Sybaris - Every Song Needs A Chorus
Building a song needs a thought
Or a feel about something to reveal
You will certainly need some drums
To come - to come - to keep the beat
It doesn’t even have to rhyme
At least not on words like “sign,” “time” or even worse “rhyme”
You’ll surely need a bass
Some strings and a bit of a piano
And not to forget
Every song needs a chorus
Otherwise it’ll bore us
And no one would remember
Not even on a cold December evening
When you’re done with the song
The lyrics, the instruments - you gotta mix it down
Pan some things left, some right
Some centered and the EQ turns ‘em bright
And some songs have a solo…
And not to forget
Every song needs a chorus
Otherwise it’ll bore us
And no one would remember
Not even on a cold December evening
(This is the bridge)
A song is like life
Like a universe in a box
(This is the bridge)
Every line is a pic of you
But the chords ain’t the same
(This is the bridge)
Whatever you make of it
You’re composing your song all new
But you always return
To the point where it all began
And not to forget
Every song needs a chorus
Otherwise it’ll bore us
And no one would remember
Not even on a cold December evening
And every song needs an end
Next: You're so silent, Jens.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
El Paso
Felix McTiegue - El Paso
The outskirts of El Paso are burning in the night
Like pinholes punched in paper and held up to the light
I’m dying to forget you, I roll the window down
Think about a cigarette and recognize the sound
Of the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
Flashback to the summer of nineteen ninety-nine
You were off to school and I was killing time
We’d sit up on the front porch, you were playing, I would sing
We bought ‘Willie Nelson’s Greatest Hits’ and learned the whole damn thing
We would pick and grin
To ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
As the sun hung low
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
Van Halen’s on the radio - the old stuff ‘Diver Down’
Right before David left and Sammy came around
I listen to it three times fade across New Mexico
When I hit eject it turns on the radio
I hear the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
I’ve since left New York City, I’m staying in L.A.
With each new vice that I pick up, you still don’t go away
Driving drunk down Fairfax with a sunburn on one arm
I recognize the sound coming through the car alarms
I hear the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
Next: Sybaris.
The outskirts of El Paso are burning in the night
Like pinholes punched in paper and held up to the light
I’m dying to forget you, I roll the window down
Think about a cigarette and recognize the sound
Of the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
Flashback to the summer of nineteen ninety-nine
You were off to school and I was killing time
We’d sit up on the front porch, you were playing, I would sing
We bought ‘Willie Nelson’s Greatest Hits’ and learned the whole damn thing
We would pick and grin
To ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
As the sun hung low
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
Van Halen’s on the radio - the old stuff ‘Diver Down’
Right before David left and Sammy came around
I listen to it three times fade across New Mexico
When I hit eject it turns on the radio
I hear the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
I’ve since left New York City, I’m staying in L.A.
With each new vice that I pick up, you still don’t go away
Driving drunk down Fairfax with a sunburn on one arm
I recognize the sound coming through the car alarms
I hear the first few bars
Of ‘Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain’
On the radio
You’ll never know
How much you mean to me
Next: Sybaris.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tractor Guy
Hrududu Factory Tractor Guy
The funny man with the tractor isn’t afraid
He’s a master of his trade
Digging the holes to make me smile
And I break your heart by telling lies
To the tractor guy
As he destroys your little home
He goes huh
He goes huh
Huh and huh
He goes huh
The funny man with the tractor has got no name
He’s the one they call insane
Digging up trees all over town
And I break your heart by selling lies
With the tractor guy
Making you move to far off lands
He goes huh
He goes huh
And huh
He goes huh
Huh and huh
He goes huh
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore - anymore
He goes huh, etc.
Next: The bright lights of El Paso.
The funny man with the tractor isn’t afraid
He’s a master of his trade
Digging the holes to make me smile
And I break your heart by telling lies
To the tractor guy
As he destroys your little home
He goes huh
He goes huh
Huh and huh
He goes huh
The funny man with the tractor has got no name
He’s the one they call insane
Digging up trees all over town
And I break your heart by selling lies
With the tractor guy
Making you move to far off lands
He goes huh
He goes huh
And huh
He goes huh
Huh and huh
He goes huh
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore
I can’t be your best friend anymore - anymore
He goes huh, etc.
Next: The bright lights of El Paso.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
It was a beautiful car
M Ward - Beautiful Car
I was washing antique cars
Working part-time for my dad after school
When I got the go ahead
To pick a car and spin around the neighborhood
It was a baby blue ‘52 Roadstar
It was a beautiful car
That was the night I heard of the fighting
And the murder of the Schoolmaster’s son
Last year I asked him who he was afraid of
And he answered: Everyone
Well, did I even flinch a wrist?
Should I have tried to undo what had been done
That’s just the way it’s gotta be
I should never have to worry myself none
It was a baby blue ‘52 Roadstar
It was a beautiful car
Next: Hrududu Factory.
I was washing antique cars
Working part-time for my dad after school
When I got the go ahead
To pick a car and spin around the neighborhood
It was a baby blue ‘52 Roadstar
It was a beautiful car
That was the night I heard of the fighting
And the murder of the Schoolmaster’s son
Last year I asked him who he was afraid of
And he answered: Everyone
Well, did I even flinch a wrist?
Should I have tried to undo what had been done
That’s just the way it’s gotta be
I should never have to worry myself none
It was a baby blue ‘52 Roadstar
It was a beautiful car
Next: Hrududu Factory.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Palmcorder Yajna
The Mountain Goats - Palmcorder Yajna
Holt Boulevard
Between Gary and White
Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge
Set ourselves up for the night
Carpenter ants in the dresser
Flies in the screen
It will be too late by the time we learn
What these cryptic symbols mean
And I dreamt of a house
Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out
And the headstones climbed up the hills
And the headstones climbed up the hills
Send somebody out for soda
Comb through the carpet for clues
Reflective tape on our sweatpants
Big holes in our shoes
Every couple minutes
Someone says he can’t stand it anymore
Laugh lines on our faces
Scale maps of the ocean floor
And I dreamt of a camera
Pointing out from inside the television
And the aperture yawning and blinking
And the headstones climbed up the hills
If anybody comes to see me
Tell ‘em they just missed me by a minute
If anybody comes in to our room while we’re asleep
I hope they incinerate everybody in it
And I dreamt of a factory
Where they manufactured what I needed
Using shiny new machines
And the headstones climbed up the hills
Next: M Ward
Holt Boulevard
Between Gary and White
Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge
Set ourselves up for the night
Carpenter ants in the dresser
Flies in the screen
It will be too late by the time we learn
What these cryptic symbols mean
And I dreamt of a house
Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out
And the headstones climbed up the hills
And the headstones climbed up the hills
Send somebody out for soda
Comb through the carpet for clues
Reflective tape on our sweatpants
Big holes in our shoes
Every couple minutes
Someone says he can’t stand it anymore
Laugh lines on our faces
Scale maps of the ocean floor
And I dreamt of a camera
Pointing out from inside the television
And the aperture yawning and blinking
And the headstones climbed up the hills
If anybody comes to see me
Tell ‘em they just missed me by a minute
If anybody comes in to our room while we’re asleep
I hope they incinerate everybody in it
And I dreamt of a factory
Where they manufactured what I needed
Using shiny new machines
And the headstones climbed up the hills
Next: M Ward
Monday, February 23, 2009
He War
Cat Power - He War
I never meant to be the needle that broke your back
You were here, you were here, you were here
Don’t look back
I never meant to be the needle that broke your back
You were here, you were here, you were here
Don’t look back
He war - he war
He will kill for you
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
From who you can
You know you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
I’m not that hot new chick
And if you want me to run with it
We’re on to your same old trick
Get up and run away with it
I’m not that hot new chick
And if you want me to run with it
We’re on to your same old trick
Get up and run away with it
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
From who you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
You know you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
From who you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
You know you can
Next: Mountain Goats.
I never meant to be the needle that broke your back
You were here, you were here, you were here
Don’t look back
I never meant to be the needle that broke your back
You were here, you were here, you were here
Don’t look back
He war - he war
He will kill for you
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
From who you can
You know you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
I’m not that hot new chick
And if you want me to run with it
We’re on to your same old trick
Get up and run away with it
I’m not that hot new chick
And if you want me to run with it
We’re on to your same old trick
Get up and run away with it
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
From who you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
You know you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
He war - he war
He will kill for you, ah
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
From who you can
Hey hey hey-y-y-y-y
You know you can
Next: Mountain Goats.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Crazy Molly could not be alone
The Neat Stripes - Molly
Crazy Molly could not be alone
If no one was with her she’d pick up the phone
Except for the time when the lines went down
Poor Molly smashed the phone on the ground and she cried
Ah, but she was alright
When Molly went out on the town
She always thought she’d feel better with people around
And sometimes someone would talk to her
But they’d always act more rushed than they were or they’d stare
She didn’t seem to care
She might not have heard what you said
(But) You cross her and she’ll curse you ‘til your face is red
Her daddy had no way to know
He always thought it was something that she would outgrow
But Molly was crazy into her bones
And he couldn’t afford to put her in a home, so he split
Molly barely noticed
One day Molly went to the priest
She felt she had demons she needed released
But the padre could see right through her dress
And when it was done they both had to confess they were glad
It was the best they’d had
She might not have heard what you said
(But) You cross her and she’ll curse you ‘til your face is red
Next: Cat Power.
Crazy Molly could not be alone
If no one was with her she’d pick up the phone
Except for the time when the lines went down
Poor Molly smashed the phone on the ground and she cried
Ah, but she was alright
When Molly went out on the town
She always thought she’d feel better with people around
And sometimes someone would talk to her
But they’d always act more rushed than they were or they’d stare
She didn’t seem to care
She might not have heard what you said
(But) You cross her and she’ll curse you ‘til your face is red
Her daddy had no way to know
He always thought it was something that she would outgrow
But Molly was crazy into her bones
And he couldn’t afford to put her in a home, so he split
Molly barely noticed
One day Molly went to the priest
She felt she had demons she needed released
But the padre could see right through her dress
And when it was done they both had to confess they were glad
It was the best they’d had
She might not have heard what you said
(But) You cross her and she’ll curse you ‘til your face is red
Next: Cat Power.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wishing Well
Boogaboo - Wishing Well
If I found me a wishing well
In the middle of a meadow green
I would throw all my money in, to be…
A little closer to my dream
If I found me a four leaf clover
In the middle of that meadow green
I would look it over and over to see…
Where could my true love be
Oh, you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
If I found me a silly penny
Shining brightly in the rain
I would pick it up and pray…
I could see you once again
‘Cause you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
‘Cause you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
Next: Neat Stripes.
If I found me a wishing well
In the middle of a meadow green
I would throw all my money in, to be…
A little closer to my dream
If I found me a four leaf clover
In the middle of that meadow green
I would look it over and over to see…
Where could my true love be
Oh, you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
If I found me a silly penny
Shining brightly in the rain
I would pick it up and pray…
I could see you once again
‘Cause you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
‘Cause you make me so happy
You make me feel brand new
I just wanna spend my life, in love, with you
Next: Neat Stripes.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Bullet holes
Scarling - Band Aid Covers The Bullet Hole
Bees in the caramel and I’m not afraid
Surgeons make incisions - what a mess they’ve made
Tearing at my skin, leaving knives in my brain
Stabbing at the voices driving me insane
Girls vomit candy and lies that they’re fed
Boys whisper lullabies and wet their beds
Eat TV violence on the toast that they spread
Talking with their mouths full - here is what they’ve said:
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Oh -oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
La la la - La la la la la la
Spiders in my hair and guns on my mind
Thinking about the people who’ve been so unkind
If looks could kill them I might make myself blind
Startled at the reasons that I just can’t find
Kids break the dishes - they crash on the floor
Parents hate the noise and shove them out the door
Robots and robotics - I remember their thoughts
It gets them all excited - here is what they’ve said
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
La la la - La la la la la la
Blah blah blah - Blah blah blah blah blah blah-h-h-h
Next: Boogaboo.
Bees in the caramel and I’m not afraid
Surgeons make incisions - what a mess they’ve made
Tearing at my skin, leaving knives in my brain
Stabbing at the voices driving me insane
Girls vomit candy and lies that they’re fed
Boys whisper lullabies and wet their beds
Eat TV violence on the toast that they spread
Talking with their mouths full - here is what they’ve said:
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Oh -oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
La la la - La la la la la la
Spiders in my hair and guns on my mind
Thinking about the people who’ve been so unkind
If looks could kill them I might make myself blind
Startled at the reasons that I just can’t find
Kids break the dishes - they crash on the floor
Parents hate the noise and shove them out the door
Robots and robotics - I remember their thoughts
It gets them all excited - here is what they’ve said
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Say hello to my little friend
The world is getting ugly and we did it again
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
Oh - oh - woah oh - oh - ohhh
The Band Aid only covers the bullet hole
La la la - La la la la la la
Blah blah blah - Blah blah blah blah blah blah-h-h-h
Next: Boogaboo.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
This is about the girl
Birddog - Lighthouse
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She was just a kid and wanted me to play with her
But I said that I was reading
And I said that I was tired
And I said that I had work to do
She handed me a shovel
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She was just a kid that pulled on the beach towel
And she said she had no sisters
And she said she had no brothers
I said she was lucky
She picked up a dead fish
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She sat next to me and built a lump of sand
She said it was a castle
She said that we could live there
I said I had my own house
She said she’d burn it down
And she said she’d burn it down
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She asked me if we could go and get some ice cream
Said I wasn’t hungry
But I gave her a dollar
She wrapped it very tightly
She bounced it off my forehead
And this is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She jumped up to me ‘cause she heard someone hollering
Said it was her mother
And supper’s on the table
She said she hated meatloaf
She left me by myself
She left me by myself
Next: Scarling.
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She was just a kid and wanted me to play with her
But I said that I was reading
And I said that I was tired
And I said that I had work to do
She handed me a shovel
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She was just a kid that pulled on the beach towel
And she said she had no sisters
And she said she had no brothers
I said she was lucky
She picked up a dead fish
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She sat next to me and built a lump of sand
She said it was a castle
She said that we could live there
I said I had my own house
She said she’d burn it down
And she said she’d burn it down
This is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She asked me if we could go and get some ice cream
Said I wasn’t hungry
But I gave her a dollar
She wrapped it very tightly
She bounced it off my forehead
And this is about the girl who lived by the lighthouse
She jumped up to me ‘cause she heard someone hollering
Said it was her mother
And supper’s on the table
She said she hated meatloaf
She left me by myself
She left me by myself
Next: Scarling.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Pop Goes The World
Barcelona - Pop Goes The World
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
The name of the band is the human race
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Jenny played keyboard, Johnny played drums
Called little baby and a big bonhomme
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
It goes something like this
Johnny and Jenny had a crazy dream
See their pictures in a magazine
Every little boy needs a girl
Pop goes the world
Jenny and Johnny getting smart it seems
Made more money on a movie screen
Every little nest needs a bird
Pop goes the world
One two three and four is five
Everybody here is a friend of mine
Whatever happened to the Duke of Earl
Pop goes the world
Six seven eight and nine is ten
Send Al Gunn to see the doctor Ben
Say what planet are we on - the third
Pop goes the world
And every time I wonder where the world went wrong
End up lying on my face going ringy dingy ding dong
And every time I wonder if the world is right
End up in some disco dancing all night
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
The name of the band is the human race
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
Ain’t nobody couldn’t take their place
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Pop goes the world
Pop goes the world
It goes something like this
Next: Birddog.
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
The name of the band is the human race
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Jenny played keyboard, Johnny played drums
Called little baby and a big bonhomme
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
It goes something like this
Johnny and Jenny had a crazy dream
See their pictures in a magazine
Every little boy needs a girl
Pop goes the world
Jenny and Johnny getting smart it seems
Made more money on a movie screen
Every little nest needs a bird
Pop goes the world
One two three and four is five
Everybody here is a friend of mine
Whatever happened to the Duke of Earl
Pop goes the world
Six seven eight and nine is ten
Send Al Gunn to see the doctor Ben
Say what planet are we on - the third
Pop goes the world
And every time I wonder where the world went wrong
End up lying on my face going ringy dingy ding dong
And every time I wonder if the world is right
End up in some disco dancing all night
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
The name of the band is the human race
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Johnny played guitar, Jenny played bass
Ain’t nobody couldn’t take their place
Everybody tell me have you heard
Pop goes the world
Pop goes the world
Pop goes the world
It goes something like this
Next: Birddog.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Walking With The Angels
Entry Level - Walking With The Angels
I wrote this song for you
I never got to say goodbye
I couldn’t say I love you
Now you’ve risen into the light
I could never think of you
As anything but strong and true
You used to sing songs about
Seattle’s skies of blue
Now your laughter and your wise words are what strengthen me
Pain tried to chain you but God released you and set you free
And I know that you’re walking with the angels
Walking with the angels
So I’ll remember and I’ll cherish all those memories
Summers spent down at the park
Trips downtown - fun was never too far
And I know I won’t forget you now
No, forget you now
You’ll live on in my heart
For now and all time surely we’ll meet again
I just can’t say when but I know in the end
Is that I’ll find you walking with the angels
Walking with the angels
Now you’re an angel
Next: Barcelona.
I wrote this song for you
I never got to say goodbye
I couldn’t say I love you
Now you’ve risen into the light
I could never think of you
As anything but strong and true
You used to sing songs about
Seattle’s skies of blue
Now your laughter and your wise words are what strengthen me
Pain tried to chain you but God released you and set you free
And I know that you’re walking with the angels
Walking with the angels
So I’ll remember and I’ll cherish all those memories
Summers spent down at the park
Trips downtown - fun was never too far
And I know I won’t forget you now
No, forget you now
You’ll live on in my heart
For now and all time surely we’ll meet again
I just can’t say when but I know in the end
Is that I’ll find you walking with the angels
Walking with the angels
Now you’re an angel
Next: Barcelona.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Stone In My Shoe
Sybaris - Stone In My Shoe
All of a sudden I just went away from you
It occurred to me one day
There was a feeling there was something left to do
Throughout the years
On my way I met a friend
Telling stories about you
He told me that you were not waiting in the rain
You’d got a lot of things to do
And it’s nonsense to believe
We could steer the course of love
‘Cause love is like November snow
When it comes nobody knows
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
Where I stay and where I go
On the moon or in the sea
In every thought, every deed, every day
I feel your breath in my back
And it’s nonsense to believe
We could steer the course of love
‘Cause love is like November snow
When it comes nobody knows
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
Next: Entry Level.
All of a sudden I just went away from you
It occurred to me one day
There was a feeling there was something left to do
Throughout the years
On my way I met a friend
Telling stories about you
He told me that you were not waiting in the rain
You’d got a lot of things to do
And it’s nonsense to believe
We could steer the course of love
‘Cause love is like November snow
When it comes nobody knows
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
Where I stay and where I go
On the moon or in the sea
In every thought, every deed, every day
I feel your breath in my back
And it’s nonsense to believe
We could steer the course of love
‘Cause love is like November snow
When it comes nobody knows
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
I feel your breath in my back
As if it was a word from you
From my head to my heart
You are the stone in my shoe
Next: Entry Level.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Camera One
The Josh Joplin Group - Camera One
The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never got undressed
And, no, he never made a mess
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
The trophy wife from Palisades
Whose Yearbook beauty never fades
Sits and watches the sea fold in
And wonders what might have been
If she could ever have the chance
Would she do it all again
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
On the corner by his streets
He sits in his lawn chair in the heat
Sightseers see what they want
They’re selling Star-maps to the sun
The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he didn’t get undressed
And, no, he didn’t seem depressed
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
Take a bow
Take a bow
Next: Sybaris.
The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he never got undressed
And, no, he never made a mess
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
The trophy wife from Palisades
Whose Yearbook beauty never fades
Sits and watches the sea fold in
And wonders what might have been
If she could ever have the chance
Would she do it all again
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
On the corner by his streets
He sits in his lawn chair in the heat
Sightseers see what they want
They’re selling Star-maps to the sun
The sandy haired son of Hollywood
Lost his faith in all that’s good
Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock
Hung his clothes on the shower rod
But he didn’t get undressed
And, no, he didn’t seem depressed
It’s funny how life turns out
The odds of faith in the face of doubt
Camera One closes in
The soundtrack starts
The scene begins
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
You’re playing you now
Take a bow
Take a bow
Take a bow
Take a bow
Next: Sybaris.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Old Fashioned Way Of Speaking
TW Walsh - Old Fashioned Way Of Speaking
Old fashioned way of speaking
All the pipes are leaking
If you notice it
This dent is now a crater
It’s not even any later
Than I think it is
A fortune worth repeating
All this cowardice is fleeting
If you fall for it
I saw orange turn to brown
The transformation made a sound
You might have heard it before
If it was permanent
The world would mean a whole lot less
To stay away for it
Takes more steam than I have left
The traitor for a living
Just got tired of the giving
In the Parliament
Enamored with the treason
That’s not any kinda reason
To go through with it
The car is overheating
The written word will lose its meaning
If you fall for it
There are motors in the ground
They make the most amazing sound
You might have heard it before
If it was permanent
The world would mean a whole lot less
To stay away for it
Takes more steam than I have left
Next: Josh Joplin.
Old fashioned way of speaking
All the pipes are leaking
If you notice it
This dent is now a crater
It’s not even any later
Than I think it is
A fortune worth repeating
All this cowardice is fleeting
If you fall for it
I saw orange turn to brown
The transformation made a sound
You might have heard it before
If it was permanent
The world would mean a whole lot less
To stay away for it
Takes more steam than I have left
The traitor for a living
Just got tired of the giving
In the Parliament
Enamored with the treason
That’s not any kinda reason
To go through with it
The car is overheating
The written word will lose its meaning
If you fall for it
There are motors in the ground
They make the most amazing sound
You might have heard it before
If it was permanent
The world would mean a whole lot less
To stay away for it
Takes more steam than I have left
Next: Josh Joplin.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Black Jacket
The Bloodkin - Black Jacket
I need a girl who knows how to wear a black jacket
Wear it with grace and style
I need a girl who wants to ride on the Ferris Wheel
Who knows the carnival behind the carnival
Hey, let’s cut it right down to the bone
If I burn the witch and roll the stone for you
Do you think you might do that, too
Are you coming through
And when the colored lights start flashing loud
I want to look right at a face I know
I wanna say: hey, did you see that one, baby
Are you ready to go home
Yeah, let’s cut it right down to the bone
If I burn the witch and roll the stone for you
Do you think you might do that, too
Are you coming through, yeah
Yes, I need a girl who knows how to wear a black jacket
Walking down the wedding aisle
I need a girl who wants to ride on the Ferris Wheel
Who knows the carnival behind the carnival
Who wears a black jacket, yeah
Here I come, wears it with grace and style
I know, wears it with grace and style
Next: T.W. Walsh.
I need a girl who knows how to wear a black jacket
Wear it with grace and style
I need a girl who wants to ride on the Ferris Wheel
Who knows the carnival behind the carnival
Hey, let’s cut it right down to the bone
If I burn the witch and roll the stone for you
Do you think you might do that, too
Are you coming through
And when the colored lights start flashing loud
I want to look right at a face I know
I wanna say: hey, did you see that one, baby
Are you ready to go home
Yeah, let’s cut it right down to the bone
If I burn the witch and roll the stone for you
Do you think you might do that, too
Are you coming through, yeah
Yes, I need a girl who knows how to wear a black jacket
Walking down the wedding aisle
I need a girl who wants to ride on the Ferris Wheel
Who knows the carnival behind the carnival
Who wears a black jacket, yeah
Here I come, wears it with grace and style
I know, wears it with grace and style
Next: T.W. Walsh.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Me and the Bees
The Softies - Me And The Bees
Take it downstairs
No one here cares
Take it outside
Find some place good to hide
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Go for a ride
The road opens wide
Nobody knows
These trials and woes
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Caught in the wind
Coldest I’ve ever been
Too bad it’s true
I’m still in love with you
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Next: The Bloodkin.
Take it downstairs
No one here cares
Take it outside
Find some place good to hide
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Go for a ride
The road opens wide
Nobody knows
These trials and woes
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Caught in the wind
Coldest I’ve ever been
Too bad it’s true
I’m still in love with you
Now it’s just me and the bees
In a cyclone of falling leaves
Next: The Bloodkin.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Are 'Friends' Electric?
Jessica's Crime - Are Friends Electric?
It’s cold outside and -
And the paint’s peeling off of my walls
There’s a man outside
In a long coat, gray hat, smoking a cigarette
And the light fades out
And I wonder what I’m doing in a room like this
There’s a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you
So, now I’m alone and I can think for myself
About little deals, SU’s and things I just don’t understand
Like a white lie that night or a sly touch at times
I don’t think it meant anything to you
So I open the door
It’s the ‘friend’ that I left in the hallway
“Please sit down”
A candlelit shadow on the wall near the bed
You know I hate to ask
But are friends electric ?
Only mine’s broken down
And now I’ve no one to love
So, I found out your reason for the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts, and I’m lonely and I should never have tried
But I miss you tonight so it’s time to leave
Can’t you see it’s meant everything to me
Next: The Softies.
It’s cold outside and -
And the paint’s peeling off of my walls
There’s a man outside
In a long coat, gray hat, smoking a cigarette
And the light fades out
And I wonder what I’m doing in a room like this
There’s a knock on the door
And just for a second I thought I remembered you
So, now I’m alone and I can think for myself
About little deals, SU’s and things I just don’t understand
Like a white lie that night or a sly touch at times
I don’t think it meant anything to you
So I open the door
It’s the ‘friend’ that I left in the hallway
“Please sit down”
A candlelit shadow on the wall near the bed
You know I hate to ask
But are friends electric ?
Only mine’s broken down
And now I’ve no one to love
So, I found out your reason for the phone calls and smiles
And it hurts, and I’m lonely and I should never have tried
But I miss you tonight so it’s time to leave
Can’t you see it’s meant everything to me
Next: The Softies.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Shutterbug
Arlo - Shutterbug
I hear the click clack click of the camera eye
Bent by the rays of the summer sun
Fall sick and quietly
Drown in the cracks, in the cracks of her windshield
There is a wind that blows through the window
Slip, fall down and bump my little head
But there is no sympathy
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
I hung around with you in your bedroom
Counting all your fingers and your toes
To pose for photographs
Keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers
We fell asleep too tired to remember
All the things we did that afternoon
To make my summer head
Float like a bug on the skin of the water
Shutterbug, I could not wait to get my fingers on you
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Next: Another cover.
I hear the click clack click of the camera eye
Bent by the rays of the summer sun
Fall sick and quietly
Drown in the cracks, in the cracks of her windshield
There is a wind that blows through the window
Slip, fall down and bump my little head
But there is no sympathy
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
I hung around with you in your bedroom
Counting all your fingers and your toes
To pose for photographs
Keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers
We fell asleep too tired to remember
All the things we did that afternoon
To make my summer head
Float like a bug on the skin of the water
Shutterbug, I could not wait to get my fingers on you
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Next: Another cover.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tech Romance
Her Space Holiday - Tech Romance
I’m sick of seeing you cry
And wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough
To make you feel loved
To make you feel safe
I would drop my life to take his place
To show you just how good
Being touched could be
Commit these words to memory
For when you find yourself
Pinned in his demands
I am still an option that you have
So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse
And pull me out when things are at their worst
You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced
We’ll have that movie kiss we talked about
Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score
Our ears will ring from all the strings
We’ll let the screen go black
And watch the credits run
And see the names of everyone
Who we ever met
And who we ever missed
Each one had a role in this
It’s just another film that won’t get made
I’m sick of seeing you cry
Next: Arlo.
I’m sick of seeing you cry
And wasting all your time
On someone who will never care enough
To make you feel loved
To make you feel safe
I would drop my life to take his place
To show you just how good
Being touched could be
Commit these words to memory
For when you find yourself
Pinned in his demands
I am still an option that you have
So carry me around
Like a picture in your purse
And pull me out when things are at their worst
You can show up at my house
Completely unannounced
We’ll have that movie kiss we talked about
Where there are no words
Just a soft and gentle score
Our ears will ring from all the strings
We’ll let the screen go black
And watch the credits run
And see the names of everyone
Who we ever met
And who we ever missed
Each one had a role in this
It’s just another film that won’t get made
I’m sick of seeing you cry
Next: Arlo.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Displaced
Azure Ray - Displaced
It’s just a simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just hold on tonight
I know that nothing - nothing survives
Nothing survives
I think I’m turned around
I’m looking up, not looking down
And when I’m standing still
Watching you run - watching you fall
Fall into me
Am I making something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
And she’s my friend of all friends
She’s still here when everyone’s gone
She doesn’t have to say a thing
We’ll just keep laughing all night long
All night long
Am I making something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
It’s just a simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just hold on tonight
I know that no one - no one survives
No one survives
Next: Her Space Holiday.
It’s just a simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just hold on tonight
I know that nothing - nothing survives
Nothing survives
I think I’m turned around
I’m looking up, not looking down
And when I’m standing still
Watching you run - watching you fall
Fall into me
Am I making something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
And she’s my friend of all friends
She’s still here when everyone’s gone
She doesn’t have to say a thing
We’ll just keep laughing all night long
All night long
Am I making something worthwhile out of this place
Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase
I am displaced
I am displaced
It’s just a simple line
I can still hear it all of the time
If I can just hold on tonight
I know that no one - no one survives
No one survives
Next: Her Space Holiday.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Feet First
Track Star - Feet First
Here comes the hardest part
But I don’t need you I can break my own heart
And I know to expect the worst
So when it falls apart I’m gonna land on my feet first
There goes your only friend
If it don’t work out you can always start again
But you know to expect the worst
So if it don’t work out you’re gonna land on your feet first
And so we’re strangers again after all we’ve been through
As only strangers would act the way I act with you
After all that I’ve tried to forget that I’ve said
It’s all the strangers in my life that make me regret
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
Next: Displaced.
Here comes the hardest part
But I don’t need you I can break my own heart
And I know to expect the worst
So when it falls apart I’m gonna land on my feet first
There goes your only friend
If it don’t work out you can always start again
But you know to expect the worst
So if it don’t work out you’re gonna land on your feet first
And so we’re strangers again after all we’ve been through
As only strangers would act the way I act with you
After all that I’ve tried to forget that I’ve said
It’s all the strangers in my life that make me regret
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
I don’t wanna fight ‘cause I know what’s right
You don’t have to drown in an ocean to die
Next: Displaced.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Blackout Curtain
Now It's Overhead - Blackout Curtain
Black out curtain stop the sun from melting sleep
Wake up in the dark and don’t know what time it is
Lay bodies down beside where dark reveals a truth
Through dreams of a brighter room where a sun can live
A gentle, softer sun to fade us into co-
-herence and to start a day born without regret
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Black out curtain drop. Lie there on the floor
Don’t block out our stars again, we must wish on them
A nearly falling first one projecting through
Our rooms and then shooting big as we place our dreams on it
But when barren empty night bears harsher day sunlight
We can’t see in arms the hope we could hold in them
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Next: Track Star.
Black out curtain stop the sun from melting sleep
Wake up in the dark and don’t know what time it is
Lay bodies down beside where dark reveals a truth
Through dreams of a brighter room where a sun can live
A gentle, softer sun to fade us into co-
-herence and to start a day born without regret
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Black out curtain drop. Lie there on the floor
Don’t block out our stars again, we must wish on them
A nearly falling first one projecting through
Our rooms and then shooting big as we place our dreams on it
But when barren empty night bears harsher day sunlight
We can’t see in arms the hope we could hold in them
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here and I will never go away
Don’t ever go away from here
Next: Track Star.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
One That Got Away
Anomoanon - One That Got Away
Baby, I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do it hurts me to
Think of how you eluded me
You uprooted me and left me to burn
Like the scent of a thousand cooking fires
In a sweet suburban lane
You belonged to me and I knew you
And the wind took you away
You weren’t really mine
Were you even there at all
I was bound to call you
A thousand times
Before you slipped into that heaven
That I dreamed of on my way
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
(heaven that I dreamed of on my way)
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
(heaven that I dreamed of on my way)
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
Next: Overhead.
Baby, I don’t think about you all the time
But when I do it hurts me to
Think of how you eluded me
You uprooted me and left me to burn
Like the scent of a thousand cooking fires
In a sweet suburban lane
You belonged to me and I knew you
And the wind took you away
You weren’t really mine
Were you even there at all
I was bound to call you
A thousand times
Before you slipped into that heaven
That I dreamed of on my way
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
(heaven that I dreamed of on my way)
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
(heaven that I dreamed of on my way)
Heaven that I dreamed of on my way
Next: Overhead.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
A new drink
Crooked Fingers - New Drink For The Old Drunk
Would you try, could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
It’s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
Well, you walked into town without making a sound
And you slipped as you slammed your face into the crowd
As you tried to forget all the words that were said
To deny all the things that you keep in your head
When you came you were new but today you’re much older
You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
And it echoed through town they were beating you down
And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt
All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
Hours pass by half forgotten
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
‘Til we hear someone mumble
Could you spare from the tumbler
A new drink for the old drunk
Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
Without light, without grace, where you wait for the slaughter
Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
All the doom in this pitiful room you create
Hours pass by half forgotten
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
‘Til we hear someone mumble
Could you spare from the tumbler
A new drink for the old drunk
Next: Anomoanon.
Would you try, could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
It’s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
Well, you walked into town without making a sound
And you slipped as you slammed your face into the crowd
As you tried to forget all the words that were said
To deny all the things that you keep in your head
When you came you were new but today you’re much older
You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
And it echoed through town they were beating you down
And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt
All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
Hours pass by half forgotten
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
‘Til we hear someone mumble
Could you spare from the tumbler
A new drink for the old drunk
Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
Without light, without grace, where you wait for the slaughter
Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
All the doom in this pitiful room you create
Hours pass by half forgotten
Night turns black ‘cause it’s rotten
And we slide right to the bottom
Our tongues made out of cotton
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
‘Til we hear someone mumble
Could you spare from the tumbler
A new drink for the old drunk
Next: Anomoanon.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Faces and beer
The Capitol Years - Faces And Beer
I’m gonna go
Where the wheels turn slow
Drive you home
Drive home alone
Somehow you missed
The train when it came
The roads were too slick
My words too plain
Go home
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
The day will come back
I wanna know
Don’t make me guess
Nervous reports
Were reaching your friends
Faces and beer
Unfold on the bar
Three singers appeared
The room was cleared
On the floor
Three dead microphones
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back
Lies were told
Dimes thrown
Lines were blown
Crowds were formed
A chorus of whores
Danced by the doors
Where you stood alone
A crowd of your own
Solo
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back
Next: Crooked Fingers.
I’m gonna go
Where the wheels turn slow
Drive you home
Drive home alone
Somehow you missed
The train when it came
The roads were too slick
My words too plain
Go home
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
The day will come back
I wanna know
Don’t make me guess
Nervous reports
Were reaching your friends
Faces and beer
Unfold on the bar
Three singers appeared
The room was cleared
On the floor
Three dead microphones
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back
Lies were told
Dimes thrown
Lines were blown
Crowds were formed
A chorus of whores
Danced by the doors
Where you stood alone
A crowd of your own
Solo
Please yourself
Don’t be sad
Tomorrow, come back
Next: Crooked Fingers.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Mojave 3
Mojave 3 - In Love With A View
I had a plan
That was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters
At home with your sisters
The romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall
So happy to fall
I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
That’s how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear
So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I’m a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren’t impressed
You said why are we here
Your motives are clear
In this room with a view
And so much of you
Is so far from here
It’s so far from here
It’s so far from here
It’s so far from here
Oh my heart
It just fell apart
And I wished I could show you
The same view
Of you by the window and me
Feeling fine
And me just feeling fine
Yeah me just feeling fine
Next: Faces and beer.
I had a plan
That was built on thinking too long
Canadian winters
At home with your sisters
The romance was hard to ignore
You were beautiful
I was happy to fall
So happy to fall
I remember you searching
I thought you were searching
That’s how I picked up the phone
Happy to hear you remembered the view
So glad to assume it was fate
I thought at the time it was clear
I thought at the time it was clear
So I stood at the station
With a plan and a pocket of poems
Heroically tragic
Bearded and blind with obsession
I’m a car without hope
Too close to the ditch to go far
I showed you my field
I said this is my field
But you weren’t impressed
You said why are we here
Your motives are clear
In this room with a view
And so much of you
Is so far from here
It’s so far from here
It’s so far from here
It’s so far from here
Oh my heart
It just fell apart
And I wished I could show you
The same view
Of you by the window and me
Feeling fine
And me just feeling fine
Yeah me just feeling fine
Next: Faces and beer.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Jorge Regula
The Moldy Peaches - Jorge Regula
My name is Jorge Regula
My name is Jorge Regula
I’m walking down the street
I’m walking down the street
I love you
I love you
Let’s go to the beach
Let’s go sailing
Let’s go sailing
Let’s get a bite to eat
Let’s get a bite to eat
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s go to sleep
I wake up in the morning
I wake up in the morning
Put on my yellow shirt
Put on my yellow shirt
I get a bite to eat
I get a bite to eat
I go to work
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
I’m the AV guy
I’m the AV guy
I’m the AFNY guy
I’m the AFNY guy
I’m the piano guy
I’m the piano guy
Let’s go to sleep
I wrote a new song
I wrote a new song
It has a good beat
It has a good beat
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s get a bite to eat
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
My name is Jorge Regula
My name is Jorge Regula
I’m walking down the street
I’m walking down the street
I love you
I love you
Let’s go to sleep
Let’s go to sleep
Next: What a view.
My name is Jorge Regula
My name is Jorge Regula
I’m walking down the street
I’m walking down the street
I love you
I love you
Let’s go to the beach
Let’s go sailing
Let’s go sailing
Let’s get a bite to eat
Let’s get a bite to eat
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s go to sleep
I wake up in the morning
I wake up in the morning
Put on my yellow shirt
Put on my yellow shirt
I get a bite to eat
I get a bite to eat
I go to work
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
I’m the AV guy
I’m the AV guy
I’m the AFNY guy
I’m the AFNY guy
I’m the piano guy
I’m the piano guy
Let’s go to sleep
I wrote a new song
I wrote a new song
It has a good beat
It has a good beat
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s talk about movies
Let’s get a bite to eat
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do
My name is Jorge Regula
My name is Jorge Regula
I’m walking down the street
I’m walking down the street
I love you
I love you
Let’s go to sleep
Let’s go to sleep
Next: What a view.
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