One song

[lizish]

One Hundred Dollars - Move Along

We can move along now

We can move along when we're staring at the top from the bottom rung

 

We can move along now

We dug in the duty with our poor great teeth and our heads down low.

 

Moving day and then you'll find, the ladder rung, no time to fly

 

Oh my darling look now

Things are going better than I ever had foreseen

Time ain't here to trip on

Sugar turns things grey, but it also turns them green

 

We can move along when we're staring at the top from the bottom rung

We can move along now

 

Over the wall to the shore where the breaks begin

Find a stone that's smooth and white

Skip it to the other side.

 

[Tweedling]

 

They are like Magnolia Electric Company but instead of werewolves/ moons and memory spells they sing about sex.

What's the difference?

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

This is our last goodbye

I hate to feel the love between us die.

But it's over

Just hear this and then I'll go:

You gave me more to live for,

More than you'll ever know.

 

Well, this is our last embrace,

Must I dream and always see your face?

Why can't we overcome this wall?

Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.

 

Kiss me, please kiss me,

But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.

Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time

I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

 

Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"?

And did you rush to the phone to call?

Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,

"Maybe, you didn't know him at all,

you didn't know him at all,

oh, you didn't know"?

 

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,

Burning clues into this heart of mine.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories

Offer signs that it's over, it's over.

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Dan Baird---

 

Back when I was goin' to school,

I never learned a thing

All I did was daydream,

a-waitin' for the bell to ring

I had a certain teacher,

I always tried to impress her

When she stood up in the classroom,

I would mentally undress her

Then one day I decided,

that I would write a little letter

She said the spellin' was a masterpiece,

the punctuation could be better

I understood what she was saying,

I got the gist of her sentiment

She said "I don't mean to be degrading,

"but here's the way that it should've went:"

 

I love you period

Do you love me question mark

Please, please exclamation point

I want to hold you in parentheses

I love you period

Do you love me question mark

Please, please exclamation point

I want to hold you in parentheses

 

Right on up to high school,

people said I was a writin' fool

All my letters became really great,

with punctuation that was never late

But I was havin' trouble meetin' girls,

I never knew the things to say

Soon I had 'em all overwhelmed,

when they heard me talk this way, like this:

 

I love you period

Do you love me question mark

Please, please exclamation point

I want to hold you in parentheses

I love you period

Do you love me question mark

Please, please exclamation point

I want to hold you in parentheses

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFpsDAL4oKE

[LouisvilleGreg]

My favorite song, by my favorite 90's punk band: Jawbreaker - "Chesterfield King"

 

 

We stood in your room and laughed out loud.

Suddenly the laughter died

and we were caught in an eye to eye.

We sat on the floor and did we sit close.

I could smell your thoughts and thought.

Do you want to touch a lot like me?

Too scared to say a thing.

I left your house and kicked myself.

I put those feelings on a shelf to die.

I guess I'm not a gambling type

but think of what the two of us had lost.

I needed some time to think it out.

7-Eleven parking lot.

A toothless woman turned and stopped.

I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield.

She leaned down and kissed my cheek.

I was scared but it felt sweet.

Felt so sweet.

She asked me if I had a name.

I told her I was glued up on some chick.

We sat and smoked against the wall.

Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.

I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.

I drove so fast.

The wind it couldn't cool me down,

so I turned it around and came back up.

You were waiting on your step,

steam showing off your breath and

water in your eyes.

We pulled each other into one,

parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.

Said all my chicks they smoke these things and handed you a

Chesterfield King.

Held your hand and watched TV

and traced the little lines along your palm.

[lizish]

 

13ghosts – Whitey Joe

 

 

 

Down with White Boy Joe on a Friday night

See now wild fire blazing in his eyes

He said ‘Raw, raw, raw, that Crimson Tide’

And he chased that whiskey high

 

Now Rainwater Jim in the corner with his cola

Pointing at the barman like a cop

He says ‘I wish that my old lady would cheat on me again

So I could join you boys for a drink’

 

Ole Miss Pearle in her black weather tights

Scratching at the back of her neck

I know that one day past she was a beautiful girl

But lately she’s been looking kinda thin

 

Now I come here for the drink that I’ve been given over to

These many aching years I rode that stool

And the only friend I had stood behind that empty glass

And he poured my little death out when I asked him to

 

I’ve been saving up my violence for the times that are coming

I smell that murder working over on the breeze

For I can tell you not when gold and peace will reign over earth again

But I can show you six day bullets in its place

 

Oh my girl, when the bombs they are a fallin

And you standing in that fire and hail

Wish I could see you in a silver picture frame

On the mantle of a well lit home

[froggie]

Wallflowers - I've been delivered:

 

I could break free from the

wood of a coffin

if I need

But nothin's hard as

Gettin' free from places

I've already been

 

I've been waste-deep

in the burnin' meadows

of my mind

In the engine

In cold December

shootin' fire from the hose

 

Now turn off your lights

'cause I'm not comin' home

'til I'm delivered for the first time

 

I was first-born to a parade

that follows in rows

down a narrow cold black river

faceless shadows

movin' slow

 

I would move swift when

the sounds of a trumpet would blow

I've been the puppet

I've been the strings

I know the vacant face it brings

 

Now the bells of curfew

They may ring before I'm through

But soon

I'll be delivered for the first time

 

You might keep clean

in the back of an angel motorcade

It doesn't matter who walks in

you know, the joke is still the same

You'll just wake up

like a disposable lover

decomposed

I've been gone

I've been remembered

I've been alive

I've been a ghost

 

So now, if downtown explodes

I'll still be on this road

'til I'm delivered for the first time

 

I have drawn blood

from the neckline

when vampires were in fashion

You know I'd even learn

to cut my throat

If I thought I could fit in

 

'Cause I, I once heard

that you gotta learn

how to blend in to this mess

Where nothin's hard

nothin's precious

and nothin's smooth or flawless

 

Now, no more amused

just screaming to be delivered

for the first time

 

Now I'm 10 miles in the deep

and mighty blue sea

Looking back, towards a long white beach

burnin' up into yellow flames

 

And I just wave back

like a little boy up on a pony

in a show

'cause I can't fix

something this complex

any more than I can build a rose

 

So just keep on letting go

'cause I must be close

to being delivered for the first time

 

Now I'd rather bleed out

a long stream from being lonely

and feel blessed

Well than drown, laying face down

in a puddle of respect

I was once lost

in the corridors of the arena

in blindfolds

I've been the bull

I've been the whip

I just pulled down the matador

 

So now, turn on your lights

'cause I'm comin' home

I've been delivered for the first time

[lizish]

 

Hollerado Land

 

Hollerado!

 

When you take a trip

Better take not a dip

In an alligator pond

‘Cause then you’ll lose your arm

And wish you were in Hollarado land

 

When you take a plane

Down the wrong way lane

In a hurricane

You’ll find after a while

There’s no better place than Hollerado Land

 

When you take to the sky

Toward Alpha-Centuri

The aliens will take your ship

They’re leave you floating adrift

Forever in search of where?

Hollerado Land

[Moss]

Bon Temps Rouler:

 

You see me there well I ain't no fool

I'm one smart Frenchman never been to school

If you wanna have some fun in a Creole town

Stop and let me show you your way around

 

You let the bon temps rouler

You let the muley boolay

Now don't you be no foolay

You let the bon ton rouler.

 

I've got a Creole girl well she's one fine dish

But she's got ways like a mean crawfish

She don't do nothing but raise sand all night

But when it comes to loving she's a much all right.

 

She let the bon temps rouler

She let the muley boolay

Now don't you be no foolay

You let the bon temps rouler.

 

You wanna have yourself some real fine fun

Go down in Louisiana and get you one

You find Oem cutting cane all down the line

I've got a cotton picker she's a mighty fine.

 

She do the bon temps rouler

She let the muley boolay

Now don't you be no foolay

You let the bon temps rouler.

 

At the church bazaar or the baseball game

At the French la la, it's all the same

You wanna have some fun well you gotta go

Way out in the country to the zydeco.

 

You let the bon temps rouler

You let the muley boolay

Now don't you be no foolay

You let the bon ton rouler.

[The Inside of Outside]

Wallflowers - I've been delivered:

 

I love this song!

[froggie]

I love this song!

 

i didnt think anyone knows it!

[PopTodd]

Home in My Hand

Well, went down to the Greyhound Station

To catch an outbound dog

I got my ticket from a man

He said, Son you wanna check your bags?

I said, No thank you sir, I carry my home right in my hand

 

I got my home in my hand, and I'm a travellin' man

When I need a woman, I want a one-night stand

Yeah, I move pretty quick cause I got my home in my hand

 

I don't know what makes me ramble

And I guess I really don't care

I feed one mouth, and that's my own

Well, just like trouble you can find me

On the corner of any two streets

Smoking up weed and sitting on my own

 

I got my home in my hand, and I'm a travellin' man

When I need a woman, I want a one-night stand

Yeah, I move pretty quick cause I got my home in my hand

 

Got my home in my hand, and I'm a travellin' man

When I meet a woman, I want a one-night stand

Yeah, I move pretty quick cause I got my home in my hand

 

I got my home, my home in my hand

I got my home, and I'm a travellin' man

I got my home, my home in my hand

I got my home in my hand, and I'm a travellin' man

I got my home, and I'm a traveling man

I got a home in my hand, and I'm a travellin' man

I got my home, my home in my hand

I got my home in my hand, and I'm travellin' man, oh

[PopTodd]

The Pogues - A PAIR OF BROWN EYES

 

One summer evening drunk to hell

I stood there nearly lifeless

An old man in the corner sang

Where the water lilies grow

And on the jukebox Johnny sang

About a thing called love

And it's how are you kid and what's your name

And how would you bloody know?

In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky

I lay down on the ground

And the arms and legs of other men

Were scattered all around

Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed

Then prayed and bled some more

And the only thing that I could see

Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me

But when we got back, labeled parts one to three

There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

 

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

For a pair of brown eyes

 

I looked at him he looked at me

All I could do was hate him

While Ray and Philomena sang

Of my elusive dream

I saw the streams, the rolling hills

Where his brown eyes were waiting

And I thought about a pair of brown eyes

That waited once for me

So drunk to hell I left the place

Sometimes crawling sometimes walking

A hungry sound came across the breeze

So I gave the walls a talking

And I heard the sounds of long ago

From the old canal

And the birds were whistling in the trees

Where the wind was gently laughing

 

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go

For a pair of brown eyes

[tkleist]

Pearl Jam - untitled

 

she said to me, over the phone

she wanted to see other people

i thought, "well then, look around, they're everywhere"

said that she was confused...

i thought, "darling, join the club"

24 years old, mid-life crisis

nowadays hits you when you're young

i hung up, she called back, i hung up again

the process had already started

at least it happened quick

i swear, i died inside that night

my friend, he called

i didn't mention a thing

the last thing he said was, "be sound"

sound...

i contemplated an awful thing, i hate to admit

i just thought those would be such appropriate last words

but i'm still here

and small

so small.. how could this struggle seem so big?

so big...

while the palms in the breeze still blow green

and the waves in the sea still absolute blue

but the horror

every single thing i see is a reminder of her

never thought i'd curse the day i met her

and since she's gone and wouldn't hear

who would care? what good would that do?

but i'm still here

so i imagine in a month...or 12

i'l be somewhere having a drink

laughing at a stupid joke

or just another stupid thing

and i can see myself stopping short

drifting out of the present

sucked by the undertow and pulled out deep

and there i am, standing

wet grass and white headstones all in rows

and in the distance there's one, off on its own

so i stop, kneel

my new home...

and i picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene

sip my drink til the ice hits my lip

order another round

and that's it for now

sorry

never been too good at happy endings...

[froggie]

Nightshift

Commodores

Music & Lyrics : F. Golde - W. Orange - D. Lambert

 

Marvin, he was a friend of mine

And he could sing a song

His heart in every line

Marvin sang of the joy and pain

He opened up our minds

And I still can hear him say

Aw talk to me so you can see

What's going on

Say you will sing your songs

Forevermore (evermore)

 

Gonna be some sweet sounds

Coming down on the nightshift

I bet you're singing proud

Oh I bet you'll pull a crowd

Gonna be a long night

It's gonna be all right

On the nightshift

Oh you found another home

I know you're not alone

On the nightshift

 

Jackie (Jackie), hey what'you doing now

It seems like yesterday

When we were working out

Jackie (Jackie, oh) you set

The world on fire

You came and gifted us

Your love it lifted us

Higher and higher

Keep it up and

We'll be there

At your side

Oh say you will sing

Your songs forevermore (evermore)

 

Gonna be some sweet sounds

Coming down on the nightshift

I bet you're singing proud

Oh I bet you'll pull a crowd

Gonna be a long night

It's gonna be all right

On the nightshift

Oh you found another home

I know you're not alone

On the nightshift

 

Gonna miss your sweet voice

That soulful voice

On the nightshift

We all remember you

Ooh the songs are coming through

At the end of a long day

It's gonna be okay

On the nightshift

You found another home

I know you're not alone

On the nightshift

[Oil Can Boyd]

Magnetic Fields - 100,000 Fireflies

 

I have a mandolin

I play it all night long

It makes me want to kill myself

 

I also have a dobro

Made in some mountain range

Sounds like a mountain range in love

 

But when I turn up the tone

On my electric guitar

 

I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me

I went out to the forest and caught

A hundred thousand fireflies

As they ricochet round the room

They remind me of your starry eyes

Someone else's might not have made me so sad

But this is the worst night I ever had

'cause I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me

 

You won't be happy with me,

But give me one more chance

You won't be happy anyway

 

Why do we still live here

In this repulsive town?

All our friends are in New York

 

Why do we keep shrieking,

when we mean soft things?

We should be whispering all the time...

[lizish]

 

Frank Turner - St Christopher Is Coming Home

 

Monday morning, comes a crawling in

From another weekend choked with cigarettes and sin

I've been busy, so much lately

That every time I get some time to spend

I end up drunk or sleeping in

And I miss you, you're busy too

We call each other up, when we're messed up

And say we'll meet in the New Year

But it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thing

Come the spring

 

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end

Yeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends

 

Friday evening, barely even begins

Before my phone begins to ring with people asking where I am

And I can't suppress a smile, we talk a while

The chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the plan

And that's how I miss out, on another night

The kind of night where nothing really happens

Yeah but everything goes down

And at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phone

When I'm in town

 

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my days

And I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stay

When my wandering meanderings have finally reached their end

Yeah whatever else maybe may my friends remember me

[lizish]

 

 

The Last And - John K Samson

 

 

 

 

 

So I’m the first one in again

 

With the quite and window growing snow

 

When I hear the furnace rouse itself

 

From its slumber somehow suddenly I know

 

As my eyes stop someone curled up in my lesson plan

 

That I’m just your little ampersand

 

 

 

When you voice springs from the intercom

 

With announcements and reminders and prayer

 

I remember how you made me feel

 

I was funny

 

I was thoughtful

 

I was rare

 

But like the jokes about my figure

 

Kids think I don’t understand

 

I’m just your little ampersand

 

 

 

After Christmas holidays

 

You never ask to drive me home again

 

Sometimes in the staff room I

 

Catch your eye

 

Why’d it have to end

 

But I know from how you worry at your wedding band

 

That I’m just your little ampersand

 

 

 

At the last conjunction after every other and

 

I was just you little ampersand

 

 

[lizish]

 

John K Samson - Heart of the Continent

 

North wind sinks

the fence around a lot full of debris

near the corner of Memorial and Me

Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place

There's a terrified reflection of my face

All alone at the gleaming knife display

in the army surplus sales.

As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails.

Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bags

peer at me from the crumpled dark.

Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light

and then leak across the body of tonight.

While rain and thunder drop and roll,

then stop short of a storm

Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born.

As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door,

just another door that won't open for me anymore?

the exit red gets brighter then blinks off,

presses me into

the crumpled dark.

There's a billboard by the highway

that says 'Welcome to'

'Bienvenue'

but no sign to show you when you go away.

And our demolitions punctuate

all we mean to say, then leave too late.

So I'll make my shaky exclamation mark

with a hand full of

the crumpled dark.

[kidsmoke]

Those are wonderful lyrics!

[lizish]

Those are wonderful lyrics!

 

D - you heard the song?

 

I'm on one of Weakerthans binge's after seeing Samson last weekend. It was among the best concerts in recent memory. Front Row. Got to talk to John while out for a walk. and then this as the encore:

 

 

wish the light was a bit better.

 

Virtute the Cat Explains her Departure

 

It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt

And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go"

For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street

And your anger pleading in an uncertain key

Singing the sound of you that you found for me

 

When the winter took the tips of my ears

Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide

And when the voices die, I emerged to watched abandoned machines

Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way

I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer

How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear

You make the sound that you found for me

 

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,

Let you brush my matted fur

How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping

Shallow breathing made me purr

 

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound

[Sweet Papa Crimbo]

Fatman and Bockscar...Here comes your man indeed

 

 

Outside there's a box car waiting

Outside the family store

Out by the fire breathing

Outside we wait 'til face turns blue

I know the nervous walking

I know the dirty beard hangs

Out by the box car waiting

Take me away to nowhere plains

There is a wait so long

(So long, so long)

You never wait so long

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man!

 

Big shake on the box car moving

Big shake to the land that's falling down

Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing

A big, big stone fall and break my crown

There is a wait so long

(So long, so long)

You'll never wait so long

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

 

There is a wait so long

(So long, so long)

You'll never wait so long

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

[lizish]

 

 

Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette Sam Weakerthans

 

 

 

 

You’ll recall from the saga of Grenter’s last stand at Grengie

 

How his grip on the sword made his enemies cut off his hand

 

 

 

If he fled here instead and then tasted this terrible coffee

 

Had to read all these letters you send, he would lay the blade down

 

 

 

And it’s Halloween

 

Skinny Ghosts dressed like Cowboys in rest

 

At the railing by my door

 

On their way from the Children’s Ward

 

 

 

Bev Munroe and his Panama Valley boys play at the party

 

And I practice my English on nurses. ‘Oh that’s a nice mail’

 

 

 

And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the X-rays

 

Say I shouldn’t show anyone anything every again

 

 

 

In another year.

 

I’ll be buried or shivering here

 

Coughing at the gray spittoon

 

Painted orange by the harvest moon.

 

 

 

Pack up Mother’s clothes

 

Drive her down to the new Bentel Hall

 

Sell to the boat to Larrensson

 

And then go stand up straight in the place you’re longing for

 

And don’t write to me anymore.

 

 

[skybats]

Bedhead - Crushing

 

To be crushed is not to be, hidden and left to recover

It's to be left untouched, unable to pass from one place to another

 

To be crushed is not to be, held down by some minor influence

It's to be left alone, with nothing that understands

 

To be drowning is not to be, suffering some cruel fate

It should be taken as a blessing, and maybe even a gift from god

 

But I have never seen him give anything away

and I have never known him to have anything to say

Which is why I have never felt any real need to pray

[kidsmoke]

D - you heard the song?

 

I'm on one of Weakerthans binge's after seeing Samson last weekend. It was among the best concerts in recent memory. Front Row. Got to talk to John while out for a walk. and then this as the encore:

 

 

wish the light was a bit better.

 

Virtute the Cat Explains her Departure

 

It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt

And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go"

For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street

And your anger pleading in an uncertain key

Singing the sound of you that you found for me

 

When the winter took the tips of my ears

Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide

And when the voices die, I emerged to watched abandoned machines

Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way

I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer

How I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear

You make the sound that you found for me

 

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,

Let you brush my matted fur

How I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping

Shallow breathing made me purr

 

But I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound that you found for me

I can't remember the sound

 

In answer to your question, T., no I haven't heard "Heart of the Continent"

 

Poor Virtute.