Friday, October 31, 2008

Take off your sunglasses - Ezra Furman and the Harpoons

My baby went out with her family to a ski resort in Colorado
Well she put on her skis and she slid down hill
Yeah she slid downhill in her bright red mufflers
My baby went out with her family to a ski resort in Colorado
And left me all along for a couple of weeks,
Well she called me up, she said I love you in the middle of the night
I said In the middle of the night everybody loves everybody else these days
She said Oh, in the middle of the day I love you very much
I said Everybody loves each other these days

I said I don't ever get to go on any vacations
I said I've gotta go to work every day
I said You get to slide downhill in your bright red mufflers
She said I love you, oh I love you in the middle of the day,
and she said

Take off your sunglasses
I don't wanna take my sunglasses
Take off your sunglasses
I said baby the sun is bright
I need my sunglasses

And then I woke up in the middle of the night
one night and I felt so unworthy
I said I woke up in the middle of the night
one night and I felt so unworthy
It didn't bother me too much, I think I am unworthy
And everybody's unworthy of everybody else these days
Everybody's unworthy of everybody else these days
And I don't need to think about things I don't want to think about
She called me up in the middle of the day
She said I love you in the middle of the night
I said In the middle of the night
everybody loves everybody else in the middle of the day
She said

Take off your sunglasses
I don't wanna take my sunglasses
Take off your sunglasses
I said why don't you take off your sunglasses
She said I already have

I don't want to think about
things I don't want to think about in the middle of the night
In the middle of the day I don't want to think about
things I don't want to think about in the middle of the night
I don't want to think about it
I don't want to think about it
I don't want to take off my sunglasses

Everybody's unworthy and
Everybody loves everybody else and
Everybody takes off their sunglasses
Oh baby I don't want to fall into the patterns
Oh baby, she said

Take off your sunglasses
I don't wanna take my sunglasses
Take off your sunglasses
I said that's like me asking you to take out your shoelaces
So she took out her shoelaces

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Missed the Boat - Modest Mouse

While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ears
Don't worry, you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well, we know we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh, please just last

Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well, nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying, "Yes, this is a fine promotion"
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
But we just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well, we didn't need the water
But we just built that good goddamn

Oh, and I know this of myself
I'd assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bells

Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well, we knew we'd missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just danced at our own wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting, drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves

Monday, October 13, 2008

State of Grace


Unjustly overlooked film. What a fucking starcast !!!

Sex is on Fire - Kings of Leon

Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching

All the commotion
the kiddie like play
Has people talking
Talking

You
Your sex is on fire

The dark of the alley
The break of the day
The head while I'm driving
I'm driving

Soft lips are open
Knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying

You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I can just taste it
Taste it

If it's not forever
If it's just tonight
Oh it's still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

You
Your sex is on fire
You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire
And You
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Love is Noise - The Verve

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
And the corridors that go on and on and on

I was blind - couldn't see
We are one incomplete
I was blind - in the city
Waiting for light wind to be saved
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?

I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again, again, again, again

Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again


Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on