One of my favorites. One of his best. The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it’s not that way I wasn’t born to lose you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin’ from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you How all my fathers, they’ve gone down True love they’ve been without it But all their daughters put me down ’Cause I don’t think about it Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her She is good to me And there’s nothing she doesn’t see She knows where I’d like to be But it doesn’t matter I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit He spoke to me, I took his flute No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you So. Damn. Good.

Great album. Know this one quite well.

Not a big fan of EDM, but seems to be a decent album for those that are.

Not the biggest prog rock fan, so found this to be just ok.

Classic album, indeed.

Classic ELO album.

Not my thing...

Eh, definitely not my thing. To me, this was awful.

Decent, but a bit one-dimensional.

Soul indeed...

Not a fan of musicals...

Classic punk!

One of my favorites. One of his best. The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it’s not that way I wasn’t born to lose you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin’ from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you How all my fathers, they’ve gone down True love they’ve been without it But all their daughters put me down ’Cause I don’t think about it Well, I return to the Queen of Spades And talk with my chambermaid She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her She is good to me And there’s nothing she doesn’t see She knows where I’d like to be But it doesn’t matter I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit He spoke to me, I took his flute No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I? But I did it, though, because he lied Because he took you for a ride And because time was on his side And because I . . . I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you So. Damn. Good.

Classic rap album. The launch of rock/rap.

Eh... not my thing. A bit repetitive and boring.

Eh... not my thing. Repetitive and boring. Certainly nothing groundbreaking or notable about this album.

Eh, a bit of a miss...

Nope... still hate the Beach Boys.