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. Lyrics over the jump.

And by the way, Eydie‘s got a blog.

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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