Friday, November 13, 2009

Okkervil River: Unless It's Kicks



What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
Unless it's fictions
Unless it's sweat or it's songs

What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand
From some mid-level band
He's been driving too long

On a dark windless night
With the stereo on
With the towns flying by
And the ground getting soft

And the sound in the sky
Come down from above
It surrounds you and sighs
And it's whispering, oh

What pulls your body down,
that is quicksand
So climb out quick,
hand over hand
before your mouth's all filled up

What picks you up from down unless it's tricks, man
When I've been fixed, I am convinced that I will not get so broke up again

And on a seven day high
That heavenly song
Punches right through my mind
And pumps through my blood

And I know it's a lie
But I still give my love
Hey my hearts on the line
For your hands to pluck up
What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks, man
Unless it's lies or it's love

What breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some rock and roll fan
Exploding up from the stands
With her heart opened up
And I want to tell her,
Your love isn't lost
Say,
My heart is still crossed
Scream,
You're so wonderful
What a dream in the dark
About working so hard
About glowing so stoned
Trying not to turn off
Trying not to believe in the lies
On your own
La la la la
Ohhh oh ohh

Monday, November 9, 2009

Okkervil River: Starry Stairs



They ask for more
What do you think this fan club is for?
I slithered up each rose corridor
I kept a warm, safe place at my core
Before I lost it

They ask for blood
What do you think this woman's made of?
I stuck a small, thin pin in my thumb
They dreamt a low, long line to be crossed
And I crossed it

I'm alive
But a different kind of alive
Than the way I used to be

I retire to a split, white smile to be seen
In some old stag magazine
And this girl's eyes, when they were roughly wrenched open
I could see a starry stair up your thigh
You hid behind your hair
Oh, but I saw you smiling
While all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes
Safe behind a tv screen
I let them pry, pick apart and hang up to dry almost every piece of me

If you don't love me, I'm sorry

Oh, what a trip
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship
Oh, what a hot half-life I half lived
Oh, and the stripes and stars, how they stripped off the siding
When my life ripped
Off from the part that played as a kid
Into the part that plays through your lips
To find a warm, safe place and sit curled up inside it

So, here's goodbye
From the part that's staying behind
To the part that has to leave
To the sublime lips that were never spoiled by lying
But to the face inside the being
Who wasn't me
Who wasn't me
Oh, no, no
She's not me
Oh, oh

Monday, October 12, 2009

My Brightest Diamond: Golden Star (Alias)



i always felt so far from you
like something wasn't right
but tonight
i rest my head inside the crook of your arm
and i feel like a golden star,
exploding -- tonight, we are full
exploding -- tonight, we rejoice
exploding -- you are my golden star

though everything has come undone,
the distance between us closes
and everything is suddenly
exploding -- tonight we are full
exploding -- tonight we rejoice
exploding -- you are my golden star
exploding

tonight we are full up
in spite tonight we rejoice
tonight we are full up
in spite we rejoice like stars, exploding
exploding
exploding
explode

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Au Revoir Simone: The Lucky One



A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sign my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time its ours
A fate or it's a desire
I know

So I was the lycky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

So let the sunshine
So let the sunshine
So let the sunshine let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

Interpol: Pace Is The Trick



You can't hold it too tight
These matters of security
You don't have to be wound so tight
Smoking on the balcony
But it's like sleaze in the park
You women you have no self-control,
We angels remark outside
You are known for insatiable needs
I don't know a thing

I've seen love
And I follow the speed in the starlight
I've seen love
And I follow the speed in the starswept night

Yeah pace is the trick
And to all the destruction in man

Well I see you as you take your pride, my lioness
Your defences seem wise I cannot press
And attentions at demise, my lioness
Can't you hurt it some, think I hurt it

I've seen love and I follow the speed in the starlight
I've seen love

And I follow the speed in the starswept night
And now I select you,
Slow now I let you
See how I stun, see how I stun
Now I select you, slow now I bet you
See how I stun, see how I stun

and to all the destruction in man
and to all the corruption in my hand...

And now I select you,
Slow now I let you see how I stun, see how I stun
Now I select you, slow now I bet you see how I stun, see how I stun
Now I select you,
Slow now I let you, see how I stun, see how I stun
Now I select you, slow now I let you
I always follow the speed in the starswept night

...You don't hold a candle
...You don't hold a candle
...You don't hold a candle
...You don't hold a candle

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Blonde Redhead: For the Damaged



Maybe again he will be alone
Guess we're equally damaged
Find your name do it all the same equally
Signal when you can't breathe no more

Say you were me then you could see the view
You'll know we are equally damaged
Don't be a fool, make it easier
You'll learn to say when
Signal if you can't say, "no more"

Don't cross your finger
Sundays will never change
They keep on coming
You'll be a freak
And I'll keep you company

Sunday, August 30, 2009

longing in a quiet, slow, and weird evening


Friday, August 14, 2009

U.Fucking.O. Tunes

i'm being too lazy to update here with one song a day, so i decided to post a playlist a week:



if you're a chill, yet a weirdo crowd then this playlist is for you when you're on the road together. or even alone. and you haven't heard a single piece of it yet.

p.s. i strongly recommend foxytunes to stream and listen to online audio files.

PLF96-98: U.Fucking.O. Tunes (MP3 Files)







A stranger reaching out for your hand
An outlaw after hours leaning in
So if you see me acting out...understand
To be left out in the snow without a coat
Can do bad things to a man

Strand and my insides are burning up
Outdoors catching cold, breathing smoke
So if you set me off I'll burst into flames
Well it's a baptism by fire, breathe in the heat
This does odd things to a man and
Love is strange

Skeleton man he says "I don't care"
A chest left empty of the heart's affairs
Well, it can carry other things that weigh much less
And a head all hollowed out leaves me alone
And I can get some rest

Secrets, little secrets, when I'm not here
And skeleton men and friends reappear
So if you see me acting out, you should know
Hands and knees knelt down and scraped, skin replaced bone
I once was a skeleton
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

When someone loves you very much
You're fucked

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Alan Parson: We Play The Game



You drink the wine
You play the fool
You cross the line
You lose your cool
But no one cares
Still no one cares

You raise the bar
Lost in a trance
One bridge too far
No second chance
But no one cares
Still no one cares

We play the game
We hold our own
We fight to win
We stand alone

You had a dream
You cast the dice
Your shady scheme
You paid the price
But no one cares
Still no one cares

We play the game
With hearts of stone
You lose again
You're on your own

A turning tide
A streak of light
Arms open wide
The end's in sight
And someone cares
Yes someone cares

We play the game
We hold our own
We fight to win
We stand alone

Monday, May 18, 2009

Beirut: Guyamas Sonora



In the hall I heard your faints falling,
your trial and my corrections made.

You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of .

No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Goldfrapp: Ooh La La



dial up my number now
weaving it through the wire

wwitch me on
turn me up
don't want it baudelaire
just glitter lust
switch me on
turn me up

i want to touch you
you're just made for love

i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la

coils up and round me
teasing your poetry
switch me on
turn me up
oh child of venus
you're just made for love

i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la.

i wanna love some more
it'll never be the same
a broken heel like a heart
i'll never walk again

yeah
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la
i need la la la la la la
i need ooh la la la la

Monday, May 11, 2009

Andrew Bird: The Water Jet Cilice

photo by bahar


i knew this one girl
drowned in her own curls
candy colored swirls
that never seemed to end

i could not comprehend
half what she said to me
so casually
all our tender ears would bend

tales of ritual self-torture
she's making you abort your
carefully laid plans
to make a final stand
rest the world to hand
scoreless victory for serendipity

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Beirut: Nantes



well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile
and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile

nobody raise their voices
just another night in Nantes
nobody raise their voices
just another night in Nantes

well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile
and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time
and in a year, a year or so
this will slip into the sea
well it's been a long time, long time now
since I've seen you smile.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Radiohead: You and Whose Army?



Come on, Come on
You think you drive me crazy, well

Come on, Come on
You and whose army
You and your cronies

Come on, Come on
Holy Roman empire

Come on if you think
Come on if you think
You can take us all
You can take us all

You and whose army
You and your cronies

You forget so easy
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ghost horses
Ghost horses
Ghost horses

Moby: I Love to Move in Here



I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

(MC)
okay..
this is how its gonna go..
y'all gona move 'till ya cant no more
the dj gonna pick up records 'till his hands are sore
the lights are gonna flash
for grand masta cash
gonna kick it to you like you never heard before
the place is here
the time is now
all the fellas say ho
all the ladies say ow.
put your two hands togetha
to form a so clap
and jump back never see you ride the track
it ain't black or white
it's about the beat
if you can't rack the mic
its about the heat
you say what you're like
when im about to speak
and nobody wanna hear you anyway
so keep it moving girl (girl)
so old skool taking it back
and we ain't leaving
till we stop breathing
even if the music stops -
we continue to groove
nice and smooth
because we want y'all to move

I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here


"i love to move in here"
"old skool takin it back again"


I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

"old skool takin it back again"


I love to move here.. "wooo!"
i love to move in here

Blonde Redhead: Silently



Silently, I wish to sail into your port, I am your sailor
Quietly, I drop my weight into your sea, I drop my anchor
I sway in your waves, I sing in your sleep
I stay till I'm in your life

I realize now you're not to be blamed my love
You didn't choose your name my love
You never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you're not to be blamed my love
You didn't choose your name my love
You never crossed the seven seas

Oh, sweet creature
I know exactly how you feel
Your clock is ticking, tick tack tick tack
Your heart is beating tum tum tum tum tum

Silently, I wish to sail into your port, I am your sailor
Quietly, I drop my weight into your sea, I drop my anchor

I realize now you're not to be blamed at all
You didn't choose your name my love
You die a little in my arm
I realize now you're not to be blamed at all
You didn't choose your name my love
We never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you die a little in my arm
Before you even taste my love
We never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you re not to be blamed at all
You didn't choose your name my love
You die a little in my arm
I realize now

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Dresden Dolls: Coin Operated Boy



coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore
many shapes and weights to choose from
i will never leave my bedroom
i will never cry at night again
wrap my arms around him and pretend....

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i'll
never let him go and i'll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy......

this bridge was written to make you feel smittener
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convinceable
will you persist even after i bet you
a billion dollars that i'll never love you
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i'm dying to lose it...
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.

The Dresden Dolls: Missed Me



missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you kiss me mister i might tell my sister
if i tell her mister she might tell my mother and my
mother, mister, just might tell my father and my father
mister he won't be too happy and he'll have his lawyer
come up from the city and arrest you mister
so i wouldnt miss me if you get me, mister, see?

missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you kiss me mister you must think im pretty
if you think so mister you must want to fuck me
if you fuck me mister it must mean you love me
if you love me mister you would never leave me
it's as simple as can be!

missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you miss me mister why do you keep leaving
if you trick me mister i will make you suffer
and they'll get you mister put you in the slammer and forget
you mister then i think you'll miss me won't you miss me
won't you miss me

missed me missed me now you've got to kiss me
if you kiss me mister take responsibility
i'm fragile mister just like any girl would be
and so misunderstood (so treat me delicately!)

missed me missed me now you've gone and done it
hope you're happy in the county penitentiary
it serves you right for kissing little girls but i will visit if you miss me
do you miss me? MISS ME??
how's the food they feed you??
do you miss me
will you kiss me through the window?
do you MISS ME? MISS ME??!!
will they ever let you go???
i miss my mister so!!!!

Monday, April 6, 2009

The National: Mistaken For Strangers



You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
as long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
so you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
so you swear you just saw a feathery woman
carry a blindfolded man through the trees
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Destroyer: Painter in Your Pocket



and i'm reminded
of the time that i was blinded
by the sun
it was a welcome change
from the sight of you hanging
like a willow
off the arm of yet another visionary
prophetess east van. punk

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great on your own
it was 2002 and you couldn't be bothered
to say hello or goodbye
or stand the test of time
you did
i just tried to
separate an ocean from these tears we cried

where did you get that line
where did you get that look
where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk

where did you get that ride
where did you get that rocket
where did you get that painter in your pocket

hey there's christine
and there's where she could've been
the summer season was cheap
birds of prey stick together
and hey so do we, go

i didn't stand a chance
i couldn't stand at all
you looked ok with the others
you looked great by yourself
it was 2002 and you needed reminding to stay alive
and so did i
but at least i tried to
fall upon that sword and never look back

Where did you get that line?
Where did you get that look?
Where did you get that penchant for destruction in the way you talk?
Where did you get that ride?
Where did you get that rocket?
Where did you get that painter in your pocket?

I didn’t stand a chance.
I didn’t stand at all.
You looked ok with the others…

Iron & Wine: Peace Beneath The City



Here’s a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say
"Give me good legs and a Japanese car and show me a road”

Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day
“Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car and someone to free"

Say something for the body buried like a keepsake
Mother of million mouths with the very same name
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women tell the weather but never ever tell you what they pray
They pray, "Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent change"

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Thom Yorke: A Rat's Nest



clicks on the phone.
I cannot help you.
caught by own worm.
caught in a rat's nest.
eat own young.
chew through wires
sewn up in stitches, stitches.
deny all knowledge.
paragraph 5.
subsection b.
the comittee is content. content.
to live in a rat's nest.
rat's nest

a rats nest
caught in own mess
setting the traps
nest full of rats

vermin
eat anything
flailing
chew through wires

sit at high table
eat wild boar

secret handshake
sleeves rolled
six of the best
crack whip
trousers down

mad old men
run this town

Monday, March 30, 2009

Real Tuesday Weld: The Day Before You Came



I must have left my house at eight, because I always do.
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due.
I must have read the morning paper going into town,
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned.
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed.
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so;
The usual place, the usual bunch,
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained,
The day before you came.

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two,
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue.
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day,
And without really noticing, I must have shut a part of me away.
At five I must have left; there's no exception to the rule,
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school.
The tube back home again,
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then.
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame,
The day before you came.

Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so,
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go.
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on T.V.
There cannot be a sitcom or a game show that I've never seen.
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten;
I sleep so much these days, I need to be in bed by then,
Or maybe I read a while,
The latest one by Declan Gunn or something in that style.
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim,
The day before you came.

And turning out the light,
I must have yawned and dreamt my way through yet another night,
And rattling on the roof I maybe heard the sound of rain,
"I love the rain."
The day before you came.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Real Tuesday Weld: At The House Of The Clerkenwell Kid




Saturday, March 21, 2009

Destroyer: Foam Hands



True love regrets to inform you
there are certain things
you must do
to perceive his face
in the stains on the wall

I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam Hands

Since you've been gone
Since you've been gone
Me and the King have been steadily growing apart
He lives down the hall

I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam Hands

I'm not the kind to tell you what is true
And what is to-tally out of control

I didn't know what time it was at all
I didn't know what time it was at all
Foam Hands (4X)

Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros: Global A Go-Go



World service bulletin from the nightshift D.J.
To all wavebands on earth
Reconnoitre on the killahertz

This tune is going out to Marconi
To all corners of the globe
There ain't no hut in the Serengeti
Where my wavelengths do not probe
If a rocket went to Saturn
We sure hope a D.J. is on board
For some anti-gravity mixing
With two dub plates of U-Roy

Throwdown Stray Cat strut in Bulawayo - hey, Bulawayo
Buddy Rich in Burundi
Quadrophenia in Armenia
Armenia City In The Sky
Big Youth booming in Djkarta
Nina Simone over Sierra Leone
Wild sound of Joujouka in Nevada - hey, Joujouka
Everywhere, everywhere Bob's bringing it all back home

Yeah, I let the boogie-woogie rumble
In the back of Bangalore
I get complaints from Bondi Beach
What, no longboard surf hardcore
Oh, send the rock steady out to Freddy
Who juggles plates in Tsing Tao City

Cos tonight Bo Diddley's in Finland Station - hey, Bo Diddley
Sun Ra's in Omaha
The Skatalites in New York City - hey, Skatalites
The Stooges rule over Habana
The Bhundu Boys rock Acapulco - hey, hey Bhundu Boys
Good hip hop in Islamabad
Ali Farke Toure's in Oaxaca - hey, Farke Toure
And Baaba Maal's all over Stalingrad

Yeah, while some are waking, some are sleeping
From Kamchatka to the Gabon
Above the tradewind, wingtips beating
We calling out for Ronnie and da-do Ron, Ron, Ron

We call the Cumbria to tumble
From the peak of the Himalayas
We send the funk into the jungle
To the last outpost of the bass player

Gogol Bordello: Super Taranta!




Saturday, March 14, 2009

Radiohead: Where I End And You Begin



There's a gap in between
There's a gap where we meet
Where I end and you begin

And I'm sorry for us
The dinosaurs roam the earth
The sky turns green
Where I end and you begin

I am up in the clouds
I am up in the clouds
And I can't and I can't come down

I can watch and not take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone

X will now mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling in the sea
Into the sea

I will eat you alive (x4)
There'll be no more lies (x4)

I will eat you alive (x4)
There'll be no more lies (x4)

I will eat you alive (x3)

Andrew Bird: Imitosis



He's keeping busy
Yeah, he's bleeding stones
With his machinations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we're all basically alone

Poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away
And turning to a playground in a Petri dish
Where single cells would swing their fists
At anything that looks like easy prey
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
And despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case of mitosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify?
He just wants to know the reason why
The reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can kids be so mean?
Our famous doctor tried to glean
As he went home at the end of the day
In this nature show that rages every day
It was then he heard his intuition say

We were all basically alone
Despite what all his studies had shown
That what's mistaken for closeness
Is just a case of mitosis
Sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis
And why do some show no mercy
While others are painfully shy?
Tell me doctor, can you quantify
The reason why?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Diana Krall: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams



I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigalette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigalette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigalette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams

Tom Waits: Road to Peace



Young Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay) was only 18 years old,
He was the youngest of nine children, never spent a night away from home.
And his mother held his photograph, opening the New York Times
To see the killing has intensified along the road to peace

There was a tall, thin boy with a whispy moustache disguised as an orthodox Jew
On a crowded bus in Jerusalem, some had survived World War Two
And the thunderous explosion blew out windows 200 yards away
With more retribution and seventeen dead along the road to peace

Now at King George Ave and Jaffa Road passengers boarded bus 14a
In the aisle next to the driver Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
And the last thing that he said on earth is "God is great and God is good"
And he blew them all to kingdom come upon the road to peace

Now in response to this another kiss of death was visited upon
Yasser Taha, Israel says is an Hamas senior militant
And Israel sent four choppers in, flames engulfed, tears wide open
And it killed his wife and his three year old child leaving only blackened skeletons

It's found his toddlers bottle and a pair of small shoes and they waved them in front of the cameras
But Israel says they did not know that his wife and child were in the car
There are roadblocks everywhere and only suffering on TV
Neither side will ever give up their smallest right along the road to peace

Israel launched it's latest campaign against Hamas on Tuesday
Two days later Hamas shot back and killed five Israeli soldiers
So thousands dead and wounded on both sides most of them middle eastern civilians
They fill the children full of hate to fight an old man's war and die upon the road to peace

"And this is our land we will fight with all our force" say the Palastinians and the Jews
Each side will cut off the hand of anyone who tries to stop the resistance
If the right eye offends thee then you must pluck it out
And Mahmoud Abbas said Sharon had been lost out along the road to peace

Once Kissinger said "we have no friends, America only has interests"
Now our president wants to be seen as a hero and he's hungry for re-election
But Bush is reluctant to risk his future in the fear of his political failures
So he plays chess at his desk and poses for the press 10,000 miles from the road to peace

In the video that they found at the home of Abdel Mahdi (Shahmay)
He held a Kalashnikov rifle and he spoke with a voice like a boy
He was an excellent student, he studied so hard, it was as if he had a future
He told his mother that he had a test that day out along the road to peace

The fundamentalist killing on both sides is standing in the path of peace
But tell me why are we arming the Israeli army with guns and tanks and bullets?
And if God is great and God is good why can't he change the hearts of men?
Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
Maybe God himself is lost and needs help
He's out upon the road to peace

Well maybe God himself is lost and needs help
Maybe God himself he needs all of our help
And he's lost upon the road to peace
And he's lost upon the road to peace
Out upon the road to peace.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Tom Zé: Gloria




Sunday, March 8, 2009

The New Pornographers: Jackie, Dressed in Cobras



Look, we've seen this kind of thing before
Jackie threats with cobras at the door
don't live your life inside a narrow filled with glances
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

look, we've seen this kind of thing before
four kids hanging from the reference door
and if he hollers let him out
cause he's gonna shout
something in the way she moves
just shouldn't be allowed

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras
givin me ideas
what I really need now is ideas

look, we've seen this kind of thing before
vampires flown across the ballroom floor
mistake his blood-lust feast for dancin
New York City find your chances
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em
yes you've had 'em

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

on a train devouring the land
there's a kid going insane over her man
insane over her man
insane over her

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

left on the jungle floor
Jackie's dressed in cobras

Friday, March 6, 2009

Andrew Bird: The Trees Were Mistaken



this is a story about a boy and girl,
a girl and a boy, a boy.

[ ], only flighting.
that some boy in the dark [ ] joan of arc
inverted crystal mountain kind of a story.

this is a story.
man, about the [sheriffs in cyprus? something else.] translations of sanskrit.
just as my handwritten story.

this is a story where the singers begin to appear
in the spaces between all the dashes and braces
in the mothbitten story - of getting left behind.

this is a story, some kind of a story.

and with the pages distressed that you held to your chest,
they were mangled and dog-eared while the rest were just mangy and gory.

this is a story about the memory of water
translating the sound of the traffic.
remember the traffic?
it's making you carsick all along southfield freeway.

and translating mistakes and the trees and the stake
and the trees for the woods and the sound of the trash
for the sound of the blowing leaves along the southfield freeway.

my name is a blackbird, [the rest is a two-tone]
feathers are warm in molasses,
twisting the words from the silence to gases.
now i don't have worry [of nuclear]
it's so unclear.

and i'll get her out my dying home,
not simply tired of crying.

my name isn't blackbird, [the rest is a two-tone]
feathers are warm in molasses,
twisting the words from the silence to gases.
now i don't have worry [of nuclear]
it's so unclear.

am i dead or am i dying or am i simply tired of crying?

my name is a blackbird

Emiliana Torrini: If You Go Away



If you go away
On this summer's day
Then you might as well
Take the sun away
All the birds that flew
In the summer sky
When our love was new
And our hearts were high
And the day was young
And the nights were long
And the moon stood still
For the night bird's song

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...

But if you stay
I'll make you a day
Like no day has been
Or will be again
We'll sail on the sun
We'll ride on the rain
And talk to the trees
And worship the wind

But if you go
I'll understand
Leave me just enough love
To fill up my hand


If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...

If you go away
As I know you will
You must tell the world
To stop turning
'til you return again
If you ever do
For what good is love
Without loving you?
Can I tell you now
As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly
'til the next hello

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...

But if you stay
I'll make you a night
Like no night has been
Or will be again
I'll sail on your smile
I'll ride on your touch
I'll talk to your eyes
That I love so much

But if you go
I won't cry
Though the good is gone
From the word goodbye

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...

If you go away
As I know you must
There is nothing left
In this world to trust
Just an empty room
Full of empty space
Like the empty look
I see on your face
And I'd been the shadow
Of your shadow
If you might have kept me
By your side

If you go away
If you go away
If you go away...

If you go away
If you go away...

The Real Tuesday Weld: The Show Must Go On



Well maybe, we won’t be forgiven,
For all the things we’ve said and done,
But don’t you ever give up, or give in,
‘Cause you know,
The show must go on

And don’t believe them if they tell you,
Where you’re from is where you belong,
Just get up off your knees and say
“Fuck you, I’m on my way”
The show must go on
The show must go on.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Enzo Enzo: Juste Quelqu'un De Bien



Debout devant ses illusions
Une femme que plus rien ne dérange
Détenue de son abandon
Son ennui lui donne le change

Que retient elle de sa vie
Qu'elle pourrait revoir en peinture
Dans un joli cadre verni
En évidence sur un mur

Un mariage en Technicolor
Un couple dans les tons pastels
Assez d'argent sans trop d'efforts
Pour deux trois folies mensuelles

Elle a rêvé comme tout le monde
Qu'elle tutoierait quelques vedettes
Mais ses rêves en elle se fondent
Maintenant son espoir serait d'être

Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien
Le cœur à portée de main
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Sans grand destin
Une amie à qui l'on tient
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien

Il m'arrive aussi de ces heures
Où ma vie se penche sur le vide
Coupés tous les bruits du moteur
Au dessus de terres arides

Je plane à l'aube d'un malaise
Comme un soleil qui veut du mal
Aucune réponse n'apaise
Mes questions à la verticale

J'dis bonjour à la boulangère
Je tiens la porte à la vieille dame
Des fleurs pour la fête des mères
Et ce week-end à Amsterdam

Pour que tu m'aimes encore un peu
Quand je n'attends que du mépris
A l'heure où s'enfuit le Bon Dleu
Qui pourrait me dire si je suis

Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien
Le cœur à portée de main
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Sans grand destin
Une amie à qui l'on tient
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien

J'aime à penser que tous les hommes
S'arrêtent parfois de poursuivre
L'ambition de marcher sur Rome
Et connaissent la peur de vivre

Sur le bas-côté de la route
Sur la bande d'arrêt d'urgence
Comme des gens qul parlent et qui doutent
D'être au-delà des apparences

Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien
Le cœur à portée de main
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Sans grand destin
Une amie à qui l'on tient
Juste quelqu'un de bien
Quelqu'un de bien

Bright Eyes: Bowl of Oranges



The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Garth Brooks: Friends in Low Places



Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places

Monday, March 2, 2009

Destroyer: Farrar, Straus & Giroux (Sea of Tears)



It was back amongst the living,
your smile was giving me a thrill.
Enough to come so close to closing the deal (the steal of a century...)
A century stolen from our hearts to a house on the hill.

But if that is what it takes,
if that is what it takes,
if that is what it takes
to be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne,
no man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home.
No man has ever hung from the rafters of a second home.

It's true,
I needed you more back when I was poor:
the wealthy dowager (the patroness), she guessed it
the answer wasn't "yes."
But her maxims were fine, the ethos that flew about her mind
like swallows in search of a
burned-down bell tower church.

But if that is what it takes,
if that is what it takes,
if that is what it takes
to be a stone, a stone's throw from your throne,
no man has ever hung at the temporary age of 24, both feet on the floor,
listening to the bonafide stasis of sound,
the eaves dripping yesterday's
ill-timed August rain,

if there is such a thing as ill-timed August rain...

M. Ward: Chinese Translation



I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you've 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've 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

Nouvelle Vague: This Is Not A Love Song



This is not a love song

Happy to have
Not to have not
Big business is
Very wise
I'm crossing over into
Enter prize

This is not a love song (x4)

I'm adaptable
And I like my new role
I'm getting better and better
And I have a new goal
I'm changing my ways
Where money applies
This is not a love song

This is not a love song (x4)

I'm going over to the other side
I'm happy to have
Not to have not
Big business is
Very wise
I'm inside free
Enterprise

This is not a love song (x4)

Not television
Behind the curtain
Out of the cupboard
You take the first train
Into the big world
Are you ready to grab the candle
That turn of vision

This is not a love song (x4)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The New Pornographers: Myriad Harbour



I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

I said to Carl
Look up for once
(See just how the sun sets in the sky)

I said to Jon
Do you think the girls here
(Ever wonder how they got so pretty?)
Oh well I do

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

All the boys
With their home-made microphones
(Have very interesting sounds)

All the girls falling to ruin
Dropping out of school, breakin' daddy's heart
(Just to hang around)

I walked into the local record store
And asked for an American music anthology
It sounds fun
They taught my sketches (?)
Stuck 'em on the walls of PS1

I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you always end up in the city)

Stranded at Bleeker and Broadway
Looking for something to do

Someone somewhere asked me is there anything in particular I can help you with?
(All I ever want to help with was you)

Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour
Look out upon the Myriad Harbour

Damien Rice: Amie



Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there's no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away

Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

And Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Scarlett Johansson: Green Grass



Lay your head
Where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Come closer don't be shy
Stand beneath a rainy sky
The moon is over the rise
Think of me as a train goes by

Clear the thistles
And brambles
Whistle 'Didn't He Ramble'
Now there's a bubble of me
And it's floating in thee

Stand in the shade of me
Things are now made of me
The weather vane will say
It smells like rain today

God took the stars
And he tossed 'em
Can't tell the birds
From the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me

Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls
Mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds

Lay your head
Where my heart used to be
Hold the earth above me
Lay down in the green grass
Remember when you loved me

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Múm: We Have a Map of the Piano



Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain hum
I'll take a bottle down to you

Please don't flow this fast
You hold a little hum
I'll bottow sounds of me for you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain din
I'll bottow piano sounds from you

Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain noise
I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Meredith Monk: Afternoon Melodies



Stevens Sufjan: To Be Alone With You



I'd swim across Lake Michigan
I'd sell my shoes
I'd give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you
To be alone with you

You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your ghost
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

I've never known a man who loved me

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Andrew Bird: Fiery Crash



Turnstiles on mezzanine
Jetways and Dramamine fiends
And x-ray machines
You were hurling through space
G-forces twisting your face
Breeding superstition
A fatal premonition
You know you got to envision
The fiery crash

Oh, close your eyes and you wake up
Face stuck to a vinyl settee
Oh, the line was starting to break up
Just as you were starting to say
Something apropos, I don't know

Beige tiles and magazines
Lou Dobbs and the CNN team
On every monitor screen
You were caught in the crossfire
Where every human face
Has you reaching for your mace
So it's kind of an imposition
A fatal premonition

To save our lives you've got to envision
To save all our lives you've got to envision
And to save all our lives you've got to envision
The fiery crash
It's just a formality
Why must I explain?
Just a nod to mortality
Before you get on

Before you get on a plane

Oh, close your eyes and you wake up
Face stuck to a vinyl settee
Oh, the line was starting to break up
What was that you were going to say?

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Regina Spektor: On The Radio



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 worms
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

My Morning Jacket: Knot Comes Loose



B.b.b.b. can't you see that I'm smiling???
Can't you see, there's a part of me that's brand new???
Used to be, was a part of me felt like hidin, but now it comes thru!
Deep in my heart, that's where the knot comes loose.
Deep in my heart, I will remember you.
All my lovely life I been waitin, hot heels anticipatin.
Another love I found not to let it down.
Deep in my heart, that's where the knot comes loose.
Deep in my heart, I will remember you

April March: Chick Habit



hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll be alone in a quick
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll never get another fix

i'm telling you it's not a trick
pay attention, don't be thick
or you're liable to get licked

you're gonna see the reason why
when they're spitting in your eye
they'll be spitting in your eye

hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
a girl's not a tonic or a pill
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
you're just jonesing for a spill

oh, how your bubble's gonna burst
when you meet another nurse
she'll be driving in a hearse

you're gonna need a heap of glue
when they all catch up with you
and they cut you up in two

now your ears are ringing
the birds have stopped their singing
everything is turning grey

no candy in your till
no cutie left to thrill
you're alone on a tuesday

hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll be alone in a quick
hang up the chick habit
hang it up, daddy,
or you'll never get another fix

i'm telling you it's not a trick
pay attention, don't be thick
or you're liable to get licked

you're gonna see the reason why
when they're spitting in your eye
they'll be spitting in your eye

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Andrew Bird: Oh No



[Photo: MadeInBedRoom.Com]
----------------

(Whistling)

In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
All the calcified arhythmitists were doing the math
It would take a calculated blow to the head
To light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
Oh arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths (2x)
Calcium mines were buried deep in your chest (2x)

Ooh no we're deep in a mine
Ooh a calcium mine oooh
so let's get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail
past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
wearing nothing but a one ? and a veil

Ooh oh deep in a mine,
Ooh oh a calcium mine "oh no"
Arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths (2x)
In the calcium mines buried deep in your chest (2x)

Oooh oh deep in a mine
Oooh no calcium mines oh no

------------------------

So let's get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail
past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
wearing nothing but a one ? and a veil
Oh no .. oh no ... oh no ... oh no

(Whistling)

Giulia Y Los Tellarini: Barcelona



(SPANISH)
Por qué tanto perderse, tanto buscarse, sin encontrarse?
Me encierran los muros de todas partes. Barcelona te estás equivocando, no puedes seguir inventando, que el mundo sea otra cosa y volar como mariposa.

Barcelona, hace un calor que me deja fría por dentro, con este vicio de vivir mintiendo. Qué bonito sería tu mar, si supiera yo nadar. Barcelona, mi mente está llena de cara de gente extranjera: conocida, desconocida y vuelta a ser transparente.

No existo más Barcelona, siendo esposa de tus ruidos, tu laberinto extrovertido.
No he encontrado la razón, por qué me duele el corazón. Porque es tan fuerte que sólo podré vivirte en la distancia y escribirte una canción.

Te quiero Barcelona (¡ella tiene el poder! x4), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona es poderosa (¡ella tiene el poder!), Barcelona (¡ella tiene el poder¡), Barcelona es poderosa.

(ENGLISH)
Why so much losing of oneself, searching of oneself, without finding oneself? The walls close in on me from all sides.
Barcelona. You are mistaken, you can’t keep ignoring,
that the world may be some other thing, and fly like a butterfly.
Barcelona. It’s so hot the heat leaves me cold inside, with this vice of living a lie. (literally living lying) how beautiful your ocean would be, if I knew how to swim.
Barcelona. My mind is full of faces of strangers known, unknown, and back to being transparent.
I no longer exist Barcelona, being married to your sounds, your extroverted labyrinth, I’ve not found the reason why my heart hurts. Because it’s (the pain) so strong that I’ll only be able to experience you from a distance and write you a song. I love you Barcelona. (Chorus: She has the power) Barcelona is powerful.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

PJ Harvey: White Chalk



White chalk hills are all I've known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you

White chalk sat against time
White chalk cutting down the sea line
I know Mary's by the surf
On a path cut 1500 years ago

And I know these chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walked
(Our unborn child in me)
White chalk
(Poor scattered land)

Scratch my palms
There's blood on my hands

Friday, January 23, 2009

Arcade Fire: Cold Wind




In the middle of the summer
I'm not sleeping
Cold wind blowing
In the middle of the night they
Try to find me but I'm still driving
If you're going to San Francisco
Lay some flowers on the grave stone
There's music on the station but I'm just listening to cold wind whistling
And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
cold, cold wind blowing
cold wind blowing
Hey Hey Hey
Something ain't right
Something ain't right
And if they ever find me tell the papers cold wind, cold wind
Cold, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing,
cold wind blowing, cold wind blowing

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Inara George: Fools In Love



Fools in love, are there any other kinds of lovers?
Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your baby love,
your baby love, your baby love, your baby love

Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?
Fools in love, never knowing when they lost the game.

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you see, everything you know now
Everything you do, you do it for your baby love,
your baby love, your baby love, your baby love

Fools in love they think they're heroes,
cos they get to feel no pain
I say fools in love are zeroes
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Fools in love, gently hold each other's hands forever
Fools in love, gently tear each other limb from limb

Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Everything you touch, everything you feel
Everything you do, even rock 'n' roll now
Nothing mean a thing except you and your baby love
your baby love, your baby love, your baby love

Fools in love they think they're heroes
Cos they get to feel no pain
I say fools in love are zeroes
I should know, I should know
Because this fool's in love again

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Jem: Save Me



Save me save me save me wooh

I've gotta stop my mind
Working overtime
It's driving me insane
It will not let me live
Always so negative
It's become my enemy
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
Why would I think such things
Crazy thoughts have quick wings
Gaining momentum fast
One minute I am fine
The next I've lost my mind
To a fake fantasy
And none of these
thoughts are real
So why is it that I feel
So cut up and so bad
I need to take control
Coz my mind is on a roll
And it isn't listening to me
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
[thinking and thinking]
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
[thinking and thinking]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the dumbest of them all
Insecurities keep growing
Wasted energies are flowing
Anger, pain and sadness beckon
Panic sets in in a second
Be aware it's just your mind
And you can stop it anytime
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
[thinking and thinking]
Save me ah ah save me ah ah
save me ah wooh
[thinking and thinking]
Ok so here we go
If it works I'll let you know
One two three I say stop

Monday, January 19, 2009

Battles: Atlas



People won't be people when they hear this sound
That's been glowing in the dark at the edge of town
People won't be people, no
The people won't be people when they hear this sound
Won't you show me what begins at the edge of town

The singer is a crook
The singer is a crook

The singer is a crook
The singer is a crook
The kitchen is the cook
The scissors are the barbers
The singer is a crook
The chorus, full of actors

The chorus doesn't matter

P.S. This is one of the best songs to listen, when stoned!

Shawn Lee: No Surprises



A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don't, they don't speak for us.
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent silent.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Blonde Redhead: The Dress



Tears You See On My Face, You Do Have Something To Do With
Fear Starts Creeping Up When You Have So Much To Lose
Your Love Waits You While You're Cheating
Lightning Strikes You When You're Moving

The Light You See In My Eyes, You Do Have Something To Do With
Play The Game Namely Love, Play It Like You Have Nothing To Lose
Horse Loves You When You Move With Him
People Hate You When You're Changing

Don't Let The Dress Trick You
I Love You Less Now That I Know You
I Won't Count The Scars Again
I Love You Less Now That I Know You

The Glow You See On My Face, You Do Have Something To Do With
Fear Starts Creeping Up When You Have So Much To Lose
Your Love Wait You While You're Cheating
Lighting Strikes You When You're Moving

Don't Let Me Wonder Away
I Love You Less Now That I Know You
Don't Let The Dress Trick You
I Love You Less Now That I Know You

I Won't Count The Scars Again
Because I Love You

Chromatics: In The City



Saturday, January 17, 2009

Joe Dassin: Bip-Bip



A cette heure-ci c'est toujours la même chose
On n'avance plus
Les gens se bousculent
Tiens, encore un rendez-vous d'raté
Enfin, c'est pas grave
Il fait beau !
Et puis le principal c'est de ne jamais s'énerver
Du calme, du calme

Il est sept heures et demie sur la place de la Concorde
Le chauffeur de taxi montre les dents pour se mordre
Le bras sur la portière je regarde les jets d'eau
Y a du soleil bip bip
Oh n'effrayez pas les p'tits oiseaux

J'ai rendez-vous ce soir avec la fille de mon patron
Elle fume le cigare, elle a des tout p'tits yeux tout ronds
Si je suis en retard c'est toujours ça de gagné
Y a du soleil bip bip
Oh vraiment je ne suis pas pressé

Mais la fille d'à côté en voiture décapotée
Ma mère exaspérée me fait signe d'avancer
Mais c'est déjà trop tard encore un feu vert de passé
Elle a des yeux bip bip
Oh elle est prête à me fusiller

Ça fait plus d'un quart d'heure que dans la circulation
Je voudrais bien lui faire un peu de conversation
Mais c'est la pluie d'orage qui vient tout arranger
Il pleut des seaux bip bip
Oh la pluie lui tombe sur le nez

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