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Radio XIV, side A, track 3: “Don’t Go” by Hothouse Flowers

Hothouse Flowers Don't GoOh, Hothouse Flowers, I think the only time I ever heard this song was the one time I recorded it off the radio.  It was the only time I heard your name until I looked up the lyrics for this song while putting this little blog together.  But I have a picture in my head of your band from the music.  I’m picturing long hair.  Beards.  Plaid shirts.  Blue jeans.  You’re dressed hipster, but this was before there was such a thing as hipsters and you weren’t trying to be hip, those clothes fit and they were cheap and so you wore them, not to make a statement about how cool you were but because you needed clothes and they were it.  I picture you guys performing on a small raised wooden stage in a crowded bar, and it’s hot and humid (like a hothouse, I guess, Hothouse Flowers), and you guys all have your eyes closed as you’re singing and playing your music, and you guys are sweating from the heat and the rockin’ and the lead singer is sweating the most, he’s got that microphone clutched in both hands and he’s growling and mumbling those lyrics and it’s almost like he’s in pain, he’s got this grimace on his face but he’s not in pain, he’s just completely lost in his rockin’ moment, and when you get to that part where the whole band says “black cat” in unison, so does the bar crowd, which is full of drunk and sweaty and happy people because they love your music, Hothouse Flowers, and “Don’t Go” is their favorite.  What do you think, Hothouse Flowers?  Am I close?  Even if I’m way off, don’t tell me, because that image and this song make me happy.

“Don’t Go”

Well, there’s
Smell of fresh cut grass and it’s
Fillin’ up my senses and the
Sun is shinin’ down on the
Blossoms in the avenue

There’s a buzzin’ fly hangin’ around the bluebells and the daisies, there’s a
Lot more lovin’, huh
Left in this world, don’t go

Don’t leave me now now now

While the sun smiles

Stick around, laugh a while, yeah

And I

Lie on warm and soft, sandy beaches and my
My toes are submerged in the water
And it feels good

Children playin’, buildin’ castles
On the shoreline like a painted little love and lord

It feels so fine, don’t go

Don’t leave me now now now

While the sun smiles

Stick around, laugh a while, yeah

Ah ha
Ah ha oh
Woah

<awesome Hothouse Flowers jam>

There’s
White horses and they’re comin’ at me and they face now and
There’s a blue sirocco blowin’ warm into my face

The sun is shinin’ on the other side of the bridges and
The cars goin’ by with
Smiles in the windows, there’s a
Black cat lyin’ in the
Shadow of a gate-post, and the
Black cat keeps tellin’ me that love
Is on its way, yeah, there’s a
Black cat
Lyin’ in the shadow of a gate-post
And the black cat
Tells me that love
Is on its way, don’t go

Don’t leave me now now now

While the sun smiles

Stick around, laugh a while, yeah

Stick around, laugh a while, yeah (don’t go!)

<awesome Hothouse Flowers jam>

Oh
Oh don’t go

Don’t leave me now now now

While the sun smiles

Stick around, laugh a while

Ah ha, ah ha, ooooooooooooo

I can hear ya comin’
Around any now
Comin’ near me
Don’t go (don’t go!)

Don’t leave me now now now

While the sun smiles

Stick around, laugh a while, yeah

Woah
(Don’t go!)

I can hear ya comin’ now now now (don’t go)

Don’t go
Don’t leave me now now now

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