Sunday, December 9, 2007

HE is Legend

Eric Clapton Aug. 15, 1975

Eric Clapton Aug. 15, 1975

[via FoxyTunes / Eric Clapton]



It's not everyday I come across an Eric Clapton song I haven't heard. Guitar + Horns = Awesome. This stone cold groove is righteous! Enjoy...





Artist: Eric Clapton
Song: Lonesome and A Long Way From Home

Out on an open highway,
Such a lovely day but something's wrong.
Something, something's gotta be wrong.

I just left home this morning,
This old road keeps rolling on and on.
Rolling, rolling on and on.

Won't somebody help me?
Won't somebody help me?
Won't somebody help me?
I've never been so lonesome and long way from home,
Never been lonesome and long way,
Never been lonesome and long way from home.

Chorus

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Chicks

The Stills, at Dawson College benefit concert aims to send a message to the whole community

The Stills, at Dawson College benefit concert aims to send a message to the whole community

[via FoxyTunes / The Stills]



Sometimes you know that you shouldn't like a song or a band because..well because they are just too damn catchy. The Stills are a case study of this problem for me. They are polished, cool, and write a really good hook a little too Matchbox 20 for me. Usually I run for zee hills. The album this song came from became one of my favorites last year, and really the only reason they aren't a guilty pleasure is because nobody else has heard of them. So I can lower my indie standards secretly. Love the baseline on this one.




Song:Gender Bombs
Artist:The Stills

brains on a brick wall
when gender bombs they fall
the sordid way her loaded phrases infiltrate your skull

the images are strong
impulses are strong
and logic will break your heart forever
be brave

massive suicide dreams
the feel warm and long
the girl will school you
the girl will...

could this be the gaining force
of ten loves in a row
drunken sunday evenings
will just be innuendos

massive suicide dreams
that feel warm and long
the girl will school you
the girl will school you
the girl will screw you
the girl will screw you
the girl will school you
the girl will screw you
the girl will screw you
the girl will screw you



Sunday, November 18, 2007

Autumn

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[via FoxyTunes / Pernice Brothers]



This song sounds a little melancholy because it is. "I'm not depressed but I want to be" is the message I keep getting. I think there is a small amount of hope in the lyrics so I am going to keep my head up and out of the oven. Enjoy

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Song: There Goes the Sun
Artist: Pernice Brothers

now always, i wait for you
to take this pale opaque and let some light go through
kicked the life from me, left a headless drum
crushed the rabbit cage of my skeleton
overload on "lets get lost"
scratched your farewell couplet in my window frost
kicked the life from me and non better comes
till one better comes, there goes the sun.

hope theres love where you may land
let this frost heave open up and take me in
kick this life from me till one better comes
till one better comes, there goes the sun

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Public Service Announcement

Bunf&Gruff

Bunf&Gruff

[via FoxyTunes / Super Furry Animals]



I just wanted to say that I am glad that someone finally wrote a song about something we are all afraid of. Those babies have always got their eyes on my stash! At least now, with this tune, you can remember to keep those stash stealin' babies at bay! I am trying a new service for my little player. Let me know what you think.

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Song: Baby Ate My Eightball
Artisit: Super Furry Animals

Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.
Frothing at the mouth ascending to heaven.
Mental note to self:
Keep in safe place away from harm.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.
Frothing at the mouth ascending to heaven.
See you on the other side.
Sorry to cut your life so short.
Mental note to self:
Keep in safe place away from harm.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.
Frothing at the mouth ascending to heaven.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.
Baby, baby, baby.
Baby ate my eight ball.