a new entrant in the 80s, the sort of country that probably doesn't plan on winning.

Yesterday's answer was Tipi-tii, Finland's entry in 1962. I think this song's funny.

Favourites

I hate online betting when it comes to to televoting competitions. It unnaturally affects everyone's perception of what is good and bad.

Sweden is currently favourite to win. This has set up in a lot of people's mind the idea that it's amazingly good. So more people bet on it, thinking it's a winner. That makes it a bigger favourite. If tomorrow we all bet on San Marino, that'd be the favourite and everyone will think that's the best song.*

Because it must be surely, everyone's saying it is?

Isn't it?



*or the betting would be stopped as they'd definitely think we were up to something all betting on Valentina Monetta

She'll kill us all in our sleep! 

"You're MAD at the ground!"

This camptastic video of Saade2: Tooji makes me like him just a little. A little. Not enough to like the song or take back calling him dickface. But it has provided me with the perfect Eurovision ragegif!

:D

Lyrics of the day

The spring with happy wings floats for us too
It comes twiddling its sunny hoop
   
La la la... la la la
La la la... la la la la

Hint: Not that lalala song. 

Yesterday's song was Spain's disaster of 1983, 

One month to Eurovision!

It's one more month till the Eurovision victor will be known. I'm hoping it won't be Sweden, because honestly, it's a bit boring to think at this point that we already know.

All this month, I'm going to post random lyrics from the contest. These are all taken from the glorious lyrics site Diggiloo Thrush. I'll start with this gem from the 1980s. You can come guess in comments if you like. There's no prize, it's all just fun and you probably all just googled the answer anyway

Your mother's braids, come on, tell me who

Tell me who braids them, tell me who

Tell me who braids them

Hint: definitely not a winner!