I have been diggin' the Brit Pop. This is catchy.
Artist: Clearlake
Song: It's Getting Light Outside
No Lyrics yet boys and girls....
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Close Your Eyes
I have been diggin' the Brit Pop. This is catchy.
Artist: Clearlake
Song: It's Getting Light Outside
No Lyrics yet boys and girls....
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Ashes to Ashes
Beck Silhouette
I appreciate the Beck. I respect how the man can make an album sound like several different genres of music. This song is one of my favorite tunes and driven by that thick bottom bass line. Reflect.
Artist: Beck
Song: Paper Tiger
Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No more cinders from the sky
All the laws of creation
Tell a dead man how to die
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
Looking through a broken diamond
To make the past what it should be
Through the ruins and the weather
Capsized boats in the sea
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
We're just holding on to nothing
To see how long nothing lasts
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
There's one road to the morning
There's one road to the truth
There's one road back to civilization
But there's no road back to you....
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Compliment
Stephen Malkmus, Connect Festival
Every time this song comes up on a play list or randomly in my life I smile. It makes me think of good times with friends and question why on Earth Pavement doesn't sell more albums than Brittany Spears. Seriously. I think Stephen Malkmus has a great way with words. Never knew that Gypsy children wore electric dresses (They're Insane). One day I hope to be a light.
Artist: Pavement
Song: You Are A Light
Tangled in the midst of all the trust
the way you pissed inside
the brain file technology drives.
Show me you dots now.
Who was it that said the world
was mainly all divorces and spare change?
Let's lethalize our slingshots and swallow propane.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
Senior year abroad i ripped the pea out of the pod.
In store for three months of exile in spain.
Where was the danger?
Watch out for the gypsy children in electric dresses
they're insane.
I hear they live in crematoriums
and smoke your remains.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
You are the liiiight. The calm in the day.
I drive a stick. Gotta love it. Automatic.
Oh everybody's gotta ride in something.
High life, lived, comatosed him! Bring it on in.
I hope it arrives by monday.
Dry ice, skid, button the strippers and ??????
I have to die on sunday!
I rake in, laundry-matt spenders, and ??????
Who rolls with the isolater.
Gotta roll cause i am the isolater.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Cry Baby
Ryan Adams, Cambridge Corn Exchange 2006
[via FoxyTunes / Ryan Adams]
Cry baby is always how I hear people describe Ryan Adams. I have read stories of him walking off stage when an announcer accidentally calling him "Bryan Adams", as well as stories of him yelling at fans at his concerts for calling out songs they want to hear. Whatever his reputation I firmly believe that when he gets a song right he is one of the most gifted writers of our time. This is one of my favorite tunes of all time. Emmy Lou singing backup makes this haunting. Enjoy.
Artist: Ryan Adams
Song: Oh My Sweet Carolina
I went down to Houston
And I stopped in San 'Antone
I passed up the station for the bus
I was trying to find me something
But I wasn't sure just what
Man I ended up with pockets full of dust
So I went on to Cleveland and I ended up insane
I bought a borrowed suit and learned to dance
I was spending money like the way it likes to rain
Man I ended up with pockets full of cane
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
I ain't never been to Vegas, but I gambled up my life
Building newsprint boats I race to sewer mains
Was trying to find me something but I wasn't sure just what
Funny how they say that “some things never change”
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
Up here in the city feels like things are closing in
The sunset's just my light bulb burning out
I miss KENTUCKY and I miss my family
All the sweetest winds they blow across the south
Oh my sweet Carolina
What compels me to go?
Oh my sweet disposition
May you one day carry me home
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