Lys Assia's back, and she's brought her gang.

http://www.eurovisionplattform.sf.tv/videos/all_in_your_head

Oh, God, Switzerland, I Love You! Not only do you have your national final in this very quiet season, providing much needed nourishment for our eurovision appetitie, but you've already given us what will surely be a contender for the prize of 'contestant we feel secondhand embarassment for.'

I genuinely don't think I've ever seen anything so jarring. I actually think there might be two seperate songs here that could work, but together is some weird, highly awkward mess, with some very bad connotations.  Something that makes more sense with pictures (Unfortunately, I don't know how to screencap this without the pause button in the middle. so just go with this.)

So. the bland pop beats begin, and in comes New Jack.

Note the look of not so much excitement as SHEER TERROR!

Here comes Lys Assia. Note the look of not so much excitement as SHEER TERROR!

Lys Assia is down with the kids. She knows the Lingo!

Glasses Jack prays to Lys Assia. Because anyone glowing that much must be Jesus? Right? Lys Assia's expression? Anyone's guess!

The Jack's ponder Lys Assia's expression

"Can we get Ice cream Lys! Can we, CAN WE! PLEASE!"

Seriously, should anyone other than Jesus or angels glow like that?

Lys Assia trying to be... erm... I got nothing here.

Those Shades are probably prescription. She's probably blinded by her own glowiness.

Oh, god, the dancing here! The dancing!

Is she radioactive?

Lys Assia with her crew/gang/posse. GANGSTAS!

Woah, Lys is gonna show us some MOVES!

Or maybe not?

Her facial expression here tells us that she's just realised what's going on?

I just realised, I think there might be a 'message' in this song. :|










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Not long to go...

till Montenegro trolls and the show begins.

Of all the songs to get drawn first! LOL. Montenegro don't have much luck with these things do they?

Samis will ruin your Eurovision entries

Am I the only one who likes this song... until the Sami appears.

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.

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!

Engelbert Humperdinck

Engelbert Humperdinck will represent the UK.

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And now I'm like, Bring it, Dincky!