Tuesday, March 3, 2009

moving

just an FYI i am in the process of moving the song blog to my own website. that's why i haven't done any updates.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Oh Lonesome Me - M. Ward

Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set me free
Oh, lonesome me

A bad mistake I'm making by just hanging around
I know that I should have some fun and paint the town
A love-sick fool, it's blinding, just can't see
Oh, lonesome me

Well, I'll bet she's not like me, she's out and fancy free
Flirtin' with the boys with all her charms
Oh, but I still love her so and brother don't you know
Well, I'd welcome her right back here in my arms

There must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh, lonesome me

Well, I'll bet she's not like me, she's out and fancy free
Flirtin' with the boys with all her charms
Oh, but I still love her so and brother, don't you know
Well, I'd welcome her right back here in my arms

There must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I've thought of everything from A to Z
Oh, lonesome me, oh, lonesome me, oh, lonesome me

Monday, February 23, 2009

a little clarification

it has been brought to my attention that the intent of my songs could be misconstrued so i just want to make it clear - the song i choose for each day is not based on anyone but myself. they aren't directed at anyone but myself.

so from here on out everyone should be clear - my songs are only about what i listened to that day and what i liked.

Train Song - Ben Gibbard & Fiest

one organization that i wholeheartedly support is the Red Hot organization - Red Hot is dedicated to fighting AIDS through pop culture - last week they released their newest album Dark Was The Night will it’s comprised of 31 exclusive tracks and is available as a double cd/triple vinyl/download and will benefit Red Hot and their efforts in fighting AIDS and raising awareness.

todays song is from their new album - i highly recommend you buy this - and i will not be making any copies of any songs on this one


Travelling north, travelling north to find you
Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
Call out your name love, don’t be surprised

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now, I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be long

What will I do if there’s someone with you
Maybe someone you’ve always known
How do I know I can come and give to you
Love with no warning and find you alone

It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now, I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles and it won’t be long

Friday, February 20, 2009

Sad, Sad Song - M. Ward

Oh, I went to the Doctor
I said "Doctor, please, what do you do when your true love leaves?"
He said "The hardest thing in the world to do
Is to find somebody believes in you

Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad sad song
Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song..."

And so I went to the whippoorwill
I said "whippoorwill, please, what do you do when your true love leaves?"
He said "I only have but one trick up my sleeve
I sing it over and over till she comes back to me

I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad sad song
I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song..."

And so I went to the whale
I said "killer whale, please, what do you do when your true love leaves?"
He said "I only have but one trick up my sleeve
I sing it over and over till she comes back to me

I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad sad song
I make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song..."

Oh, I went to my mama
I said "mama, please, what do you do when your true love leaves?"
She said "the hardest thing in the world to do
is to find somebody believes in you,"

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Artsy - The Grouch (Living Legends)

You ain’t artsier than me…
Cuz you got sideburns and a vintage Tee

i said You ain’t artsier than me…
Cuz you pluck a guitar.. that ain’t f-ckin bizarre

You ain’t artsier than me…
Cuz you live in Los Felis, bitch you ain’t jesus

You ain’t artsier than me…
I got a colorful vocab… watch the low jab.

So what you’re a vegan?
It shows in your presence you be geekin’
and you be seeking the same life
speakin the game like the enemy

hang tight

I got a tail about 6 foot 1 by infinity
full of sun, rain and potential energy
all you saw were the K-swiss,
clean crisp creased jeans means this.

So you thought in ———– ?
thought-tipper, unzip the zipper
no I don’t wear hemp or drink liquor
and that don’t make me the man, just a little bit sicker

Spit-kicker with an eye fom the big dipper
from an island clip emerges a loud whisper
and I’m proud of this. it’s my art
You’re doin yoga just to look the part

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you chop up breaks and you dig in the crates

You ain’t artsier than me…
You’re just a trendy lesbian.. dreadlocked thespian

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you make weed brownies and knit wool hats

You ain’t artsier than me…
you pseduo-elitst old-school sap

Don’t let an 808 scare ya
shake stripes off your shirt and clear the whole area
I’m humanoid too
and if you’re cool with me then I’ll look past avoiding you
…instead of through
I’m down with VWs and flossed-out caddys on 22s too.

I Bang for good fools
I kill for nothin
I bill for something
family and peace

hand me the piece I’ll hit it… i’m social
hear my opinion. I’m proud. I’m vocal
local in a foreign place
more digital than dusty but trust me I be tourin space.

you be whorin’ at a comfortable pace
you be skippin a chore just to jump in the race
I be bumpin my bass like you collect comics
I’m not weird. I’m honest

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you only read books, don’t watch tv.

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you shop at whole foods in open-toed shoes

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you speak real soft and drink chai tea

You ain’t artsier than me…
I recycle too… I’m kinda like you

I just look cleaner. grown demeanor
wear deoderant… registered voter and
tree hugger too… not in these clothes
me lovin you but it’s gotta be both ways

most days I’m earthy, stay grounded…
often it’s a paper chase.. I’m well rounded
straight to face
it’s all boundless
i’ll make a sound universally dope

overcome adversity
reshape the worst of me
do it for the love and release it commercially
like a blockbuster started at sundance
you can’t stop man you only get one chance

presentation is key
hesitation ain’t me
innovation is my A R T
dedication is free
occupation is me
innovation is my A R T

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you drive a hybrid and carpool with three

You ain’t artsier than me…
cuz you a sixteenth mexican, you ain’t ethnic and

You ain’t artsier than me…
you’re just a broke-ass poet with the same old cadence

You ain’t artsier than me…
we was conscious first… welcome to earth

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Pink Bullets - The Shins

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days were long.

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.

Since then it's been a book you read in reverse
So you understand less as the pages turn
Or a movie so crass
And awkardly cast
That even I could be the star.

I don't look back as much as a rule
And all this way before murder was cool
But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay
Warm light on a winter day.

Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have been short but the days go slowly by
Two loose kites falling from the sky
Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Ashes and Wine - A Fine Frenzy

Listen here

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
I'll drown in my tears
Don't they see?
That which show you that which make you hurt like me

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's such a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's spinning surface on a wheel
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Cut it out
I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may chance your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

I'll tear myself away
That is what you need
There is nothing left to say
But

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
The day's still ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

Monday, February 16, 2009

I Don't Wanna Throw Up - Kids Songs

(sung to the "Toys 'R' Us" commercial tune)

I don't want to throw up, I just feel like I do;
I ate so much terrific stuff, today at the zoo.

I don't want to throw up, but my tum's kinda sick,
From carmel corn and peanut chews, and corn-dogs on a stick,...

And ice cream, soda, and chocolate bars,
And cotton candy, pink and blue;

I don't want to throw up, 'cause, "golly", if I do,
We won't be goin' back to the zoo!

Oh, drat! Oh! ... SPLAT! ... Oh, phoo!
I guess I over-ate at the zoo.

Friday, February 13, 2009

These Days - Tyler Ramsey

so i was watching the Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice crossover event last night and was delighted to hear Tyler Ramsey at some point in the episode - it reminded me of his cover of These Days from the great Jackson Browne. for the record Mates of State also do an amazing cover - as does Nico from the Royal T's soundtrack.




Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days--
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover
It's so hard to risk another these days
These days--
[These Days lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing so long

I'll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days--
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Bendable Poseable - Hot Chip

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Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable

There are holes in what we do
There is a hole between me and you
There is an error within our phrase
Then it takes and not erased

Watch what you say
I will not bending every way
My back bone is grey stone
A soft foam or yellow clay

Watch what you say
As time ticks away
Tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Time delay
Bend away

I know, I know, I know, I know...
I know, I know, I know, I know...
I know, I know, I know, I know...
I know, I know, I know, I know...

There's the rubber
The square rubber ring
If you are new,
Then dance your way in
It's time to leave
Your weapon behind
Broken weapons are all we find

My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
My hands, in my hands, in my hands, in my hands
They don't make magic mule everyday
They don't make magic mule everyday

I wanna knee slide up and down
I wanna knee slide up and down
You're gonna see my, see my thought
See my brilliant thought
'Til my jeans don't work no more
My jeans don't work no more
I'm all on the floor, all on the floor

I wanna knee slide up and down
I wanna knee slide up and down
You're gonna see my, see my thought
See my brilliant thought
'Til my jeans don't work no more
My jeans don't work no more
I'm all on the floor, all on the floor

Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable

Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable
Bendable, poseable

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Les Champs-Élysées - Joe Dassin

Je m'baladais sur l'avenue
Le coeur ouvert à l'inconnu
J'avais envie de dire bonjour
À n'importe qui
N'importe qui ce fut toi
Je t'ai dit n'importe quoi
Il suffisait de te parler
Pour t'apprivoiser

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées

Tu m'as dit "J'ai rendez-vous
Dans un sous-sol avec des fous
Qui vivent la guitare à la main
Du soir au matin"
Alors je t'ai accompagnée
On a chanté, on a dansé
Et l'on n'a même pas pensé
À s'embrasser

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées

Hier soir deux inconnus
Et ce matin sur l'avenue
Deux amoureux tout étourdis
Par la longue nuit
Et de l'Étoile à la Concorde
Un orchestre à mille cordes
Tous les oiseaux du point du jour
Chantent l'amour

Aux Champs-Élysées
Aux Champs-Élysées
Au soleil, sous la pluie
À midi ou à minuit
Il y a tout ce que vous voulez
Aux Champs-Élysées

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Meet Me By The Water - Saturday Looks Good To Me

it's a little early for todays song - but it's 4am and i am wide awake ad i just stumbled upon this song


meet me by the water underneath the big beehive
bring your record player and your Raincoats 45s
we can dance
together as the river rushes by
to wash away the cities that somebody else designed

dance with me beneath the circuitry
stay awake until daybreak calls us back to our rooms
and morning always comes too soon



download and listen to it here

Monday, February 9, 2009

I Go To The Barn Because I Like The - Band of Horses

today i give you one of the most beautiful songs ever written and recorded





Well i'd like to think i'm the mess you'd wear with pride.
like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight.
maybe i'll tell you sometime.

time.sometime.

and you were right.

right.

you were right
outside by your doorstep
in a worn out suit and tie
i'll wait
for you to come down
where you'll find me
where we'll shine

oh

Friday, February 6, 2009

At Least That's What You Said - Wilco

When I sat down on the bed next to you
You started to cry
I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me
To come back home
Or maybe all you mean, is leave me alone
At least that's what you said

You're irresistible when you get mad
Isn't it sad, I'm immune
I thought it was cute
For you to kiss
My purple black eye
Even though I caught it from you
I still think we're serious
At least that's what you said

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Lion In A Coma - Animal Collective

when all this mess will ever get away
away they part from Chinatown
weaving in and out of line
sidewalk's full of merchandise
my nervous tick has capped a lip
my cheeks are chewed down to the bit
upon the roof is stealing at
the hustling crowds still reach down
i go up there and light a leaf
and wish our turn was next now
a (?) and some of us
that's back inside a haunted house
i packed my bags and filled em with (?)
(?)

this wilderness up in my head,
this wilderness that's up in my head,
this wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.

is there no reason it can be
the way it was musically
my three best friends so casually
just letting go so joyfully
and if i let my (?)
and if i let my spirit (?)
I'll always be happy or down
is it just trying to divide?
it makes me think my dearest things
are not what they're supposed to be.
i trick myself when it gets hard
i've got to keep up, oh my god
and hope that i will not be wrong
and keep my faith in sound and song
and we'll make up (?)
which reminds me not to leave them back inside

this wilderness up in my head,
this wilderness that's up in my head,
this wilderness needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.

lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do

sometimes the sun will shine, yes i am just feelin' fine.
sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
sometimes i'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
sometimes i don't agree with my thoughts on being free

please don't leave me
things that feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good

sometimes the sun will shine, yes i am just feelin' fine.
sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
sometimes i'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
sometimes i don't agree with my thoughts on being free.

please don't leave me
things that feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good.

lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to smell the fine aroma,
lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to run again at home
a lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to use his aching bones
a lion in a coma, lion in a coma.
don't keep a lion in a coma.

lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to smell the fine aroma,
lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to use his aching bones
a lion in a coma, lion in a coma
who wants to run again at home
a lion in a coma, lion in a coma.
don't keep a lion in a coma.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

No You Girls - Franz Ferdinand

Oh, kiss me
Flick your cigarette, then kiss me
Kiss me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your mind won't kiss me

Flick your eyes and mine and then hit me
Hit me with your eyes so sweetly
Oh, you know you know you know that yes I love
I mean I'd love to get to know you

Do you never wonder?
No, no no no

You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy

Oh, kiss me
Flick your cigarette, then kiss me
Kiss me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your eye won't lick me
Flick your mind and mine so briefly
Oh you know, you know you're so sweetly
Oh you know, you know that I know that I love you
I mean I, I mean I need to love

Do you never wonder?
No, no no no

You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
You girls never know
Oh no, you girls'll never know
No you girls never know
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy feel
How you make a boy

Sometimes I say stupid things
That I think
Well, I mean I
Sometimes I think the stupidest things
Because I never wonder
Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels

No you boys never care
Oh no you boys'll never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels
No you boys never care
You dirty boys'll never care
No you boys never care
How the girl feels

Oh how the girl feels
Oh how the girl feels

Monday, February 2, 2009

Wrestlers - Hot Chip

It's me versus you alone
It's me versus you alone
It's me versus you alone
It's me versus you alone
It's me versus you alone

We'll tag team, double up
Hit you in the sweet spot
And make you wish you'd coughed up

The gloves are off
The gloves are off
It's me, [Incomprehensible] messing round
Taking us a man down

While you've got us on the ropes
We've planned to play the mess around
He's technically trained
You've got him buckled up and he will misbehave

You weigh bigger than a train
But I've got the power and the glory
In my dirty brains

The gloves are off
The gloves are off
So why'd you go and have to fight dirty?
Don't fight dirty, don't hit me with the chair

The gloves are off
So why'd you go and have to fight dirty?
Don't fight dirty, don't bite me in the face
The gloves are off

Now what you gonna do when I come for you
With all that I've got?
I've got a roll of coins, I'm aiming for your loins
And I will never stop

I learned all I know from watching the wrestling
I think you think I'm about to throw the towel in

Here comes Floor Jack
Watch your back, watch your back
He'll charm you with a double-axe
And then he brings the tie attacks
He's not dressed for a cage
He's robed in garments strictly for another age

Here we come, drop kick
Half nelson, full nelson
Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson

Body slam, suplex, headlock, summer-slam, elbow drop
Jelly-flop, cage match, grudge match, snamsno, snamsniey
Alfieley, alscgoboi, nelsonmas allday, skeluas

It's me versus me, versus me, versus me
Versus me, versus me, versus me, versus me, versus me
I learned all I know from watching the wrestling
I think you think I'm about to throw the towel in
Everyone knows Monday night means wrestling

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Taste - Animal Collective

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste buds?

My friend and me were having laughs
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said "I like their clothes and their charming ways,
But what I really want is a simple place,
With no fashion clothes 'cause you can eat those"

Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes you showed to me,
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness,
And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games,
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again.

She's too good to share our favorite things,
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in.
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face.
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste.
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours.

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

Yo, vip, lets kick it!

Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
All right stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop? yo -- I dont know
Turn off the lights and Ill glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, bum rush the speaker that booms
Im killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bulls eye, the kid dont play
If there was a problem, yo, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the vegas are pumpin
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Im cooking mcs like a pound of bacon
Burning them if theyre not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
Im on a roll and its time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby, waving just to say hi
Did you stop? no -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and Im heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo -- so I continued to a1a beachfront ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving lamborghinis
Jealous cause Im out geting mine
Shay with a gauge and vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because theyre so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine -- all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenues packed
Im trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, you, Ill solve it
Check out the hook while my dj revolves it

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Take heed, cause Im a lyrical poet
Miamis on the scene just in case you didnt know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
cause my styles like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast, other djs say, damn
If my rhyme was a drug, Id sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when its time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem, yo -- Ill solve it!
Check out the hook while deshay revolves it.

Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla
Ice ice baby vanilla, ice ice baby vanilla

Yo man -- lets get out of here! word to your mother!

Ice ice baby too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold
Ice ice baby too cold too cold, ice ice baby too cold too cold

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Black Thumbnail - King of Leon

My cold, cold sailor heart says get on your way
I ain't to proud to say but thats how I'm made.
I'll be that person 'til my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I can't change.

From runways to the road, I ramble alone
This thumbnail sized of a heart is black as coal
Your beauty, it still brings me to my knees
Don't waste a tear on me, this is my disease

Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm picking up speed
Don't need no slow man

Those preppy boys in blue
They're making fun of us
So we take it to the streets
Cause we want to be first
But we're not here to make your children bleed
We're here to come around with the tumble weed

Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm picking up speed
Don't need no slow man
Now guitar, go get her!

Don't take these boots off me when you're thinking I'm dead
I'll still be running from the demon in my head
I'll be that person 'til my dying day
I try so awful hard, but I can't change

Don't need no slow man
Don't need no slow man
I know I'm picking up speed
Don't need no slow man
Don't need no...

Monday, January 26, 2009

What Would Jay-Z Do? - Ben Lee

I want to look sharp
Be strong, refuse when I know it's wrong.
I want you to know my name
I want the hottest chick in the game
I want a big heart
And I want a big car
I want to be a self-made man
I want to know the things that he understands

What does he do when he's lost and confused?
What would Jay-Z do?
When i'm feeling blue
What would Jay-Z do?

I want to pay my dues,
A better life I want to choose
I want to seize the day,
Vacation in Saint-Tropez
I want to grow through the pain
I want to change the game
But it's times like these when life brings me to my knees

What does he do when it's hard to get through?
What would Jay-Z do?
I'm talking to you
What would Jay-Z do?

Cause you are you
And I am not
So come on, show me what you got
You are you
And I am not
So come on, show me what you got

What would Jay-Z do?
What would Jay-Z do?
What would Jay-Z do?
I'm talking to you
What would Jay-Z do?

Friday, January 23, 2009

Get Better - Mates of State

Forget all your politics for a while.
Let the color schemes arrive.
Come onboard, it's a curious sight.
Absorbing sound that's never been right.
Never ahead of, never behind it.
Occasionally guarded, just keeps us surrounded.
It's luck.

Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better.
Ahhh.

I propose a less serious boat.
But don't mistake it for a party of jokes, who are never ahead of, never behind us.
Floating in circles there's more to remind them of less.

Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better.
Done. I'm done. I'm done

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Cape Canaveral - Conor Oberst

Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
I saw your legends lined up
And I never felt more natural
Apart, I just came apart

Please, please, please sister Socrates
You always answer with a question
Show some kindness to a petty thief
Forgive, you did forgive

Watch the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
You've been a father to me
In 1960's speak
In the comatose joy that we're on TV
While the mountain's side was shining
Wild colors of my destiny

I watched your face age backwards
Changing shape in my memory
You told me victory's sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
Can you deliver me from evil
Make me honest make me wedding cake
Atone, I will atone

Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space
All that flying saucer terror
Made me lazy drinking lemonade
A waste, it just went to waste

Like the Freon cold out the hotel door
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
You've been a daughter to me
Your buried shoe-box grief
I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat
While the waterfall was pouring
Crazy symbols of my destiny

I watched your face die backwards
Little baby in my memory
You told me victory's sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

And you don't judge me
That's not your style
But I won't see you for a little while
And there's no worries
Whose got time
All these changes are going to fill your mind

Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
It's been a nightmare to me
Some 1980's grief
Gives me parachute dreams
Like old war movies
While the universe was drawn
Perfect circles form infinity

I watched the stars get smaller
Tiny diamonds in my memory
I know that victory is sweet
Even deep in the cheap seats

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Sleepyhead - Passion Pit

And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going


And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead


They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
(They'll try to rely in?) for all their might and all their thirst
They (draw?) in your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes then go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

No One's Going to Love You - Band of Horses

It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was

But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do

And anything to make you smile
It is a better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one

But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do

But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.

Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way

And no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do

But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard

Monday, January 19, 2009

Random Rules - Silver Jews

In 1984 I was hospitalized for approaching perfection.
Slowly screwing my way across Europe, they had to make a correction.
Broken and smokin' where the infrared deer plunge in the digital snake.
I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake.

I know you like to line dance, everything so democratic and cool,
But baby there's no guidance when random rules.

I know that a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room walls.
Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers and walked down all the wrong halls.
But nothing can change the fact that we used to share a bed
and that's why it scared me so when you turned to me and said:

"Yeah, you look like someone
Yeah you look like someone who up and left me low.
Boy, you look like somene I used to know."

I asked the painter why the roads are colored black.
He said, "Steve, it's because people leave
and no highway will bring them back."
So if you don't want me I promise not to linger,
But before I go I've gotta ask you, dear, about the tan line on your ring finger.

No one should have two lives,
now you know my middle names are wrong and right.
Honey we've got two lives to give tonight.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Tree Hugger - Antsy Pants & Kimya Dawson

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.

Et le chacalot a dit:
"Je voudrais être un yéti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m'envoler loin d'ici"
Mais le yéti a dit:
"Je veux être un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir sauter dans la mer
De tous les requins"


And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."

The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.

And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.

And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort

Thursday, January 15, 2009

I Gotta Move - Ben Kweller

I gotta move,
While the streets ahead are sunny
Fall in love with some honey.
Oohh mama, I gotta move.

I just can't sit still,
In this small town,
There's nothin more here I hit the ceiling,
So in the morning I'll hit the highway.
Ooohh, I just can't stay

I gotta move,
While the streets ahead are sunny
Fall in love with some honey.
Oohh mama, I gotta move.

Its time I broke out into the open,
You know I'll settle down again some day,
I need some new land, and form a rock band.
Oohh, I just can't stay.

I gotta move,
While the streets ahead are sunny,
Fall in love with some honey.
Oohh mama, I gotta move.

And when you wake up and I'm not around you,
My eyes will be racing into the sun, I run, yeah I run,
And all the people start to bring me down yeah,
I need new atmosphere to pick me up,
Roxxane, understand?, yeah,yeah,yeah,
Oohh, I'm on my way.

I gotta move,
While the streets ahead are sunny,
Fall in love with some honey.
Oohh mama, I gotta move.

Whoa, I gotta move,
While my futures bright ans sunny,
Make some noise and make some money,
Oohh mama, I gotta move.

Whoa, I gotta move,
Whoa, I gotta move,
Whoa, I gotta move,
Oohh mama,
I gotta move

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

No Surprises - Radiohead

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

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silence, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache,

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

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

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

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Black Tables - Other Lives

When the whites of your eyes come through
You'll see something new
With your body and mine raised up
It's good to see you back home

When the life in your eyes wants black
Things return
You've come back
With your body and mine raised up
It's good to see you once more

Turn black tables
And your turning black tables
And your making your head blur
Making your head blur
And your turning black tables
And your turning black tables
And your making your head blur
Making your head blur

Monday, January 12, 2009

Split Needles - The Shins

I've done myself an impossible crime,
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside.
And if it's far enough in sight and rhyme,
I get to wear another dress and count in time.

Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
Of forgiving my
Polymorphing opinion here
On your vague outline.

Find myself another burning gate,
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate,
And this is get what you get for pulling pins,
Another of the hole inside the hole you're in.

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike.
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...
On a rolling mind.

They'll want you to decide
Eventually, it happens-
Some gather on one side,
With all their pearlys snapping,
They close the basement door,
That sets our teeth to chatter,
You never saw it before,
But now that hardly matters.

You're old enough, boy,
Too many summers you've enjoyed.
So spin the wheel,
We'll set you up with some odd convictions,
Because you're finally golden, boy

It's like I'm perched on the handle bars
Of a blind man's bike.
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind...
On a rolling mind.

Friday, January 9, 2009

You Don't Understand Me lyrics - The Raconteurs

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me
Why don't you turn it around
It might be easier to please me

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true

Why do you think that you are doing
But who is the fool, the fool or the fool
that you are fooling.
And maybe I just don't see the reason
But in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason.

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you.
If nothing is true

You think you know how I feel
Its not that big of a deal
There's no such thing its not real
Oh-Oh

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right
You might comprehend me
And I don't claim to understand you
But I've been looking around
And I haven't found, anybody like you

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me
And I know you
If nothing is true

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Ashes to Wine - A Fine Frenzy

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
I'll drown in my tears
Don't they see?
That which show you, that which make you hurt like me

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's such a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's spinning surface on a wheel
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Cut it out
I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may chance your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?

I'll tear myself away
That is what you need
There is nothing left to say
But

Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
The day's still ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Little Bird - Goldfrapp

She's like a little bird
She flies from a to b
To see what she can see
She's far away from me
We danced on the moon
We danced by the sea
That land of blue gold
Is where we were free

July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly
Where we were free
Where we were free

The shiny blackest crow
Flew in to say hello
Though much to her surprise
He had two miles for eyes
She understood his words
That crow was very pleased
He gave to her his wings
And now she is free

July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly
Now we are free
Now we are free

July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly
July-ly-ly

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

J'aime Vous Voir Quitter - Islands

You said you had my back
But I was attacked by a pack of dogs frothing at the mouth
Stabbed in the face
Glass in my guts
Crash! Passed in the passenger's side you were drunk
And falling, falling, falling down
You were falling, falling down

J'aime j'aime j'aime, partez vous?
Such a shame shame shame, shame on you
J'aime j'aime j'aime, partez vous?
But can I blame, blame, blame
Blame you?

You cut your feet on the glass
In the grass
Shards got stuck in the past
When the footprints you left didn't last
I threw you a bone
But you bit one of my own
I'm gonna do it without it
It's appalling.
Appalling how short your hair can go
When it was good, you let it grow
I know there's a problem
When you gave up
You were gone

J'aime j'aime j'aime, partez vous?
Such a shame shame shame, shame on you
J'aime j'aime j'aime, partez vous?
But can I blame, blame, blame
Blame you?

You said you had my back
But I was attacked by a pack of dogs frothing at the mouth
Stabbed in the face
Glass in my guts
Crash, passed in the passenger's side, you were drunk

Monday, January 5, 2009

Black & Gold - Sam Sparro

If the fish swam out of the ocean
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking

and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion

'cause if you're not really here
then the stars don't even matter
now i'm filled to the top with fear
but it's all just a bunch of matter
'cause if you're not really here
then i don't want to be either
i wanna be next to you
black and gold
black and gold
black and gold

i looked up into the night sky
and see a thousand eyes staring back
and all around these golden beacons
i see nothing but black

i feel a way of something beyond them
i don't see what i can feel
if vision is the only validation
then most of my life isn't real

'cause if you're not really here
then the stars don't even matter
now i'm filled to the top with fear
but it's all just a bunch of matter
'cause if you're not really here
then i don't want to be either
i wanna be next to you
black and gold
black and gold
black and gold