Cute little song. I’m sure you all remember it. They talk about kissing a lot. And barley. You don’t hear “barley” in a lot of songs, but you hear it in “Kiss Me”. And the name of the band. Sixpence None the Richer? How much more British can you get? Well, I suppose: Queen Victoria’s Petticoat Express or maybe Mind the Gap. Actually, Mind the Gap would be a bad ass band name but that would not fit with such a tender British band like Sixpence None the Richer. I bet they are from Worcestershushyshire or Ballyflapple or something equally adorable and British. Lemme just look it up right quick. Hmm…it says here that Sixpence None the Richer is from…
*record scratch*
Sixpence None the Richer (also known as Sixpence) is an American rock/pop band that formed in New Braunfels, Texas, eventually settling in Nashville, Tennessee.
Texas? Seriously? How? Is someone gonna tell me that Texas is a widely diverse place full of hipsters and awesome culture and then tell me how great Austin is? Save it. I don’t care. Texas is the New York of the South. In fact, Sixpence None the Richer has just annoyed me into writing a post about Texas. Good going, stupid Texas band. But I guess the thing that makes it worse is that they moved to Tennessee. And I know that Nashville is supposed to be all musicy, but honestly I think the band just said to itself: “We need to go someplace more backwards!” and off to Tennessee they went. But I guess they got what was coming to them because they broke up in 2004. So now you don’t have to wonder what happened to them or if they were going to have another hit. They won’t. Video and lyrics after the jump.
Sixpence None The Richer – Kiss Me
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me upon it’s hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss me
So kiss me…(2x more)
Let’s start a pseudo-British post punk band called Wanker and the Bollocks. Or we could just do the whole retro metal thing. I’ve always wanted to start a band called Chickfister Overdrive.