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Yes, really. Here is the immortal Vegas lounge duo Steve and Eydie putting their silken throats to that heroin-laced grunge classic Black Hole Sun, from the album Loungeapalooza. And this time no chipmunk effects.
And by the way, Eydie’s got a blog.
Audio of this culture-clash train-wreck below. Click arrow to play and lyrics below:
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And Ill hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Wont you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Wont you come
Wont you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear
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