Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Sunday, 5 May 2013

Lyrics of the Day

You ask me if there'll come a time when I grow tired of you.
Never my love
Never my love

You wonder if this heart of mine will lose it's desire for you
Never my love
Never my love

What makes you think love will end?
...When you know that my whole life depends on you.
You say you fear I'll change my mind, I won't require you
Never my love
Never my love

How can you think love will end?
When I've asked you to spend your whole life with me?
You say you fear I'll change my mind...
I won't require you...
Never my love
Never my love

Association: Never My Love

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Lyrics of the Day

All the other girls here are stars - you are the northern lights.
They try to shine in through your curtains - you're too close and too bright.
They try and they try but everything that they do is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you...

I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

This party was made with the night air and the chance that a smile will wind its way from your face to one of the boys in your line.
You act like you're hip to their tricks and you're strong but a virgin Wurlitzer heart never once had a song...
I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

And I'll have you back by break of day
I'm going your way anyway.
And if you'd like to come along, I'll be yours for a song

I know you are waiting and I know that it is not for me.
But I'm here and I'm ready and I've saved you the passenger seat.
I won't be your last dance just your last goodnight.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen

So crawl up your trellis and quietly back into your room, and I'll coast down the length of your drive by the light of the moon.
And the next time I see you - a new kind of hello
Both our hearts have a secret only both of us know...

'Bout the night that I drove you back home Kathleen

Josh Ritter: Kathleen

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Concert Review: Josh Ritter

I've gone to see Josh Ritter twice now in concert. And I think everyone should go see him given the chance.

They don't play him on any radio stations that I know of. Sometimes they'll play his songs in Starbucks, but outside of that I haven't ever heard his music.
His new album!
What prompted me to listen to his songs? I don't know what started it. Mostly what I love about his music is that he's a poet. He's a writer that can sing and play guitar.

His lyrics are magical and tell a story. His live concerts are those stories magnified and amplified by 100%.

I've been to a fair amount of concerts where the songs sound identical to the ones on the album. You can sing the notes as you know them and you can't go wrong. Not so at a Josh Ritter show. He'll speed things up. He'll slow things down. He'll turn off all the lights and play with no amps, no drums, not even the mic is turned on.

Then he'll come out with trumpets and a cello and blow your socks off. Plus he is adorable. He cannot stop smiling.
That smile...
He appreciates a crowd, and shows it. I'm sick of jaded rock stars that never say thank you, that flip off the crowd, that don't smile.

Josh has a smiling disorder. He cannot stop jumping, giggling, laughing, smiling, playing, writing. I hope he never stops.

The show was (once again) amazing. I am grateful that his shows never cost too much money (the standard $60 for a concert is pricey when you see 4-5 shows a year). Hopefully whenever his next album comes out I'll be loaded and able to buy tickets for myself and my friends!

Saturday, 30 March 2013

Lyrics of the Day

Supposedly it was a wise wise man who said it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, never to have loved.
How many times does the truth that you take to be true is just truth falling apart at the same speed as you... Until it all comes away in a million degrees and you’re just a few pieces of falling debris.

And she’s hopeful. Hopeful. For me.
I’m coming out of the dark clouds.

She went away and she packed all her loving.
I could not believe it how little there was.
I stood in the cold kitchen with nothing to say... Who’d keep the whole world spinning when she went away?

She kept telling me about the good things I deserve, that I wanted somebody I’d mistaken for her.
But one look in my eyes and she’d know she was wrong so she wouldn’t look back at me until she was gone.

How many times did you give all your love and find out it was so far from far from enough?
I followed her out into the street in the rain and the whole world stopped spinning and just went up in flames.

And she’s hopeful. Hopeful. For me.
I’m coming out of the dark clouds.
She’s hopeful. Hopeful, for me.
She says it to me often

The sunlight corroded and the days started to fail.
The rocks in the road sharpened shadows to nails.
The fencepost were empty and so were the trees.
Had the bluebird of use on its last tune for me.

I’ve seen her around now with someone new I don’t know,
She likes greed-eyed boys who are haloed in hope... But I know the look in his eyes and I know all the old signs.
Just a couple more curves before his own road unwinds.

These days I’m feeling better about the man that I am.
There’s some things I can change and there’s others I can’t.
I met someone new now I know I deserve, I never met someone who loves the world more than her.

She has been through her own share of hard times as well, and she has learned how to tear out the heaven from hell.
Most nights I’m alright still all rocks roll down hill... but she says I’ll get better, she knows that I will.

And she’s hopeful. Hopeful, for me.
I’m coming out of the dark clouds.
She’s hopeful. Hopeful, for me.
Coming out of the dark clouds, Coming out of the dark clouds .

The world is as the world is.
Everybody’s gonna hurt like hell some times.
The world is as the world is.
Everybody’s gonna hurt like hell some times some times.

Josh Ritter: Hopeful

Thursday, 21 March 2013

Lyrics of the Day

She was a working girl, North of England way.
Now she's hit the big time in the U.S.A.
And if she could only hear me, this is what I'd say...

Honey pie you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy, so won't you please come home?
Oh honey pie,  my position is tragic, come and show me the magic of your Hollywood song.

You became a legend of the silver screen and now the thought of meeting you makes me weak in the knee.
Oh honey pie you are driving me frantic,
Sail across the Atlantic to be where you belong.
Will the wind that blew her boat across the sea kindly send her sailing back to me?

Honey pie you are making me crazy
I'm in love but I'm lazy so won't you please come home?

The Beatles: Honey Pie

Monday, 18 March 2013

Lyrics of the Day

Peter said to Paul you know all those words we wrote?
Are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go.
But now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun... I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we done...

Paul said to Peter you got to rock yourself a little harder, pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire.
But I got a girl in the war Paul, the only thing I know to do is turn up the music and pray that she makes it through.

Because the keys to the kingdom got locked inside the kingdom and the angels fly around in there but we can't see them.
I got a girl in the war Paul I know that they can hear me yell...
If they can't find a way to help her they can go to hell
If they can't find a way to help her they can go to hell

Paul said to Peter you got to rock yourself a little harder, pretend the dove from above is a dragon and your feet are on fire.
But I got a girl in the war Paul her eyes are like champagne...
They sparkle bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain
They sparkle bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain
They sparkle bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain

Josh Ritter: Girl in the War

Saturday, 16 March 2013

Lyrics of the Day

I, I always believed in futures, I hope for better in November.
I try the same losing lucky numbers.

It could be a cold night for a lifetime
Hey now, you can't keeping saying endlessly
"My darling, how long until this affects me?"

Say hello to good times, trade up for the fast ride.
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.

I, I always could count on futures, that things would look up, and they look up.
Why is it so hard to find balance between living decent and the cold and real?

Hey now, what is it you think you see?
My darling, now's the time to disagree.

Say hello to good times, trade up for the fast ride.
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.
Hey now, the past is told by those who win...
My darling, what matters is what hasn't been.

Hey now, we're wide awake and we're thinking, my darling, believe your voice can mean something.

Say hello to good times, trade up for the fast ride.
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.
We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely.

Jimmy Eat World: Futures

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Lyrics of the Day

I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown till the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss. 
Don't think I can go on like this, putting in time on the graveyard shift...

I go to work at sundown, pick-axe digging into common ground.
Night falls but it makes no sound.
Duty's calling from the underground.

Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.

Come away, come away, come away.

Come sit by me and see what I see, when I close my eyes at the edge of sleep.
And we dream on the blade of a knife, following the trail of the afterlife.

 Now here come the night commuters, the midnight hoard, the dawn refuters.
They're all here to settle a score, with the phantom limbs and the ghosts of war.

Now here it comes, it comes, the setting sun.
Time to dig, down, and see what side you're on.
Until the dawn, the dawn, you're soldiering on.
Every sundown you gotta be reborn.

Come away, come away, come away.

I've been working the graveyard shift,
traded night for day now it's all I can do to stay awake...

Eyes heavy as the moonlight drifts, time to dig.
Time to dig, and bury my mistakes.
Bury my mistakes.

I've been working the graveyard shift, no one ever told me it would be like this.
Sundown to the morning mist, starting my day with a moonlight kiss.
And I was born on a precipice, between salvation and the great abyss.
I don't think it can go on like this,
putting in time in the graveyard...

Sam Roberts: Graveyard Shift

Thursday, 21 February 2013

Lyrics of the Day

I’m Shah Jahan, you’re Taj Mahal.
Do you remember that night at the Minah Bazaar?
You were meant to be mine.
You were meant to be mine.
I saw fourteen children in your lovely brown eyes,
to be King and Queen was just a disguise.
You were meant to be mine,
You were meant to be mine.
Keep on keep on keep on singing... Taj Mahal

Sitting with you on the banks of the Ganges, stealing a kiss on the streets of Bombay.
Caressing your hair like the wind through the palm trees, I never dreamed that anyone could take you away....

Taj Mahal
I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’m building a beautiful statue to make sure that no one forgets you.
Yeah I’ll make sure that no one forgets you.

I’ll make sure that no one forgets you
I’ll make sure that no one forgets you

Taj Mahal
Taj Mahal

Sam Roberts: Taj Mahal

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Lyrics of the Day

I hear you knocking on the door but you ain't never comin' in, no, no...
to this house no more.
Cause it ain't like, it ain't like it was before.
You went sailing on for that distant shore.

True, we had love so true.
Oh and we had skies so blue, we had skies so blue.
So I, I had my hopes up high...
till all I heard was 'goodbye' when I called for you.

I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.

So you can take it on the chin, yeah you take it on your weak chin.
Then you do it all again and again...
tell me when will it end?
And now you come back, oh yeah, you crawled on back with your head held high and your book of lies in a burlap sack.
I just don't know, honey, what went wrong... Love just can't grow when you're gone so long

I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.

Oh you just don't know which way the wind is going to blow
No, you just don't know just when the sky is going to fall

You've been a soldier
You've been a privateer
Now you're looking much older, yes you are my dear.
Now you're back again from the lion's den.
You've got a plagiarist's eye
You've got a poison pen.

I turn the key, you twist the knife
I can't win.
no I can't win.
Now you're knocking on the door but you can't come in.

Love can bend you, love can break.
hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Life will give you what you take.
love can bend you, love can break.
Hearts can mend and hearts can ache.
Life will give you what you take.
Oh! Life will give you what you take

Sam Roberts: Twist the Knife

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Lyrics of the Day

When I first came to see you I called it Houston street (like the city).
Could we meet? Show me all the things you see?
I'm one more here, some old-timer pioneer who believes with shaken faith
I still have some cool

I could leave you here with your 'people,' if I'm a flag you'd not prefer to wave.

You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented

When I first came to LA I met you the old fashioned way...
Too drunk, even worse, much too lonely.
I'll leave it there...

A busted homesteader who believes in virgin grace
Somehow I'll stay proud.
Any dick can roll up in a suit but only I would know what really moves you...

You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented

There's a cinematic end. I picture it just right.
Having trouble with the right words, but you tell me with your eyes.
There's something good I miss... Something I can't find.
Do you believe me now?
Can you see it in my eyes?

You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented

Jimmy Eat World: Invented

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Lyrics of the Day

Well there's one thing Mama, I think you should know...
It is not love that makes the flowers grow,
But a complex electron transfer process known as photosynthesis when chlorophyll reacts with the light of day.
But since you're gone, the light has gone away.

Oh there's one more thing Mama, I think that you'll find
It is not love that makes the stars shine.
But the spontaneous combustion of super-heated and super-condensed gasses in the process known as fusion that creates new elements when the time is right...
Since you're gone, stars don't shine so bright.

Oh there's another thing Mama, I think I should confide...
It is not love that'll turn the tide
But the net difference in the gravitational pull between the Earth and the Moon as it is acted out upon the waves,
But since you're gone, I feel washed away.

I could have been a mathematician, studied rockets for a living.
Would've worked out better in the end.
But to get more specific I'd break every law of physics to bring you back to me again

Well there's one more thing, I'll tell you if I can...
It is not love, that makes a non-stick frying pan
But a top-secret, trademarked, conglomerated, most likely carcinogenic, polyurethane compound spread in a micro-thin substance, over a negatively charged layer of aluminum, copper, iron, lead, VHS, FYI, apple pie, FBI, and some other elements too....

Since you're gone, I wish I'd stuck to you

Josh Ritter: Stuck to You

Thursday, 31 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

This is it my dear old friend, our paths it seems are at an end. For now.
Though in time we floated free, we're pulled by separate gravities to ground.

But it's clear in the way we part (with our hearts together but our hands apart)
and it seems so hard to begin...
Best friends we'll always be, though your road don't follow me.
I know our paths will cross again.

Time has turned her face from me and spin spirals fancy free, I flew.
With nothing but the dawn to see and now I've got my memories of you.

Well the road is windy and the road is hard, and there's no telling just how far,
or how many letters I might send.
One day you'll walk with me against all probability.
I know our paths will cross again.

Time is like this fast freight train you gotta ride, you can't remain behind.
And all your friends are on separate tracks and some of them they won't look back to find.

The one place we all have known.
The one place we can call a home.
The place where each of us began.
Sure as that day rolls around, when the road back home is finally found, I know our paths will cross again.

Now my home is in a far off land, where love and time have made their stand against me.
And that's probably where I'm going to stay, it's probably where they'll marry me someday.

But after all is come and gone, and after every songs' been sung, there comes a thought I won't defend.
Sure stones are left unturned and on the streets where home fires burn,
I know our paths will cross again...

Josh Ritter: Paths will Cross

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

In the heat of a summer night, in the land of the dollar bill,
when the town of Chicago died, and they talk about it still.

When a man named Al Capone tried to make that town his own,
and he called his gang to war, with the forces of the law.

I heard my mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was. Glory be.

I heard my mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was.
Yes, indeed.

And the sound of the battle rang through the streets of the old East side.
Till the last of the hoodlum gang had surrendered up or died.

There was shouting in the street and the sound of running feet.
And I asked someone who said 'bout a hundred cops are dead.'

I heard my mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was.
Glory be.

I heard my mamma cry. I heard her pray the night Chicago died.
Brother, what a night it really was.
Brother what a fight it really was.
Yes, indeed.

And there was no sound at all but the clock upon the wall.
Then the door burst open wide and my daddy stepped inside.
And he kissed my mamma's face and he brushed her tears away.

The night Chicago died. The night Chicago died.
Brother what a night the people saw. Brother what a fight the people saw. Yes, indeed.

Paper Lace: The Night Chicago Died

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot, with a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot.

Don't it always seem to go... that you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum, and they charged all the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em.

Don't it always seem to go?
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone...
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Hey farmer, farmer, put away that DDT now, give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees (please!)

Don't it always seem to go?
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Late last night the screen door slam...
And a big yellow taxi took away my old man.

Don't it always seem to go?
That you don't know what you've got til it's gone...
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Joni Mitchell: Big Yellow Taxi

Saturday, 26 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

She keeps Moet et Chando in her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says, just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation,
You can't decline

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice

She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?

To avoid complications, she never kept the same address
In conversation, she spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China, went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally...
If you're that way inclined

Perfume came naturally from Paris
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise

Drop of a hat she's as willing as, playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild..
She's all out to get you

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
Wanna try?
You wanna try...

Queen: Killer Queen

Friday, 25 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

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 seemed 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 awkwardly cast that even I could be the star.

I don't look back 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's 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 seemed short but the days go slowly by...
Two loose kites falling from the sky, drawn to the ground and then to flight.

The Shins: Pink Bullets

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

You only live twice, or so it seems.
One life for yourself, and one for your dreams.
You drift through the years and life seems tame,
Till one dream appears, and love is its name.

And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on.
Don't think of the danger, for the stranger is gone.
This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.

Nancy Sinatra: You Only Live Twice

Saturday, 19 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love through his indifference

A heart that cared
That went unshared
Until it died within his silence

And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love, it always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes
Goes without saying

There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand he's playing

And solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself it's easy to pretend
He'll never love again

And keeping to himself he plays the game
Without her love, tt always ends the same
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

And solitaire's the only game in town

And every road that takes him
Takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

The Carpenters: Solitaire

Friday, 18 January 2013

Lyrics of the Day

Got on board a westbound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
Oh, that talk of opportunities
TV breaks and movies
Rang true
Sure rang true

Seems it never rains in Southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya:
It pours, man it pours

Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of self respect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved, I'm underfed, I wanna go home

It never rains in California
But girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it
Had offers but didn't know which one to take
Please don't tell 'em how you found me
Don't tell 'em how you found me
Gimme a break, give me a break

Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California...
But girl don't they warn ya:
It pours, man it pours

Albert Hammond: It Never Rains in Southern California