The group took their name from a nickname given to Fred Flintstone, which, in turn, was a parody of singer Mel Torme's nickname (The Velvet Fog).
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Official music video for the track V by Golden Smog.
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Written by Jeff Tweedy - this is a song from the Golden Smog's 'Weird Tales' album (1998). Lyrics: Please tell my brothers I love them still over the mountains on their phone bill I should call more often but they...
A clip from director Thomas Stevens' unreleased documentary "Golden Smog: Another Fine Day". Excuse the poor resolution and sound/image lag - it's a copy of a low-res being passed around by GS fans. Apparently both...
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Is it on or in the air tonight
Or is this just a station on the way
Cannon come to know we're on an endless flight
Won't come down again till All Souls Day
I can see you in the summer time
Throwing caution to the wind as you reach and touch the sky
I can see you done some circles in the rain
You're a long forgotten truth in the twilight of my day, of my day
Let's go down together
3 A.M tomorrow night
I'll take you over anything
Let's go out together
Yesterday is just the day before today
Sat and watched it, watch it slide away
Yesterday cried, oh, yesterday cried
I touched your face, you were still warm
I took my place beside your phone
Swaying like an orphan in the breeze
Brought me to my knees
Johnny was a school boy when he heard his first Beatles song
Love me do, I think it was and from there it didnt take him long
Got himself a guitar, used to play every night
Now hes in a rock 'n' roll outfit, and everythings all right
She came from a wealthy family
There were walls inside the walls
She walked the widow's walk, so all alone
Saw your eyes light up the horizon
Just like the sun, still it's new
Bodies being hung for drying
Now there's one, guess they're through
Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down
Don't let your feet ever touch the ground
Or comfort me in times of doubt
See despair or lies and cares and a falling out
Please tell my brothers, I love them still
Over the mountains on their phone bill
I should call more often but they know I never will
Please tell my brothers, I love them still
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