One song part 3

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

TV ON THE RADIO...These guys are insane.

Sometimes the evils one really just wanna fuck

 

WOLF LIKE ME

 

Say say my playmate

wont you lay hands on me

mirror my malady

transfer my tragedy

 

Got a curse I cannot lift

shines when the sunset shifts

when the moon is round and full

gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

 

My mind's aflame

 

We could jet in a stolen car

but I bet we wouldn't get too far

before the transformation takes

and bloodlust tanks and

crave gets slaked

 

My mind has changed

my body's frame but god I like it

my hearts aflame

my body's strained but god I like it

 

My mind has changed

my body's frame but god I like it

my hearts aflame

my body's strained but god I like it

 

Charge me your day rate

ill turn you out in kind

when the moon is round and full

gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your

mongrel mind

baby doll I recognize

you're a hideous thing inside

if ever there were a lucky kind it's

you you you you

 

I know its strange another way to get to know you

you'll never know unless we go so let me show you

I know its strange another way to get to know you

we've got till noon here comes the moon

so let it show you

show you now

 

Dream me oh dreamer

down to the floor

open my hands and let them

weave onto yours

 

Feel me, completer

down to my core

open my heart and let it

bleed onto yours

 

Feeding on fever

down all fours

show you what all that

howl is for

 

Hey hey my playmate

let me lay waste to thee

burned down their hanging trees

it's hot here hot here hot here hot here

 

Got a curse we cannot lift

shines when the sunset shifts

there's a cure comes with a kiss

the bite that binds the gift that gives

 

now that we got gone for good

writhing under your riding hood

tell your gra'ma and your mama too

it's true

we're howling forever

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

TOADIES

 

I can't make up my mind whether this is about a serial killer or a vampire

 

POSSUM KINGDOM

Make up your mind

Decide to walk with me

Around the lake tonight

Around the lake tonight

By my side

By my side

I'm not gonna lie

I'll not be a gentleman

Behind the boathouse

I'll show you my dark secret

 

I'm not gonna lie

I want you for mine

My blushing bride

My lover, be my lover, yeah...

 

Don't be afraid

I didn't mean to scare you

So help me, Jesus

 

I can promise you

You'll stay as beautiful

With dark hair

And soft skin...forever

Forever

 

Make up your mind

Make up your mind

And I'll promise you

I will treat you well

My sweet angel

So help me, Jesus

 

(hey, hey, hey)

 

Give it up to me

Give it up to me

Do you wanna be

My angel?

So help me!

 

Be my angel

 

Be my angel

 

Do you wanna die?

 

I promise you

I will treat you well

My sweet angel

So help me, Jesus

 

Jesus

 

Jesus

 

Jesus...

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Toadies

 

 

Just one of THOSE nights

 

TYLER

And she runs through her days with a smile on her face

And she runs, and she waits, and I wait

 

We can drive to anyplace, day or night, across the state

And in the morning, into Mexico, we will wake up

 

I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in

Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer

I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed

I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath!

 

I stumble in the hallway, outside the bedroom door

I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice

She pulls the covers tighter, I press against the door

 

I will be with her tonight!

[lizish]

Umm, artist and track names? No way I'm searching.

 

 

 

 

Dan Mangan - the indie queens are waiting

 

 

Down the road and on the right-hand side

There’s a place I sometimes like to dine

Coffee refills far as I can see

I’ll be waking

Are you watching me?

Are you watching, are you?

Are you watching?

Or just waiting to see

That your days are numbered?

‘Cause my days are numbered too

 

Are we cool now?

Are we cool now?

Are we cool now?

Are we cool?

 

Bus down to the local record store

Buy something to make you like me more

Indie queens and tatty east-side punks

They are listening

Always waiting

Are you watching, are you?

Are you watching

Or just waiting to see

That your days are numbered?

‘Cause my days are numbered too

 

Are we cool now?

Are we cool now?

Are we cool now?

Are we cool?

 

I’m sorry that I brought it up

It’s not nice to piss you off

And I know, I know, I know

That I was poking

And sort of prodding

And kind of hoping

And always watching

For a reaction

A reaction

A reaction

A reaction

Are you watching?

Watching, are you watching?

Or just waiting to see?

[tkleist]

My Morning Jacket - I Will Be There When You Die

 

joe was born in new york city, son of paul and catherine.

always down and always out, but his morrows always seemed jus’ fine.

there will be bigotry and there will be open minds.

there will be days of peace you’ll never have the time.

AS LONG AS YOU KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE,

i will be there when you die.

i was born in east kentucky, home of where the grass is dyed. always down

and always out, but my ‘morrows always seemed just fine. there will be

bigotry and there will be open minds. there will be days of peace you’ll

never have the time. as long as you keep a straight face,

i will be there when you die.

[froggie]

i think Jimmy Page forgot the lyrics to Black Waterside

 

 

One morning fair I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that I spied

 

All through the fog, the heart of the night

We lay in sport and at play

Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes

Singing 'Fair thee well today!'

 

That's not the promise that you gave to me

When first you lay on my breast

You could make me believe with your lying tongue

That the sun rose in the west

 

And so go home to your fathers garden

Go home and await your fill

And think on your own misfortune

That you brought with your wanton will

 

One morning fair I took the air

That hung about black waterside

T'was a gazing path all around it

And the Irish that I spied...

[Oil Can Boyd]

Panic Pure (Vic Chestnutt)

 

my earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler

high up to the darkest sky

some 4th of July spectacular

I shook it with an urgency I'll never be able to repeat

 

at times i might be accused of being painfully nostalgic

but as of late i'm looking forward to the future

thought i've never been much of a planner

throwing caution into the fan

catch as catch as catchers can

 

and so all you observers in your scrutiny

don't count my scars like tree rings

my jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties

are either smoked or honey cured

by the panic pure

[PopTodd]

Dancing Partner

by Joe Pisapia

 

The day I went to visit her

Soon after she turned ninety-four

The coffee and the Entenman's

We talked as if we were old friends

 

She filled me in on gossip

All the seniors in the complex

We talked about the days gone by

And then she told me with a sigh,

 

It's been twenty-seven years

He's passed away

It still feels like yesterday

 

The conversation turned to love

As any long talk always does

She asked about my situation

Was there someone I was dating

 

I told her of a pretty girl

Who's teaching me to dance

She told me how she love to dance

But only with one man then she said,

 

When they play that music

I turn the other way

Since my dancing partner's away

 

Driving home so late that night

My mind still recollecting

All the many things we talked about

Like living with and then without

 

I wondered to myself if I would

Ever love someone that way

And in the echoes of that night

I still can see her as she's saying,

 

When they play that music

I turn the other way

Since my dancing partner's away

[lizish]

 

Frank Turner - Photosynthesis

 

Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old

All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold

All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand

All my friends are getting married, mortgages and pension plans

And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done

And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become

But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game

Time may change a lot but some things may stay the same

 

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I will not grow up

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I yeah I won't grow up

 

Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seems

And ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreams

All your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you you will

Have to grow up be an adult yeah be bored and unfulfilled

Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great

About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate

Look I'm meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity

Well if that's your road then take it but it's not the road for me

 

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I will not grow up

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I yeah I won't grow up

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I will not grow up

 

And if all you ever do with your life

Is photosynthesize

Then you deserve every hour of these sleepless nights

That you waste wondering when you're gonna die

 

Now I'll play and you sing

The perfect way for the evening to begin

Now I'll play and you sing

The perfect way for the evening to begin

 

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all yeah I won't grow up

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I will not grow up

And I won't sit down

And I won't shut up

And most of all I will not grow up

[DrNo]

TOADIES

 

I can't make up my mind whether this is about a serial killer or a vampire

 

 

Pretty sure it's about rape.

[mountain bed]

You will not be able to stay at home, brother. You will not able to plug in, turn on and drop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, because the revolution will not be televised.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in 4 parts without commercial interruption. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws from a Harlem sanctuary.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre, and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen, or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look 5 pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, brother.

 

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that cart down the block on the dead run. Or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not predict the winner at 8:32, or the count from 29 districts.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand-new process. There will be no slow-motion or still life of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts in a red, black and green jumpsuit that he had been saving for just the right occasion.

 

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction will no longer seem so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search For Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

There will be no highlights on the 11 O'Clock News, and no pictures of hairy-armed women Liberationists or Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or The Rare Earth.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be right back after a commercial message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a germ in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath. The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. WILL NOT BE TELEVISED..

 

The revolution will be no re-run, brothers. The revolution will be LIVE.

[PopTodd]

You will not be able to stay at home, brother. You will not able to plug in, turn on and drop out. You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials, because the revolution will not be televised.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox in 4 parts without commercial interruption. The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat hog maws from a Harlem sanctuary.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre, and will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen, or Bullwinkle and Julia. The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal. The revolution will not get rid of the nubs. The revolution will not make you look 5 pounds thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, brother.

 

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that cart down the block on the dead run. Or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance. NBC will not predict the winner at 8:32, or the count from 29 districts.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers in the instant replay. There will be no pictures of young being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand-new process. There will be no slow-motion or still life of Roy Wilkins strolling through Watts in a red, black and green jumpsuit that he had been saving for just the right occasion.

 

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies and Hooterville Junction will no longer seem so damned relevant, and women will not care if Dick finally gets down with Jane on Search For Tomorrow because Black people will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

There will be no highlights on the 11 O'Clock News, and no pictures of hairy-armed women Liberationists or Jackie Onassis blowing her nose. The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink or The Rare Earth.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

 

The revolution will not be right back after a commercial message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people. You will not have to worry about a germ in your bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl. The revolution will not go better with Coke. The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath. The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.

 

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. WILL NOT BE TELEVISED..

 

The revolution will be no re-run, brothers. The revolution will be LIVE.

 

Rest in peace.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Pretty sure it's about rape.

 

Next time you see him, ask Vaden Todd. It really has the serial killer vibe for me. I'd be interested what he says about it (if he will talk about it)

 

Rest in peace.

 

Did Gil Scot Heron Pass?

[PopTodd]

Next time you see him, ask Vaden Todd. It really has the serial killer vibe for me. I'd be interested what he says about it (if he will talk about it)

 

 

 

Did Gil Scot Heron Pass?

 

whoops.

I thought that I remembered hearing that he did.

But that news was just, apparently, the exact opposite: he has a new album out.

Sorry.

That was a really shitty mistake.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

whoops.

I thought that I remembered hearing that he did.

But that news was just, apparently, the exact opposite: he has a new album out.

Sorry.

That was a really shitty mistake.

 

I'll delete mine if you delete yours

[PopTodd]

 

I'll delete mine if you delete yours

 

You can't alter history.

 

Unless you have a flux capacitor.

[Dude]

Load the car and write the note

Grab your bag and grab your coat

Tell the ones that need to know

We are headed north

 

One foot in and one foot back

But it don't pay to live like that

So I cut the ties and I jumped the tracks

For never to return

 

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Are you aware the shape I'm in

My hands they shake, my head it spins

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

 

When at first I learned to speak

I used all my words to fight

With him and her and you and me

Oh but it's just a waste of time

Yeah it's such a waste of time

 

That woman she's got eyes that shine

Like a pair of stolen polished dimes

She asked to dance I said it's fine

I'll see you in the morning time

 

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Are you aware the shape I'm in

My hands they shake, my head it spins

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

 

Three words that became hard to say

I and love and you

What you were then, I am today

Look at the things I do

 

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

Are you aware the shape I'm in

My hands they shake my head it spins

Ah Brooklyn Brooklyn take me in

 

Dumbed down and numbed by time and age

Your dreams to catch the world, the cage

The highway sets the traveler's stage

All exits look the same

 

Three words that became hard to say

I and love and you

I and love and you

I and love and you

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

America's best kept songwriting secret...John Hiatt

 

I didn't say we wouldn't hurt anymore

That's how you learn, you just get burned

But we don't have to feel like dirt anymore

Though love's not earned, Baby it's our turn

We were always looking for true north

With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course

I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out

 

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

 

I'm not talkin' 'bout retreatin' little girl

Gonna take our stand, in this Chevy van

Windows open on the rest of the world

Holdin' hands, all the way to Dixieland

We've been tryin' to turn our lives around

Since we were little kids, it's been wearin' us down

Don't turn away now Darlin' lets fire it up and wind it out

 

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

 

I heard your mama callin', I think she was just stallin'

 

Don't know who she was talkin' to, baby me and you

We could go down with a smile on, don't bother to pack your nylons

Just keep them pretty legs showin', it gets hot down where we're goin'

We were always looking for true north

With our heads in the clouds, just a little off course

I left the motor running, now if you're feeling down and out

Come on baby drive, come on baby drive south, come on baby drive south

 

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

Come on Baby drive south, with the one you love

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Shake Russell

 

Deep in the west where the tall mountains grow I've gone home

Where the heavens above turn red from the fire down below

Are you listening to me when I'm talking to you

Said together we're one divided we're through

Divided we're through

 

Silver friend at night yellow friend you come with the dawn

Back in my heart I've been drying my eyes see me run

So you hang on to me and I'll hang on to you

Said together we're one divided we're through

Divided we're through

[ steel ]

Refusing to talk I suppose that it's all for love's sake

And learning to give that's important before you can take from me

Are you listening to me when I'm talking to you

Said together we're one divided we're through

 

So you hang on to me and I'll hang on to you

Said together we're one divided we're through

Divided we're through

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

I always did like Shake Russell...saw him along with Dana Cooper quite a bit in the late 70's early 80's (forget the Ricky Skaggs abortion of a rendition of this song)

 

The clubs are all closed and there's no where to go

When the sun wont show for hours

The streets have all emptied and lovers lay sleeping

And dreaming of each other.

 

You've got a lover but it's not me.

He can't love you like I can

There will be others yes I understand

Will they love me like you can.

 

There's acres and acres of heartbroken lovers

I know we're not the first ones

But sometimes it seems that it's just like a dream

That you try hard to remember.

 

You've got a lover but it's not me.

He can't love you like I can

There will be others yes I understand

Will they love me like you can.

 

The clubs are all closing you know

I was hoping that time would hold me over

I pull up my collar, walk into the night

I'll be looking for an answer.

 

You've got a lover but it's not me.

He can't love you like I can

There will be others yes I understand

Will they love me like you can...

[lizish]

 

Woodpigeon - Music Belongs to Those Who Make it

 

 

No you won't come around

No you won't be my friend

I just want this to end

And we won't talk about all the money you've make

Don't amount to a thing

 

And I

Never you sang a word

Never bothered a tune

But you're getting one now

Ain't it all that you'd hoped just to live on in song

How's it feel to fall down

 

And I

Can't believe that you need to stick your ground

'Tween the notes and the songs that I've found

 

It's not your pile of gold

It's not your pile of gold

It's not your pile of gold

 

One

Last

Chance

I

Won't

Kill

 

And I won't think about you or ask how you've been

I don't care to give in

And as time motors on

I'll forget all you names

And the nothing you've made

Oh why?

[a-me-with-a-you]

Elliott Smith - Between The Bars

 

Drink up, baby, stay up all night

The things you could do, you won't but you might

The potential you'll be that you'll never see

The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now and forget all about

The pressure of days, do what I say

And I'll make you okay and drive them away

The images stuck in your head

People you've been before that you don't want around anymore

That push and shove and won't bend to your will

I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby, look at the stars

I'll kiss you again between the bars

Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air

Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine

Keep you apart, deep in my heart

Separate from the rest, where I like you the best

And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before that you don't want around anymore

That push and shove and won't bend to your will

I'll keep them still

[tkleist]

These things you keep

you better throw them away

you want to turn your back

on your souless days

once you were tethered

now you are free

once you were tethered

now you are free

that was the river

this is the sea

 

now if you are feeling weary

if you've been alone too long

or maybe you been suffering from

a few too many plans that have gone wrong

and you're tryin' to remember

how fine your life used to be

running around banging your drum

like it's ninteeen seventy three

well that was the river

this is the sea

 

now you say you got trouble

you say you got pain

you say you got nothin' left to believe in

nothin' to hold on to

nothin' to trust

nothin' but chains

you've been scouring your conscience

raking through your memory

scouring your conscience

raking through your memory

that was the river

this is the sea

 

now i can see you're waverin'

as you try to decide

you've got a war in your head

and it's tearing you up inside

you're tryin' to make sense

of something that you just don't see

tryin' to make sense now

and you know that you once held the key

but that was the river

and this is the sea

 

now here is a train

it's comin' on down the line

you realise if you hurry

you got still enough time

and you don't need no tiket

and you dont pay no fee

and you don't need no ticket

and you dont pay no fee

because that was the river

and this is the sea

that was the river

this is the sea

that was the river

this is the sea

the river, the river, the river, the river

the river, the river, the river

and this is the sea

 

Behold The Sea

[Dude]

Now that I've worn out

I've worn out the world

I'm on my knees in facination

Looking through the night

And the moon's never seen me before

But I'm reflecting light

 

I rode the pain down, got off and looked up

Looked into your eyes

The loss opened windows all around

My dark heart lit up the skies

 

Now that I've worn out

I've worn out the world

I'm on my knees in facination

Looking through the night

And the moon's never seen me before

But I'm reflecting light

 

Give up the ground, under your feet

Hold on to nothing for good

Turn and run at the mean dogs chasing you

Stand alone and missunderstood

 

Now that I've worn out

I've worn out the world

I'm on my knees in facination

Looking through the night

And the moon's never seen me before

But I'm reflecting light

[a-me-with-a-you]

"Let me in," the voice cried softly

From outside the wooden door

Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance

Blood stained the icy wall of the shore

 

"I'm the only one left. The storm took them all,"

He managed as he tried to stand

The tears ran down his face

"Please, it's cold."

 

When he woke, there was no trace of the ship

Only the dawn was left behind by the storm

He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him

That rose, from the sea, to the door

 

There was a sound at the window then

The captain started, his breath was still

Slowly, he turned

 

From behind the edge of the windowsill

There appeared the delicate hand of a child

His face was flush and timid

He stared at the captain through frightened eyes

 

The captain reached for something to hold on to

"Help me," he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet

The boy's face went pale

He recognized the sound

 

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow

Lost in the doorstep of the empty house

 

"I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry . . .

And I miss you

 

I miss you

I've grown taller now

I want the police to be notified

I'll make it up to you

I swear, I'll make it up to you

 

I miss you."