Saturday, January 31, 2009

Golden Gate Bridge

Rose Melberg - Golden Gate Bridge

If you leave me now
I don’t know what I’ll do without you
I’ve heard one too many times
You don’t have time to argue

Too bad I have all these memories
Of you and me
I’ll throw them off the Golden Gate Bridge
And set you free

I’m sorry that you didn’t love me
Cross out that first time we kissed
I’m sure at one time you felt something
One fleeting moment I missed

Suddenly this hope there
Makes much more sense
For you my name, my number
And my heart are all past tense

I’m sorry that you didn’t love me
Cross out that first time we kissed
I’m sure at one time you felt something
One fleeting moment I missed

Next: A little Moldy.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Next Time

Little Wings - Next Time

This is a note to the self situation
A microphone test of a dense dictation…
Last time, they tried to fit me in a funny suit
This time, they tried to fill my pocket full of loot
Next time, they’ll start to weep while I’m bailing
Next time, I’ll have to wade through their wailing
Last time, they had to hang me like a poster
This time, they rode me like a roller coaster
Next time, they’ll have to find me if they wanna try
Next time, they’ll have a long time to wonder why
I always turn my head when they walk by
I make-believe my shoelace came untied
Better yet, act like something’s in my eye
Oh, I gotta do what I don’t want to
High as the hates that hunt and haunt you
Pouring the paint you’re pealing, won’t you
Pull a pal away when he’s reeling, don’t you
Look at last time for one minute
I promise I’ll try
Look at this time, will and when it
With a gleaming in my eye
Look at next time, searching’s granted
Full power from the sky
Look at what the light does when we’re in it
So I wonder why I stop to wonder why
Last time, they spread me shallow like the gravel
This time, they struck me twice like a gavel
“Order in the Court!” What Court is the question
Give no retort, leave everybody guessing
Last time, they bent me over like a rainbow
This time, they stepped through me like a tango
Next time, I’ll abbreviate it so
They won’t lose their breath every time they say it, oh
I’ll keep a song inside their head in bloom
Feed it sweet light, fertilize it with some tunes
If words are the risk, then music’s the perfume
Oh, sung from the mouth of friend or stranger
A dangerous bird or bird of danger
If you can keep up, well, why won’t you
Songs everywhere so I sing it, don’t you
Look at last time for one minute
I promise I’ll try
Look at this time, will and when it
With a gleaming in my eye
Look at the next time, searching’s granted
Full power from the sky
Look at what the light does when we’re in it
Now I wonder why I stop to wonder why
Last time - last time
This time - this time
Next time - next time
I’ll try - I’ll try - I’ll try - I’ll try - I’ll try

Next: Rose.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

The moon was paper white

Tanya Donelly - The Night You Saved My Life

In the beginning my love was fierce
One heart stopped and another started
I flashed my eyes, cracked wise and left them dry
Now I sit with my babe at my breast
I was never this good at my best
Never higher
The moon was paper white the night you saved my life
When my spirit guide left me behind
The wood was closing in, foggy was the night
The night you saved my life
When my spirit guide left me behind

I spy with my third eye
Something volatile and vital
So say goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let them bite
Now I stand with the wind at my back
Every day brings a new breed of jackass
I was never good at monkey-in-the-middle
Never a fighter
The moon was paper white the night you saved my life
When my spirit guide left me behind
The wood was closing in, foggy was the night
The night you saved my life
When my spirit guide left me behind
The moon was paper white the night you saved my life
When my spirit guide left me behind

Next: Little Wings.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Crashing The Afterglow

Versus - Crashing The Afterglow

Walking down the yellow brick road, you left a clue
Crumpled up the photograph you had with you
Giving up the suitcase life and leaving your wife
There’s a tunnel at the end of the light

Don’t know what to say to you
Standing on the window sill
Don’t know what to say to you
Now you’ve swallowed your last pill
Don’t know what to say to you
Firing flares into the night
And everything is alright

Crashing the afterglow in dingy whites
Bleeding from the seven year itch, you lie in it
Bathing in the milk of the past and drowning fast
Just pretend you’re colorblind and you’ll be fine

Don’t know what to say to you
Standing on the window sill
Don’t know what to say to you
Now you’ve swallowed your last pill
Don’t know what to say to you
Firing flares into the night
And everything is alright

Cursing like a four-letter word
Phony like a three-dollar bill
Sell the ticket to your heart
Baby, you’re a one-way street

Next: Tanya.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Rice Dream Girl

Casiotone for the Painfully Alone - Rice Dream Girl

I was in the Safeway store
When I saw you in Aisle 4
I swear you looked so nice
You were buying milk that was made out of rice
I tried to think of something clever to say
But you were already walking away
In an attempt to get my groove on
I offered you my White Castle coupon

The radio was playing Seal
I tried to tell you how I feel
But then our shopping carts locked wheels
And the moment just seemed wrong

Oh, won’t you do what’s right
Put your groceries in my car tonight
I wanna take you home

Oh, with your eyes of blue
I want to drink rice milk with you
I’ll be your one and only
So we won’t be so lonely

Next: Versus.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

This is not a bill

Varnaline - Indian Summer Takedown

It could’ve been the start
Of something big, just a part
When the light gets like that, I explode
Now, color me depressed
All my nerves got undressed
Turn the tables on the stars and now it’s gone

Too far gone
How can you go on
Too far gone
How can you go on
Indian summer takedown

It came out wrong
All the words were too strong
There’s no keeping track of what goes bad
Standing on a ledge
Where the toes meet the edge
Thinking of that day when things went right

Too far gone
How can you go on
Too far gone
How can you go on
Indian summer takedown

This is not a bill
A notice or a will
Every meaning has a word that never fits
Came in to the cold
Well, that light was just gold
October copy with my hand out at the door

Too far gone
How can you go on
Too far gone
How can you go on
Indian summer takedown

Next: CFTPA.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

There is no goal

Adam Green - Dance With Me

Heart and soul
Baby, there is no goal
Turn the lights on bright
You’re a rock and roll star

Feel my love
Coming from the heavens above
When my eyes meet your eyes
You know it’s true

Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station
Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station

You are lost
And I’m at home
And nobody wants to be
Here alone

Ooh, baby’s in mint condition
Man, I’m doing some dirty wishing
Let’s both get on
That rocket to the stars

Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station
Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station

Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station
Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station
Baby, come dance with me
Baby, come dance with me-ee
On TV at the TV station
Baby, come dance…

Next: Varnaline.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Giant X's on your eyes

Low - Sunflower

When they found your body
Giant X’s on your eyes
And with your half of the ransom
You bought some sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet sunflowers
And gave them to the night

Underneath the Star of David
A hundred years behind my eyes
And with my half of the ransom
I bought some sweet, sweet, sweet
Sweet sunflowers
And gave them to the night

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet sunflowers
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet sunflowers
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet sunflowers
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet sunflowers
And gave them to the night

Next: Adam Green.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

I'm gonna call your name

The Verna Cannon - Expecting An Answer

I spend nights looking for you
In places I never would have set foot in the daytime
And your name makes such a sad soliloquy
In the middle of the street
I might be standing right on top of you
But to know that would take some intuition
Every story I tell myself
Seems like it never could have happened
All your friends and enemies look blankly at me
And I wonder what they know
I’m gonna call your name
I’m gonna call your name
Shouldn’t I call your name like I’m expecting an answer

Did I make you up?
Someone convince me that I have
Then it won’t feel so bad
If you don’t show up
Well, I could dream a pretty scene
A strange girl showering you with love
Well, that’s the best place for me
To hang my imagination
You never know when you pose for a missing sign
But, I’m…I’m gonna call your name
I’m gonna call your name
Shouldn’t I call your name like I’m expecting an answer

Next: Sweet.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Waitin' And Datin'

The Naysayer - Waitin' And Datin'

Guess maybe I lived too fast
Drinking the beer and smoking the grass
At the young age of twenty-eight
I find I’m knocking at the Pearly Gates
Yes, Miss. Yes, Miss. Come on in
We know you well - you’ve hardly sinned
Real - think of my eternal life
And just once more kiss the love of my life
No, Miss. No, Miss. Lives in another world
He might even end up with some other girl
That’s when with full-strength it hit me
I’d be really screwed if you quit me
I’m in heaven waiting
You’re down there dating
Running around to paint the town
My hands are tied - I’m not around
I was anticipating a reunion in the sky
But it looks like you might change your mind before you up and die

Sitting here on my cloudy perch
And I watched you meet that dark-haired girl after church
Watched you take her to the honky tonk
And y’all joined at the hip during the slow love song
She raised her eyes to your pearly lips
And I knew right then I was on a sinking ship
I looked around with a tear in my eye
At all the other lonely angels in the sky
And I realized
We’re in heaven waiting
Y’all be down there dating
Running around to paint the town
Our hands are tied - we’re not around
We were anticipating a big reunion in the sky
But it looks like y’all might change your minds before you up and die
Looks like y’all might change your minds before you up and die

Next: Expectations.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Triptych

Ida - Triptych

Did we give away too much or was it right
I just wanna go back home and hold you tight
I can’t face another crowd and feel this way oh no oh no

I’m falling into every little trap that I can find
Reading too much into every single sign
I can’t face you with the others all around oh no oh no

I need some time to breathe
I can’t fix what’s wrong

Well, this world I see is only two lanes wide
From this midnight van to Georgia that we ride
And the toll booths become markers of the time oh no oh no

We come and go so fast
Looking for what lasts

Next: I say thee nay.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Analog Girl

Ken Oak - Analog Girl

I see you walk around your room
Wearing out my button down
Staring at your every move
TV’s on - don’t hear a sound
But you and the madness that these walls have seen
You and the things you mumble while you dream
I must be crazy
Look what you made me
I must be crazy
Look what you made me

My bread and butterflies
Schizophrenic little girl
Hip hop from the underground
The soundtrack to your little world
You and the madness that these walls have seen
You and the things you mumble while you dream
I must be crazy
Look what you made me
I must be crazy
Look what you made me

Stare at you - you stare at you
Yeah, the secrets that that mirror could tell
About you and the madness that these walls have seen
You and the things you mumble while you dream
You and the madness that these wall have seen
You and the things you mumble while you dream
I must be crazy
Look what you made me
I must be crazy
Look what you made me

Look what you made me

Look what you made me

Next: Ida.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Jason Lee

All Girl Summer Fun Band - Jason Lee

Couldn’t sleep last night
I turned on the TV
It was one of those late-night talk shows
And sitting there with Carson D.
Slagging MTV

Was Jason Lee
Doing kick flips in my dreams
Jason Lee

I never realized how much
You are just like me
I used to skateboard
But I wasn’t very good
We both like obscure music
And we’re both 33

Jason Lee
Doing one-nine-oh degrees
Jason Lee

They say:
Never fall in love with a celebrity
It’s just weird and it’s wrong ‘cept with you and me
I don’t care what they say this was meant to be

Take me to your movie premiere
Wearing cheap clothes, smuggling beer
I don’t care for Hollywood
And I’d kiss you if I could

Jason Lee
Doing kick flips in my dreams
Jason Lee

Next: A mighty Oak.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Every war has them

Red Delicious - Casualties

We are the casualties, no one tells you about us
You’ll hear stories, but you have to live to believe
We’re the bodies piled up by the roadside
You’ll smell us burning, it’ll give you bad dreams
Don’t run away, we’re a cautionary tale
Walk softly and take heed
Don’t offer us your sympathy
You don’t know what we need
We’re the lost and the forsaken
Screaming just to hear a voice
A sound to fill the empty spaces
A hand to hold and still the shaking

We’re the spineless, the skinless and the broken
You’ll be a crutch ‘cause we can’t stand on our own
You’ll gather ‘round us to comfort and heal us
But the nature of our pain will remain unknown
Don’t come to me for happiness
I’m an open pit and you will just fall in
Don’t ask me what my problem is
I wouldn’t know where to begin
We’re the lost and the forsaken
Screaming just to hear a voice
A sound to fill the empty spaces
A hand to hold and still the shaking
We’re the wasted and the weary
Giving up and falling down
We’re the needy, sick for your love
A hand to hold and still the shaking
Let it go and lay it down
A drug to take to stop the aching

I get so tired of holding up
I get so cold that I am chilled to the bone
I cry so hard, it knocks me down
I just don’t want to be alone
We’re the lost and the forsaken
Screaming just to hear a voice
A sound to fill the empty spaces
A hand to hold and still the shaking
We’re the wasted and the weary
Giving up and falling down
We’re the needy, sick for your love
A hand to hold and still the shaking
Don’t offer sympathy, ‘cause you don’t know what I need
I’m so tired of holding up, that I’m giving up and falling down
I don’t want to be alone, and it chills me to the bone
So don’t ask me what’s wrong, it’s been going on so long, I don’t know
I’m wasted and I’m cold and I need a hand to hold
And the nature of my pain remains unknown even to me
I’m screaming for the sound, to feel like someone’s ‘round
Let it go and lay it down, and fill the empty space with love

Next: AGFSB.

Friday, January 16, 2009

I hope you never leave

The Softies - Sleep Away Your Troubles

If I beg you will you smother me
Just to put me out of my constant misery
This is too much for me to bear
You’d know this, too, if you ever had been there

I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you never leave me

I wander through these empty halls
As the moon casts shadows of just me upon the walls
My time wasted in endless regret
While you sleep away your troubles and forget

I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you never leave me

I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you have sweet dreams
And I hope you will never leave me
I hope you never leave me

Next: Casualties.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Will you get up?

Azure Ray - If You Fall

Let’s talk and we’ll fill the air
With imagery that lasts forever
So this is love, yeah, that’s a lovely thought
You have to care for it to keep it together

And if you fall will you get up
You’re stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it’s cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it

Let’s just sing and we’ll fill the air
With melodies that blend together
You speak so sweet with words so delicate
A glass I hope will never shatter

And if you fall will you get up
You’re stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it’s cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if you fall will you get up
You’re stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it’s cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if you fall will you get up
You’re stuck in a dream will you wake up
And if you fell in love…

Next: Softies.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Prince cover

Crooked Fingers - When U Were Mine

When you were mine
I gave you all of my money
Time after time
You’ve done me wrong
Was just like a dream
You let all my friends come over and meet
You were so strange
You didn’t have the decency to change the sheets
Oh, girl, when you were mine
I used to let you wear all my clothes
You were so fine (so fine)
Maybe that’s the reason that you hurt me so
I know (I know) that you’re going with another guy
I don’t care (don’t care) ‘cause I love you, baby, that’s no lie
I love you more than I did when you were mine

When you were mine
You were kinda sorta my best friend
So I was blind
I let you fool around
Well, I never cared
I never was the kind to make a fuss
When he was there
Sleeping in between the two of us
I know (I know) that you’re going with another guy
I don’t care (don’t care) ‘cause I love you, baby, that’s no lie
I love you more than I did when you were mine

When you were mine
You were all I ever wanted to do
I’d spend my time
Following him whenever he’s with you
I know (I know) that you’re going with another guy
I don’t care (don’t care) ‘cause I love you, baby, that’s no lie
I love you more than I did when you were mine

Next: Azure Ray

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Nizlopi

Nizlopi - JCB Song

Well, I’m rumbling in this JCB
I’m 5 years old and my dad’s a giant sitting beside me
And the engine rattles my bum like berserk
While we’re singing: ‘don’t forget your shovel if you want to go to work’

And my dad’s probably had a bloody hard day
But he’s being good fun and bubbling and joking away
And the procession of cars stuck behind
Are getting all impatient and angry but we don’t mind

And we’re holding up the bypass, oh-oh
Me and my dad having a top laugh, oh-oh
And I’m sitting on the tool box, oh-oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss, so glad I’m not in school, oh no

And we pull over to let the cars pass
And pull off again speeding by this summer green grass
And we’re like giants up here in our big yellow digger
Like Zoids or Transformers or maybe even bigger

And I want to transform into a Tyrannosaurus Rex
And eat up all the bullies and the teachers and their pets
And I’ll tell all my mates my dad’s BA Barachas
Only with a JCB and Bruce Lee’s nunchaku’s

And we’re holding up the bypass, oh-oh
Me and my dad having a top laugh, oh-oh
I’m sitting on the toolbox, oh-oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss, so glad I’m not in school

And we’re holding up the bypass, oh-oh
Me and my dad having a top laugh, oh-oh
I’m sitting on the toolbox, oh-oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss, so glad I’m not in school

Said: I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round -
We’re holding up the bypass, oh-oh
Me and my dad having a top laugh, oh-oh
And I’m sitting on the toolbox, oh-oh
And I’m so glad I’m not in school, boss, so glad I’m not in school, aw
Said: I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his -
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB
I’m Luke, I’m 5 and my dad’s Bruce Lee
Drives me ‘round in his JCB

Next: Crooked Fingers.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Interesting cover

Sexton Blake - Making Love Out Of Nothing At All

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream
I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know time’s gonna fly
And I’m never gonna tell you everything I’ve got to tell you
But I know I’ve got to give it a try
And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how to break ‘em
And I always know the name of the game
But I don’t know how to leave you
And I’ll never let you fall
And I don’t know how you do it
Makin’ love out of nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all

Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight
The beating of my heart is a drum and it’s lost
And it’s lookin’ for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright
I’ve gotta follow it ‘cause everything I know
It’s nothing ‘til I give it to you

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone
But I’m never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl
And I’m never gonna make it like you do
Makin’ love out of nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all
Nothin’ at all…

Next: One for dads.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

The world is flat

The Montgolfier Brothers - The World Is Flat

I got my theories and I got my points of view
The world is flat and I still have a chance with you
God is good and life is fair and
Heaven’s waiting so I’ll meet you there and
They’ll call last orders’ down the kings and we won’t fight
I’ll walk you home and tuck you in at night and we’ll -
We’ll watch the dawn get mugged on Chapel Street
And we will raise a family

I’ll be the apple of your parents’ eyes and
They’ll raise a glass to us and I won’t drink the bottle dry
We’ll wake each morning and we’ll count our lucky stars
There’s no relationship as strong as ours and
We’ll share in half our problems, we’ll talk our worries through
There’ll be no little secrets that I hold back from you
You’ll find fulfillment and I won’t play away
And we can only get stronger

You’ve got suspicions and you say you’ve got proof
That my commitment’s flawed and I can’t speak the truth
That I am lost and I am scared and
The lawyer’s waiting so I’ll meet you there and
They’ll call our number and we won’t put up a fight
We’ll split the pension and I swear I’ll see you right
Where there was hate, well, please let there be calm
Before the storm besets us

You know I’ll love you ‘til the day I die and
I’ve got my reasons but please don’t ask me why
We’ll wake alone some nights and wish on falling stars
That no one makes the same mistakes as ours and
We’ll never share our problems or talk our worries through
And all those little secrets will make their way to you
You’ll find fulfillment, I’ll play and lose away
And we won’t raise that family

Next: Sexton Blake.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Unveiled

The Veils - Wires To Flying Birds

They’re forming in circles from over my head
Calling in silence
I can only fall apart
And I feel their wings go

They’re falling in pieces from over my head
Calling in silence
I can only fall apart
And I feel their wings go

They bind me in violet with my love in my head
My heart now an island
I can only fall apart
And I feel their wings go
And I feel their wings go

Ah’s

And I feel their wings go
And I feel their wings go
And I feel their wings go

Next: The epitomy of melancholy.

Friday, January 9, 2009

An open letter

Biirdie - Open Letter To Jenny

Jenny I’m jealous of the way you move
You are uncharacteristically perfectly cool
So perfect and sweet with your red hair and charms
I can’t take it, they shake me, these false alarms - false alarms

In a Rambler in Reno that’s when you let me know
You were a mean little bitch so young but so cold
To a frizzy-haired girl, bug-eyed and round
I wanted to love you but you put me down - put me down

Jenny I’m jealous of the things that you say
Up Crescent Heights to Sunset and through the canyons you play
In my car, that’s where stars fall
Is it all it’s cracked up to be?
Is it all it’s cracked up to be?
Do you want to be free?

Oh, Jenny I’m jealous of the way you move
You are uncharacteristically perfectly cool
So honest and good - please, baby, please
Save your bullets, don’t drop the rock on me - rock on me - rock on me
Take it away, Biirdie:
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-wooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh - ah ah ah
Ooh-wooh, ooh-we-oh, ooh-ooh
Oh, Jenny I’m jealous but I think - think it’ll be okay

Next: How beautiful.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The question is simple

The Boy Bathing - The Questions Simple

Listen to me singing through the microphone
Like I’m talking through the wires of a telephone
It’s a couple of notes higher than a baritone
Getting quieter ‘til you can barely hear a note

‘Cause every poem I’ve written you can take apart
The questions can be simple but the answers hard
How can I finish if I never start
How can I love you with a broken heart

I’m giving it a week until I quit the band
No thousand records sold and no biggest fan
No more summer touring sleeping in the van
No five dollars at the door, hey man, stamp my hand

‘Cause I could’ve been a doctor with a stethoscope
Listening to hearts and writing doctor’s notes
But I’m not leaving the band - it was just a joke
I’ll be coughing out a song so I can clear my throat

Until it’s time to die I’m gonna drown myself
I don’t wanna be responsible for no one else
Into the Pacific with a white sail blowing
A hole into the bottom of the ocean

How can I be sorry for the things I’ve done
How can I be finished if I’ve not begun
I’m not even sure I wanna try again
Every day begins and every sun does set

How’s it gonna matter if I die today
Maybe one less car on the Interstate
If the clouds are gonna gather than it’s time to rain
How will I feel better when I feel the same

If one is just a start but two's a perfect number
You were healthy appetite and I am hunger
Maybe in a couple weeks when I get better
We can see a movie or just do whatever

I see her in the hallway like a ballet dancer
If she would fall I would be there to catch her
I can make you happy by your side forever
If you want to call me I’ll be there to answer

I’m taking half the year to go explore the world
Maybe find out that it spins around in one big circle
Makes me wish for something like a greater purpose
Something when we die that we can take down with us

Something that will fit inside an empty casket
Twenty friends there only to spread the ashes
I want to be the one to cause a chain reaction
Maybe make a difference before something happens

‘Cause lately they’ve been talking of a big disaster
Something everyone will have to clean up after
Forget all of things that I can’t remember
Running through the rye, but there is no catcher

I remember summer’s that were joy and laughter
Everyone was having so much fun together
Now it seems the seasons all go by much faster
I’m lonesome for the empty fields where nothing matters
Where nothing matters

Next: A little biirdie told me.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Lemli?

William Shatner - That's Me Trying

I got your address from the phone book at the library
Wandered in, looked you up and you were there
Weird that you’ve been living maybe two miles away for the best part of twenty years
You must be what? In your early forties now
If I remember, you were born in June or was it May?
Eisenhower was the president although it may have been JFK

Years of silence, not enough
Who could blame us giving up?
Above the quiet there’s a buzz
That’s me trying

You still working in that store on Ventura?
You still going with--no, that’s not fair
I know I haven’t been the very best of dads - I’ll hold my hand up there
The reason that I’m writing is I’d like for us to meet
Get a little daughter-dad action going soon
We could put things behind us
Eat some pizza, drink some beer
Do you still see your sister, Lemli?
Bring her, too

Years of silence, not enough
Who could blame us giving up?
Above the quiet there’s a buzz
That’s me trying

But I don’t want to talk about any of that bad stuff
Why I missed out on your wedding and your high school graduation
I’d like to explain - but, I can’t, so
Let’s keep things neutral
Stick to topics that won’t bug us
How ‘bout this?
Let’s choose a book and we’ll read it before we meet
Then we can sit down at a restaurant
And we’ll look at the menu and talk about it while we eat
See - if we never had a problem
Then - that’s what life would be like
Easy
Uncomplicated
Cool
So, let’s just pretend that the past didn’t happen
I don’t really like thrillers, as well
I don’t want to know if I’ve got grandchildren
No need to tell me where I went wrong
I don’t want to know what happened in your thirties
You want to try ‘Cold Mountain‘?
Or is that too long?

Years of silence, not enough
Who could blame us giving up?
Above the quiet there’s a buzz
That’s me trying
That’s me trying
That’s me trying
Above the quiet there’s a buzz
I’m trying

Next: The Boy Bathing.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Dinosaurs!

Low - Dinosaur Act

You were their daughter
And your father flew airplanes
You and your sister
Could tell by the back of their hands
It was a dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act

After expenses
And pulling up fences, no more airplanes
And putting your foot down
The nail shot up like a bright red snowflake
Just like a dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur

And all through the dust
You feel that you must hear the strains of a dove
But it’s a dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur act
Dinosaur

Next: Captain Kirk?

Monday, January 5, 2009

Swingset Chain

Loquat - Swingset Chain

There’s a playground that we used to run on
The penny drop that broke her arm
The monkey bars that you fell from
The swingset chain that stuck with my tongue
It’s 30 below and we’re far gone
If you plant yourself here I wouldn’t miss it for long
But then comes the day when you leave town
I’m back to the way I was when you weren’t around

If you want to know what that was like
I’ll tell you first it was way too quiet
It rained 119 days of the year
I spent my time falling down the stairs
I know I can’t tie you to a leash
But something tells me you’ll go further than Greece
And then I’ll have to figure out what to do
I’m kind of afraid I’m codependent on you

We’re freaking out that we started breaking down
Before momentum picked up
Now all these doors are locked
The trees trick you ‘cause they’re always standing still
But time is really racing by
You can see it when you drive

There’s a rooftop deck where we still hang out
A couple bars where we’re not allowed
The roller skates that threw you on your face
The park on the hill which is our only space
The fog is fast and it rolls right in
About at the time I start my first fifth of gin
I don’t really mean to complain too much
But this city’s turning me into quite the lush

We’re freaking out that we’re running out of time
But to do what?
Should I stop and think of that?
Is there something I could do to slow it down
Live in a day for once
Instead of watch it sprinting by

You’re a dandelion seed
That flies through the air
And lands randomly
And disappears
You’re a dandelion seed
That flies through the air
And lands randomly
And disappears

We’re freaking out that we started breaking down
Before momentum picked up
Now all these doors are locked
The trees trick you ‘cause they’re always standing still
But time is really racing by
You can see it when you drive

Next: So Low.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Gimme back

Slobberbone - Gimme Back My Dog

Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog

It was mine before I met you
It was mine before I’d let you
Come closer and hold it and know it
The way that you once knew me
It was mine before you knew me
It was mine before you’d choose me
And use me and lose me, refuse me
The way you’re now refusing to

Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog

It was mine before I’d see you
It was mine before I believed you
When you said: “ I need you. “
It seems that you were just throwing me a bone
It was mine before you found me
It was mine before you’d hound me
And bound me and ground me and pound me
Like a stray with no way home
Oh, just like a dirty stray dog with no way home

Come on, girl, you’ve gotta give me some credit
It was mine before you’d go get it
And pet it and let it run
When you threw the damn thing its ball
And it was mine before you liked me
It was mine before you tried me
Lied to me and tried to deny
That you ever loved me at all, yes yes

Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog
Gimme back my dog, yeah (etc.)

Next: Loquat.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

I disconnect

The Cardigans - Communication

For twenty-seven years I’ve been trying
To believe and confide in
Different people I found
Some of them got closer than others
And some wouldn’t even bother
And then you came around

I didn’t really know what to call you
You didn’t know me at all
But I was happy to explain
I never really knew how to move you
So I tried to intrude through
The little holes in your veins
And I saw you

But that’s not an invitation !
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect

I’ve seen you, I know you, but I don’t know
How to connect
So I disconnect

You always seem to know where to find me
And I’m still here behind you
In the corner of your eye
I’ll never really learn how to love you
But I know that I love you
Through that hole in the sky
Where I see you

And that’s not an invitation !
That’s all I get
If this is communication
I disconnect

I’ve seen you, I know you, but I don’t know
How to connect
So I disconnect

Well, this is an invitation !
It’s not a threat
If you want communication
That’s what you get

I’m talking and talking
But I don’t know
How to connect

And I hold
A record for being patient
With your kind of hesitation

I need you, you want me, but I don’t know
How to connect
So I disconnect
I disconnect

Next: The hardest rocking song to ever feature banjo.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Chupacabras, spiders and bees, oh my.

Brandtson - Earthquakes And Sharks

Went down to Mexico
I drove my black El Camino
I met up with an old gringo
He showed me around and said to call him Joe
I was there about a week or so
Wound up in the general hospital
Joe said don’t drink the water no more
How the hell was I supposed to know

Drove up to San Diego
I saw a sign for Mission Beach and so
Went way out deep into the ocean
Saw a shark and had a stroke
Back in the ambulance I go
I had a dream about a girl I used to know
She said I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California
She said I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California
Oh yeah, she said I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California

Earthquakes and sharks to start us off
If Chupacabras ain’t enough
Black widow spiders and killer bees
There ain’t no shade, there ain’t no trees
Black bears and heat and polluted air
And traffic jams beyond compare
That’s all I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California

Woke up and said I got to go
Doc said: relax, son, take it slow
I tried to argue but don’t you know
About California and Mexico
Right then the doctor hit the floor
The building shook and shook some more
Then I looked down at him and swore
You son of a bitch, I told you so

Earthquakes and sharks to start us off
If Chupacabras ain’t enough
Black widow spiders and killer bees
There ain’t no shade, there ain’t no trees
Black bears and heat and polluted air
And traffic jams beyond compare
That’s all I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California
Earthquakes and sharks to start us off
If Chupacabras ain’t enough
Black widow spiders and killer bees
There ain’t no shade, there ain’t no trees
Black bears and heat and polluted air
And traffic jams beyond compare
That’s all I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California
Earthquakes and sharks to start us off
If Chupacabras ain’t enough
Black widow spiders and killer bees
There ain’t no shade, there ain’t no trees
Black bears and heat and polluted air
And traffic jams beyond compare
That’s all I got to warn ya ‘bout Mexico and California

Next: Cardigans.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

The Tuna Helpers - Christian Girl

You be the mama - you be the daddy
And I will be the dancing girl
And we’ll live in the stomach of a soft fat cat
Who shivers with a Siamese purr
And she plays pretend all over my pillow
And she hasn’t really been a Christian friend
But she promises to behave this time
Taking the flesh and the blood in a cracker served with wine

Chase her kitten tails through the enchanted forests
Up to a castle made from a carpenter’s heart
We hang onto fur when it’s soft - when it’s pretty
When the kittens know that we are all girls
And she’s there buried in a sandbox boat
Hiding games under skirts so mother won’t see
That she’s not playing house appropriately
La-la-la’s

She plays pretend all over my pillow
And she hasn’t really been a Christian friend
But she promises to behave this time
Taking the flesh and the blood in a cracker served with wine

Next: Brandtson.