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)

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