It's a miracle

Sam Bisbee - Miracle Car

You corner like a miracle car
Everywhere I look you are
Above the earth, below the stars
So call this love if I could see that far
Wrapped up in your plastic suit
Dancing in your rubber boots
Don’t you know you can pollute me
Pollute me

You spin me like a merry-go-round
Always up - always down
Deafening silence - deafening sound
A hundred percent - pound for pound
Sheets of solid green velour
Mirrored ceiling - mirrored floor
Don’t you know how I’ve waited for you
To pollute me

You’re a slasher film - you terrify
You’re a love story - you death-defy
You’re a shoot-em-up - you’re a cold drive-by
You’re a tragedy - you laugh till I cry
Sensaround porno-queen
High definition poetry
And I only want to screen you
So pollute me

Next: What's for dinner?

If she gets a hickey...

The Crimea - Lottery Winners On Acid

If she get a black eye, I want a black eye
If she get a splinter, I want a splinter, too
If she get arrested, I want arrested
If she go tripping, I go falling over

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway

If she like Gordons, I like Gordons
If she like the black stuff, I like the black stuff, too
If she get a disease, I want a disease
If she go tripping, I go falling over

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway

Next: Sam

Coyotes

Don Edwards - Coyotes

Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas
His face was burnt deep by the sun
Part history, part sage, part mesquit
He was there when Pancho Villa was young
And he’d tell you a tale of the old days
When the country was wild all around
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
And listen while the coyotes’ howl

And they’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo

Now the longhorns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanche’s are gone
And the outlaws are gone
Geronimo’s gone
And Sam Bass is gone
And the lion is gone
And the red wolf is gone

Well, he cursed all the roads and the oil men
And he cursed the automobile
Said: this is no place for an hombre like I am
In this new world of asphalt and steel
Then he’d look off some place in the distance
At something only he could see
He’d say all that’s left now of the old days
Damned old coyotes’ and me

And they’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo

Now the longhorns are gone
And the drovers are gone
The Comanche’s are gone
The outlaws are gone
Now Quantro’s gone
Stan Watee is gone
And the lion is gone
And the red wolf is gone

One morning they searched his adobe
He disappeared without even a word
But that night as the moon crossed a mountain
One more coyote was heard

And he’d go: woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo
Woo yip woo yip poo
Woo di doo yip woo hoo yip hoo hoo…

Next: The Crimea.

An oldie

The Left Banke - Walk Away Renee

And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day
Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

From deep inside the tears that I’m forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide
Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me though they’re so small
Just walk away, Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

Next: Don Edwards.

Turning the tables

Decibully - Tables Turn

You packed your life up into boxes
And what didn’t fit
You carried
And the heavy things you left
The city loves you, it gives you oxygen
And a little space
To be filled
With all the heavy things you make, yeah

I’m not wastin’ loose change
‘Cause I’m changin’
Falls without wings
And I’m not waitin’ on tables to turn
‘Cause I’m turnin’
Forgive me for all things

The mirror kisses like you once did
At first it’s cold
But delicate
Then it reflects much more
My focus now is on the closest things
Since my glasses broke
Someone else should drive
Or I might not leave at all, yeah

I’m not wastin’ loose change
‘Cause I’m changin’
Falls without wings
I’m not waitin’ on tables to turn
‘Cause I’m turnin’
Forgive me for all things

I’m not wastin’ loose change
‘Cause I’m changin’
Falls without wings
And I’m not waitin’ on tables to turn
‘Cause I’m turnin’
Forgive me for all things
I’m not disapprovin’
If you got somethin’ to prove well then prove it
Falls without wings
We’ve got somethin’
Nothin’ else matters now does it
Forgive me for all things

Next: Renee

Upbeat

Lenka - The Show

I’m just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don’t know where to go, can’t do it alone
I’ve tried and I don’t know why

Slow it down - make it stop
Or else my heart is going to pop
‘Cause it’s too much - yeah it’s a lot
To be something I’m not
I’m a fool out of love
‘Cause I just can’t get enough

I’m just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don’t know where to go, can’t do it alone
I’ve tried and I don’t know why
I’m just a little girl lost in the moment
I’m so scared but I don’t show it
I can’t figure it out - it’s bringing me down
I know I’ve got to let it go
And just enjoy the show

The sun is hot in the sky
Just like a giant spotlight
The people follow the signs
And synchronize in time
It’s a joke - nobody knows
They got a ticket to the show

Yeah, I’m just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don’t know where to go, can’t do it alone
I’ve tried and I don’t know why
I’m just a little girl lost in the moment
I’m so scared but I don’t show it
I can’t figure it out - it’s bringing me down
I know I’ve got to let it go
And just enjoy the show - oh
Just enjoy the show - oh

I’m just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don’t know where to go, can’t do it alone
I’ve tried and I don’t know why
I’m just a little girl lost in the moment
I’m so scared but I don’t show it
I can’t figure it out - it’s bringing me down
I know I’ve got to let it go
And just enjoy the show

Dum-de-dum, duh-dum-de-dum
Just enjoy the show
Duh-dum-de-dum, duh-dum-de-dum
Just enjoy the show
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
Just enjoy the show
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
Just enjoy the show

Next: Decibully

Merry Christmas

Pilate - Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve, babe
Here in the drunk tank
And an old man said to me
You won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
A rare old mountain dew
And I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
It came in at ten to one
And I got a feeling
This day’s for me and you
So, Happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They’ve got cars big as bars
They’ve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It’s no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway
Was waiting for me

You were handsome - you were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner
Then danced through the night

And the boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
It’s Christmas Day

You’re a bum, you’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your ass
I’ll pray God it’s our last

And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day

I could have been someone
Well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
But, I kept them with me, babe
I put them with my own
I can’t make it all alone
I’ve built my dreams around you

And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
And the boys in the NYPD choir
Were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day
And the bells were ringing out
It’s Christmas Day

Next: The Show.

For my girl

Rilo Kiley - 85

I’m just of real sad folk and
‘85 was our best year and
She says it gets much worse
‘Fore it gets any better

So I take it with a grain of salt
For the other means I
Wonder why it doesn’t keep her up at night
Like it does me

We talk the way you do and
I have a sweet or two for
My only plus you say
They’re getting bigger everyday

So I take it with a grain of salt
For the other means I
Wonder why it doesn’t keep him up at night
Like it does me

I’ll be in your car
I locked the keys in your car
I’ll be in your car
For now

“You wanna fool around?” I ask
I get a sour reply
From the other wheel that always
Rises to the occasion

So I take it with a grain of salt
For the other means I
Wonder why it doesn’t keep you up at night

I’ll be in your car
I locked the keys in your car
I’ll be in your car
For now

I’ve been a mess for some time
Now I get what I deserve
For someone who leaves behind a life
I can’t do better

So I take it with a grain of salt
For the other means I
Wonder why it doesn’t keep you up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Up at night
Like it does me

Next: Pilate

Great song

Iron And Wine & Calexico - 16, Maybe Less

Beyond the ridge to the left you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing ‘round the pond
I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?
One grin and wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And now in autumn time, lullaby
Sing our newborn love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods, morning, Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don’t talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you
Beyond the ridge to the west the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond you put your hand in mine
Said time has bridled it’s bow but I remember you, too

And now in autumn time, lullaby
Sing our newborn love to sleep
I dreamed I traveled and found you there
In the woods, morning, Christmas Eve
Waiting

Next: A # song.

Trippy

Wayne Fishell - Jamie's Song

This one’s for you if you want it
This one’s for you if you’ve got it
This one’s from me, I couldn’t figure out just how it worked and
This one’s for you if you need it
And this one’s for you if you’ll heed it
And this one’s from me, I hope it didn’t break under my care, so

Tell me how the roses fade into soft and subtle shades of gray and
How it brings you down
Tell me how the fairies sigh as they sing you haunting lullabies
They arrest with you with their sounds

This one’s for you if you crave it
And this one’s for you if you’ll save it
This one’s from me, I hope I didn’t bake it for too long and
This one’s for you if you’ll let it
And this one’s for you if you’ll set it
And this one’s from me, I know you never asked me for one thing, so

Tell me how our devils sing in distant rambling harmonies
And how it levels you out
And tell me that you understand that sometimes rain doesn’t touch the land
When you’ve seen the worst in me

‘Cause this one’s for you if you want it
This one’s for you, you can’t stop it
This one’s from me, I hope the burden doesn’t hurt your back and
This one’s for you if you find it
And this one’s for you if you’ll bind it
And this one’s from me, I hope it says all that I’ve got to say, so

Tell me how a Kafka dreams and wakes alive another thing and how
You can answer why
And tell me that my shoes won’t die, they’ll just go somewhere off in the sky and they’ll
Carry me away
Just like you carry me away
Oh yeah you carry me away
Oh yeah you carry me away
Just like you carry me away

Next: The incomparable Sam Beam.

Here comes the choo-choo.

The Mo - Nostalgia Locomotive

Time, melting fast
In a room where the sun is burning dust from our past
It’s a huge carnival
In my chest
I didn’t know anything
A carpet floor boy
And the king of a land
Where all the small things seem so very grand

I’m leaving tonight
Here comes the choo-choo, come on
Steaming to you through the gone times
Nostalgia locomotive
It gives you a hell of a ride

Here comes the choo-choo, come on
Steaming to you through the gone times
Nostalgia locomotive
It gives you a hell of a ride

Time, floating fast
In the odd world
The rain is pouring memories from my past
It’s a huge carnival
In my chest
I didn’t know anything
A rubber boat girl
And the queen of a land
Where all the small things seem so very grand

I’m leaving tonight
Here comes the choo-choo, come on
Steaming to you through the gone times
Nostalgia locomotive
It gives you a hell of a ride

Here comes the choo-choo, come on
Steaming to you through the gone times
Nostalgia locomotive
It gives you a hell of a ride

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la

Next: 'Twas deleted by anal-retentive suits.

I Know Them Well

Kid Serious - Armageddon Girls

She got road signs in her eyes and suddenly the lights will change
All her daddy’s friends are spies and her mama got her hair done strange - strange
And she was brought up on a dream of bassinets and billionaires
And she been looking for that scene but she can’t find it anywhere, I swear
Nothing comes as a surprise, anything can be arranged

She got the deep end in her room and, man, you better dive with care
Spends her weekends on the moon - you know they got a lot of boys up there
And she knows beggars can’t be choosers, can’t be dreamers, can’t be much
Oh no you - you got to love the losers ‘cause that’s all there is to love
Armageddon’s coming soon and she hasn’t got a thing to wear
Ah, I see them fallin’ down

Aw, it’s a dead end world these days
Armageddon girls are saying:
I ain’t looking for love ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for clues, I ain’t looking for truth)
I ain’t looking for answers ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for you, I ain’t looking for God)
I ain’t looking for love ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for me, I ain’t looking for signs)
I’m just looking for time - time

Armageddon girls are wild, you know you gotta go a ways for fun
Passing Knights in shining style, maybe one or two she shouldn’t oughtta done
And she was busted in the back seat of an ‘83 Chevette
He was an older gentleman who bought her beer and cigarettes
Armageddon girls don’t just smile, they grin into the barrel of a gun - come on

Armageddon girls are cool but it’s never really what it seems, no
You might have known a few in school or maybe that was nothin’ but a dream, that’s what it seems
But from the grunge heads in Seattle, dressing down and bonging brews
To the bimbos down in Burbank getting tit jobs and tattoos
Armageddon girls you rule, but you never change a goddamn thing

I ain’t looking for love ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for clues, I ain’t looking for truth)
I ain’t looking for answers ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for you, I ain’t looking for God)
I ain’t looking for love ( I ain’t looking for love, I ain’t looking for me, I ain’t looking for signs)
I’m looking for time

She got road signs in her eyes, I’m waiting for the lights to change
Understanding is the price, and I’m paid enough to not explain
So I will hold the universe against the comfort of her chest
I might not ever be the first but I will always be the best
Armageddon girls don’t lie, the truth is getting pretty strange

Next: I Can Feel A Hot One

Wishful thinking?

Okkervil River - The President Is Dead

The President’s dead, the radio said
Dear friends, this is not so horrible
A shot through my heart like a knife right through bread
The newspaper said the President’s dead
The sea doesn’t dry and the sky isn’t split
But, friends, it just seems so wrong, don’t it
A shot from the crowd and a shot in the head
The President’s lying on the tarmac dead
He’s lying face down with his black, dressy gents
Guns drawn running around and the early obits
Say he was a good man, you can’t argue with that
Not today, you can’t, not now you can’t
In the media tent where they spin and they slant
They just foam at the mouth and they champ at the bit
The bloodsuckers can wait ‘til those vultures cool it
The newscaster said, the President’s dead
And let’s imagine a way, let’s say thirty years in
How somebody will say what were you doin’ when
On a beautiful day I was wakin’ up and
I was lyin’ in bed with my girlfriend
And the eggs on the plate and the bacon hissin’
And the coffee was great, there was spring on the wind
Even live through a day where the littlest things
In the littlest ways made you feel you were blessed
If you’d died right then, well, you know you’d be missed
But there’s no better state to cease to exist
And you wouldn’t feel sad and you wouldn’t resist
‘Cause you knew what you had and were thankful for it
In your own little way, I’m a small, quiet man
I’ve got no wars to win, I don’t have a big plan
But I love my new place and I love my old friends
And I scrimp and I save and one day I’ll have kids
I can truthfully say that my day was like that
‘Til the radio playin’ on the stand by the bed
Fired out this report and in three words they said
Like three shots to my head: the President’s dead...

Next: Kid Serious' "Armageddon Girls."