My Morning Jacket

Post your favortie lyrics.  Could be a line, a verse, or the whole song.

"I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane
To ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge"
-Bob Dylan from "Tomstone Blues"

"Oh shit run"

Brief and really unexpected. Genius!

Favourite non-MMJ lyric: "She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake"
Elvis Costello, Watching the Detectives.

Good thread, amilliondreams.

and all i could think of was last summer
and those wonderful days...

I keep singing that over and over.
I hope they play it when they come around

Also, sufjan stevens
"all things go, all things go" that line is stuck in my head

Time marches on
Time stands still
Time on my hands
Time to kill
Blood on my hands
And my hands in the till
Down at the 7-11
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

The past seems realer than the present to me now
I've got memories to last me
When the sky is gray
The way it is today
I remember the times when I was happy

Same old sun
Same old moon
It's the same old story
Same old tune
They all say
Someday soon
My sins will all be forgiven
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

They say "Everything's all right"
They say "Better days are near"
They tell us "These are the good times"
But they don't live around here
Billy and Christie don't--
Bruce and Patti don't--
They don't live around here

I had a girl
Now she's gone
She left town
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever

Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life folds back
Into the sea
We contemplate eternity
Beneath the vast indifference of heaven

It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

You dance real slow
You wreck it down
You walk away, then you
Turn around

What did that old blonde
Gal say?
That is the part...
You throw away

I want that beggars eyes
A winning horse
A tidy Mexican divorce

St. Mary's prayers
Houdini's Hands
And a Barman who always
Understands

Will you loose the flowers
Hold on to the vase
Will you wipe all those teardrops
Away from your fase
I can't help thinking
As I close the door
I have done all of this
Many times before

The bone must go
The wish can stay
The kiss don't know
What the lips will say

Forget I've hurt you
Put stones in your bed
And remember to never
Mind instead

Well all of your letters
Burned up in the fire
Time is just memory
Mixed in with Desire
That's not the road it is
Only the map...I say
Gone just like matches
From a closed down cabaret
In a Portuguese Saloon
A fly is a circling around
The room
You'll soon forget the
Tune that you play
For that is the part
You throw away
Ah, that is the part
You throw away

Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves?
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds?
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves
Face, breast, hips, and thighs
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled wood vines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go

There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life's reason why
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...

I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breast of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again

Never win and never lose
There's nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Still things aren't quite the same
Between you and me

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I still hear your voice at night
When I turn out the light
And try to settle down
But there's nothing much I can do
Because I can't live without you
Any way at all

 ::) Yeah that's a lot of stuff.
If someone wants to read them...

A little rain... & some more Waits, but he isn't exactly singing this.   ;D

Well Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on San Fernando Road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little Chihuahua named Carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. They had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple Mickey's Big Mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the Shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red then
Frank put on a top forty station
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed north

Never could stand that dog

Yes, I love that one, brilliant!

Ok, my songs were written by Warren Zevon, Tom Waits (2), Woody Guthrie and John Cale

i may do the Chills thing here and keep posting song after song, but one of my faves:

"in 1984, i was hospitalised for approaching perfection"


'random rules' by the silver jews

I have loved everything I ever heard by the Silver Jews.  And isn't one of them a poet, too?  Beautiful.

the aforementioned david berman in other topics is the mastermind/lyricist for the silver jews.  tada!   ;D

I'm the master rapper and I'm here to say
I love Fruity Pebbles in a major way
 ???Barney Rubble circa 1985?

vic chesnutt - vesuvius

"christian charity is a doily over my death-boner"

ill be damned if i know what hes really saying, but i think that line is fucking great.

ok ok, so talking blues songs are an entity of 40 years ago, this one from a few years ago is amazing:

It was a beautiful day in New York town
Folks jogging, biking, walkin 'round
When a couple of airplanes came around
Hit the big towers, knocked 'em down
Worst disaster on US soil – ever!...
Course, there's the Indians....a few million slaves...the buffalo...
Anyway, it was worse than Pearl Harbor!

President W. was flying round
Far away from New York town
When finally he came on TV, he said
Why do they hate us – 'cause we're free
Free to round up dark-skinned bearded guys...
Free to detain anyone who might have ties to – 'Sama....Al Qaida...
Somewhere in Cleveland there's some guy named Al Kida....K – I – D – A...
He's freaking out

Congress quickly rang the bell
And tried to fight those terrorist cells
With laws designed to never let
Our country fall to a terrorist threat
Anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone who knows anyone
who knows anyone....who might know a terrorist – is a terrorist!

There's terrorists using your email name
Sitting next to you at the ballgame
There's terrorists jumping in your bed
Terrorist's borrowing your head
Never seen so many terrorists!....I had to turn in my own mom....
You know what they say – unpaid parking tickets....
Aids terrorists!

There's laws for this and laws for that
To keep those terrorists under wraps
Some folks disagree with these
And talk of civil liberties
But it's like the Attorney General says....
If in times like these you can talk about individual freedom...
You're probably a terrorist!...

If you're planning air travel soon
You might want to think about a weather balloon
Nothing gets past those x-ray peekers
And don't carry nothing in your sneakers
Sorry for all the delays...if you want to get there so dang fast you oughta take the train....
"I have never been so insulted"...."Shut up, Dale".....

Well India and Pakistan
Are thinking of trading nuclear bombs
Israel and the PLO--
Suicide's the way to go
Meanwhile the lessons of 9-1-1 are clear...let's blow up the Middle East...
Smoking marijuana aids terrorists....John Walker Lindh could be your kid
Unless we get an economic stimulus package....
Cuba's our enemy unless we need a prison camp....
And let's get that guy in Cleveland--Al Kida!

Look ma, they're gonna fry Tim McVeigh
She said, that nice guy who was on the cover of all those magazines
Why would they wanna do a thing like that
I said, Well he killed all those people in Oklahoma City
She said, Nonsense, people don't kill people, car bombs kill people
I said, Well yeah ma, but they gotta do something with him
She said, Why don't they just get Mike Tyson to bite off both his ears


And I say true revolutionaries never bomb buildings
True revolutionaries never bomb buildings
It attracts too much attention
They never bomb buildings

A little girl down my block was born with silicone in her breasts
Turned out her grandmother and her mother had both had the implants done
and well, evolution took care of it this time round
And I started wondering why so many women with big breasts looked so sad
And I thought maybe it had something to do with the weight,
the burden they're asked to carry in the world--
to feed it, to be the object of its desires--
and I wondered what burdens the rest of us are asked to carry, and I thought

True revolutionaries never bomb buildings
It attracts too much attention
They never bomb buildings

And I decided to take a walk and do nothing 'cept look in the eyes of
Everyone I pass, and not be the first to avert my eyes no matter what
And I planned to go out for ten or fifteen minutes, but things started happening
and I didn't return for two years by which time I was heavyweight champion of the world
nd the expectant father of sixteen children, by thirteen different women

And while walking down 14th street, between 7th and 8th avenues in New York City
on my way to the subway to see the Yankees,
I suddenly realized you were my best friend in the world, and I grinned all the way
til the bottom of the seventh inning

I was in a fishing village in coastal Spain, it was Our Lady of Abortion Sunday afternoon
All the pregnant women in their first trimester went before the priest to receive the blessing of
Try Again sometime, try again

The old barber had dyed his hair green for the occasion
And pierced his nipples
And rode his skateboard to the statue of Conan O'Brien
Where he did backflips for the little kids
Who threw coins given to them by their parents

A visiting lecturer, achingly handsome
Had just given a How to Build Bombs in your Basement seminar in the park
And all the young girls put their notebooks away dreamily
And put dandelions in their hair

The chimpanzee who had managed to type out Hamlet three years before
Was sitting in the third floor office of the drivers license building
Typing out zoning ordinances, typing out learners permits, bored and lonely

Pee Wee Herman was sitting in the central square in the grass
Naked and masturbating
While all the townspeople moved to him slowly
And kissed him softly and sung lullabies in the grass

Princess Diana was driving through Paris in an open car all by herself
She waved, everybody waved back
She went to the zoo and spent the rest of the afternoon feeding peanuts to the gorilla

And in Berkeley, in Greenwich Village and in Paris, and in Scottsbluff, Nebraska
No one sits around funky little coffee shops anymore talking revolution
No, they get a Starbucks to go
Then they go back to their basketball games
And see who can jam, who can jump higher, who can take it to the rack
And they all wear baseball caps
'Cept they don't say Yankees or Dodgers or Cardinals anymore
They say Nike, Reebok and Adidas
'Cause the pro players, they don't play for teams anymore
They play for shoe companies
And the kids aren't fooled, they're just biding their time waiting for the millennium
When all the computers will crash because the best scientists in the world
Forgot to make them read zero

chorus

And I had a head full of dark thoughts
And suddenly everything cleared
And I realized, the only purpose really to revolution
Is to be able to love who you want, how you want, when you want, where you want,
So I took off all my clothes, & stole a boat, rowed off to the middle of the lake
Jumped in looked back at you
Said, c'mon, get wet

True revolutionaries....

QuoteI'm the master rapper and I'm here to say
I love Fruity Pebbles in a major way
???Barney Rubble circa 1985?

Woah.  Woah.  

Yeah, remember when "rap" was considered the "cool" thing for the kids, and all these commercials started doing it, and it was totally weird and lame?  

My fav set of lyrics from the group Living Colour:

I'm standing at the altar
As they play the wedding march
I'm in a black tuxedo with my collar full of starch
She looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get
I wake up from this nightmare in a pool of sweat

The song is Love Rears It's Ugly Head.
Just too funny to me.

influenced by the parents thread:

So sad, so sad, the news come our way this morning
Like a bad dream, a dream you never even talk about
In a school, a school, where they send our precious children
The one place of innocence the world might ever let them know
And barely aware of the odds against existence in the first place
Of love and fertility, of risk of a baby being born
And of food and clothes and fear and maybe relocation
Of sickness, recovery, of music lessons, painting the garage
And lingering over eggs and thoughts and sleepy conversations
And plans for the weekend, and one last pause to pet the dog
And a glance at the clock and the grabbing of the sandwich and the notebook
Confident of nothing but the unbroken days that they've been granted

But comes a child, a child so full of anger and hatred
Barely aware of the genesis coursing through his veins
With a gun, a gun, deaf and blind deliverer of madness
Skilled in its efficiency beyond his own unformulated brain
And with his hand in a fist, and his soul in a knot and his heart racing
And his mind sick with images, his slim shoulders finally feeling tall
And his fellow creatures, school kids in their crushes and their daydreams
Struggling to unwrap the ancient secrets of geometry
And he pulls from his coat the instrument to shatter all forevers
In a random blaze of insides and blood and endless now
And boom and flash and more and not even when it's over
Can any of them so much as summon up the sanity to scream
And on the floor his classmates blown down, and choking
As he lays his weapon on his desk, partly sure he isn't dreaming

And all the world descends, and offers up their condolence
And offers up their theories what went wrong and who and why and when and how
It's all the killing day and night on television
It's all the movies where violence is as natural as breathing
It's guns and bullets as easily obtainable as candy
It's video games where you kill and begin to think it's real
It's people not having God in their lives anymore
Or it's all of it, or none of it, or some of it, in various combinations
Now all these theories, sound pretty logical I guess
Though I ain't no scientist, I ain't no dissector of statistics
I ain't no theologist, I ain't no psychologist or biologist
All I can do is offer up a prayer of my own

Talk to your kids, play with your kids
Tell them your dreams, and your disappointments
Listen with your kids, and listen to your kids
Watch your kids, let your kids watch you
Tell your kids the truth, best as you can tell it
No use telling lies, your kids can always smell it
Cook for your kids, let your kids cook for you
Sing with your kids, teach your kids the blues
Learn their games, teach them yours
Touch your kids, find out what they know
Be sad with your kids, be stupid with your kids
Embarrass your kids, let them embarrass you
Be strong with your kids, be tough with your kids
Be firm with your kids, say no to your kids,
Say yes to your kids, take it easy on your kids
You were a kid not so long ago
There's things you know, your kids will never know
There's places they live where you will never go
So dance with your kids, paint with your kids
Walk with your kids, tell stories to your kids
One day your kids, won't be kids
And maybe they'll have kids of their own
Lets hope they talk to their kids, play with their kids
Tell them their dreams, and their disappointments....

Man.  I really like the lingering over the eggs bit.

ratsprayer, I wish you would post who wrote these songs... :)

QuoteMan.  I really like the lingering over the eggs bit.

ratsprayer, I wish you would post who wrote these songs... :)

oh sorry, his name is dan bern, all three of them.  in order, theyre
1 - Talkin' Al Kida Blues
2 - True Revolutionaries
3 - Kids Prayer

hes on the same level for me as MMJ, that good IMO.  ive met him a few times and hung out, so i know his stances on things and such.  if anyone wants a copy of these, just PM me.  

Word.   :D

You're right ratsprayer,Dan Bern is way cool.Saw him perform 3 or 4 times now and he is so good live.He also has a great sense of humour in his stage prescence and in some of lyrics.Well worth checking out.

I cried when they hit the towers
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when the buildings tumbled
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But the Pentagon got what was coming
They got what they asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to protests and rallies
And I put down the old N.R.A.
I love Tiger and Denzel and Oprah
I hope every minority gets their way
And I have tolerance for every person
As long as my children aren't gay
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Condi was chosen
My faith in the system restored
And I cheered when Michael Moore
Accepted the Academy Award
And I love Mexicans and Muslims
As long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people who voted for 'W'
Must enjoy going to war
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Bill Mahr?
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I watch Jon Stewart and Crossfire
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Matthews and Chomsky
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Rwanda
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the Democratic Party
They think the Iraqi War was wrong
I go to all the Dave Matthews concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the emails you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist blogs
Learned all the old protest hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Ms. Emmylou Harris' "Michelangelo"

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by the river
You were digging up the bodies
Buried long ago
Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed you were a pilgrim
On a highway out alone to find
The mother of your children
Who were still unborn and waiting
In the wings of some desire
Abandoned long ago
Michelangelo

Were you there at Armageddon
Was Paris really burning
Could I have been the one to pull you
From the point of no returning
And did I hear you calling out my name
Or was it forgotten long ago
Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were riding
On a blood red painted pony
Up where the heavens were dividing
And the angels turned to ashes
You came tumbling with them to earth
So Far below
Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were dying
In a field of thorn and roses
With a hawk about you crying
For the warrior slain in battle
From an arrow driven deep inside you
Long ago
Michelangelo

Did you suffer at the end
Would there be no one to remember
Did you banish all the old ghosts
With the terms of surrender
And could you hear me calling out your name
Well I guess that I will never know
Michelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago
Michelangelo

This song kills me evrytime
Duk Koo Kim (Sun Kil Moon)

looking out on my roof last night
woken up from a dream
i saw a typhoon coming in close
bringing the clouds down to the sea
making the world look gray and alone
taking all light from my view
keeping everyone in
and keeping me here with you

around you now
i can't sleep no more baby

around you still
don't want to leave yet

woken up from a dream last night
somewhere lost in war
i couldn't feel my feet or hands
i didn't feel right anymore

i knew there I'd die alone
with no one to reach to
but an angel came down
and brought me back to you

i'd rather leave this world forever
baby
than let life go the way it's going

watching an old fight film last night
Ray Mancini and Duk Koo Kim
the boy from Seoul was hanging in good
but the pounding took to him
and there in the square he lay alone
without face without crown
and the angel who looked upon
never came down

you never know
what day could pick you
baby
out of the air
out of nowhere

come to me once more my love
show me love I've never known

sing to me once more my love
words from your younger years

sing to me once more my love
songs that i love to hear

birds gather 'round my window
fly with everything i love about the day
flowers, blue and gold and orange
rise with everything i love about the day

walk with me down these strange streets
how have we come to be here
so kind are all these people
how have we come to know them

went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble
Circling his head
And I bellowed at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down upon me

And washed me all away


Ah, that is the right way to start a song!

Quote
I cried when they hit the towers
Tears ran down my spine
And I cried when the buildings tumbled
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But the Pentagon got what was coming
They got what they asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to protests and rallies
And I put down the old N.R.A.
I love Tiger and Denzel and Oprah
I hope every minority gets their way
And I have tolerance for every person
As long as my children aren't gay
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Condi was chosen
My faith in the system restored
And I cheered when Michael Moore
Accepted the Academy Award
And I love Mexicans and Muslims
As long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people who voted for 'W'
Must enjoy going to war
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Bill Mahr?
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I watch Jon Stewart and Crossfire
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Matthews and Chomsky
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Rwanda
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the Democratic Party
They think the Iraqi War was wrong
I go to all the Dave Matthews concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the emails you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist blogs
Learned all the old protest hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

That reminded me of something.

Love Me, I'm a Liberal
By Phil Ochs


  E               A           E     A
I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
E                   C#m
Tears ran down my spine
   E              A          E
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
               F#7             B7
As though I'd lost a father of mine
     E        A              E
But Malcolm X got what was coming
   G#m                        A
He got what he asked for this time
   E        C#m      A        B7    E
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
Of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
As long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crane?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New Republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democtratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal


And you've got the chords for free!

wonderful song:
"Jezebel" by Iron & Wine

Who's seen Jezebel
she was born to be
the woman I would know
and hold like the breeze
half as tight as both eyes closed

Who's seen Jezebel
she went walking where
the cedars line the road
her blouse on the ground
where the dogs were hungry roaming

Saying wait
we swear we'll love you more
and holy Jezebel
it's we, we that you are for
only

Who's seen Jezebel
she was born to be
the woman we could blame
make me a beast half as brave
I'd be the same

Who's seen Jezebel
she was gone before
I ever got to say
lay here my love
you're the only shape I pray to
Jezebel

Who's seen Jezebel
will the mountain last
as long as I can wait
wait like the dawn how
it aches to meet the day

Who's seen Jezebel
she was certainly
the spark for all I've done
the window was wide she could see
the dogs come running
saying wait
we swear we'll love you more
and holy Jezebel
it's we, we that you are for
only

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That reminded me of something.

Love Me, I'm a Liberal
By Phil Ochs

Nice work, Chills.  That's the song that I adapted that from.  Phil Ochs was the man.

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Nice work, Chills.  That's the song that I adapted that from.  Phil Ochs was the man.

You adapted that yourself? Respect!
My dad had a big 4 disc Phil Ochs box set, some cool stuff on there.

I posted a fragment yesterday, But because this is actually an ass-kicking lyric, here is the whole thing.
Not really radio friendly material!
It's fuckin' long too, but as I've read somewhere, more is better.


I went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble
Circling his head
And I bellowed at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down upon me
And washed me all away
Saying

Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry

And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road

Well, the moon it looked exhausted
Like something you should pity
Spent an age-spotted
Above the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face
Her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with the lies
But the ghost of her still lingers on
Though she's passed through me
And is gone
The slum dogs, they are barking
And the rain children on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow

Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
For the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry

And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road

And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale-bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And its into a guilt
And its into the fucking fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray
Saying

Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the night is dark
And the night is deep
And its jaws are open wide
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry

And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road

It's the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every doorway
Wasting you for money, for your clothes
And for your nothing
Entire towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless rains
And if you stick your arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and nearly missed
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
Singing

Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry

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You adapted that yourself? Respect!
My dad had a big 4 disc Phil Ochs box set, some cool stuff on there.

I appreciate the respect, Chills.  I have that same box set.  Those are powerful lyrics that you posted.  Who do they belong to?

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I appreciate the respect, Chills.  I have that same box set.  Those are powerful lyrics that you posted.  Who do they belong to?

Crucifixion is my favorite Ochs song, but Cross My Heart and Rehearsals For Retirement are awesome too.

Those lyrics?
Biblical doom, wretched love and urban decay thrown together in a catchy song, only one adress... Mr. Nick Cave.
It's on Henry's Dream, but I've only heard the raging version on Live Seeds.
That album has a stunning Mercy Seat too. I'm really into it.

Some more Faces

"Ooh La La"

Poor old Granddad
I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of women's ways
They trap you, then they use you
Before you even know
For love is blind and you're far too kind
Don't ever let it show
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.
The Can Can's such a pretty show
They'll steal your heart away
But backstage, back on earth again
The dressing rooms are grey
They come on strong and it ain't too long
Before they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You're just a boy again
When you want her lips, you get a cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more and she's fast asleep
Then she's twinkling with the stars.
Poor young grandson, there's nothing I can say
You'll have to learn, just like me
And that's the hardest way
Ooh la la
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

Also a great song. Your wonderful taste in music never ceases to amaze me, Chills.  While I'm posting, here is another gem from the Dylan catalouge.  

Fourth Time Around

When she said,"Don't waste
your words, they're just lies,"
I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face
until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget,
Everybody must give something back
For something they get."

I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."
I said, "Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum."
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.

Well when true love knocked upon my door
She'd just barely turned 15
And I was a little bit nervous
If you know just what I mean.

But I'd heard somewhere that true love concers all
And I figured that was that
Then I started having dreams about being chased out of town
Wearing nothing but my cowboy hat.

Townes Van Zandt.

QuoteThose lyrics?
Biblical doom, wretched love and urban decay thrown together in a catchy song, only one adress... Mr. Nick Cave.
It's on Henry's Dream, but I've only heard the raging version on Live Seeds.
That album has a stunning Mercy Seat too. I'm really into it.

Good to see a another Nick Cave fan!
Have you heard Johnny Cash's Mercy Seat? Just as good as Hurt if not better.

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Good to see a another Nick Cave fan!
Have you heard Johnny Cash's Mercy Seat? Just as good as Hurt if not better.

Yeah, I've heard it. It's great. I like the big organ (?) sound in the song.

Here's another one from Mr. Cash

I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back
But, it's better than not coming back at all
Many a good man
I saw fall And even now,
every time I dream I hear the men
and the monkeys in the jungle scream

Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me , but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

I remember one night,
Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z.
We had our 16's on rock and roll
But, with all that fire,
was scared and cold
We were crazy, we were wild
And I have seen the tiger smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead , but by God's grace

Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain
And nobody tried to be John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
I got a little limp now when
I walk Got a little tremolo when
I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam

Drive on, don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got a woman who knows her man
Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on

QuoteAlso a great song. Your wonderful taste in music never ceases to amaze me, Chills.  While I'm posting, here is another gem from the Dylan catalouge.  
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Ha, I hadn't seen that, thanks  8)
As you seem to enjoy Mr. Dylan, here is another absolute masterpiece. A long one again  ::)

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and the heir
of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
well, when exactly do you mean?
see I've already waited too long
and all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does

tom waits - cemetery polka  

Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
Plays accordion for Mr. Weiss

Uncle Biltmore and Uncle William
Made a million during World War Two
But they're tightwads and they're cheapskates
And they'll never give a dime to you

Auntie Mame has gone insane
She lives in the doorway of an old hotel
And the radio is playing opera
All she ever says is "Go to hell"

Uncle Violet flew as a pilot
And there ain't no pretty girls in France
Now he runs a tiny little bookie joint
They say he never keeps it in his pants

Uncle Bill will never leave a will
And the tumor is as big as an egg
He has a mistress, she's Puerto Rican
And I heard she has a wooden leg

Uncle Phil can't live without his pills
He has emphysema and he's almost blind
And we must find out where the money is
Get it now before he loses his mind

Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion for Mr. Weiss

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y'all have knocked her up.
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all
Or drown in my own shit.

Come on Maggot Brain
Go on Maggot Brain

Mmmmmmsmithsmmmmmm... :)

dan bern - good news & bad news about god or god has an awful lot of time

I've got good news, and bad news,
To tell you about God;
Good news, and bad news, to tell you about God;
The good news is he answers
Every single prayer...
Isn't that fantastic ?Every single prayer !
But God has an awful lot of time on his hands;
God has an awful lot of time on his hands.
And God has a backlog of prayers to be answered
That stretches from Miami to the far side of Neptune ...
You see, when you say a prayer
It goes into a file-o-fax
And usually sits there,
For three million years
And when god finally gets to it,
He takes it out and looks at it;
He leans back in his leather chair,
Considers it and ruminates,
He coughs and clears his throat,
Meanwhile another
Fifty five thousand years
Have now gone by

And when he finally grants your prayer
Your simple request
For nice weather
for your mother's
Sunday game of tennis
Your mother's long dead.
And you're long dead.
And your entire species
Is oftentimes extinct or has
Up and left the planet
Or evolved into a creature that lives
Only in a dome and does not require
Sunshine to play tennis ...

They say god works in mysterious ways
God does not work in mysterious ways ...
God is predictable; God is organized,
But God has a lifetime that's so very, very long
Compared to yours or mine.
It's like, If you were a bug
And you crawled around the world
And you did it again
And again;
And again;
Like, trillions of times
'Til your tiny little tracks
Created so much erosion
That the earth looked like a sphere with its center strip cut out
Like a humongus yo-yo
Lying on its side,
Well that would be an afternoon stroll before dinner
for God...

In the Cenozoic age
A long time ago
An australopithecus,
That is to say, a monkey
Was trying to run away
From a wooly rhinoceros
And while he was being chased
He wished that the heavens
Would open up and give
That wooly rhinoceros
A great big sunburn--
He was not exactly sure, how to say "melanoma"
Or "hole in the ozone"
But the sentiment was there,
And the prayer was there,
And you say...God works in mysterious ways?
God does not work in mysterious ways!
It's just that god has an awful lot of time on his hands
God has an awful lot of time on his hands....

And oh, incidentally
If you think God is old,
You ought to see his parents
Livin' down in Florida

God has an awful lot of time on his hands
God has an awful lot of time. . . . .

dan bern - kababa or when the earth had two moons

Back when the earth had two moons
Back when the earth had two moons
Baby, can you even remember
That far back when the earth had two moons
We sold it to the people of Kababa
We sold it to the people of Kababa
A medium sized planet in a small solar system in a very large galaxy just next door
A medium sized planet in a small solar system in a very large galaxy just next door
Go to Jupiter, take the first right, fly north north north for 30 billion light years
Remember that space is curved and you can't miss it
Remember that space is curved and you can't miss it

Back when the earth had two moons
It seemed as though eclipses were incessant
Every seven years they were both full
Sometimes when one was full the other was a crescent
We sold it to the people of Kababa
For the Berlin wall and all the tea in China
For the gross national product of America
For the cash crop of North Carolina
Back when the earth had two moons
Nobody had any money
Nobody ever had a fever
No one ever slept alone either
Shoes were the only transportation
No one ever heard of litigation
There was hardly anybody who could spell
But every body slept pretty well

But we sold it to the people of Kababa
For cars and roads and offices
For Warner Brothers, Exxon and Sony
For hamburger meat and baloney
Ah, but now we're better off--don't you see
With CNN on the TV
Child hookers in the Philippines to screw me
Karaoke for every wannabe
We got fast food and condoms and hair spray
We got the right to vote to take all of our rights away
We got life and the means to spend it
We've even got the bomb in case we want to end it

But if you ever find yourself wishing
The moon was back in its original position
There's a rumor that the deal was never signed
And Kababa isn't difficult to find
Go to Jupiter, take the first right, fly north north north for 30 billion light years
Remember that space is curved and you can't miss it
Remember that space is curved and you can't miss it

Back when the earth had two moons
Back when the earth had two moons

It's back. Post yer favorite lyrics here.


Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly,
Why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There are a few things I never could believe
A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

Laissez-faire mi amour, ce la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim
Back out to sea?
The world don't care what a soldier
Does in town
It's all hanging in the windows
By the pound
There are few things
I never could believe...

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

I only want to hear your purr and to hear
You moan There is another man who brings
The money home
I don't want dishes in the sink
Please don't tell me what you
Feel or what you think
There are few things I never could believe.

They may sound simple, but for some reason these few lines seem profound to me.............."only you know where you have been to, and only you know what you have been through, there's better things you're gonna get into, and I wanna be there too."..........ONLY YOU KNOW   Phil Spector  for  Dion  1975.

*ahem*



"Sk8er Boi"

He was a boy
She was a girl
Can I make it anymore obvious?
He was a punk.
And she did ballet.
What morea can I say?
He wanted her.
She'd never tell.
Secretely she wanted him as well.
And all of her friends
Stuck up their nose.
And they had a problem with his baggy clothes.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi.
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face but her head was up in space.
She needed to come back down to earth.
Five years from now she sits at home feeding the baby she's all alone.
She turns on TV and guess who she sees.
Sk8er boi rocking up MTV.
She calls up her friends.
They already know
And they've all got tickets to see his show.
She tags along, stands in the crowd . Looks up at the man that she turned down.
He was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi. He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a superstar slammin on his guitar to show pretty face what he's worth.
Sorry girl but you missed out. Well tough luck that boi's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too
bad that you couldn't see.. see the man that boi could be. There is more than meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.
He's just a boi, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love.
Haven't you heard how we rock eachother's world?
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.
I met the sk8er boi I said see ya later boi.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing the song he wrote about a girl he use to know.


Such a storyteller... it's BRILLIANT.

is this Avril??  Oh my.

Rainy Night In Soho by The Pogues


 I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

1952 Vincent Black Lightning
Richard Thompson

Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride
 
Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride

Stand and fight we do consider
Reminded of an inner pact between us
That's seen as we go
And ride there
In motion
To fields in debts of honor
Defending

Stand the marchers soaring talons,
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom,
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you
Attacking

Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem.

Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver,
Surely we know.
In glory
We rise to offer,
Create our freedom,
A word we utter,
A word.

Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised as violence display?
The curse increased we fight the pow'r
And live by it by day.
Our gods awake in thunderous roars,
And guide the leaders hand in paths of glory to the cause.

Listen, should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence;
Help us now.

Listen, your friends have been broken,
They tell us of your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their children's laughter
On to hell.

The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.

Soon, oh soon the light,
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you,
Our reason to be here.

Soon, oh soon the time,
All we move to gain will reach and calm;
Our heart is open,
Our reason to be here.

Long ago, set into rhyme.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.

Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here

High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here
Be here now
Here we can be

AWAKEN SUNS HIGH STREAMS THRU AWAKEN GENTLE STRONG DREAMS REIGN HERE
GENTLE MASS .)(. MASS TOUCH STAR, SONG, AGE, LESS TOUCHING

Workings of man
Set to ply out historical life
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening
All restoring you

Workings of man
Crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing his reaching so clearly

Workings of man
Driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions
So that all is left for you
all is left for you
all this left for you NOW...

Master of Images
Songs cast a light on you
Hark thru dark ties
That tunnel us out of sane existence
In challenge as direct
As eyes see young stars assemble

Master of Light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our heart

Master of Soul
Set to touch
All impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that's clear
Be honest with yourself
There's no doubt no doubt

Master of Time
Setting sail
Over all our lands
And as we look
Forever closer
Shall we now bid
Farewell farewell...

High Vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
We can be here

Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me

Like the time I ran away
And turned around
And you were standing close to me

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me

Lost on a wave and then after
Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decide
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with its arms all around me
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided

Straight light moving and removing
SHARPNESS of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits you

Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the Heart of the Sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the sun with its arms all around me
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Randy Newman - Lonely At The Top

I've been around the world
Had my pick of any girl
You'd think I'd be happy
But I'm not
Ev'rybody knows my name
But it's just a crazy game
Oh, it's lonely at the top

Listen to the band, they're playing just for me
Listen to the people paying just for me
All the applause-all the parades
And all the money I have made
Oh, it's lonely at the top

Listen all you fools out there
Go on and love me-I don't care
Oh, it's lonely at the top
Oh, it's lonely at the top
 
 :D

the man is a poet - such a beautiful song

Scattered Black And Whites - Elbow

Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
My hands are black the sun is going down
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
Crosswords through the bathroom door
While someone sings the theme-tune to the news
And my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
And that's what triggered this.
I come back here from time to time
I shelter here some days.

A high-back chair. He sits and stares
A thousand yards and whistles
Marching-band (Boom-ching)
Kneeling by and speaking up
He reaches out and I take a
Massive hand. Disjointed tales
That flit between short trousers
And a full dress uniform
And he talks of people ten years
Gone like I've known them all my life
Like scattered black 'n' whites....

i love elbow, amazing band.

guy has a great voice, i'd love to see them live... their songs are so evocative, particularly this one. he does heartbreak very well!

i love this one off the new album:

Mexican Standoff

Shifting my weight now from foot to foot
What did she see in this man
I'm not superstitious but if I can get
This ball in the basket
Then he'll wake up dead

Your sweet reassurances don't' change the fact
That he's better looking than me
Yet he'd look ideal 'neath the wheels of a car
Oh Mexican standoff I wish I was hard

(mental revenge is sweet! ) ;D

for pure, lovely wackiness complete with gear-grinding...

Valet Parking - super furry animals

[Cardiff to Vilnius in five easy verses]
Vilnius vacation
I don't need no innoculation
I just jump in my car and go
For how long?
I do not know
The Euro Zone is my home
Passed my driving test last year
You know it took me a while to get there
It was my fourth time around
And I was in perfect mind of sound
Underneath my chair is the road to her

[At this point I switch my radio on]
If it's not crap trance on the radio
Then it's problem rock on every show
You know they're go no more lows to go
They're making too much money
And taking too much Blow
Your mind is behind

[And this is total nowness]
Fly away in my silver Bluebird
Some would argue that it's grey
Fly away in my silver Bluebird
Sleep in lay-bys on the way

[Coming up to Berlin I have a mild accident]
Well it's Solvent Abuse Awareness Week
At the clinic in a Berlin backyard
Sleek as the big lump on my head
I could really do with a bath and a bed
But underneath my chair
Is the road to her

[So I just head on for Poland, and, er...]
Reach my destination with no satellite navigation system
Just a map and a clear mind
If I run out of bucks
Maybe I'll drive a truck
But it's a lonely way to make some pay

Fly away in my silver Bluebird
Some would argue that it's grey
Fly away in my silver Bluebird
Sleep in lay-bys on the way

My Curse - Afghan Whigs (sung by Marcy Mays of Scrawl)

You hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh, i do not fear you
And slave i only use
As a word to describe the special way i feel for you
You look like me
And i look like no one else
We need no other
As long as we have ourselves
But i won't cry about it
Every time you get obsessed
Every time i came undressed
All ugly thoughts are gone
I'm sure we'll all be friends
I'll try to break your back
You'll try to make amends
Curse softly to me baby
And smother me in your love
Temptation comes not from hell but from above
And there's blood on my teeth
When i bite my tongue to speak
Zip me down, kiss me there
I can smile now
You won't find out ever
Hurt me baby
I flinch so when you do
Your kisses scourge me
Hyssop in your perfume
Oh i do not fear you
And slave i only use as a word to describe
The way i feel when i'm with you
If i have to lie about it everytime i came undressed

I've had Bob Dylan songs running through my head, getting mixed up all day.  I think it's because I'm reading Chronicles.  

Here's a snippet from one of my favourites, and I would love to do the whole thing, but I don't think there's space for it here.  

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.


Man that man.  You read his book, and you don't even care if he's telling the truth or not.  That's a rare thing.

Does anybody know of Ben Kweller? I'm a pretty big fan of his. There's a song off his second album called "Living Life", that's so beautifully cheesy and simple. A few of my friends died or were seriously injured in a bunch of separate wrecks and accidents, including me, last year, all within about 1 month of each other.  One of my best friends passed away in the accident we were in, and while I was recovering I listened to that song on friggin' repeat all day. The words are kinda lame, but whenever I listen to the song, the lyrics always seem to be so comforting. They don't even merit posting the song really, but they always seem to grab at me.

QuoteI've had Bob Dylan songs running through my head, getting mixed up all day.  I think it's because I'm reading Chronicles.  

Here's a snippet from one of my favourites, and I would love to do the whole thing, but I don't think there's space for it here.  

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.


Man that man.  You read his book, and you don't even care if he's telling the truth or not.  That's a rare thing.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.



Great song.   Great book.  Great man!!!

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My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.



Great song.   Great book.  Great man!!!

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.


Like....how does someone even BEGIN to write a song like that?

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Like....how does someone even BEGIN to write a song like that?

i think one can do that with lots of lemonade.   ;)

QuoteDoes anybody know of Ben Kweller? I'm a pretty big fan of his. There's a song off his second album called "Living Life", that's so beautifully cheesy and simple. A few of my friends died or were seriously injured in a bunch of separate wrecks and accidents, including me, last year, all within about 1 month of each other.  One of my best friends passed away in the accident we were in, and while I was recovering I listened to that song on friggin' repeat all day. The words are kinda lame, but whenever I listen to the song, the lyrics always seem to be so comforting. They don't even merit posting the song really, but they always seem to grab at me.

Does that "Living Life" go something like this:

Hold me like a mother would
Like I always knew somebody should
Though tomorrow don't so good....
Ohh, this ls life
Livin, livin, livin, livin, livin, livin,
Livin life


If so that song is by Daniel Johnston, who is a great songwriter.  Here's a gem from Daniel:

The Story of an Artist (Don't Be Scared)

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"
"Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don't really like what you do.
We don't think anyone ever will.
It's a problem that you have,
And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

The artist walks alone
Someone says behind his back,
"He's got his gall to call himself that!
He doesn't even know where he's at!"

The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?

They sit in front of their TV
Saying, "Hey! This is fun!"
And they laugh at the artist
Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."
The best things in life are truly free
Singing birds and laughing bees
"You've got me wrong", says he.
"The sun don't shine in your TV"

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"
"Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don't really like what you do.
We don't think anyone ever will.
It's a problem that you have,
And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old.
Some would try for fame and glory
Others just like to watch the world.
 

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Does that "Living Life" go something like this:

Hold me like a mother would
Like I always knew somebody should
Though tomorrow don't so good....
Ohh, this ls life
Livin, livin, livin, livin, livin, livin,
Livin life


If so that song is by Daniel Johnston, who is a great songwriter.  Here's a gem from Daniel:

The Story of an Artist (Don't Be Scared)

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"
"Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don't really like what you do.
We don't think anyone ever will.
It's a problem that you have,
And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

The artist walks alone
Someone says behind his back,
"He's got his gall to call himself that!
He doesn't even know where he's at!"

The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He does this all his waking hours
But is it really so wrong?

They sit in front of their TV
Saying, "Hey! This is fun!"
And they laugh at the artist
Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."
The best things in life are truly free
Singing birds and laughing bees
"You've got me wrong", says he.
"The sun don't shine in your TV"

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others aren't so bold

Everyone, and friends and family
Saying, "Hey! Get a job!"
"Why do you only do that only?
Why are you so odd?
We don't really like what you do.
We don't think anyone ever will.
It's a problem that you have,
And this problem's made you ill."

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old.
Some would try for fame and glory
Others just like to watch the world.

M Ward did a fine version of that one too


What's Happening Brother

(Marvin Gaye/James Nyx)

Hey baby, what'cha know good
I'm just gettin' back, but you knew I would
War is hell, when will it end,
When will people start gettin' together again
Are things really gettin' better, like the newspaper said
What else is new my friend, besides what I read
Can't find no work, can't find no job my friend
Money is tighter than it's ever been
Say man, I just don't understand
What's going on across this land
Ah what's happening brother,
Oh ya, what's happening my man
Are they still gettin' down where we used to go and dance
Will our ball club win the pennant,
do you think they have a chance
And tell me friend, how in the world have you been.
Tell me what's out and I want to know what's in.
What's the deal man, what's happening
What's happening brother
Ah what's happening brother
What's happening my man
Ah what's happening brother
What's been shaken up and down the line
I want to know cause I'm slightly behind the time.

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Does that "Living Life" go something like this:

Hold me like a mother would
Like I always knew somebody should
Though tomorrow don't so good....
Ohh, this ls life
Livin, livin, livin, livin, livin, livin,
Livin life

No, I've heard that song, and other Daniel Johnston, not a whole lot, but I like what I heard.

I can not fucking get enough of this song these days:

Cat Power's The Greatest:

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust

Melt me down
To big black armour
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make em watch a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleeping
Lower me down
Pin me down
Secure the grounds
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
Two fists of solid rock
With brains that could explain
Any feeling

Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleeping
For the later parade

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust

who recognises this:

Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give you back your hope,
you can find your love with diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag.

Hot Freaks-Guided By Voices    
I met a non-dairy creamer
Explicitly laid out like a fruitcake
With a wet spot
Bigger than a great lake
Took me to the new church
And baptized me with salt
She told me, liquor
I am a new man

Hot freaks

This one is on the house
This one is better than ever

I walked into the house of miraculous recovery
And stood before king everything
And he asked me to join him in the red wing
Took me to pie land
Said, I’m a thigh man
I will be eternally hateful

Hot freaks
Hot freaks
Hot freaks

This one is on the house
This one is better than ever
And this one is on the house
This one is better than ever
This one is on the house
This one is better than ever

...Pretty much anything written by Bob Pollard.  The man is a scientist... err umm I mean genius.

This is a J.Cash song, although Nick Cave sings it, too.  But Mr. Cave calls it "The Singer", and the original title is "The Folk Singer".

So I'm referring to the version called The Folk Singer that J.C. did.  I've probably heard it 150 times in my life, but I put it on at work the other day, and felt like I was listening to it for the first time.  1968.  What the hell?  It doesn't seem to fit in any time.

Anyhow:

As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a song
Today the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home
I pass a million houses
But there is no place that I belong
All I knew to give you
Was song after song after song
All the truths I tried to tell you
Were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late
And 200 years too soon
I`m a child of this age
Locked into the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a look
Will they marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did aspire
Or will they tear out the pages of the book
To light a fire
With the rain on my face
There is no place that I belong
Did you forget the folk singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?

I didn't even know this was a Johnny Cash song. I only know the Nick Cave version and I frickin' love it. The jangly guitars sound fantastic, as does the space between twangs.

Great, now I have to go buy the original album. Thanks a lot.

Suicidal Tendencies- Institutionalized

Sometimes I try to do things and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted
to.
I get real frustrated and I try hard to do it and I take my time and it
doesn't work out the way I wanted to.
It's like I concentrate real hard and it doesn't work out
Everything I do and everything I try never turns out
It's like I need time to figure these things out
But there's always someone there going

Hey Mike:
You know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately.You
know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe
you'll feel a lot better

And I go:
No it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone I'll figure
it out. You know I'll just work by myself.

And they go:
Well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll
probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.

And I go:
No I don't want to I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself and they just keep
bugging me and they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it
builds up inside.

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way.

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
to give me the needed professional help
to protect me from the enemy, myself

I was in my room and I was just like staring at the wall thinking about
everything but then again I was thinking about nothing
And then my mom came in and I didn't even know she was there she called my
name and I didn't even hear it, and then she started screaming MIKE! MIKE!
And I go:
What, what's the matter
And she goes:
What's the matter with you?
I go:
There's nothing-wrong mom.
And she goes:
Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!
And I go:
No mom I'm not on drugs I'm okay, I was just thinking you know, why don't
you get me a pepsi.
And she goes:
NO you're on drugs!
I go:
Mom I'm okay, I'm just thinking.
She goes:
No you're not thinking, you're on drugs! Normal people don't act that way!
I go:
Mom just give me a Pepsi please
All I want is a Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi, and she wouldn't give it to me.
Just a Pepsi.

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around you're back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room and my mom and my dad came in and they pulled up
a chair and they sat down, they go:
Mike, we need to talk to you
And I go:
Okay what's the matter
They go:
Me and your mom have been noticing lately that you've been having a lot of
problems, you've been going off for no reason and we're afraid you're gonna
hurt somebody, we're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your interest if we put you somewhere
where you could get the help that you need.
And I go:
Wait, what do you mean, what are you talking about, we decided!? My best
interest?! How can you know what's my best interest is? How can you say what
my best interest is? What are you trying to say, I'm crazy? When I went to
your schools, I went to your churches, I went to your institutional learning
facilities?! So how can you say I'm crazy.

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally I'll be dead

I'm not crazy - institutionalized
You're the one who's crazy - institutionalized
You're driving me crazy - institutionalized

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

What does it matter i'll probably get hit by a car anyway

Stan Ridgway - Pile driver

There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don't pump gasoline
It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day
It's run by all the people who
Have got some blueprint plan to do
So don't shake your head––no, just nod and say "okay"

And before I knew it, I got shoved in line
Marchin' south in single file, and countin' off in time


Chorus:
(So, And) Bring that pile driver over here and be quick
We've got to dig a hole right now, so we can put in this stick
We've got a hundred fourty-seven done, we only got a day
So bring that pile driver over here right away



Now here's a big wide open space
So wipe that smile right off your face
And replace it now with a look of stern regard
It's the early bird that gets the worm
So what happens when the worm will learn
It's the older ways for new we will discard


And someone sent us this big machine that guarantees
There'll be no argument at all when we're packin' one of these


Chorus repeat


But wait a minute
Did you hear it cough
This crazy arm
We can't turn off
It's rollin' round
And diggin' down a mile
Look out––this big machine
Has gone hog wild!


So look out, world, we're buildin' now
When the hammer hits, the thumb says "Ow!"
Somewhere you know there's progress made
One thing's for sure, we'll get our asphalt laid
This big machine has run amuck
And someone somewhere passed the buck
So keep an ear out for that whistle call
And duck when you see that wreckin' ball


And hey, Bob, don't light that match, we could explode
I'll move some dirt while you block off the road

Dear Anne by Ryan Adams, one of the most beautiful lyrics ever written. It's about Anne Frank.

I read a book on you
You were doing fine
One lazy afternoon
You wrote in your diary
Your sister Margot, she don't talk
Peter, he's sad and rude
My thoughts they are with you

Who turned you in?
Who let you down?
Who sold you out?
The green police or the Dutch N.S.B.?
Oh honey why?
You was a beautiful child.

Yeah, and she was just sixteen,
Barely a girl.
And she watch the leaves go green
Through the cracks in an old window sill.
What the hell did those people do?
Yeah, and how could they sleep,
Once they laid their eyes on you?

Who turned you in?
Who let you down?
Who sold you out?
The green police or the Dutch N.S.B.?
Oh honey why?
You was a beautiful child.

Well, it broke your daddy's heart
But you made him smile
And Miep, she kept your book
With the cloth and red checkerboard tie
I want to thank you for your thoughts
Though they weren't mine to read
p.s. --  keep an eye on me

Who turned you in?
Who let you down?
Who sold you out?
The green police or the Dutch N.S.B.?
Oh, honey why?
You was a beautiful child.
A beautiful child.
A beautiful child.

Here's some good modern-day folk from Todd Snider

The Ballad of the Kingsmen

The Kingsmen came together in a garage,
They could hardly even play
But they practiced night
And day pretty soon they got to where they could really play that song Louie,
Louie
So, they saved up all the money from the shows,
Went in to one of them studios and gave their version of the song a try

Now, I don't know the words to that song Louie,
Louie and I'm pretty sure the singer for the
Kingsmen didn't know 'em either,
If he did know 'em he didn't get 'em right on the record
Cause on the record they sound jumbled in his jaw? It says,
Me think of me girl oh so constantly
Ahmayaaah makaaaah aahh ooohoooh aaaaah
Well, that last part scared everybody from the PTA to the FBI
You see, the kids had been going kind of crazy lately
And it seemed like nobody could figure out why,
So they decided to form a coalition,
Launch an investigation, you know for the children, they at least had to try
To figure out the words to Louie, Louie


Chorus
It's the feel good hit of this endless summer
It gets these kids out of control
Singin along to that star spangled bummer,
Hail, hail rock and roll

Marilyn Manson's real name isn't even Marilyn Manson,
He's a skinny public high school Kid from Florida,
Not some monster from out of this world and like of a lot other skinny long hair public
High school kids he was sick of getting
Beaten up by the pulling guard all week only to go out on the weekend,
And watch the Quarterback get all the girls so,
He formed a band man
Now' he gets all the girls,
A few years later a couple of latchkey kids go tragically
Mad and everybody's standing around the television store at the mall trying to figure out what went wrong,
This guy says,
You think the life of a kid going to high school could've gotten so bad this other guy says nah,
It's just the words to one of them goddamn Marilyn Manson songs,
You know the one

Chorus

You know, every ten years or so our country and some other little country,
We start firing all of our newest weapons
At each other for some reason or another, right or wrong,
Like it or not, it happens, and when it happens
People get shot and when people get shot,
They show it on tv a lot every night at six o clock
And you don't even have to be eighteen to see it you don't even have to be in first grade,
First grade where they teach the kid pride
They tell him he'll need to thrive,
In a world where only the strong will survive,
So he's taught the art of more
To compare to and to keep score Monday thru Friday while
He stares at the floor til' Sunday they make him go to
School once more only this time they make him wear a suit and a tie
And listen to some guy who claims to know Where people go
When they die tell him that only the meek are gonna inherit the earth Well shit,
By this time the kid doesn't know what anything
Is worth, now brothers and sisters I am only one guy
And I don't even know the words to that song Louie,
Louie but I can tell you right now without batting an eye
That the next time some latchkey kid goes wrong
It aint gonna be cause that Eminem gets to say the word Fag in his song
And I'm not trying to preach to ya either,
I'm just trying to sing to ya too, you know string a few words together

Hey kids...
Lets get it on,
Lets get it on

Pavement - STEREO

Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
The infrastructure rots
And the owners hate the jocks
With their agents and their dates

If the signatures are checked
You'll just have to wait

And we're counting up the instants that we save
Tired nation so depraved
From the cheap seats see us
Wave to the camera
It took a giant ramrod
To raze the demon settlement

But high-ho silver, ride
High-ho silver, ride

Take another ride to see me home
Listen to me! I'm on the stereo stereo
Oh my baby baby baby baby babe
Gave me malaria hysteria

What about the voice of geddy lee
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(I know him and he does!)

And you're my fact-checkin' cuz
(aww...)
Well focus on the quasar in the mist
The kaiser has a cyst
And I'm a blank want list
The qualms you have and if they stick
They will drown you in a crick
In the neck of a woods
That was populated by
Tired nation on the fly
Everybody knows advice
That was give out for free
Lots of details to discern
Lots of details

But high-ho silver ride
High-ho silver ride
Takes another ride to make me
Oh, get off the air
I'm on the stereo stereo
Oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe
Gave me malaria hysteria

We can share the women, we can share the wine.
We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.
Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;
Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.

I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.

We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
Not with all.

Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July,
Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.
Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe,
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.

Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride.
Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.

Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,
And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow.

We can share the women, we can share the wine.

Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.

Some good old-fashioned dumb rock!

Neil Young - Opera Star

     So your girlfriend slammed the door shut
     In your face tonight, but that's all right
     Then she took off to the opera
     With some highbrow from the city lights
     Well, you grew up on a corner
     You never missed a moonlit night.
      
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are.
     You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are.
      
     So you stay out all night
     Gettin' fucked up in that rock and roll bar
     And you never get tired
     'Cause your drugs are in a little jar.
      
     You were born to rock, you'll never be an opera star.
     Some things never change, they stay the way they are.
      
     I was born to rock!

Oh yeah. This is followed by a solo and then he just repeats the whole thing.
Perfect in it's simplicity.
      

QuoteOh yeah. This is followed by a solo and then he just repeats the whole thing.

LOL

That's how I like my R 'n' R ;D

Quote

LOL

That's how I like my R 'n' R ;D

I don't like opera and I don't like ballet
And new-wave French movies, they just drive me away
I guess I'm just dumb, 'cause I knows I ain't smart
But deep down inside, I got a rock'n'roll heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, deep down inside I got a rock'n'roll heart

Amen!

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

 8)

I was thinking of things that I hate to do, -sex with your parents
Things you do to me or I do to you, baby, -sex with your parents
Something fatter or uglier than Rush Rambo
Something more disgusting than Robert Dole
Something pink that climbs out of a hole
And there it was - sex with your parents

I was getting so sick of this right wing republican shit
These ugly old man scared of young tit and dick
So I try to think of something that made me sick
And there it was - sex with your parents

Now these old fucks can steal all they want
And they can go and pass laws saying you can't say what you want
And you can't look at this and you can't look at that
And you can't smoke this and you can't snort that
And me baby - I got statistics - I got stats
These people have been to bed with their parents

Now I know you're shocked but hang and have a brew
If you think about it for a minute you know that it's true
They're ashamed and repelled and they don't know what to do
They've had sex with their parents
When they looked into their lovers eyes they saw - mom
In the name of the family values we must ask whose family
In the name of the family values we must ask
Senator
It's has been reported that you have had
Illegal congress with your mother, - sex with your parents
Senator

An illegal congress by proxy is a
Pigeon by any other name, - sex with your parents
Senators you polish a turd
Here in the big city we got a word
For those who would bed their beloved big bird
And make a mockery of our freedoms
Without even using a condom
Without even saying " no "
By god we have a name for people like that
It's - hey motherfucker

This is from the late great J.R. Cash

From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

In the garbage disposal of you dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week

I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart

The brilliant Loudon Wainwright

April Fool's Day Morn

At twelve midnight I called my mom,
on April Fools Day morn,
We two are close sometimes I think,
because I was breech-born

The doctor reached inside of her,
he turned me round and pulled me out.
I emerged her bloody babe,
a slap produced my shout.

At twelve midnight I telephoned,
on April Fools Day morn
I told Mom I'd be home late,
then I hung up the horn.
I went back to the party then,
and I got drunk with all the boys,
Our florid faces shown so bright;
we made a lot of noise.

By two am we all were drunk,
on April Fools Day morn,
We had insulted many folk,
and garnered plenty scorn.
We boys and some girls and some hangers on, formed a jolly caravan.
We headed for my canyon home,
to make our Fools Day stand.

Tempers flared and tears were shed,
on April Fools Day morn.
Tequila ripped another tear;
my party sure got torn.
I tried to take a woman down,
right there on the bathroom floor.
She refused, I threw her out,
screaming "bitch" and "whore".

I threatened one poor hanger-on;
with a knife he was warned.
By five am just three were left,
on April Fools Day morn.
An English fool an Irish fool
and me their foolish Yankee host.
We kissed and cried and swore our love,
and drank one final toast.

By six am those two passed out,
on April Fools Day morn.
I drove to Santa Monica,
a firl there got me warm.
By ten am I was back home;
I rousted out my half-dead friends.
We said goodbye with downcast eyes;
so sheepish in the end.

My mother came out of her room,
on April Fools Day morn.
She spied her sorry breech-born son,
hung-over and forlorn.
I am too large, too old, too close,
to crawl up on my mother's knee.
So eggs and bacon, coffee, toast,
were place in front of me.

"dont let it bring you down, its only castles burning" neil.

i use this one alot when people around me get stressed

John  Frusciante - The Will To Death

And they're thought to be lies
But we saw them
We looked right in their eyes
Right at them
Pinning space to the world
We're slaughtered
Not a sound to be heard
We're awful
And have you seen
How they run
Out of gas
They beat the pain
They sing in the rain
Endless and formless
They fly to the end
And back to the
Beginning again
Have you put them aside
Your crazy thoughts and dreams
No they're a part of me
And they all mean one thing
The Will To Death is what keeps me alive
It's one step away
Limitations are set
Only then can we go all the way
And have you seen how the cars when they pass
They come your way
Then they're speeding away
Coming to you and then going away
But for them nothing changed

another Loudon Wainwright gem. For me he's the only songwriter able to get away with humour in his songs...

"The Acid Song"

I had not taken acid for twelve years,
but one night last summer I did.
I was adrift in a  bar room
acting like a jerk and a kid.
I knew we were asking for trouble.
Trouble was what we would get......        

Five of us dropped in the girls' room....
Psychodilicizing sane quintet
Well, that bathroom got crowded in no time.
I minds were all blown in one flash.
Everyone in there got ugly.
We exited out of there fast.

Back in the bar we were happy - feeling great - no problem.
Back in the bar we were fine.....        
      
Till Johnny turned into a Nazi,
and Mary threw up all her wine.
Well, in no time we all were ejected.
Soon we were out on the street.
The sidewalk began to perspire.
We had glass and dog shit at our feet.                      
We went over to Mary's apartment.
to listen to the Grateful Dead...          
On the way there we lost Johnny,
He had opted for Bellevue instead.

[spoken]

Boy, I'm really glad we did this, it feels great, man. Just like the old days.

I love it. I know my hair's on fire. Like incense, or something. You know,
you

face is melting. It is, it's all the colors of the rainbow. Hey, you wanna
hold some fruit?
C'mon, hold some fruit! It breathes, it really does.
Have a cantaloupe. C'mon. Nah, I dunno where the Donovan tape is.

Well, I had to get out of that city.
Bobby was  bringing me down.
Me and my darling, Suzy.....
said, "So long," drove out of town.
Driving on acid is easy.
Driving on acid's a breeze.          
Just keep the car on the highway.

Don't laugh & don't fart & don't sneeze
Well, we got to my house in the country.    
The country, man...
The trees were all throbbing and green.

Suzy was sure she had cancer.
I was sure I was James Dean.                        
We went down to the lake to go swimming.        
C'mon, let's try that.
On the way for a swim
Suzy said, "Water cures cancer."
I asked her to please call me, "Jim."

This acid is usually dangerous.
The mild-mannered kid quickly turned me.
L.S.D. can surely derrange us
unless you possess thorazine.                        

So next time you wanna go out there
when you feel like thinning your head....      
      
Think twice before dropping  acid,
hold out for mushrooms instead.

While we're at it

I'd Rather Be Lonely

Every night I get the blues,
with greens and yellows and chartreuses.
You're still living here with me.
I'd rather be lonely.

All the time I look around
for excuses to leave town.
Everybody wants somebody, but,
I'd rather be lonely.

Chorus

Loneliness is happiness,
It takes less than two.
I confess, I digress
from it when I'm with you.

Let us make a brand new start,
separate and stay apart.
I've had enough, having and holding.
I'd rather be lonely.

I think that I need some space
Everyday you're in my face.
How can I get rid of you?
I'd rather be lonely.

Chorus

One more verse, a few more words.
Love is for the bees and birds.
Not for a human being like me.
I'd rather be lonely.

Judy and the Dream of Horses
Belle & Sebastian

Judy wrote the saddest song
She showed it to a boy in school today
Judy, where did you go wrong?
You used to make me smile when I was down
Judy was a teenage rebel
She did it with a boy when she was young
She gave herself to books and learning
She gave herself to being number one
Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything
Judy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything

Judy got a book at school
She went under the cover with her torch
She fell asleep till it was morning
She dreamt about the girl who stole a horse
Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping
Judy never felt so good except when she was sleeping

Judy, let's go for a walk
We can kiss and whatever you want
But you will be disappointed
You will asleep with ants in your pants
Judy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of horses
And the song she wrote was judy and the dream of horses
Dream of horses
You dream of horses

The best looking boys are taken
The best looking boys are staying inside
So judy, where does that leave you?
Walking the street from morning to night
With a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk
With a parrot on your shoulder, saying everything when you talk
If you're ever feeling blue
Then write another song about your dream of horses
Write a song about your dream of horses
Call it judy and the dream of horses
Call it judy and the dream of horses
You dream of horses

"Funny thing about the weekends when your unemployed, they don't mean quite so much.  Except you get to hang out with your working friends!"

The great Les Claypool

Quote"Funny thing about the weekends when your unemployed, they don't mean quite so much.  Except you get to hang out with your working friends!"

The great Les Claypool

 :)

James Alley Blues


Times right now ain't nothin' like they used to be
Well times right now ain't nothin' like they used to be
You know I'll tell you all the truth, won't you take my word from me

Well I seen better days, but I ain't puttin' up with these
Well I've seen better days, but I ain't puttin' up with these
I had a lot better time with those women down in New Orleans

Well I was born in the country so she thinks I'm easy to lose
Well I was born in the country so she thinks I'm easy to lose
She wants to hitch me to a wagon and drive me like a mule

I bought her a gold ring and I pay the rent
I bought her a gold ring and I pay the rent
She tried to get me to wash her clothes but I got good common sense

Well if you don't want me then why don't you just tell me so?
Well if you don't want me then why don't you just tell me so?
It ain't like I'm a man that ain't got nowhere else to go
 
I give you sugar for sugar, but all you want is salt for salt
I give you sugar for sugar, but all you want is salt for salt
Well if you can't get along with me, then it's your own fault

Well, you want me to love you, but then you just treat me mean
Yea, you want me to love you, but then you just treat me mean
You're my daily thought and you're my nightly dream

Well, sometimes I think that you're just too sweet to die
Ah, sometimes I think that you're just too sweet to die
And other times I think that you ought to be buried alive
 


words: Rabbit Brown (traditional)

Death Letter Blues (traditional, Son House)

I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?
It said, "Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead"
I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?
You know, it said, "Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?"

So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road
When I got there she was layin on a coolin' board
I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road
I said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin' board

Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face
Said, the good ol' gal got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day
I walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face
I said the good ol' gal, she got to lay here 'til the Judgment Day

Looked like there was 10,000 people standin' round the buryin' ground
I didn't know I loved her 'til they laid her down
Looked like 10,000 were standin' round the buryin' ground
You know I didn't know I loved her 'til they damn laid her down

Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
I wouldn't mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold
I said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul
You know I wouldn't mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold

Well, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell honey, I'll see you on Judgment Day"
Ah, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away
I said, "Farewell, farewell, I'll see you on the Judgment Day"

You know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray
The blues came along and drove my spirit away
I went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray
I said the blues came along and drove my spirit away

You know I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
I didn't have a soul to throw my arms around
I didn't feel so bad, 'til the good ol' sun went down
You know, I didn't have nobody to throw my arms around

I loved you baby, like I love myself
You don't have me, you won't have nobody else
I loved you baby, better than I did myself
I said now if you don't have me, I didn't want you to have nobody else

You know, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
Ain't no satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do
Yeah, it's hard to love someone that don't love you
You know it don't look like satisfaction, don't care what in the world you do

Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow where she used to lay
Got up this mornin', just about the break of day
A-huggin' the pillow where my good gal used to lay

Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes (note 1)
You know, I must-a had them old walkin' blues
Got up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Yeah, you know bout that, I must-a had them old walkin' blues

You know, I cried last night and all the night before
Gotta change my way a livin', so I don't have to cry no more
You know, I cried last night and all the night before
Gotta change my way a livin', you see, so I don't have to cry no more

Ah, hush, thought I heard her call my name
If it wasn't so loud and so nice and plain

Well, listen, whatever you do
This is one thing, honey, I tried to get along with you
Yes, no tellin' what you do
I done everything I could, just to try and get along with you

Well, the minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
It seemed like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways
Minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days
Seems like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways

You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
Love sometimes leaves you feeling sad and blue
You know, love's a hard ol' fall, make you do things you don't wanna do
Love sometimes make you feel sad and blue

"if you should die before me ask if you can bring a friend"

-STP

i don't fear death, just not having you

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

House of Love - Someone's Got To Love You

Somebody's got to love you, somebody's got to care
Someone's out in the darkness so you might really not despair

You can hop amongst the pebbles
You can scratch around in clay
You may kill to find a conscience, but to Him that's not a way

Oh, someone's got to love you, there's a cannon in your hands
There a history rich in genocide and a voice to fuel your mind

In a town where cars are diamonds
And hunger is the key
Someone's got to love you

(solo)

Somebody's got to love you
Somebody's got to care
Someone's out in the darkness
So you might really not despair

In a town where cars are diamonds
And hunger is the key
You may kill to find a conscience
But to Him that's not a way

(chills, mr. k was just here and did a concert last weekend.  i didn't get to go, but apparently it was really awesome.  :))

Quote(chills, mr. k was just here and did a concert last weekend.  i didn't get to go, but apparently it was really awesome.  :))

Great, I only just discovered his music.

http://www.bluerose-records.com/sxsw.html

Did you see that I posted this link in the YouTube thread?
You can see him play on this year's sxsw festival.
He's there somewhere on the page.

The song labeled Sunday Morning Coming Down is actually another one,
but it's beautiful nonetheless.  
He seems like a wise and cool character. Go Mr. K!

The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland
Graceland
In Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
My traveling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I'm going to Graceland
Memphis Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poorboys and Pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland

And my traveling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Woah, so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow

"Mona Lisa must've had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smiles"
-Visions of Johanna, Bob Dylan

"From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying."
-It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding, Bob Dylan

"I feel like dancing on my own where no one knows me and where I can cause offense just by the way I look."
-Theres Too Much Love, Belle and Sebastian




"B is for fucking destroy all prohibitions... A is for I'm joking"
"How am I? The real question is how are you, 'cos that's more polieter and polieter rules! so lets all be nicer!"
-Barr

QuotePavement - STEREO
What about the voice of geddy lee
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(I know him and he does!)

And you're my fact-checkin' cuz
(aww...)

and, good call!

This is an amazing song, a bit long though; but i'm sure readers of this thread won't mind:

Arab Strap

THE FIRST BIG WEEKEND

So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday as usual with a canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her. I shouldn't have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches...

There was only one car going, so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night, everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe but I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep, so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up.

Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went up the park to look at the tomb, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the tomb. It was a big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.

Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of beer in time to watch the Simpsons. It was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street. "Taping this, aye?" We went up to the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her. She's probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or something. I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares...Matthew says I should cut down on the cheese.

"Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it's officially summer."

I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown - £1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town. It's officially summer.

That was fun!


Out on tour with the smashing pumpkins
Nature kids, i/they don't have no function
I don't understand what they mean
And I could really give a fuck.

Pavement - Range Life

Wilco - Not For The Seasons

Springtime comes and the leaves are back on the trees again
Snipers are harder to see my friends
Weeding out the weekends

Summer comes and gravity undoes you
You're happy because of the lovely way the sunshine bends
Hiding from your close friends
Weeding out the weekends

Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything
Love left over from lovers leaving
Books, they all know they're not worth reading
It's not for the season

When autumn comes you sit in your chair and you stare
At the TV square
Hiding in the deep end
Weeding out the weekends

Winter comes and the days all start late
There's motion on the boughs where the dark shapes prowl
Feeling out the feelings
Feeling out the feeling

Candy left over from Halloween
A unified theory of everything
Love left over from lovers leaving
Books, they all know they're not worth reading
They're not worth reading

Holland, 1945

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes

Jeff Mangum
Neutral Milk Hotel

Blood Money, the best album Tom Waits ever did lyrically, at least for me. A masterpiece of black humour.
 

Everything Goes To Hell

Why be sweet, why be careful, why be kind?
A man has only one thing on his mind
Why ask politely, why go lightly,
Why say please?
They only want to get you on your knees
There are a few things I never could believe
A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

Laissez-faire mi amour, c'est la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim
Back out to sea?
The world don't care what a soldier
Does in town
It's all hanging in the windows
By the pound
There are few things
I never could believe...

A woman when she weeps
A merchant when he swears
A thief who says he'll pay
A lawyer when he cares
A snake when he is sleeping
A drunkard when he prays
I don't believe you go to heaven
When you're good
Everything goes to hell, anyway...

I only want to hear your purr and to hear you moan
There is another man who brings the money home
I don't want dishes in the sink
Please don't tell me what you feel or what you think
There are few things I never could believe...

Quote
The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a National guitar

What about that for a first line!

beautiful! thanks

Picture Cards
Blaze Foley

Didn't try to fall in love with you
Tried everything that I could do
To keep from falling
Like I've done so many times

Tried to wash it all away
In anything and every day
I think of all the things you said
When we were all alone

I saw daylight in your eyes
I saw daylight in your eyes

Wish I could but I can't say
Tomorrow's still a day away
I always love the time
That I can spend with you

Who can know and who can tell
I never seen a wishin' well
That held what its' supposed to hold but who knows
Maybe somewhere there might be

I saw daylight in your eyes
I saw daylight in your eyes

Time will come and time will go
And I believe in things I know
Been doing it a long time
Guess I can again

Win or draw no chance to lose
Picture cards can't picture you
But I can see you like you are
If I just close my eyes

it's back... sing me a song.  Here's one from the Leonard Cohen songbook:

"Hallelujah"

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Song Of Joy

Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true

Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la

Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
* Hail horrors hail *

Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three

We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la

Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives

They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost

And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?



By Nick Cave

I Think It's Going To Rain Today

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
Help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Youngstown         The Boss

Here in north east Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton
Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls
That helped the union win the war

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that'd suit the devil as well
Taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Then smokestacks reachin' like the arms of god
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the 0hio works
When he come home from world war two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said, "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do"
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

From the Monongaleh valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalacchia
The story's always the same
Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name

In Youngstown
In Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

When I die I don't want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

God's Song  
Randy Newman

Cain slew Abel Seth knew not why
For if the children of Israel were to multiply
Why must any of the children die?
So he asked the Lord
And the Lord said:

"Man means nothing he means less to me
than the lowiliest cactus flower
or the humblest yucca tree
he chases round this desert
cause he thinks that's where i'll be
that's why i love mankind

I recoil in horror from the foulness of thee
from the squalor and the filth and the misery
How we laugh up here in heaven at the prayers you offer me
That's why i love mankind"

The Christians and the Jews were having a jamboree
The Buddhists and the Hindus joined on satellite TV
They picked their four greatest priests
And they began to speak
They said "Lord the plague is on the world
Lord no man is free
The temples that we built to you
Have tumbled into the sea
Lord, if you won't take care of us
Won't you please please let us be?"

And the Lord said
And the Lord said

"I burn down your cities--how blind you must be
I take from you your children and you say how blessed are we
You must all be crazy to put your faith in me
That's why i love mankind
You really need me
That's why i love mankind"

Excellent choice aMD!
I hope you get to see him live one day.

Ass Ponys - CASPER'S COMING HOME

this is sadness and here's what you can do with it
leave it in a dumpster for the garbage man to find
this is disappointment and here's what you can do with it
punch it in the stomach and blacked both it's eyes

and rest assured that you don't have to worry
i can face your ghost alone
turn off the telephone and close the curtains
casper's coming home

this is sadness and here's what you can do with it
tie it to a cinder block and shove it in the lake
this is disappointment and here's what you can do with it
lay it out in a casket and drop it in a grave

and rest assured that you don't have to worry
i can face your ghost alone
turn off the telephone and close the curtains
casper's coming home

a long one, but very very moving mostly because it's all true for dan.

dan bern - lithuania

I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different

I've had one foot in the black and white two dimensional ghosts of
Lithuania, and one foot in sunny California where the people are all friendly
as they drive their Mercedes to the mini-malls and take a lunch
or network with you or drive past and kill you for no reason

These are my ghosts: Uncle Emmanuel, Uncle Eli, Aunt Mia, and my
grandparents, Jenny and Tobias, none of whom I've ever met

I saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in Palestine in
1940, not too long before they all got shot

My only bridge to them is my dad, he knew them and he knew me, but now he's gone too

Sometimes I want to get next to them, sometimes I want to push them
all away, say you're not my ghosts, I live in sunny California,
I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet, I drive fast, and I drive as far
west as anyone can drive, eight thousand miles from Lithuania and
if I could escape by driving further then I would, but it doesn't get me anyplace new

I guess if I was a true American, I could write an elegy to the
automobile, but when I jump in I can't escape the way I feel

I sometimes want to dance on Hitler's grave, and shout out,
"Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth, Bob Dylan,
Albert Einstein, Woody Allen, Abby Hoffman, Leonard Bernstein, Harry Houdini, Sandy Kofacs!"

And then I want to scream and sing as loud as I can,
to the chandeliers that sway dangerously overhead, proclaiming
Krystalnacht is over

I say that Krystalnacht is over! The only broken glass tonight
will be from wedding glasses shattered under boot heels

We're not the ones who are in the museum, its you,
your curious mustache and your chamber of horrors

I've a friend my age whose parents met in Auschwitz on the day of
Liberation, she works for a big company now in San Francisco, and
just moved into a new house

I've a friend who lies in her hospital bed after fifteen
operations from a botched appendectomy. I go to her with a heart
heavy from the things on my mind, she cheers me up.

I saw my dad tell jokes, and teach me how to laugh, thirty years
after his parents, and brothers, sister were all shot, murdered in
the streets of Lithuania.

I see trees growing tall and the sun coming up, and the ocean
roaring home, and know I must go on I must go on! It would be
cowardly to stop, it would be an aberration to do anything else.

Amid something you tried to remember for days,
The fog suddenly lifted
The haze is gone from your mind,
And its no so much that your memory finally heeded
Just that you gave up,
Needing to need it

Hey, the fog has gone,
Hey, the fog has gone
Its time for you to come out,
There's no longer a reason to die

And something is over, something else begins
The end of the century is coming
Like a blind woman relentlessly spinning

But before its sewed shut
You wanted to scream,
"Hold on just a minute, was this just a dream?
Or is there something to learn
Besides who got the gold,
And who's been losing and winning?

But the century's a man-made process,
An attempt to stick order on chaos
We're born with ten fingers,
So we count up to ten,
But if everyone counted the cracks on the wall,
Yeah, we'd count up to three, and then it wouldn't be
The end of the century at all

Hey, the fog has gone
Hey hey, the fog has gone

It showed signs early today
I knew when I woke in my bed
That something was going on
Throw up the window,
I want to scream out your name

Hey hey, the fog has gone
Hey hey, the fog has gone

C'mon, we'll drive up the coast
Its a Tuesday and Thursday
I can't remember, and I don't care
We'll drive to Seattle
Or else Oklahoma
Or else if we wanna
A boat to Hawaii
Or maybe Japan with the kings of karaoke
Come out!
Come on out now girl, you've gotta come out!

Maybe the only thing jumping in the car and driving can get us is
an empty tank of gas

Yeah, but it sure beats sitting around here
Maybe we'll be lucky, find our own private river valley,
or at least an all-night diner where they know how to poach and egg
Maybe we'll meet some nice people along the way,
and anyway, you know
I'll never leave you

You know I'll never leave you

Impressive lyric, that one by Dan Bern


Here's the late, great Warren Zevon

Mr. Bad Example
Written By Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon
c. 1991, Zevon Music,
administered by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing corp./Googolplex Music BMI

I started as an alter boy, working at the church
Learning all my holy moves, doing some research
Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund"
I'd leave the change, and tuck the bills inside my cummerbund

I got a part-time job at my father's carpet store
Laying tackless stripping, and housewives by the score
I loaded up their furniture, and took it to Spokane
And auctioned off every last naugahyde divan

I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy

Of course I went to law school and took a law degree
And counseled all my clients to plead insanity
Then worked in hair replacement, swindling the bald
Where very few are chosen, and fewer still are called

Then on to Monte Carlo to play chemin de fer
I threw away the fortune I made transplanting hair
I put my last few francs down on a prostitute
Who took me up to her room to perform the flag salute

Whereupon I stole her passport and her wig
And headed for the airport and the midnight flight, you dig?
And fourteen hours later I was down in Adelaide
Looking through the want ads sipping Fosters in the shade

I opened up an agency somewhere down the line
To hire aboriginals to work the opal mines
But I attached their wages and took a whopping cut
And whisked away their workman's comp and pauperized the lot

I'm Mr. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mr. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred and go down in infamy

I bought a first class ticket on Malaysian Air
And landed in Sri Lanka none the worse for wear
I'm thinking of retiring from all my dirty deals
I'll see you in the next life, wake me up for meals

between Jim's version and the RTR review version I've been listening to this one a lot lately:

you're a big girl now by Bob Dylan

Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
And I'm back in the rain, oh, oh,
And you are on dry land.
You made it there somehow
You're a big girl now.

Bird on the horizon, sittin' on a fence,
He's singin' his song for me at his own expense.
And I'm just like that bird, oh, oh,
Singin' just for you.
I hope that you can hear,
Hear me singin' through these tears.

Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,
See what you can do.
I can make it through,
You can make it too.

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.
Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh,
In somebody's room.
It's a price I have to pay
You're a big girl all the way.

A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?
I'm going out of my mind, oh, oh,
With a pain that stops and starts
Like a corkscrew to my heart
Ever since we've been apart.

I've often wondered why this thread never got moved to Other Music? Not to worry, here goes:
Roy Harper, The Same Old Rock (from Stormcock)

All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
And carry us to other days and other days to one
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
And longs for once upon a chance to open loves cascade
For here we stand hand to hand
Fighting for the promised land
And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling the same old rock
There was a famous stragler stood on the edge of time
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
And crossed his heart for those who died insane
His friend a restless mouthpiece seven thousand years of age
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze
Such a groove to have him here on board her ladyship
The man who makes his living out of bed
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless lip
One day someday soon he'll lose his head
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
For fear that good is something bad is not
But loud and clear is the call
In black and white across your wall
And Damn it all man
Can't you see?
And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling the same old rock

My absolute Favorite by Mr Cockburn:

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And every one was taken in
Hours chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
Pacing the cage

I especially like the part about the magnetic strip wearing thin... 8)

There's so much to choose from!

This, from the brilliant Nick Drake:

Please give me a second grace
Please give me a second face
I've fallen far down
The first time around
Now I just sit on the ground in your way

Now if it's time to recompense for what's done
Come, come sit down on the fence in the sun
And the clouds will roll by
And we'll never deny
It's really too hard for to fly.

Please tell me your second name
Please play me your second game
I've fallen so far
For the people you are
I just need your star for a day.

So come, come ride in my my street-car by the bay
For now I must know how fine you are in your way
And the sea sure as I
But she won't need to cry
For it's really too hard for to fly.

And I couldn't post in a thread like this without mentioning Dylan:

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

Okay, it may be a traditional choice, but, damn, how can anyone write that kind of stuff?!?

Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till down
And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beer in town

I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf

Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that mother fucker down

Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah

"I have no free will", I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her

I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up

As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how can I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And then lay upon the ground

"None taken", I replied to him
To which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off

Oh, I also like the following part of the song:

He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Did you know I lived in your street?" I said
And he looked at me as though I were crazy

"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew that hat right off the house

Hmmmmmm Uh Uh

Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection

My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from the business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite

Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were dead

Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm


All from the endlessly quotable Nick Cave.

the inimitable Red Peters:
How's your whole... family?
How's your whole... family?
How's your whole... family?
How's your whole... family?

How's your whole... family? (How's your whole?)
How's your whole... family? (How's your whole?)
How's your whole... family? (How's your whole... family?)
How's your whole... family?

How's your dic-tation machine? (How's your dic-)
How's your dic-tation machine? (How's your dic-)
How's your dic-tation machine? (How's your dic-tation machine?)
How's your dic-tation machine?

Take your pants down... to the cleaners today. (ah-ooo)
Take your pants down... to the cleaners today. (ah-ooo)
Take your pants down... to the cleaners today. (ah-ooo)
Take your pants down... to the cleaners today.

(instrumental)
Won't you do my as-trological chart? (oh won't you do his as-)
Won't you do my as-trological chart? (come on-a wanna baby won't you do his as-)
Won't you do my as-trological chart? (oh won't you do his as-trological chart?)
Won't you do my as-trological chart?

Suck on a stiff cock-tail with me. (stiff cock- ah-ooo)
Suck on a stiff cock-tail with me. (stiff cock- ah-ooo)
Suck on a stiff cock-tail with me. (stiff cock- ah-ooo)
Suck on a stiff cock-tail with me.

(musical interlude)
How's your whole... family? (How's your whole?)
How's your whole... family? (Tell me how's that great big whole)
How's your whole... family? (How's your whole... family?)
How's your whole... family?

(spoken) "Prick!"

TWO DOORS DOWN:

Two doors down there's a jukebox
That plays all night long
Real sad songs
All about me and you
Two doors down there's a barmaid
That serves 'em real strong
Here lately
That's how I make it through
Two doors down there's a heartache
That once was my friend
Two doors down there's a memory
That won't ever end

Two doors down there's a barstool
That knows me by name
And we sit there together
And wait for you
Two doors down there's a bottle
Where I take out my shame
And hold it up
For the whole world to view
Two doors down there's a pay phone
But no calls come in
Two doors down there's a memory
That won't ever end


From the hotel to the barroom
Is just a stumble and a fall
And sometimes when it gets bad
I've been known to crawl
Freedom from sorrow
Is just two doors away
I'll escape for a short time
But I know I can't stay

Two doors down is where they'll find me
When you're finally through
Taking what's left of my life
Two doors down is where they'll leave me
When payment comes due
For the hours I've spent there each night
Two doors down I'll be forgotten
But until then
Two doors down there's a memory
That won't ever end



IT WON'T HURT:

Chorus:
It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool
And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street
It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery
But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me

Today I had another bout with sorrow
You know this time I almost won
If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow
I know that I'd have sorrow on the run

Chorus

Your memory comes back up with each sunrise
I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone
Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leaves me
To face this cold, cold world on my own

Z-E-V-O-N


Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vietnam

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood

"Sweet home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long

I've been singing this song all mothafuggin' week.

Seven O'Clock in the evening
Watchin somethin' stupid on TV
I'm zoned out on the sofa
When my wife comes in the room and sees me

She says "Is this 'Behind the Music'
with Lynard Skynard?"
And I say "I don't know.
Say, it's gettin' late...watcha wanna do for dinner?

She says "I kinda had a big lunch.
So I'm not super hungry."
I said "Well you know, baby, I'm not starvin' either
But I could eat."

She said "So whadya have in mind?"
I said "I don't know what about you?"
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat."
I said "That's what we're gonna do!"

"But first you gotta tell me
What it is you're hungry for!"
And she says "Let me think...
...What's left in our refridgerator?"

I said "Well, there's tuna, I know."
She said "That went bad a week ago!"
I said "Is the chili OK?"
She said "You finished that yesterday!"

I hopped up and I said
"I don't know, do you want to get something delivered?"
She's like "Why would I want to eat liver?
I don't even like liver!"

I'm like "No, I said 'delivered'."
She's like "I heard you say liver!"
I'm like "I should know what I said..."
She's like "Whatever, I just don't want any liver!"

Well I was gonna say something
But my cell phone started to ring
Now who could be callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID

It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today...
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail."
I said, "OK."

"Where were we? Oh, Dinner, Right
So what d'ya want to do?"
She said "Why don't you whip up somethin in the kitchen?"
"Yeah," I said, "Why don't you?"

And then she said "Baby, can't we just go out to dinner, please?"
I says "No"
She says "Yes"
I says "No"
She says "Yes"
I says "No"
She says "Yes...
...Oh, here's your keys"

I step a little bit closer
Say "OK, where ya want to go?"
She says "How about The Ivy?"
I said "Yeah, well I don't know..."

I don't feel like gettin all dressed up
And eatin' expensive food
She's says "Olive Garden?"
I say "Nah, I'm not in the mood...

...And Burrito King would make me gassy
There's no doubt"
She says "Just forget about it"
I said "No, I swear I'm gonna take you out!"

Then I get an idea
I says "I know what we'll do!"
She says "What?"
I say "Guess"
She says "What?"
I say "We're goin' to the drive-thru!"

So we head out the front door
Open the garage door
Then I open the car doors
And we get in those car doors

Put my key in the ignition
And then I turn it sideways
Then we fasten our seat belts
As we pull out the driveway

Then we drive to the drive-thru
Heading off to the drive-thru
We're approaching the drive-thru
Getting close to the drive-thru!

Almost there at the drive-thru
Now we're here at the drive thru
Here in line at the drive-thru
Did I mention the drive-thru?

Well here we are
in the drive-thru line, me and her.
Cars in front of us, cars in back of us.
All just waiting to order

There's some idiot in a Volvo
With his brights on behind me
I lean out the window and scream
"Hey, Whatcha tryin to do, blind me?"

My wife says "Maybe we should park...
...We could just go eat inside."
I said "I'm wearin' bunny slippers
So I ain't leavin' this ride..."

Now a woman on a speaker box
Is sayin' "Can I take your order, please?"
I said "Yes indeed, you certainly can
We'd like two hamburgers with onions and cheese."

Then my wife says
"Baby, hold on, I've changed my mind!
I think I'm gonna have a chicken sandwich
Instead, this time"

I said "You always get a cheeseburger!"
She says "That's not what I'm hungry for."
I put my head in my hands and screamed,
"I don't know who you are anymore!"

The voice on the speaker says
"I don't have all day!"
I said "Then, take our order,
and we'll be on our way!

I wanna get a chicken sandwich
And I want a cheeseburger, too
She's like "You want onions on that?"
I'm like "Yeah, I already said that I do...

...Plus we need curly fries
And don't you dare forget it!
And two medium root beers
No, just one, we'll split it."

Then I said "I'm guessin' that
You're probably not too bright...
So read me back my order
Let's make sure you got it right."

She says "One, you want a chicken sandwich.
Two, you want a cheeseburger
Three, curly fries, and a large root beer"
"Stop, don't go no further!"

"I never ordered a large rootbeer
I said medium, not large!"
Then she says "We're havin' a special,
I supersized you at no charge."

"Oh." And that's all
I could say, was "Oh."
And she says "Now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know.

You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more..."
I say "Great, except we're in the drive thru...
So what would I want that for?"

Then she says "Wait a minute
Your voice sounds so familiar...hey, is this Paul?
And my wife is all like "No, that ain't Paul,
now tell me, who's this Paul?

She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me.
I sat behind him last year
and I copied off him in Geometry.

I said "I know a guy named Paul.
He used to be my plumber
He was prematurely bald
And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer.

He also had bladder problems
and a really bad infection on his toe."
And she said "Mister, please, you can stop right there,
that's way more than I needed to know!"

And then we both were quiet
And things got real intense
Then she says "Next window please,
That'll be five dollars and eighty two cents."

So we inched ahead in line
Movin' painfully slow
I got a little bored
So I turned on the radio...

*Song plays*

*Click* Turned it off
because my wife was getting a headache
So we both just sat there quietly
For her sake.

Then I looked at her
And she looked back at me
And I said "Um,
I think you have somethin' in your teeth."

She turned away from me
And then turned back and said "Did I get it?"
I said "Yeah. Well, I mean, most of it...
But hey, ya know, don't sweat it."

Then she said "How about now?"
I said "Yeah, almost.
There's still a little bit there
but don't worry, it's probably just a piece of toast."

Now we're at the pay window
Or whatever you call it
Put my hand in my pocket
I can't believe there's no wallet!

And the lady at the window's like,
"Well, well that'll be five eighty two."
I turn around to my wife, and say
"How much have you got on you?"

She just rolls her eyes and says
"I'll pay for this, I guess."
So she reaches into her purse
and pulls out the American Express

I hand it to the lady
And she says "Oh, dear.
It's gotta be cash only
We don't take credit cards here."

I took back the card and said
"Gee, really? Well that sucks."
And that's when I found out
My wife was only carryin' three bucks.

I said "I thought you were
going to hit the ATM today"
She says "I never got around to it
So where's your wallet anyway?

And I said "Nevermind,
Just help me to find some change..."
Now the lady at the window
is lookin at me kinda strange...

And she says "Mister, please,
We gotta move this line along"
I said "Now hold your stinkin' horses lady,
We won't be long."

We looked around inside the glove-box
And check the mat beneath my feet
I found a nickel in the ashtray
And a couple pennies and a dime in the space betweent he seats

Before long I had a little pile
of coins of every sort
The lady counts it up and says
"You're still about a dollar short"

And now my woman's got this weird look
frozen on her face
She screams, "you know
I wasn't even really hungry in the first place"

And so I turned around
to the cashier again
I shrugged and said "OK
Forget the chicken sandwich then"

So I pick up my change
Pick up my reciept
And I drive to the pickup window
Man, I just can't wait to eat

And now we see this acne ridden
Kid about sixteen
Wearin' a dorky nametag that says
"Hello, my name is Eugene."

And he hands me a paper bag
I look him in the eyes
And I say to him "Hey, Eugene,
Can I get some ketchup for my fries?"

Well he looks at me
And I look at him
And he looks at me
And I look at him

And he looks at me
And I look at him
And he says "I'm sorry
What did you want again?"

I say "Ketchup!"
And he says "Oh yeah, that's right...
...I just spaced out there for a second
I'm really kind of burnt tonight."

And then he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet

I'm starvin' to death
by the time we pull up at the traffic light
I say "Baby, gimme that burger,
I just gotta have a bite!"

So she reaches in the bag
And pulls out the burger
And she hands me the burger
And I pick up the burger

And then I unwrap the paper
I bite into those buns
And I just can't believe it
they forgot the onions!

I'll sing you one more before I go to bed.. this one's by my girl crush, Regina Spektor...

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some words
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

And for the record... Slash's solo(s) in November Rain is fucking incredible.

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this
Such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
yeahh..
But lovers always come
And lovers always go
And no one's really sure
Who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time
On your own
Do you need some time
All alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time
All alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time
On my own
Sometimes I need some time
All alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time
All alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you
Need somebody
Don't ya think that you
Need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you
Need somebody
Don't ya think that you
Need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you
Need somebody
Don't ya think that you
Need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Don't ya think that you
Need somebody
Don't ya think that you
Need someone
Everybody needs somebody

quite possibly the most fun lyrics ever:

pull up the people
pull up the poor

slang tang
that's the that m.i.a. thang
i got the bombs to make you blow
i got the beats to make you bang bang bang

yeah me got god, and me got you
everyday thinkin bout how me get through
everything i own is on i.o.u.
but i'm here bringing y'all something new

you no like the people
they no like you
then they go set it off with a big boom
every gun in a battle is a son and daughter too
why you wanna talk about who done who?
what you wanna talk about?

slang tang
that's the that m.i.a. thang
i got the bombs to make you blow
i got th ebeats to make you bang bang bang

pull up the people, pull up the poor

i'm a fighter, fighter god
i'm a soldier on that road
i'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
i'm a soldier on that road

bring me the reaper
bring me a lawyer
i'll fight i'll take em on
you treat me like a killer
i ain't never hate ya
i'm a soldier on that road

i'm a fighter, fighter god
i'm a soldier on that road
i'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter
i'm a soldier on that road


and...


london calling
speak the slang now
boys say wha
come on girls say what, say wha

slam, galang galang galang...
shotgun, get down
get down, get down, get down
too late, you down
d-d-d-down
ta na ta na ta na

blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)
blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

[2x]who the hell is hounding you in the bmw
how the hell he find you, 147'd you
the feds gon get you
pull the strings on the hood
1 paranoid youth blazin' thru the hood

blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)
blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

[2x]london calling
speak the slang now
boys say wha
come on girls say what, say wha

[2x]they say
rivers gonna run though
work is gonna save you
pray and you will pull through
suck a dick'll help you
don't let em get to you
if he's got 1 you get 2
backstab your crew
sell it i could sell you

[4x]blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)


[size=18]i love M.I.A.[/size]

BANSHEE BEAT - ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

Oh there'll be time to get by
Or get dry after the swimming pool
Oh there'll be time to just cry
I wonder why it didn't work out
Oh there'll be time to fish fry
For letters by yours truly
Yours truly

Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
And so I have another party with a water glass
And I sit on all your actions – it's a birthing game
And I bet he needs a shower – 'cause he's just like me
But the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need a while
But what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
The next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother, and
But words they sting like a stump of old wasp
Do you remember when I said "go throw the rock in there"?
And we ran through the woods to our good house
You forgot about the things that he could say like:
"I don't think that I like you anymore"
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
And I can't find you at our kissing place
When I'm scared of those new pair of eyes you have, so

I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool
'Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find the swimming pool
Hop a fence leave the street and wet your feet to find the swimming pool

But I don't wish that I was dead –
A very old friend of mine once said
That either way you look at it
You have your fits I have my fits but feeling's good
And confusion's not a kidney stone in my brain
But if we're miscommunicating do we feel the same?
'Cause either way you look at it
You have your fits I have my fits and feeling's good

Young boy you done me bad I went and did ya wrong
Young boy you done me bad I went and did ya wrong
Then I got high Lord I got high and I got a bone to pick with you

And I'm sure you know its true

Oh one day when you're looking back
You were young and man you were sad
When you're young you get sad
When your young you get sad then you get high

Oh man
Young gal you done me bad and I went and did ya wrong
Young gal you done me bad so I went and did ya wrong
Then I got high
Lord I got high

Now you got a bone to pick with me but I wish you'd let me be
Oh one day when you're looking back
You were young and man you were sad
When you're young you get sad
When your young you get sad then you get high

You get high
Oh the days the rain would fall your way
Oh the days the rain would fall your way
Then you be high cause you got sad
Cause you got sad

Oh man

(I heart Ryan Adams)

I'm in love with this song:

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Can't get this one out of my head:


Well we talked about old times
Like a couple of old guys
And took a little walk to the old baseball diamond
And along came O'Brien with a guitar in his hand
Met us on the field with impeccable timing

He said "I got a new song to show ya
"Though it prob'ly ain't gonna blow your mind"
And the thing about O'Brien was
He could always make a string buzz like it was 1989
And I remembered that old car
And that old girlfriend of mine

It was a cracked wooden thing
He said "Wanna talk about old strings?
"It's been 10, 12 years since I last changed mine"
And it said Sears down the neck
Had a little blood stain on the 2nd fret
But you know it still keeps impeccable time

And he said "I got a brand new song to show ya
"Though it prob'ly ain't gonna blow your mind"
And the thing about O'Brien was
He could always make that string buzz
Like it was still 1989
And I remembered that old car
And that old girlfriend of mine

And that's the story of how O'Brien blew my mind

that is by far the best song ever written.

I will stand by that until proven wrong, but O'Brien is the greatest song ever written.

best song on a winter day of ALL TIME

it still feels like the middle of spring to me, probably because of when i discovered it.

actually, that song is timeless. it is always applicable.

that said, Transistor Radio will always remind me of this drive I made several times during the summer of 2005 while house-sitting for one of my teachers. it justs reminds me of the look of the streetlights and the certain humidity that could only be found in chicago. but then again, it reminds of the ground completely covered in snow. so go figure. good lord, his music music timeless and beautiful.

I don't know the sound of my father's voice
I don't even know how he says my name
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar
In the back of my head till it's weary and mushy
And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
The trains run like snakes through Penacostal pine
Filled up with cotton and fine slow gin
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul
How you hold all my dreams captive
Jacksonville, how you play with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonville
The End, The End, The End

All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night
With the sky full of nothing but moon
And I lose my reflection in the bottles of wine
Till the morning comes down and I ain't nothing but you
Now the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs
The waitress tries to give me change I say, "Nah, it's cool. Just keep it"
I read up my news, I start thinking about her
And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul
How you hold all my dreams captive
Jackson-hell, how you play with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonville
The End, The End, The End


(I, too, heart Ryan Adams)

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

(Regeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-na!

From Rennie Sparks: (Handsome Family)

Every creature casts a shadow
Under the sun's golden finger
But when the sun sinks past the waving grass
Some shadows are dragged along.

we've gone too long without having any dylan in this thread.  I'll sing you two tonight.

To Ramona

Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips,
I still wish to kiss,
As to be under the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinking
That the finishin' end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you,
No one t' defeat you,
'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times
That you're better 'n no one
And no one is better 'n you.
If you really believe that,
You know you got
Nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends,
Your sorrow does stem,
That hype you and type you,
Making you feel
That you must be exactly like them.

I'd forever talk to you,
But soon my words,
They would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring.
Everything passes,
Everything changes,
Just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe,
Who knows, baby,
I'll come and be cryin' to you.




Love Minus Zero
----------------------
     No Limit

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.

gotta love love minus zero!

Wilco - She's a Jar

She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her

She says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A handful of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However, you might feel
Tonight is real

When I forget how to talk, I sing
Won't you please
Bring that flash to shine
And turn my eyes red
Unless they close
When you click
And my face gets sick
Stuck, like a question unposed

Just climb aboard
The tracks of a train's arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people underneath

Good call, Chills. It's beautiful outside, and Wilco is perfect for today... here's my favourite.

You're trying my patience, try pink carnations
Red roses and yellow daffodils
Don't forget the flowers, someday, I know you will

Displayers of affection and all good intentions,
Why don't you just send me the bill
Don't forget the flowers, someday, I know you will

Lately you've been taking me
Way too seriously, oooh
I can't ever explain why
I don't feel your pain, oooh

I left you behind, I know it's been a long time
But I'm not over you
Don't forget the flowers, someday, I hope I do

You're tryin' my patience, try pink carnations
Red roses and yellow daffodils
Don't forget the flowers, someday
I know I will

Don't forget the flowers, someday
I know I will

(My love for this song is eternal.)

It was a pretty nice day here over here as well.
This song is quite fitting with those deliciously simple lyrics.

Wind will blow and the sun will shine
On that hill where we used to climb
I look in your eyes and you'll be mine
Someday soon

I won't even make a scene
That will be just like a dream
Cash is gonna flow down by the old mainstream
Someday soon

You don't know me, but I know you (you don't know me)
You have no idea what I do (what I do)
Make you mine and see you swoon
Someday soon

Sun's gonna shine, wind's gonna blow
On that hill where we used to go
I look in your eyes and down I will roll
Someday soon

 :)

(If you love this song as much as I do, then let me know; I'll add you to the list of people I will love unconditionally until the end of time.)

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

in reponse to that, i give you this

joe van gogh - dan bern



Joe Van Gogh is a friend of mine
He's the son of Vincent Van Gogh you know
Joe has more friends than you do
And Joe Van Gogh is a painter too

I've shared a room with Joe Van Gogh
And all night long he grinds his teeth
It could be genetic, it could be the heat
It's pressure to paint, that's my belief

This I'll tell you cause this I know
I'm a valuable friend to Joe Van Gogh
I'm the only painter Joe Van Gogh knows
Who wasn't first friends with Vincent Van Gogh

Joe Van Gogh is a very good painter
Some sunflowers sure but other stuff too
But how good a painter we'll never know
Till he gets away from Vincent Van Gogh

An umbilical cord of red dayglow
Runs from one to the other though
Through the streets of Amsterdam they go
Joe on the shoulders of Vincent Van Gogh

Joe Van Gogh has a second floor window
With a scene of Amsterdam below
He sits at a canvas with a Marlboro
In his mind Van Gogh, Van Gogh, Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh is good to Joe
He gave his son his ear you know
But it can't be easy being Joe Van Gogh
Trying to paint when your dad is Vincent Van Gogh

People write songs about Vincent Van Gogh
Like "Starry Starry Night" and other ones too
And it don't exactly even the score I know
But here's one song about Joe Van Gogh

Quote(If you love this song as much as I do, then let me know; I'll add you to the list of people I will love unconditionally until the end of time.)

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

I do love this song, however I only know the NoFX version, and strangley enough its even a beautiful song when they sing it.  

I don't even know if i've heard the Don McLean version all the way through before.

Massive amounts of coolpoints for rats and NJ2KY.

I am also a starrry, starry night fan.  staying with the van gogh theme...

The Ballad of Vincent Van Gogh

I'd like to tell you a story
Of a man that you might know
His parents, they called him Vincent,
His last name was van Gogh.

He started in drinking and painting
And leading a life of sin.
He fell in with evil companions -
A man named Paul Gogin. (As pronounced)

They went to the city called Ar-les,
To pursue their carnal delights.
They painted all during the afternoon
And they caroused all night.

Now the people in that small city,
Thought he was mighty queer;
So to prove his love for mankind,
He lopped off his outside ear.

They put him in a institution
But they could not keep him there;
He picked up his paints and his easel
And he went out to take the air.

Well he picked up his paints and his easel
And went out to paint some crows;
They found him face-down in a cornfield,
Shot right between two rows....
Oh where did Vincent van Gogh?

double coolpoints for you, aMD.

Here's a good song for a cloudy day like this one.

I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook, a real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock, as simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be here and now. I would be, I should be, but how?
I could have been one of these things first. I could have been one of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door.
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
a whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours, so true. I would be, I should be through and through.
I could have been one of these things first. I could have been one of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute, a real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock, as simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here, I would be, I should be so near.
I could have been one of these things first. I could have been one of these things first.

Coincidentally, I was listening to Bryter Layter as well this week.

I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky

post war is an amazing album

I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song

See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three

And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song

and now adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
american meat packing glitterati

did they expect us to treat them with any respect?

they can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while

boom boom

bang bang

lie down you're dead

i don't remember if i already posted these, but i'm really diggin' it right now.


I got home this morning with the sun right in my eyes
And there was no warning as it took me by surprise as it
Hit me like an Act of God, causing my alarm
That I had now become a cephalopod
I still had legs and arms
Still had legs and arms

Today was supposed to be the day
Molecules decide to change their form
Laws of physics lose their sway
Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm
With the good kids sprouting horns, yeah yeah
And today was supposed to be

Not just another day
Today was supposed to be
Not just another day
It was supposed to be, today was supposed to be
And today

Those who can't quite function in society at large
They've got to wake up on this morning to find that they're in charge
But those the world's set up for, who are really doing quite well
They're going to wake up in institutions
In prison or in hell
Prison or in hell

Today was supposed to be the day
Molecules decide to change their form
Laws of physics lose their sway
Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm
With the good kids sprouting horns, yeah yeah
And today was supposed to be

Not just another day
Today was supposed to be
Not just another day
Today was supposed to be
Not just another day
Toady was supposed to be
Not just another day
It was supposed to be, today was supposed to be
And today

But if you think there's something else
Well you're right, there is
There's something else
But if you think I'm gonna tell you, think again
Why should I even think of telling you what there is
Yeah, 'cause silence is knowledge
And knowledge is power
I'm under explicit orders to dare not speak its name
Listen up, I just work here
Oh I dare not speak its name
I can't keep talking about it
Oh, I dare not speak its name

I once was open
And one with a travelling heart
I loved this sweet guy

Just like the fiction
Rushing in your riverbed
Arise like applause in my head

And in the half-light
Where we both stand
This is the half-light
See me as I am

Just like the ocean
Always in love with the moon
It's overflowing now
Inside you

We fly right over
The minds of so many in pain
We are the smile of light that brings them rain

In the half light
Where we both stand
In the half light
You saw me as I am

I am a railroad track abandoned
With the sunset
Forgetting
I ever happened
That I ever happened.

Everybody wants you to be special
And everybody wants you to be high
They throw you down a rope when you're in trouble, baby
Screamin', "Save me"
Then they charge you with the rescue blues

And everybody wants to see you suffer
They know that you need the pain so much
They throw you up a rope when you're too high
To cruise, baby
Lord, you lose lady
Then they charge you with the rescue blues

And everybody wants to see you fall
That's why they always love to get you high
And everybody knows you need the pain so much, lady
Well, keep in touch, baby
Just don't charge me with your rescue blues



Mmm....man, I've been on a real ryan adams stint lately.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Words: Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - A King at Night

there is grime on my face
there is crust in my eye
there is no one in this place
but no one said goodbye
this is how i start another day in my kingdom

there is hate in my heart
this is how my day starts
there is blood in my hands
from the murder of a man
this is how i start another day in my kingdom
this is how i start another day in my kingdom

and where is my queen
shes as gone as can be
she was a fine lookin lady
and she liked to go down on me
and i liked to go down on her too
in indya theres the taj
on good times there was rog
and here look and see
all there is is me
this is how i start another day in my kingdom
this is how i start another day in my kingdom

there are good times to be had
only insanes really bad
the lord and i agree
its not too off to be what we are
as long as were royalty
you fuck and whats to do (you fuck!)
its not your kingdom too

I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But I can't stop listening to the sound
Of two soft voices mended in perfection
From the reels of this record that I found
Everyday there's a boy in the mirror
Asking me what are you doing here
Finding all my previous motives
Growing increasingly unclear

I've travelled far and I've burned all the bridges
I believed as soon as I hit land
All the other options held before me
Will wither in the light of my plan
So I loose some sales and my boss won't be happy
But there's only one thing on my mind
Searching boxes underneath the counter
On a chance that on a tape I'd find
A song for
Someone who needs somewhere
To long for

Homesick
Cause I no longer know
What home is

QuoteBonnie 'Prince' Billy - A King at Night

you fuck and whats to do (you fuck!)
its not your kingdom too

 :)

I'm glad you're into the Ease Down The Road record.
It's just a grand dark feeling of emptiness.

i loooooooooove bonnie prince billy...

Here's a song that's been on my mind with midterm elections approaching tomorrow...

You left them swimming for their lives
Down in new orleans
Can't afford a gallon of gasoline
With your useless degrees and contrary statistics
This government business is straight up sadistic

Now you don't fight for us
But expect us to die for you
You have no sympathy for us
But still i cry for you
Now you may kill the revolutionary
But the revolution you can never bury

Don't speak to us like we work for you
Selling false hope like some new dope we're addicted to
I'm not a desperate man but these are desperate times at hand
This generation is beyond your command

And it won't be long
'til the people flood the streets
To take you down
One and all
A black rain is gonna fall

Said Red Molly to James that's a fine motorbike
A girl could feel special on any such like
Said James to Red Molly, well my hat's off to you
It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952
And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems
Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme
And he pulled her on behind
And down to Box Hill they did ride

Said James to Red Molly, here's a ring for your right hand
But I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man
I've fought with the law since I was seventeen
I robbed many a man to get my Vincent machine
Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22
And I don't mind dying, but for the love of you
And if fate should break my stride
Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride

Come down, come down, Red Molly, called Sergeant McRae
For they've taken young James Adie for armed robbery
Shotgun blast hit his chest, left nothing inside
Oh, come down, Red Molly to his dying bedside
When she came to the hospital, there wasn't much left
He was running out of road, he was running out of breath
But he smiled to see her cry
And said I'll give you my Vincent to ride
 
Says James, in my opinion, there's nothing in this world
Beats a 52 Vincent and a red headed girl
Now Nortons and Indians and Greeveses won't do
They don't have a soul like a Vincent 52
He reached for her hand and he slipped her the keys
He said I've got no further use for these
I see angels on Ariels in leather and chrome
Swooping down from heaven to carry me home
And he gave her one last kiss and died
And he gave her his Vincent to ride

They say my love for you ain't real
But you don't know how real it feels
All I want to do
Is to spend some time with you
So I can hold you, hold you
Your sister says that I'm no good
I'd reassure her if I could
All I want to do
Is to spend some time with you
So I can hold you, hold you
Plans fail every day
I want to hear you say
Your love won't be leaving (Run Run, Run Run)
Your eyes ain't deceiving (Run Run, Run Run)
Fears will soon fade away
Smile now, don't be afraid
All I want to do
Is to spend some time with you
So I can hold you, hold you
And let me whisper in your ear
Don't you worry, they can't hear
All I want to do
Is to spend some time with you
So I can hold you

Anyone who reads the entire lyrics of this great song by Jeffrey & Jack Lewis gets a kiss:

today i went to major matt's to remaster my old album
& on the L train in the morning, i was pretty sure i saw will oldham,
he was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom
& like the burghers of calais will a sacrifice be demanded?
to offer up our dreams & beg for mercy empty-handed?
and hapless in our hipness crowed 5 to an appartment
relegate our dreams to hobbies & deny our disappointment
cuz the stones in '65 want total satisfaction, kid
but the stones in '69 see grace in just getting what you need
but if that's a victory then i'd hate to see what i'd look like defeated
cuz i know there are those among us who seem to get their dreams unimpeded
today i went to major matt's to remaster my old album
& on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw will oldham,
he was wearin' the same sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to walk among the williamsburgers of his kingdom
& you might say now there's a guy who seems to have their world laid out before him
or you might say, he's just a rich kid or a fascist or a charlatan
but either way you say it if you look at indie-rock culture you really can't ignore him
& even if at first dismissive, after some listens you'll enjoy him
i was thinking this on the L train, intend on buesting my own bubble
how long should an artist struggle before it isn't worth the hassle
& admit we aren't fit to be the one inside the castle
this quest for greatness (or at least hipness)just a scam & too much trouble
but then what makes on human being worthy of an easy ride
born to be a natural artist you love or hate but can't deny
while us minions in our millions tumble into history's chasm
we might have a couple of laughs but we're still wastes of protoplasm
today i was gonna waste some time and money to remaster some dumb old album
& on the L train in the morning, i was really sure i saw will oldham,
he was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
had he come to see the strife here in the gutters of his kingdom?
where us noble starving artists are striving to feed our ego
our mothers like our music & our friends come to our shows
and if our friends become successful, we'll consider them our foes
go home to our 4 roomates after payin' big bucks for rockstars shows
what a nightmare! what a horror! i don't want no part of this
get me off this crazy ride, i'm gonna puke, i'm gonna piss!
i'd rather kill myself, i'd rather just relax or not exist
but you say you wanna do an e-mail interview?
oh what the heck, i can't resist!
"hey, 'ma, guess what today , i did another magazine interview!
honey, that's great, you're really famous!!" yeah and i'm 27 too!
i kinda thought i was gonna grow up to do stuff that i'd benefit humanity
but it's getting harder to tell if this artist's life is even benefitting me
cuz i was gonna waste some time and money today to remaster some dumb old album
& on the L train in the morning, i was totally sure i saw will oldham,
he was wearin' the same big sunglasses he had on stage at the bowery ballroom
& since i was feeling in need of answers i just went right up & asked him
i said, will bonnie prince, palace or whatever "what do you think about it?
is it worth being an artist or an indie-rock star,or are you better off without it?"
cuz i mean maybe the world would be better if we were all just uncreative drones,
no dead child, hood dreams to haunt us, a decent job, a decent home,
& if we have some extra time we could do real things to promote peace,
become scientists or history teachers or un-corrupt police at least,
"come on will, you gotta tell me!!"i grabbed & shook him by the arm,
the L train was leaning bedford with 10,000 white 20 somethings crowed on
he opened his mouth to speak but it was lost in the rumbling of the weels
we were thrown together in a corner & i yelled "tell me , man , for real!"
you're living comfortably, i assume, even if you're not quite a household name
you've reached a pretty high level of success & critical acclaim
the L train got to first avenue & a bunch of people piled out
i was starring into his sunglasses & i was really freakin' out
i was like, steamboat willie bonnie prince of all this shit,
you're like the king of a certain genre but even you must want to quit
like if you hear a record by bob dylan or neil young or whatever
you must start thinkin' "people like me , but i won't be that good ever"
& i'm sure the thing is probably dylan himself too
stayed up some nights wishing he was as good as Ginsberg or Camus
and he was like "dude , i'm such a faker, i'm just a clown who entertains
& these fools who pay for my crap, they just have pathetic punny brains
& Camus probably wished he was Milton too or whatever, you know what i'm sayin'?!"
so will, will you be straight with me now that it's just us 2 on this train?
cuz i was gonna spend some time & money today to remaster some dumb old album
& i saw you here on the L train & i was like " hey, is that will oldham?"
he must at least , have some perspective cuz it's like, living in this town
i get so confused & wound up & up tight
& i just don't know up from down
& then we'd reached the last stop & the subway was deserted
there was a long moment of silence (& i let go of his shirt)
i started to think that maybe i'd made some kind of big mistake
i tried to walk out onto the platform but by then it was too late
his sunglasses seemed to grow darker & still he hadn't even spoke
he just came right up behind me & put his hand around my throat
& threw me down onto the concrete & kicked my face in with his boot
& dragged me down onto the train tracks & tied my hands back with his coat
& i was slipping out of conciousness as he was slipping down my jeans
& he was punching me & humping me & i slipped off into a dream
so it might have just been a delusion but i thought i heard him say
something like " artists are pussies" then he climbed back up & ran away
so i lay there in the darkness on the train tracks cold and broken
the hours passed & i thought , well... maybe i won't remaster that old album
& then i started thinking maybe it really hadn't been will oldham
even tho he did hold my arms & fucked me just like will sings in "a sucker's evening"
but whether it was him or not i couldn't forget the words he'd spoken
"artists are pussies", like we're wusses
or we end up getting fucked
& other kinds of folks are dicks ,
tall, smart and strong & born to fuck us up
i know, it sounds really sexist and stupid, it's a terrible analogy
but at that moment on the train tracks, it made a lot of sense to me
maybe it's just some kind of natural balance, like 2 types of mental gender
that's gone on in all societies, in one form or another
like some dicks were born to conquer,i probably would if i could
but if i'm jut a pussy, that's okay cuz in a few months maybe, i'll put out something good.

Congratulations:

 :-*  :-*  :-*

got me a movie

i want you to know

slicing up eyeballs

i want you to know

girlie so groovy

i want you to know

don't know about you

but i am un chien andalusia

wanna grow

up to be

be a debaser, debaser



got me a movie

ha ha ha ho

slicing up eyeballs

ha ha ha ho

girlie so groovie

ha ha ha ho

don't know about you

but i am un chien andalusia



debaser

you get two songs today.


Children are innocent
A teenager's fucked up in the head
Adults are even more fucked up
And elderlies are like children

Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe martians could do
Better than we've done
We'll make great pets!

My friend says we're like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did
We'll make great pets!

We will make great pets
We'll make great pets!

 

Don't let the sun go down on your grievances
Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh
Do yourself a favor: become your own savior
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances
And when you wake up in the morning
You'll have a brand new feeling
And you'll find yourself healing
So don't let the sun go down on your grievances

And yet if you find yourself in the dark
And you're left holding the bag
Then take care of it right away
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances again

Sometimes you might want to give up
But keep that chin up
Cause you're gonna find
You're gonna find
Sometimes you might be alone
But don't feel lonely
'Cause you're gonna find
You're gonna find

So don't let the sun go down on your grievances
Start each day with a clean slate
You'll feel better if you can shake off all that hate
And don't forget to forgive and forget
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances

Don't let the sun go down on your grievances
Everybody!
Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh
Sing it!
Do yourself a favor: become your own savior
And don't let the sun go down on your grievances

while I'm on my all things paul westerberg kick...

here's one for an angst-filled mood...

God what a mess on the ladder of success
where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them

We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Young...take it, it's yours...


and here's I like to listen to while cleaning and dancing around my house in my underwear like an idiot...

I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes

See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait

I can't wait. Hardly wait.

Quote


and here's I like to listen to while cleaning and dancing around my house in my underwear like an idiot...

I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen
Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow
I promise not to blow the address again

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a crack in the drapes

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes

See you're high and lonesome
Try and try and try

Lights that flash in the evening,
Through a hole in the drapes
I'll be home when I'm sleeping
I can't hardly wait

I can't wait. Hardly wait.

 :-*

I simply adore that song.
There are many others to pick (Skyway or Here Comes A Regular come to mind), but today, I'll go for this ode to the legendary Alex Chilton.


If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon?
If he was from Mars, wouldn't that be cool?
Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file?
Hangin' down in Memphis all the while.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round
They sing "I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song."

Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice.
Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice.
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face.
Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place.

Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round
They sing "I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song."

I never travel far without a little Big Star

Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards.
Falling asleep with a flop-pop video on.
If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon?
If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe

Children by the million wait for Alex Chilton when he comes around
They sing "I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song."
I'm in love. What's that song?
I'm in love with that song.

Thanks you guys for reminding me of how much I love Paul Westerberg. 14 Songs was one of my favorite albums, but it was stolen along with about 300 other CDS some years back. On that album I loved the song First Glimmer. Makes me think of a certain boy. Wonder where he is now.


Do you remember me long ago?
Used to wear my heart on my sleave
I guess it still shows

We watched the sun fall down and
I hop on my bike, still that night

You're my first glimmer of light
You were my, you was my first
Glimmer of light

And the leaves were burning up in the street
I guess they tore that bridge out
Where we used to meet
And no one can see there

You're my first glimmer of light
You were my, you was my first
glimmer of light

Wore my jacket and I wore your sweater
Underneath the bridge was an indian summer
Purple mascara, safety pins kickin' the dirt
Took off your jacket took off my sweater
And we made a wish things would never be better
Train whistle blew my wish won't come. Oh no.

You were the first glimmer of light
You was my first glimmer of light
You're my first glimmer of light
You was my first,
You was my first

Wore my jacket and I wore your sweater
Underneath the bridge was an indian summer
Purple mascara, safety pins God did it hurt
Took off my jacket took off your sweater
And we made a wish things would never be better
Train whistle blew my wish came true.

You was my first glimmer of light
You was my first glimmer of light
You was my first glimmer of light
You was my first glimmer of light

Oh baby now
Yes you were
Yes you were
Yes you were
Oh baby now
Yes you were
Yes you were
Yes you were
Oh baby now
Yes you were
etc...

Quote14 Songs was one of my favorite albums, but it was stolen along with about 300 other CDS some years back.

 :-/

In the meanwhile, I should get myself some Paul Westerberg stuff. Haven't moved past The Replacements yet.

just in case that wasn't clear, they were stolen FROM me. realized it might have sounded like i was in possession of stolen cds.  

massive amounts of love to replacements and paul westerberg fans!

 ;D

Quoterealized it might have sounded like i was in possession of stolen cds.  

It didn't sound that way at all. Not to me at least  :)

Since there's a lotta lonely folks out there (self included), thought I should fire up this song that always makes me happy. It's a lot funnier if you can hear it.

Honk If You're Lonely by the Silver Jews

Radio's on, feeling all right
Cruising the strip on a Saturday night.
I smile and I wave and I hide all my pain
but the sign on my bumper gives me away:

Chorus:

    Honk if you're lonely tonight
    If you need a friend to get through the night
    A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights
    Honk if you're lonely tonight.

I know a honky-tonk where we can go.
A booth in the back with the lights way down low.
The jukebox is playing a sad melody
for heart-broken lovers just like you and me.

We'll laugh and we'll flirt and we'll dance every dance
and before the night's over we'll make romance.
The morning will find us with a smile on our face
and we'll be together in a lover's embrace.

(chorus)

I know it seems sad to be so damn blue
but there's always the chance that you'll meet someone new.
I know that somewhere waiting for me
is a sad lonely lover with a bumper that reads:

(chorus)

AH! oh god. wait. wait. no no. wait
SILVER JEWS?  ? ? ?

yep. silver jews. i shouldn't have announced it in the title though- oops. i love david berman's writing (songs and poems).

Quoteyep. silver jews. i shouldn't have announced it in the title though- oops. i love david berman's writing (songs and poems).

hahahahaha

i didn't even notice that you said who it was.
i strained my brain for like fifteen minutes trying to remember.
hahha
stoooopid

yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall



and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?