MrRain422

April 10, 2006

I would argue that Pale Blue Eyes would be... ironicly better.

As for Wilco, More Like The Moon would please me very much, but then ... I am an odd girl.

"Pale Blue Eyes" is good, but yeah, the whole adultery angle to it could make it weird. I was speaking from experience with "Perfect Day" though--that song is gold.

April 10, 2006

Lou Reed's "Perfect Day"

March 13, 2006

Is that setlist in order? Did they really play "Spiders" in the middle of the set?

March 11, 2006

Drink at the Bar Nothing bar anything

But the bottom step of the ladder

It keeps getting higher and higher

Dawn comes soon enough for the working class

It keeps getting sooner or later

This is the game that moves as you play

How does it feel to have your own bottle of booze

Behind the bar, how does it feel

To play cards with the barmaids while they work

At Jocko's Rocketship

Or The One Eye Jack

My Sin and The Lucky Star

A steady place to study and drink

Day old days

Ancient bloody mary bastards

In a hardcore blue collar bar

Here we sit, a shot and a beer

After another hard earned day

Dawn comes soon enough for the working class

It keeps getting sooner or later

This is the game that moves as you play

At the Hi-D-Hi

And The Hula Gal

Bee-Hive Bar and The Zircon Lounge

G.G.'s Cozy Corner

The Gift Of Love

Stop'N'Drink, Sit'N'Sip, Rest'N'Pieces

Dexter's New Approach and The Get Down Lounge

The Aorta Bar, Detroit's Main Vein

February 27, 2006

You probably just need to adjust the saddles (the little area that the strings rest in at the bridge). It's pretty easy to do if you have an allen wrench of the proper size.

February 11, 2006

My faves of the Engineer Demos (in Order):

1. Not for the Season
2. Corduroy Cutoff Girl
3. Venus Stopped the Train

I've got a couple versions of "Not for the Season" in the original demos, but my download of the Engineer's Demos didn't include that song. Am I missing something?

January 22, 2006

There are men lost in jail

Crowded fifty to a room

There's too many rats in this cage of the world

And the women know their place

They sit home and write letters

Then they visit once a year

When they both just sit there and stare

See how we are

Gotta keep bars in between us

See how we are

We only sing about it once in every twenty years

See how we are

Oh, see how we are

Now there are seven kinds of Coke

500 kinds of cigarettes

This freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy

Down in Acapulco

Well, they don't give a damn

About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet

See how we are

Hey man, what's in it for me?

See how we are

We only sing about it once in every twenty years

See how we are

Oh, see how we are

Well, this morning the alarm rang at noon

And I'm trying to write this letter to you

About how much I care and why I just can't be there

To draw your bath and comb

And comb your hair

Last night in a nightspot

Where things ain't so hot

My friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love"

I said, "Oh really? What's this one's name?"

She said, "His first name is Homeboy"

I said "Could his last name be Trouble?"

See how we are

Hey girl, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you

See how we are

We only sing about it once in every twenty years

See how we are

Oh see how we are

Yeah, see how we are

Now that highway's coming through

So you all gotta move

This bottom rung ain't no fun at all

'Cause now fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison

Are the new trinity

For this so-called community

See how we are

Gotta keep bars on all of our windows

See how we are

We only sing about it once in every twenty years

See how we are

Oh, see how we are

See how we are

Yeah, see how we are

Oh, see how we are

January 19, 2006

I don't know what they're playing on the track, but the barred D# is certainly a whole lot easier.

January 16, 2006

so jealous

January 13, 2006

He's got fasting black lungs

Made of clove splintered shards

They're the kind that will talk

Through a weezing of coughs

And I hear him

Every night

In every pore

And every time he just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer

Free from all the shame

Must I hide

'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him

From an isle of open sores

He knows that the taste is such

Such to die for

And I hear him

Every night

On every street

The scales that do slither

Deliver me from

Freeze without an answer

Free from all the shame

Then I'll hide

'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone

Said I'm, said I'm, said I'm

Said I'm bloodshot for sure

Pale runs the ghost

Swollen on the shore

Every night

In every pore

The scales that do slither

Deliver me from

Freeze without an answer

Free from all the shame

Then I'll hide

'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer

Free from all the shame

Let me die

'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone

January 3, 2006

December 22, 2005

In memory of Joe Strummer, now three years gone....

_________________

I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago

I saw an army of rebels dancing on air

I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires

A song of the battle that was born in the flames

And the rebels were waltzing on air

I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz

That was written to be danced on the battlefield

I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl

A voice that called "Stand till we fall

We stand till all the boys fall"

As we danced came the news that the war was not won

Five armies were coming with carriage and gun

Through the heart of the camp

Swept the news from the front

A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food

We knew the war could not be won

So we danced with a rifle to the rhythm of the gun

In a glade through the trees I saw my only one

Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun

The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing

The song was an old rebel one

As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field

My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees

I slept, as I dreamed I saw the army rise

A voice began to call, stand till you fall

The tune was an old rebel one

December 22, 2005

In memory of Joe Strummer, now three years gone....

_________________

I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago

I saw an army of rebels dancing on air

I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires

A song of the battle that was born in the flames

And the rebels were waltzing on air

I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz

That was written to be danced on the battlefield

I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl

A voice that called "Stand till we fall

We stand till all the boys fall"

As we danced came the news that the war was not won

Five armies were coming with carriage and gun

Through the heart of the camp

Swept the news from the front

A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food

We knew the war could not be won

So we danced with a rifle to the rhythm of the gun

In a glade through the trees I saw my only one

Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun

The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing

The song was an old rebel one

As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field

My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees

I slept, as I dreamed I saw the army rise

A voice began to call, stand till you fall

The tune was an old rebel one

December 12, 2005

The facts we hate:

We'll never meet walking down the road

Everybody yelling "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

But I'm waiting for you, I must go slow

I must not think bad thoughts

What's this world coming to?

Both sides are right, but both sides murder

I give up

Why can't they?

I must not think bad thoughts

The civil wars and the uncivilized wars

Conflagrations leap out of every poor furnace

The food cooks poorly and everyone goes hungry

From then on it's dog eat dog, dog eat body, and body eat dog

I can't go down there

I can't understand it

I'm a no good coward and an American too

A North American that is, not a South, Central, or Native American

I must not think bad thoughts

I'm guilty of murder of innocent men

Innocent children, innocent women, thousands of them

My planes, my guns, my money, my soldiers

My blood on my hands, it's all my fault

I must not think bad thoughts

The facts we hate:

You'll never hear us

I hear the radio is finally going to play new music

You know, the British Invasion

But what about the Minutemen, Flesh Eaters, D.O.A

Big Boys and Black Flag?

Will the last American band to get played on the radio

Please bring the flag? Please bring the flag!

Glitter disco, synthesizer night school

All this noble savage drum-drum-drum

Astronauts going back in time to hang out with the cave people

It's about time, it's about space

It's about some people in the strangest place

Woody Guthrie sang about B-E-E-T-S, not B-E-A-T-S

I must not think bad thoughts

November 30, 2005

One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror

And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say

The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron

And you fell all around the town until you looked the same

The same eyes

Same lips

The same lie from your tongue trips

Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror

Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts

Ring to the boots of roustabouts

But you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere

You chase down the road till your fingers bleed

On a fiberglass tumbleweed

You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same

The same eyes

Same lips

The same lie from your tongue trips

Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror

So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks

They set him up, set him up on the stool

He falls down, falls down like a drunk

And you drink till you drool

And it's his story you'll flatter

You'll stretch him out like a saint

But the canvas that he splattered will be the picture that you never paint

The same eyes

Same lips

The same lie from your tongue trips

Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror

A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick

A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it?

'Cause a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand

Jesus wept he felt abandoned

You're spellbound baby there's no doubting that

Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?

The same eyes

Same lips

The same lie from your tongue trips

Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror

November 28, 2005

On a Monday I was arrested (uh huh)

On a Tuesday they locked me in the jail (po' boy)

On a Wednesday my trial was attested

On a Thursday they said guilty and the judge's gavel fell