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Radio XVI, side B, track 1: “Telephone Box” by Gillan & Glover

Ian Gilland Roger Glover - Telephone BoxOh, Gillan & Glover, for whatever reason, most likely due to hormones, I originally thought you were singing “Who was the lady in the telephone box”, but clearly I wasn’t paying attention.  I pictured this hot blonde in one of those red phone booths you see in England (are you guys from England?  I would assume so, I don’t know that anyone over here ever called them telephone boxes).  But now that I’m actually paying more attention to the music and my hormones have ebbed a bit due to encroaching middle age, I actually appreciate this song much more.

The DJ said that he wasn’t sure exactly what you guys were singing about, but I’m pretty sure that it’s a rant about the steady encroachment of the telephone into one’s life.  I don’t know if I mentioned this before, Gillan  & Glover, but when I grew up, my family was on a party line, which meant we shared a phone line with four other families.  If you were going to make a call out to anyone, you had to check the line first to make sure one of your neighbors wasn’t already on a call.  And if you wanted (or if they wanted), one could eavesdrop on one another’s conversations.  Not that there was anything particularly juicy to overhear, but gossip is a key commodity in a small town.  To this day, I still always check the line before I start dialing.

Back in the day, the phone was a lifeline to the rest of the world, but I’ve gotta tell ya, Gillan & Glover, I’m right with you about the telephone.  Considering how you felt when this song first came out, I would imagine you’re having an aneurysm every other day now that everyone owns a phone that does everything except actually make phone calls.  Everyone but me, that is.  I hate the telephone (which is ironic, since I work at a call center).  I own a cell phone, but it’s pretty old (I never thought I’d get laughed at for the type of pocket-size phone I own, but we live in a brave new world, Gillan & Glover), and I forget to charge it half the time.

One of my biggest pet peeves is both the overt and surreptitious glances people make at their phone while they’re currently in the presence of other human beings.  Here’s a question, Gillan & Glover:  Who the hell is always calling?!?!  Not calling me, mind you, most people who know me know that’s a waste of time, but everyone’s ALWAYS on their @%@#$ phones!

I get that I sound like an old grump, Gillan & Glover, but I can live with that.  We’re the most connected society in the history of the world, yet we’re probably the least emotionally connected.  Which is not a judgement, Gillan & Glover; as an introvert, the advent of email has saved my life.  But to answer your question about who wants to live in a telephone box:  pretty much everybody.

“Telephone Box”

<awesome Gillan & Glover jam>

I may be crazy
But hear me well

Don’t want you ding-a-lingin’ on my bell

Communication is a
A good thing, but
I like ta let the mother ring

There’s no extension
On this line
I’ve lost your number
So tear up mine
Who wants to live (who wants to live)
In a telephone box (in a telephone box)

Said who wants to live (who wants to live)
In a telephone box (who wants to live in a telephone box)

I may be crazy
But here I stand

The situation’s gettin’ outta hand

There’s no escape, no hideaway, you got
Loose change and nothin’ ta say
The world’s gettin’ smaller
That’s for sure
I can’t stand it anymore
Who wants to live (who wants to live)
That way

I can’t stand it no more (can’t stand it no more)

Well

I may be crazy
I may be wrong, but when the
Sun is hot and the grass is long

I wanna love you, yes, I do
I wanna do what’s good for me and you reach a moment
Hot with tears
And there’s a ringin’ in my ears
Who wants to live (who wants to live)
In a telephone box (in a telephone box)

Who wants to live (who wants to live)
In a telephone box (who wants to live in a telephone box)

<awesome Gillan & Glover jam>

Oh
Ah
Ah, you reach a moment
Hot with tears
And there’s a ringin’ in my ears
Who wants to live
In a telephone box

I say who wants to live (in a telephone box)
Who wants to live that way

I can’t stand it

In a telephone box

I’m gonna cancel my card
(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

(Who wants to live)
In a telephone box

I can’t stand it no more

I can’t stand it no more

I can’t stand it no more

<telephone ringing>

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