I Will Sing You Songs

[aMD]

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

[tomEisenbraun]

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.

[whothrewthecake]

best song on a winter day of ALL TIME

[tomEisenbraun]

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.

[primushead]

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)

[megisnotreal]

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!

[rugbird]

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.

[aMD]

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
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     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.

[Chills]

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

[megisnotreal]

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.)

[Chills]

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

 :)

[megisnotreal]

(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...

[ratsprayer]

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

[NJ2KY]

(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.

[megisnotreal]

Massive amounts of coolpoints for rats and NJ2KY.

[aMD]

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?

[megisnotreal]

double coolpoints for you, aMD.

[megisnotreal]

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.

[Chills]

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

[aMD]

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