Continued from Part 3.
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‘What Have You Learned?’, by Carbon Leaf. Also known as the smartest breakup song ever. Has an interesting rolling chorus composition… Something like two verses, depending upon how you divide it. It’s hard to separate. Super catchy. I could see it turned into a jam session very easily. Anyway:
‘What have you learned, can you remember?
What would you like for me to do?
Everything you need from me is in your hands, and
Everything else is up to you.
You’re like a butterfly on a windy day-
You use directions in a roundabout way.
What have you learned?
Now that you’ve been burned by the guy
Who used to be the centre of your eye
And you’re blown away by your own hurricane
And you wonder why…
Castaway and you’re looking through the wreckage for your pride
But you can’t salvage what you don’t supply.
What have you learned?
Now that you’ve been burned by the girl
Who used to be the centre of your world
Who used to be your centre of gravity
And now you’re so unsure…
You’re like a squirrel out in the middle of the road-
You’re halfway there, but don’t know which way to go.
What have you learned?
Now that you’ve been burned by the one
Who used to be the one and only
If you could see your sinking dignity…
You’re like the waves beating on the sandy shore-
You swear you’ve been there once or twice before.
What have you learned?
What have you learned?
What have you learned?
What have you learned, can you remember?
Now that they don’t know what to do?
Now that they miss your heart of gold so badly-
This is what I’d say if I were you.
It’s in a treasure chest; it’s buried in the sand
But the x does not mark the spot, and I do not need a hand
And if I burst out into flames without your guidance anymore
Just scatter me across the sea, and you can kiss my ashes from the shore…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na na…
Na na na na…
Na na na na na…’
-A
Break up songs? I prefer Seventy Times Seven, by Brand New. It works for ex-friends or ex-girlfriends/boyfriends.
Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know
Like how to deal with despair
or someone breakin your heart
For twelve years I’ve held it all together
but a night like this is beggin to pull me apart
I played it quiet left you deep in conversation
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen
I remember I kept thinking
that I know you never would
And now I know I want to kill you
like only a best friend could
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
Everyone’s caught on to…
As if it happening wasn’t enough
I got to go and write a song
just to remind myself how bad it sucked
Ignore the sun, covers over my head
Wrote a message on my pillow that says
“Jesse, stay asleep in bed”
Don’t apologize (I hope you choke and die!)
Search your cell for something which to hang yourself
They say you need to pray
if you want to go to heaven
But they don’t tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to Hell!
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
Everyone’s caught on to…
Everyone’s caught on to
(and I can’t let you let me down again)
everything you do
Everyone’s caught on to…
(and I can’t let you let me down again)
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish
I’ve seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there’s ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield
Is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let’s end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say “best friends” means friends forever
Is that what you call a getaway?!!
Tell me what you got away with!!
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish!!
I’ve seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids!!
Have another drink and drive yourself home!!
I hope there’s ice on all the roads!!
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield!!
(I can’t let you let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
(and I can’t let you let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to…
(I can’t let you let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to everything you do
(and I can’t let you let me down again)
Everyone’s caught on to…
Since we’re talking about breakup songs… What Have You Learned? may be the smartest, but this… I think this is probably the most emotional, if you’re in a situation in which you’re still in love and they’re not.
‘Something always brings me back to you…
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do-
I still feel you here ’til the moment I’m gone.
You hold me without touch;
Keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel your rain…
Set me free;
Leave me be.
I don’t wanna fall another moment into your gravity…
Here I am,
and I stand
So tall- just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re onto me… And all over me.
You loved me ’cause I’m fragile-
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while-
And all my fragile strength is gone…
Set me free;
Leave me be.
I don’t wanna fall another moment into your gravity…
Here I am,
and I stand
So tall- just the way I’m supposed to be.
But you’re onto me… And all over me.
I live here on my knees as I
Try to make you see that you’re
Everything I think I need,
Here on the ground.
But you’re neither friend nor foe, though I
Can’t seem to let you go…
The one thing that I still know is that you’re keeping me
Down- you’re keeping me down…
But you’re onto me- onto me and all over…
Something always brings me back to you…
It never takes too long.’
-A
Sara Bareilles may have saved my life. <3
This isn’t exactly a break-up song, but, it has the best line about unrequited love ever written. You’re So Last Summer by Taking Back Sunday:
She said
“Don’t, don’t let it go to your head
Boys like you are dime a dozen
Boys like you are dime a dozen”
She said
“You’re a touch overrated,
You’re a lush and I hate it,
But these grass stains on my knees
They won’t mean a thing”
And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I’m something you’ll be missing
(is that I’m something that you’re missing)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that part
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that…
I’d never lie to you
Unless I had to I’ll do what I got to
Unless I had to I’ll do what I got to, the truth
Is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I’d apologize for bleeding on your shirt
And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I’m something you’ll be missing
(is that I’m something that you’re missing)
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that part
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that…
Cause I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be the last chance you get to drop my name
Cause I’m a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This’ll be the last chance you get to drop my name
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (Maybe I should…)
If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar (…hate you for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
HOLY CAKE I LOVE THAT SONG. (Diamonds and Rust, Joan Baez, if someone doesn’t know)
Isn’t her voice gorgeous? I’ve been completely enamored with it for a few months now.
Okay, these are the best song lyrics ever. I just took a small excerpt so that your brains don’t explode when you see the lyrical awesome of them.
—
7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein’ everything, the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Kickin’ in the front seat
Sittin’ in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It’s Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin’ down on Friday
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the weekend
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the weekend
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin’)
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after…wards
I don’t want this weekend to end
—
*cackle*
Urg…I was about to post this. Darn you, Beedle.
*brain explodes anyways*
I have an IRL friend who actually loves this song…*shudder* The weird thing is everything else on her iPod is rock or some form of it.
RUSHIN RUSSIAN EVERYBODY’S RUSSIAN
COMRADE
Best song about a friend who uses drugs ever written. In my humble opinion. Born to Bleed, by my favorite band, A Thorn For Every Heart.
Some people think that you’re a bore now
Because you live your life in a haze
But who to try and tell you how
How you should spend the best of your days
And you never dream cuz you’re barely sleeping
But still you keep your head in the clouds
You never come back down
Oh whoa whoa whoa
You’ve never really been one for complaining
You’ve always kept your pain to yourself
Bottled up inside it bothers no one else
But really there’s just no one to tell
If you’re getting high then why do you feel so damn low
I think it’s getting out of control
The fuse is burning slow but still about to blow
I think it’s getting out of control
And you never dream cuz you’re barely sleeping
But still you keep your head in the clouds
You never come back down
Never come back down
Oh whoa whoa whoa
I get the feeling you were born to bleed
Yeah I’ve heard the story that you’re down on your luck
Can bet you feel like your stuck
Well now enough is enough
Cuz only you can make it better
Only you can make it stop
Living in the moment but you’re racing the clock for sure
If you’re getting high then why do you feel so damn low
I think it’s getting out of control
The fuse is burning slow but still about to blow
I think it’s getting out of control
And you never dream cuz you’re barely sleeping
But still you keep your head in the clouds
You never come back down
Never come back down
Back down
This is what you get you get a hole in your head
A hole that matches your chest so that we never forget
This is what you get the only place feel safe
A cold empty heart, one filled with regret
Regret (I get the feeling you were born to bleed)
This is the last time the very last time
One will make it better and one will make it stop
Your pulse is racing your stomach tied in knots
Blood cells in your body now they gather to clot
Staring in the mirror it has never been clearer
Eyes are dilated you can see what you’ve created
Staring in the mirror it has never been clearer
Living in the moment it is the minute your heart stops
And you never dream cuz you’re barely sleeping
But still you keep your head in the clouds
You never come back down
Never come back down
This is what you get you get a hole in your head
A hole that matches your chest so that we never forget
This is what you get the only place feel safe
A cold empty heart, filled with regret
Bright Blue Rose.
I skimmed across black water, without once submerging
Onto the banks of an urban morning
That hungers the first light, much much more
Than mountains ever do.
And she like a ghost beside me, goes down with the ease of a dolphin
And emerges unlearned, unshamed, unharmed
For she is the perfect creature, natural in every feature
And I am the geek with the alchemists’ stone.
For all of you who must discover,
For all who seek to understand,
For having left the path of others
You find a very special hand.
And it is a holy thing, and it is a precious time
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
For all of you who must discover
For all who seek to understand,
For having left the path of others
You find a very special hand.
And it is a holy thing
And it is the only way
Forget-me-nots among the snow, it’s always been and so it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
One bright blue rose outlives all those
Two thousand years and still it goes
To ponder his death and his life eternally.
(My apologies for any errors, copied+pasted off lyrics site.)
“You got the shades on your eyes and your heels so high that you can’t even have a good time”
Jessie J, Price Tag. I’m probably going to get married to her.
Boston and St. John by Great Big Sea
(Aside from the verse about the suitors, this is a little bit what I’m feeling right now. Only instead of roving it’s just the usual living 400 miles apart deal.)
Girl, don’t tell me that it’s morning,
Can we keep the curtains drawn?
I haven’t given you fair warning,
But our ship, she sails at dawn.
And it’s true I must be going,
But I swear I won’t be long;
There isn’t that much ocean
Between Boston and St. John.
I’m a rover and I’m bound to sail away,
I’m a rover, can you love me anyway?
If some suitor comes approaching
Will you let him through your door?
But if I return half broken,
Will you still want me anymore?
And it’s true I must be going,
But I swear I won’t be long;
There isn’t that much ocean
Between Boston and St. John.
Close your eyes and dream,
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you want,
Just tell me that you’ll wait for me.
But oh, don’t tell me that it’s morning,
Can we keep the curtains drawn?
I haven’t given you fair warning,
But our ship, she sails at dawn.
And it’s true I must be going,
But I swear I won’t be long;
There isn’t that much ocean
Between Boston and St. John
I’m a rover and I’m bound to sail away,
I’m a rover, can you love me anyway?
Promise, the post-fireworks leaving music played at EPCOT:
Every evening
Brings an ending
Every day becomes a legacy
Every sunset
Leads to morning
With the promise of opportunity
We can reach for the stars we find along the way,
Dreaming as we learn to love every day
Promise, you will take my hand
As tomorrow comes-
We’ll go on
We’ll go on
Growing closer through the years
Moving on
Through the good times and the tears
Ever on
Another thousand circles ’round the sun
If two can be as one
We’ll go on
There is music,
If you listen
In the rhythm of each breath we take
Destinations,
Undiscovered
Revelations, from every choice we make
And I know-
There are diamonds dancing in the sky
All we have to do Is open our eyes
Promise-
We’ll walk side by side
As a new day dawns
We’ll go on
We’ll go on
Growing closer through the years.
Moving on,
Through the good times and the tears.
Ever on,
Another thousand circles ’round the sun.
A new life has begun,
The two of us as one-
We’ll go on.
Moving on,
Through the good times and the tears.
Ever on,
Another thousand circles ’round the sun.
A new life has begun
When two of us are one
And we live to keep the promise-
We’ll go on
Ever on
We’ll go on
I feel like this thread needs to be fuller. I love everything John Mayer writes, just saying… but skeleton song by Kate Nash is so beautiful. It’s about imaginary friends
Skeleton you are my friend
But you are made of bone
And you have got no flesh and blood
Running through you to help protect the bone
Skeleton we have been friends for years
And you have seen me through some trials
And tribulations and some tears
But everybody thinks I’m weird
And I should have known
That it wouldn’t be long
Until you, you’ve got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it’s not that I’m letting go of you
But I don’t know what to do
Skeleton we are so close
But you have got no body
So why do you insist on wearing clothes
Skeleton when we were young
It was easy
Even though the other kids
They would tease me
But I was only seven I had you
But now I’m twenty-two
And now it’s different, when I take you out
And you, you’ve got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
And it’s not that I’m letting go of you
But I don’t know what to do
‘Cause sometimes at night,
I dream of the most terrible things
I take a hammer and I creep out of bed
And I raise it high
And I smash your head
Fibular and tubular
And ribs and cages, too
In fact, while I’m here
I’ll smash the whole of you
Smaaaaaaaaaaash !
But Skeleton, you are my friend
And I could never bring your life to an end
Yes Skeleton you are, you are my friend
And I will be there for you until the end
And even though, when I take you out
You’ve got me, you’ve got me standing in an awkward position
With unwanted attention and a need for explanation
I could, I could never let you go
And that is all I know
And that is all I know
And that is all I, that is all I know
And that is all I know, know
“Mission”, by Rush:
Hold your fire,
Keep it burning bright
Hold the flame ’til the dream ignites
A spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission
I hear their passionate music
Read the words that touch my heart
I gaze at their feverish pictures
The secrets that set them apart
When I feel the powerful visions
Their fire has made alive
I wish I had that instinct
I wish I had that drive
Spirits fly on dangerous missions
Imaginations on fire
Focused high on soaring ambitions
Consumed in a single desire
In the grip of a nameless possession
A slave to the drive of obsession
A spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission.
I watch their images flicker
Bringing light to a lifeless screen
I walk through their beautiful buildings
And I wish I had their dreams
But dreams don’t need to have motion
To keep their spark alive
Obsession has to have action
Pride turns on the drive
It’s cold comfort
To the ones without it
To know how they struggled
How they suffered about it
If their lives were exotic and strange
They would likely have gladly exchanged them
For something a little more plain
Maybe something a little more sane
We each pay a fabulous price
For our visions of paradise
But a spirit with a vision is a dream
With a mission.
(I’ve had the chorus to this stuck in my head ALL DAY.)
Black Davie’s Ride
Black Davie’s riding down the highway
Thinking of silver, thinking of gold
Wondering why all the nights are so cold
Who will you be with when you are old?
Highwayman, highwayman what do you dream?
Are you a gentleman serving the queen?
Are you a rich man, servants by your side,
Or do you dream of another man’s bride?
Her hair was dark and all pinned up with gold,

Her lips were red, and her eyes were so bold.

You thought to have her, but the price would be your soul.

What kind of woman takes money to hold?

Chorus
When nights were warmer and your soul was young,

There were so many things you would not have done,

But when you dance all night and sing the songs you’ve sung–

You pay the piper, and now the time has come…

Chorus



You’ve stolen silver and gold at her command,

You’ve given everything you had to make her stand,

But you could never steal enough to win her hand–

And now she’s married and left you to hang!

Chorus
Someone You’d Admire, by Fleet Foxes:
After all is said and done I feel the same
All that I hoped would change within me stayed
Like a huddled moonlit exile on the shore
Warming his hands, a thousand years ago
I walk with others in me yearning to get out
Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout
One of them wants only to be someone you’d admire
One would as soon just throw you on the fire
After all is said and after all is done
God only knows which of them I’ll become
My life makes sense now. So does the mishmash of posters in my room.
If I Had a Boat
Lyle Lovett
If I had a boat I’d go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat.
If I were Roy Rogers
I’d sure enough be single
I couldn’t bring myself to marrying old Dale
It’d just be me and trigger
We’d go riding through them movies
Then we’d buy a boat and on the sea we’d sail.
And if I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat.
The mystery masked man was smart
He got himself a Tonto
‘Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free.
But Tonto he was smarter
And one day said “kemo sabe
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
I’m going out to sea.”
And if I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat.
And if I were like lightning
I wouldn’t need no sneakers.
I’d come and go wherever I would please.
And I’d scare ’em by the shade tree,
And I’d scare ’em by the light pole,
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea.
If I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean,
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
And we could all together
Go out on the ocean
Me upon my pony on my boat.
Fiddler-I adore Lyle Lovett! That song makes me nostalgic.
Natalie Merchant- Thick as Thieves
Remember how it all began,
The apple and the fall of man
The price we paid,
So the people say.
Down a path of shame it led us
Dared to bite the hand that fed us
The fairy tale,
The moral end,
The wheel of fortune
Never turns again.
The worst of it has come and gone
In the chaos of millennium,
In the falling out of the doomsday crowd.
Their last retreat is moving slow,
They burn their bridges as they go,
The heretic is beatified,
He’ll teach the harlot’s child to smile.
Wracked again by indecision,
Should we make that small incision,
Testify to the bleeding heart inside?
We cut, we scratched
We rent, we slashed
And when he opened up at last
Found a cul-de-sac
Deep and black
Of smoke and ash
The wicked king of parody
Is kissing all his enemies,
On the seventh day,
Of the seventh week.
The tyrant’s voice is softer now,
But just for one forgiving hour,
Before the rise of his
Iron fist again
I’ve come tonight,
I’ve come to know
The way we are,
The way we’ll go
Come to measure this
The width of the wide abyss
I come to you in restless sleep
Where all your dreams turn bitter-sweet
With voodoo doll philosophies
And Day-Glo holy trinities
The crooked raft that leaves the shore
Ferries drunken souls aboard
Pilgrims march to Compostela,
Visions of their saint in yellow
All follow deep in trance,
Lost in a catatonic dance
Know no future
Damn the past
Blind, warm, ecstatic
Safe at last…
For Emma
Bon Iver
Narrator:
(So apropos:
Saw death on a sunny snow)
Him:
“For every life…”
Her:
“Forego the parable.”
Him:
“Seek the light.”
Her:
“…My knees are cold.”
(Running home, running home, running home, running home…)
Her:
“Go find another lover;
To bring a… to string along!”
“With all your lies,
You’re still very lovable.”
“I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.”
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I rewatched Fooly Cooly a few days ago, and for some reason I connected this song to it, wherein “Him” is Naota and “Her” is Mamimi. It fits, strangely. Not sure why I made the connection. Anyway, it’s a song.
And a ONE, and a TWO:
LAZY SUNDAY, WAKE UP IN THE LATE AFTERNOON
CALL PARNELL JUST TO SEE WHAT HE’S DOIN’
HELLO?
IS IT ME YOU’RE LOOKING FOR?
((Oops, wrong song.))
WHAT UP PARN?
YO SAMBERG, WHAT’S CRACKIN’?
YOU THINKIN’ WHAT I’M THINKIN’?
NARNIA!
MAN, IT’S HAPPENING!
(We may be two of the only people on here who know this song.)
BUT FIRST MY HUNGER PAINS ARE STICKIN’ LIKE DUCT TAPE
LET’S HIT UP MAGNOLIA AND MACK ON SOME CUPCAKES
NO DOUBT THAT BAKERY’S GOT ALL THE BOMB FROSTINGS!
(Tell ’em!)
I LOVE THOSE CUPCAKES LIKE MCADAMS LOVES GOSLING!
TWO!
NO, SIX!
NO, TWELVE!
BAKER’S DOZEN!
I TOLD YOU THAT I’M CRAZY FOR THOSE CUPCAKES, COUSIN!
YO, WHERE’S THE MOVIE PLAYING?
UPPER WEST SIDE, DUDE
And a one and a two:
“Well, you probably know by now, I was the one who wanted to fly…”
“I wanted to riide on that arrow of fire right up into heaven…”
“And I wanted to go for every man, every child, every mother of children…”
I wanted to carry the dreams of all people right up to the stars…
And I prayed that I’d find an answer there, or maybe I would find a song…
Giving a voice to all of the hearts that cannot be heard…
To all of the ones who live in fear, and all those who stand apart…
My being there would bring us a little step closer together…
They were flying for me, they were flying for every one…
They were trying to see a brighter day for each and every one…
They gave us their life, they gave us their spirit and all they could be
They were flying for me…
They were flying for me.
And I wanted to wish upon the Milky Way…
And dance upon a falling star,
I wanted to give myself…
And free myself, and join myself with it alllll…
*violins*
Given the chance to dream, it can be done…
The promise of tomorrow is real
Children of Spaceship Earth, the future belongs to us all…
She was flying for me.
She was flying for everyone.
She was trying to see…
A brighter day for each and every one.
She gave us her life, she gave us her spirit and all she could be.
She was flying for me…
JUST A SMALL TOWN GIRL
LIVIN’ IN A LOOONELY WOOOOOO-OOOORLD
TOOK A MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN’ ANYWHERE
JUST A CITY BOY
BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROIT
HE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOING A-NY-WHERE
A SINGER IN A SMOKEY ROOM
THE SMELL OF WINE AND CHEAP PERFUME
FOR A SMILE THEY COULD SHARE THE NIGHT
IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON
STRAN-GERS
WAI-TING
UUUP AND DOWN THE BOU-LE-VARD
THEIR SHADOWS!!!!
SEARCHING IN THE NIIIIIIIGHT!!!!
STREETLIGHT PEOPLE
LIVING JUST TO FIIIIIIIIND EMOOOOOTION
HI-DING
SOME-WHERE IN THE NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
DON’T STOP
BELIEVING
HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEEEEELING!
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
(Sing along!)
*sings*
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while…
But February made me shiver… with every paper I’d deliver…
Bad news on the doorstep …I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his.. widowed bride
But something touched me deeeeep inside.
the day
the MUUUUSSSIC died.
So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
I drove my Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, “This’ll be the day that I die.”
Well, did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Seriously. On my top 5 list of favorite lyrics.
Did you know this junkyard slave
isn’t even old enough to shave?
but he can use the force, they say.
Ah, did you see him hitting on the queen
though he’s just nine and she’s fourteen
yeah he’s probably going to marry her someday…
…wait. Wrong song, sorry.
Supposedly, Don McLean sometimes mixes up the lyrics of “American Pie” with “The Saga Begins” while he’s performing. And he wrote the original song.
When I was posting I considered saying what both of you just said. You mind readers, you.
Have to love how we all know this trivia and parody stuff. Ah, Museblog. How well you bring those alike in mind and spirit together.
Yes, we’re excellent at parodies. We can’t write a badly cliched teen vampire novel without infusing it with Daleks.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE FILLY, AND THE SUN WAS GOING DOOOOOOOOWN
THE DARKNESS AND THE SHADOWS, THEY WOULD ALWAYS MAKE ME FROOOOOOWN
I’D HIDE UNDER MY PILLOW, FROM WHAT I THOUGHT I SAW
BUT GRANNY PIE SAID THAT WASN’T THE WAY TO DEAL WITH FEARS AT ALL
(Then what is?)
SHE SAID PINKIE, YOU GOTTA STAND UP TALL, LEARN TO FACE YOUR FEARS
YOU’LL SEE THAT THEY CAN’T HURT YOU, JUST LAUGH TO MAKE THEM DISAPPEAR
HA HA HA!
SO GIGGLE AT THE GHOSTLY
GUFFAW AT THE GROSSLY
CRACK UP AT THE CREEPY
WHOOP IT UP WITH THE WEEPY
CHORTLE AT THE KOOKY
SNORTLE AT THE SPOOKY
AND TELL THAT BIG OLD SCARY FACE TO TAKE A HIKE AND LEAVE YOU ALONE CAUSE IF HE THINKS HE CAN SCARE YOU HE’S GOT ANOTHER THINK COMING AND THE VERY THOUGHT OF SUCH A THING JUST MAKES YOU WANT TO …
LAUGH!
TO LAAAAAAZAR WOLF, AND TEVYE! (sing with me!)
TO TZEITEL, YOUR DAUGHTER — MY WIFE!!
MAY ALL YOUR FUTURES BE PLEASANT ONES
NOT LIKE OUR PRESENT ONES
NOT LIKE OUR PRESENT ONES
DRINK L’CHAIM TO LIFE!!!!
WE RAISE OUR GLASS AND DRINK A DROP OF SCHNAPPS
‘CAUSE WHEN I LEAVE FOR THE NIGHT I AIN’T COMIN’ BAAAAAAKPS
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
NEVER GONNA NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN
YOU’RE LIVING IN AMER-I-CAAAA, WHERE IT’S LIKE THE TWILIGHT ZONE
((Actually, it’s supposed to be ‘sip a drop of schnapps,’ and there are supposed to be lines before it, but…))
((Oh, but the eye roll wasn’t at you, of course, in case you were wondering!))
EACH MORNING I GET UP I DIE A LITTLE
CAN BARELY STAAAAND ON MY FEET
TAKE A LOOK (TAKE A LOOK) IN THE MIRROR AND CRY
LOOOORD WHAT YOU’RE DOIN’ TO ME
I SPENT ALL MY YEARS IN BE-LIEVING YOU, BUT I JUUUST CAN’T GET NO RELIIIEF
SOMEBODY
(SOMEBODY)
SOMEBODY
(SOMEBODY)
CAN AAANYBOOODY FIIIND MEEE
SOMEBODY TO LOOOVE
*sings” I’ve got a feeling you could be feeling a whole lot better than you feel today…
You say you’ve got a problem/well, that’s no problem/it’s super easy not to feel that way…
(Somebody get this…)
(Come on, guys…)
When you start to get confused because of thoughts in your head/don’t feel those feelings! Hold them in instead….
Turn it off! Like a liii-ight switch.
Just go click!
It’s our cool little Mormon trick!
We do it all the time
When you’re feeling certain feelings that just don’t seem right
Treat those pesky feelings like a reading light!
Turn them off! Like a light switch.
Just go zap! Now what’s so hard about that?
Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!
(Hahahaha!)
When I was young my dad would treat my mom real bad
Every time the Utah Jazz would lose
He’d start drinking, and I’d start thinking
How would I keep my mom from getting abused?
(Come on guys, don’t let this song die …)
I’d see her all scared, and my soul was dyin’.
My dad would say to me, “Now don’t you dare start cryin’!’…
Turn it off! Like a light switch.
NOW IT MAY NOT FEEL TOO CLASSY, BEGGING JUST TO EAT
BUT YOU KNOW WHO DOES THAT? LASSIE, AND SHE ALWAYS GETS A TREAT
SO YOU WONDER WHAT YOUR PART IS, CAUSE YOU’RE HOMELESS AND DEPRESSED
BUT HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, SO YOUR REAL HOME’S IN YOUR CHEST!!!
EVERYONE’S A HERO IN THEIR OWN WAY
EVERYONE’S GOT VILLAINS THEY CAN FACE
THEY’RE NOT AS COOL AS MINE
BUT FOLKS, YOU KNOW IT”S FINE TO KNOW YOUR PLACE!
EVERYONE’S A HERO IN THEIR OWN WAY
YOU AND YOU AND YOU AND MOSTLY ME!
AND YOU.
SO I THANK MY GIRLFRIEND, PENNY.
Awww, the spambot (Or a GAPA?) totally axed my completely appropriate comment (in context, at least).
Anyway, round two:
(We totally did you-know-what.)
Sorry, Captain.
SHE SHOWED ME THERE’S SO MANY DIFFERENT MUSCLES I CAN FLEX
THERE’S THE DELTOIDS OF COMPASSION
AND THE ABS OF BEING KIND
((Just noticed that bookgirl’s line is in the wrong place; oh well.)
IT’S NOT ENOUGH TO BASH IN HEADS,
YOU HAVE TO BASH IN MINDS!!
EVERYONE’S A HERO IN THEIR OWN WAY
((Avoiding duplicate comment!))
EVERYONE CAN BLAZE A HERO’S TRAIL
DON’T WORRY IF IT’S HARD
IF YOU’RE NOT A FREAKING TARD YOU WILL PREVAIL
((This is now hopelessly out of order. Oh well, we’ll use “Everyone’s got something they can do” for the last chorus.))
THREE MONTHS OF WINTER COOLNESS, AND AWESOME HOLIDAYS
((*pokes thread*))
WE’VE KEPT OUR HOOFSIES WARM AT HOME, TIME OFF FROM WORK TO PLAY
BUT THE FOOD WE’VE STORED IS RUNNIN’ OUT, AND WE CAN’T GROW IN THIS COLD
AND EVEN THOUGH I LOVE MY BOOTS, THIS FASHION’S GETTING OLD
THE TIME HAS COME TO WELCOME SPRING
AND ALL THINGS WARM AND GREEN
BUT IT’S ALSO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
IT’S WINTER WE MUST CLEAN
HOW CAN I HELP, I’M NEW YOU SEE
WHAT DOES EVERYPONY DO?
((I love these short songs that take years to sing.))
((Wow, I didn’t even notice how long ago this was. I just saw the lyrics and decided to join in :oops:))
HOW DO I FIT IN WITHOUT MAGIC?
I HAVEN’T GOT A CLUUUUUUUE
WINTER WRAP UP WINTER WRAP UP
LET’S FINISH OUR
HOLIDAY CHEER
WINTER WRAP UP WINTER WRAP UP
Hopefully someone will get this!
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WORLD WE FLOAT
(IN A MOST PECULIAR WAY)
THIS IS GROUND CONTROL TO ENCELADUS
… not what I was looking for. :/
Pacific Overtures, anyone?
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA
THE REALITIES REMAIN REMOTE
He rides across the nation, the thoroughbred of sin!
He got the application that you just sent in!
It needs evaluation, so let the games begin!
A heinous crime, a show of force!
A murder would be nice of course!
Bad Horse, Bad Horse, Bad Horse, he’s bad!
A murder would be nice, of course.
((This is going to look so weird in the recent comments bar, I just know it.))
(A heinous crime, a show of force…)
HE GOT THE APPLICATION
THAT YOU SENT IN
((At first I thought this was the Dennis Moore song, from Monty Python. Then I realized what a grave error I had made.))
Pi Day needs 3.14% more Pinkie Pie.
MY NAME IS PINKIE PIE
AND I AM HERE TO SAY
I WILL MAKE YOU SMILE, AND I WILL
BRIGHTEN UP YOUR DAY
IT DOESN’T MATTER NOW
IF YOU ARE SAD OR BLUE
CUZ CHEERIN’ UP MY FRIEEENDS IS JUST
WHAT PINKIE’S HERE TO DO-OOO
‘CAUSE I LOVE TO MAKE YOU SMILE, SMILE, SMILE
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions,
They’re only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it;
I know they’re wrong, wait and see.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it;
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing,
Wondering what we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
For the sun will rise, and the moon will set
And you learn how to settle for what you get
It will all go on
If we’re here or not
So who cares
So what
Me again. (SFTDP? Maybe? Although it was like a month ago?)
But I feel the need to post some cole porter.
My story is much too sad to be told
That practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I’m out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
When I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
I get no kick from champagne
Pure alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all
So tell me: why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
Some get a kick from cocaine
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
But I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it’s clear to me you obviously don’t adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky’s my idea of “nothing to do”
Yet I get a kick out of you
“If It’s the Beaches”, from the Avett Brothers’ 2006 EP The Gleam:
Don’t say it’s over
‘Cause that’s the worst news I could hear, I swear that I will
Do my best to be here just the way you like it
Even though it’s hard to hide,
Push my feelings all aside,
I will rearrange my plans and change for you
If I could go back,
That’s the first thing I would do, I swear that I would
Do my best to follow through
Come up with a master plan,
A homerun hit, a winning stand,
A guarantee and not a promise
That I’ll never let your love slip from my hands
…
If it’s the beaches
If it’s the beaches’ sands you want then you will have them
If it’s the mountains’ bending rivers then you will have them
If it’s the wish to run away then I will grant it
Take whatever what you think of
While I go gas up the truck
Pack the old love letters up
We will read them when we forget why we left here
“Neighborhood 1 (Tunnels)”. Arcade Fire, Funeral album. One of my favorite albums of all time, which I just got for my birthday.
And if the snow
Covers my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I’ll dig a tunnel
From my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel
From my window to yours
You’ll climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there’s no one else around
We let our hair grow long
And forget all we used to know
You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
Then we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes
We remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we remember our parents
Well, whatever happened to them?
You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I’ve been trying to sing
Purify the colors
Purify my mind
Purify the colors
Purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors
Over this heart of mine
The Ghost of Flight 401, Bob Welch. (I really like this song, the background music is so appropriately suspenseful and mysterious.)
You’ve heard about the Flying Dutchman.
The ghost of all the ships at sea.
But just in case you think it’s lies,
Then here’s a ghost for our own time…
You see there was a crash at night.
And the pilots in command all died,
And after many months has passed,
The widows all had cried their last…
(chorus)
And when the moon shines on the silver wings…
When the moon shines on the silver wings…
When the moon shines…
Look out, here comes… the ghost of flight 401…
The ghost of flight 401 appeared aboard the jet airplanes…
In flesh and blood and clothes he came…
On an eastern airline I can’t name.
But suddenly the ghost appeared
Of the pilots that had died that year.
I’m not saying they were puffs of smoke
They were real as life, it ain’t no joke…
(repeat chorus)
Ooh those silver wings
Yeah those silver wings
Yeah there shinin’ in that sun…
The ghost of flight 401
(Disney time!)
If there’s a prize for rotten judgement …
I guess I’ve already won that.
((Not my favorite Alan Menken song, but it’s certainly good. Plus, Susan Egan, yay! Even if I still can’t help thinking of her as Belle from having listened to the soundtrack of the original Broadway cast recording of Beauty and the Beast way too many times.))
No man is worth the aggravation
That’s ancient history…
Been there, done that!
((Come on, are you really going to make me reply to myself?!))
WHO D’YOU THINK YOU’RE FOOLIN’?
HE’S THE EARTH AND HEAVEN TO YOU
TRY TO KEEP IT HIDDEN
((The caps lock was a complete accident, but I guess we’ll just use it for the Muses and regular font for Meg, so that it doesn’t seem like a completely arbitrary switch)).
Speed of Sound, by Coldplay. I kind of want to do an Excelsior/Statos fanvid for this song, even though I can’t video edit…
How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where to? Where do I go?
If you never try, then you’ll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?
Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
I’ll start before I can stop,
before I see things the right way up.
All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
If you could see it then you’d understand.
Ideas that you’ll never find,
All the inventors could never design.
The buildings that you put up,
Japan and China all lit up.
The sign that I couldn’t read,
or a light that I couldn’t see,
some things you have to believe,
but others are puzzles, puzzling me.
All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you’d understand,
Oh, when you see it, then you’ll understand.
All those signs, I knew what they meant.
Some things you can invent.
Some get made, and some get sent,
Ooh.
Birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you’d understand,
Oh, when you see it, then you’ll understand.
As I was a-goin over Kilgarra mountain
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was countin
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my saber
saying stand and deliver for I am a bold deceiver
Musha rig um du rum da wack fol the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar!
I find it incredibly cool that the version of this song that I know is wildly different from this one, but still obviously the same song.
“Little Bird, Little Bird”
Little bird, little bird,
Fly through my window,
Little bird, little bird,
Fly through my window,
Little bird, little bird
Fly through my window,
Fine molasses candy.
Through my window,
My sugar lump,
Fly through my window,
My sugar lump,
Fine molasses candy.
(The version I’ve listened to is by Elizabeth Mitchell. It was an ending to a Futurama episode once, and I’ve fallen in love with it.)
I’ve had a few childhood favorite songs on the brain recently, so:
Once upon a time, and long ago
I heard someone singing soft and low.
Now, when day is done and night is near
I recall this song I used to hear.
(Has nobody else here seen Peter Pan the musical?!?)
(OF COURSE!)
My child, my very own,
Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone
Sleep until the dawn
For all is well.
(Oh, I’m so glad I’m not the only one!)
Long ago this song
Was sung to me.
Now, it’s just a distant
Melody.
I have had this song in my head a lot recently…
I Won’t Be Left, Tegan and Sara.
I won’t mistake you for problems with me
I won’t let my moods ruin this you’ll see
I won’t take everything good and move it away
I won’t be left dancing along to songs from the past
Would you stay home and keep our memories warm with me
Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me
I know you’re sad even though you say that you’re not
I know you’re scared even though you say that you’re not
I won’t get mad when you say things are getting too hard
I won’t make all of your love so scared to come through our yard
I won’t scream in my head and let it isolate me
I won’t be left dancing alone to songs from the past
“Wooden Heart”, by Listener. It’s not quite rap, not quite poetry. To quote an article that Wikipedia quotes, Listener has “a wide spanning style that features a heavy vocal element that is neither screamed, sang, or just spoken. The lyrics are more like ranting poetry.” Find it on Youtube and watch the official video.
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it’s not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts…
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison… that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward…always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because our church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on y’all and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, we’re just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
Paris, the city of lovers, is glowing this evening!
True, that’s because it’s on fire, but still, there’s l’amour!
A little bit from Bottomfeeder, which is an awesome Amanda Palmer song.
Why’re you always dying in the bath?
Always dying in the bath, just makes me nervous that the lizard king kissed you.
Why’re you always dying in the bath?
Dying in the bath, it’s awful quiet and it makes me miss you.
When daddy dear was floating on his deathbed…
he divvied up his kingdom into two…
By which I mean, I saw this in the recent comments bar and read it in Sherie Rene Scott’s voice.
So I got his magic shell…
Me, too, but I always read lyrics to songs I’ve heard from musicals in the voices of the actors who sing them, unless the just don’t sound like how I imagine the character at all, which certainly isn’t the case here. Of course, it’s never exactly the same as the original because I don’t have a perfect memory.
Also, I knew you’d respond to this.
And a one and a two:
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill…
I could see the city light…
Wind was blowing, time stood still…
Wind was blowing! Time stood still!
(I will forever associate this song with the recut trailer for The Shining…)
((“Shining.” ♥))
Is it bad that I read that as Shindig, as in the Firefly episode?
HERE’S RIVER!
Eagle flew out of the night…
((That’s where I discovered it, too.))
He was something to observe…
Came in close, I heard a voice…
Standing, stretching every nerve…
Had to listen, had no choice…
Sinking ship,
How long can you hold still?
Your illness spills against my face
Sinking ship,
How long can you hold still?
Oh, can’t you feel the coming waves?
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother painting horses all alone
Of lovers and of leavers still believing they are free to come and go
Sinking ship,
How long can you hold still?
Your illness is all that you are
A portrait of my father as a baby sleeping underneath the stars
A small pill of forgiveness I am giving to myself
It’s what I need
A small gift of fulfillment I am hoping you will open and receive
Sinking ship,
How long can you hold still?
Your illness fills this empty room
A portrait of your lover softly drowning in the warm waters within
A perfect Sunday portrait of my mother sending signals through the drum
A portrait of my sadness finding shelter in the safety of my home
Can we just rename this the Only Semi-Serious Singalong Thread and have done with it
Oh the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!
A letter of marque came from the King…
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen,
I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barret’s Privateers!
((Makes me want to fire off a 21-pie salute.))
Singalong, anyone?
I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTO OF A MAN
((I know I’m a bit late, but…))
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Se la face ay pale,
la cause est aimer,
c’est la principale
Et tant m’est amer aimer,
qu’en l’amer me voudroye voir.
Oo, it’s AGES since I heard that. And in the interim, some interesting versions have appeared on YouTube. Thank you. I must have a Dufay Day.
I’m pretty sure nobody here has ever heard this song, but I decided to post it here anyways, because I just love this song and I know it by heart. ((I don’t know why it’s not creating spaces between the verses!))
Okay…
Hear the rime of the ancient Mariner,
see his eye as he stops one of three.
Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests,
stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on as the bride passes by,
caught by his spell, the Mariner tells his tale.
Driven South to the land of the snow and ice,
to a place where nobody’s been,
through the snow fog flies on the albatross,
hailed on God’s name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North.
Through the fog and ice, the albatross follows on.
The Mariner kills the bird of good omen,
his shipmates cry against what he’s done.
But when the fog clears, they justify him,
and make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on, and on, and North across the sea.
Sailing on, and on, and North ’till all is calm.
The albatross begins with it’s vengeance,
a terrible curse, a thirst has begun.
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner,
about his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on, and on, and on at sea.
And the thirst goes on, and on for them and me.
Day after day, day after day we struck to breath nor motion,
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
Water, water everywhere, and all the boards did shrink.
Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink.
‘There,’ calls the mariner, ‘there comes a ship o’er line!’
but how can she sail with no wind in her sails, and no tide?
See, onward she comes.
Onward she nears, out of the sun.
See, she has no crew, she has no life,
wait, but there’s two.
Death, and she Life In Death,
they throw the dice for the crew.
She wins the Mariner, and he belongs to her now.
Then, crew one by one,
they drop down dead. Two hundred men.
She, she Life In Death,
She lets him live, Her chosen one.
“One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
too quick for groan nor sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
and pierced me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan)
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one”
The curse, it lives on in their eyes,
the Mariner, he wished he’d die
along with the sea creatures, but they lived on so did he.
And by the light of the moon,
he prays for their beauty not doom.
With heart, he blesses them,
God’s creatures, all of them too.
Then, the spell starts to break,
the albatross falls from his neck,
sinks down like lead into the sea.
Then down it falls, comes the rain!
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen,
see them stir, and they start to rise.
Bodies lifted by good spirits,
none of them speak and they’re lifeless in their eyes.
Revenge is still sought, penance starts again,
cast into a trance, and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted,
and the Mariner sights his home.
Spirits go from the long dead bodies,
form their own light, and the Mariner’s left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him,
it was a joy he could not believe.
The pilot’s boat, his son, and the hermit.
Penance of life will fall unto him.
And the ship, it sinks like lead into the sea.
And the hermit shrives the Mariner of his sins.
The Mariner’s bound to tell of his story,
to tell his tale wherever he goes,
to teach God’s word by his own example,
that we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest, a sad and wiser man.
And the tale goes on, and on, and on…
And, no I have not read the actual poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, yet. I will, though, sometime.
Oh, nevermind, there’s the spaces… durr…
And ‘Cursed’ should be ‘pierced’, oh my God… I got tripped up by Bruce’s accent -_-
Kill me now…
[No need for drastic measures. Transcription-Error Gnome to the rescue!]
Since I’m on a Phantom kick at the moment: Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. Andrew Lloyd Webber.
You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won’t help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too may years, fighting back tears
Why can’t the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live,
Give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
nothin don’t mean nothin if it ain’t free
and feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues
feeling good was good enough for me
Let’s see who else rides the MBTA… And a one, and a two…
Let me tell you the story of a man named Charlie…
Wait is this why they’re called Charlie cards? Whoaaaa. Also I don’t know the lyrics to this song but I know the tune as it is the same as the sea shanty the Ship Who Never Returned.
Yup, the Charlie from “MTA” is the namesake of Charlie cards, and it does use the tune of “The Ship That Never Returned”.
On a tragic and fateful day,
He put ten cents in his pocket,
Kissed his wife and family
And went to ride on the MTA…
Well, did he ever return?
No, he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned (what a pity)
He may rise forever, ‘neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned!
may there always be sunshine
may there always be blue skies
may there always be mama
may there always be me
“Pust’ vsegda budyet solntze,
Pust’ vsegda budyet nyebo,
Pust’ vsegda budyet mama,
Pust’ vsegda budu ya.”
How do you come to know a Soviet-era children’s song?
I know the same song! Probably also from Pete Seeger.
I grew up listening to Pete Seeger! He does a version of it. My mom also learned it in elementary school in Berkeley in the 50s-60s.
(Singalong?)
Once I was the King of Spain…
(now I eat humble pie)
Ohh, my unspeakable wife, Queen Lisa…
(now I eat humble pie)
I’m telling you I was the king of Spain!
Now I work at the Pizza Pizza!
Five, six, seven, eight!
Royalty, lawd it looked good on me…
Buried in silk in the royal boudoir or going nuclear free
Or playing Crokinole with the Princess of Monaco
Telling my jokes to the OPEC leaders, getting it all on video!
Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
A palatial palace, that was my home
(Now I eat humble pie)
I’m telling you, I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
And now I vacuum the turf at SkyDome (once he was the King of Spain)
In a dark room, with darkened doors
I call out, I call out
Barely walked halls tell stories now
Oh, I’ll listen
What memories have we begotten?
Let honor grieve as we bleed water, we bleed water
Take a deep breath, speak a final whisper
“I’m sorry- I’m not sorry”
With a dim light, the smell of fire
Oh, don’t worry
Set a warning sign to all who pass it
Let it fall down, spit on the ashes
Take me to your house
Where the music’s loud
And everyone’s insane
We’ll figure something out
Yeah, just you and me
So we can run away
So take me to your house
It’s a chain reaction
Love and all it means
And I can work it out
Cause I really want to
Know a little more about you
-“Haus”, by Wolfgun
Here’s a nostalgia trip…
El Dorado, by Elton John
Our glorious city
Was build by the divinities, by gods
Who saw fit to bestow
The gift of a paradise
Peaceful and harmonious upon
Us mere mortals below
And made El Dorado
The magnificent and golden
One thousand years ago
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
But all this was granted
For only one millenium
I know my legacy is to fulfill
My promise to all my people
Who have trusted me, the gods
Will approve of us still
Preserve El Dorado
The magnificent and golden
And I believe they will
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
The mountains so high and waters deep
Are her disguise
Her secrets are safe from foreign hands
And eyes forever
Preserve El Dorado
The magnificent and golden
And I believe they will
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
El Dorado, El Dorado, El Dorado
Game Shows Touch Our Lives by the Mountain Goats:
Dug up a fifth of Hood River gin
That stuff tastes like medicine
But I’ll take it
It’ll do
On the couch in the living room all day long
Music on the television playing our song
And I’m in the mood
The mood for you
Turn the volume up real high
All of that money, look at it fly
And you smoking
Like a chimney
Shadows crawled across the living room’s length
I held onto you with a desperate strength
With everything
With everything in me
And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing
On which our survival depends
People say friends don’t destroy one another
What do they know about friends?
Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon
Everything’s going to be okay soon
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe the next day
Carried you up the stairs that night
All of this could be yours if the price is right
I heard cars headed down to oblivion
Up on the expressway
Your drunken kisses, as light as the air
Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises
Our house sinking into disrepair
Ah, but look at this showroom filled with fabulous prizes
I want to say I’m sorry for stuff I haven’t done yet.
Things will shortly get completely out of hand.
(“Old College Try”)
and
Lord send me a mechanic if I’m not beyond repair.
(“Psalm 40:2”)
Some days I think I’d feel better if I tried harder.
Most days I know that’s not true.
I lay down right where I felt cold grass in my face,
And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides,
And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand
Till it doesn’t sting so much and until the blood’s dried.
And when somebody asks if I’m okay
I don’t know what to say.
And along the highway, from cast-off innumerable seeds
Wild sage growing in the weeds.
(“Wild Sage”)
Nobody gets me like jd gets me.
And a one, and a two…
Ah, for just one time, I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea…
Tracing one warm line from a land so wild and savage,
to find the northwest passage to the sea!
I wonder how many times I’ll be singing that before the night is done…
Singing Stan Rogers songs is never a bad way to spend one’s time.
Oh, don’t I know it, it’s so catchy…
Westward from the Davis Straight, ’tis where t’was said to lie
The sea route to the Orient, for which so many died…
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered broken bones
and a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones
Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso where his sea of flowers began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.
(Chorus)
And through the night behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west,
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest…
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.
How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
LIFE DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE
between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and it takes
and we keep living anyway
we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes
AND IF THERE’S A REASON I’M STILL ALIVE
while so many have died
then I’m willing to wait for it
That was an impressive turnaround time on the response, I didn’t have to … wait for it… at all
(get it?)
(ayyy)
you know me, I never hesitate, I exhibit no restraint
You are inimitable, you are an original.
no YOU ♥
(history obliterates, in every picture it paints, it paints me and all my mistakes)
doin this from memory, here goes.
how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar? the ten-dollar founding father without a father got a lot farther by being a lot smarter, by workin a lot harder, by bein a self-starter by fourteen they had placed him in charge of a trade and charter. and every day as slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves he struggled and kept his guard up, inside he was longin for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg steal borrow or barter. then a hurricane came and devastation reigned, our man saw his future drip drippin down the drain, put a pencil to his temple connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain! well the word got around they said “this kid is insane, man!” took up a collection just to send him to the mainland, “get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and the world’s gonna know your name!” what’s your name man?
ALEXANDER HAMILTON
my name is alexander hamilton
and there’s a million things i haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait.
when he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden, two years later see alex and his mother bed-ridden half-dead, sittin in their own sick, the scent thick, and alex got better but his mother went quick. moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide, left him with nothin but ruined pride, somethin new inside, a voice sayin “alex, you gotta fend for yourself” he started retreatin and readin every treatise on the sheeeeelf. there woulda been nothin left to do for someone less astute he woulda been dead or destitute without a cent or restitution started workin, clerkin for his late mother’s landlord, tradin sugarcane and rum and other things he can’t afford! scammin for every book he can get his hands on, plannin for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship, headed for a new land, in new york you can be a new man!
(only made one correction, yoooo, I’m sure there’s mistakes left but. if only this had been around when I was doing APUSH, ha!)
I realized that the anniversary of the event in question was yesterday, so how about another famous song about a historical event linked to Canada?
The legend lives on from the Chippewa down, of the lake that they called Gitche Gumee…
Dire Straits, Single-Handed Sailor:
Two in the morning, dry-dock town
The rivers rolls away in the night
Little gypsy moth she’s all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah, and a sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She’s just lying there in silent pain
He leans on the tourist rail
A mother and her baby and the college of war
In the concrete graves
You never wanna fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
He’s up on the bridge on the self-same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning, but there is one green light
And a man on the barge of sand
She’s gonna slip away below him
Away from the things he’s done
But he just shouts “Hey man, what do you call this thing?”
He could have said “Pride of London”
On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah the single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark
Somehow 14-year-old me wrote a song that was released five years before I was born…
Antarctica, by Al Stewart and Peter White:
Long before I ever saw
The frost upon your face
I was haunted by your beauty
And it drew me to this place
I felt the chill of mystery
With one foot on your shore
And then and there resolved to go
Where no man had before
Maybe I was snowblind
But it seemed the wind spoke true
And I believed its stories then
As dreamers sometimes do
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
Who knows what the powers may be
That cause a man to go
Mindless of the dangers
Out across the virgin snow
Seduced by this ambition
I easily forget
The hopeless quest of Shackleton
The dreamlike death of Scott
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
Maybe I was snowblind
But it seemed the wind spoke true
And I believed its stories then
As dreamers sometimes do
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
Maybe I was snowblind
Perhaps it sapped my will
But something of my innocence
Is wandering there still
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
In Antarctica
And a one and a two:
Hi-ho, do you know
The names of the US residents
Who then became the presidents
And got a view
From the White House loo
Of Penn-syl-vannnnia-aven-uuuuuue?
George Washington was the first, you see
He chopped down a cherry tree
President number two would be
John Adams, and then number three…
Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
The Declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep on the couch all night!
James Madison never had a son
And he fought the War of 1812.
James Monroe’s colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinocchio’s!
Oh when the snakes
Oh when the snakes
Oh when the snakes go marching in
Oh lord I want to be in that number
when the snakes go marching in.
the backstory here is I have had “when the saints go marching in” stuck in my head for 3 full days now except every instance of the word “Saint” is replaced with “snake.” I don’t know why this happened to me but it won’t leave so I’m inflicting it on as many other people as possible
I’m on it. I told one of my roommate’s friends about it and now he’s singing it too.
I assumed it alluded to KaiYves’s question about St. Patrick’s Day (although glaciers, not Patricius, really drove the snakes out of Ireland).
Why does this feel even more disappointing than finding out about Santa did?
Really? I was thrilled when I learned about island biogeography. Suddenly so many things made so much sense.
I think it’s because as a kid, I latched onto the pseudo-catholic superpowers that seemed appealing to me. Bread into roses? Water in to Wine? Bread and fish into more bread and fish? Nah. Walking on water? Way overrated.
But being able to de-snakeify an island permanently? Now that’s something that appealed to kid-me. Possibly because I was afraid of snakes and loved poking around in dark cracks and corners, which is a bad combination.
I don’t know how well snakes can march at all.
snake saints, or “snaints”,
OK Go, The One Moment
You’re right
There is nothing more lovely
There’s nothing more profound
Than the certainty
Than the certainty
That all of this will end
That all of this will end
So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me
And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all
So while the mud
Reclaims our footprints
And while our bones keep looking back
The overgrowth is swallowing the path
There for the grace of god go we
There for the grace of god go we
There for the grace of time and chance
and entropy’s cruel hands
So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me
And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all
So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build until we’ve blistered our hands
So won’t you stay here with me
We’ll build us some temples
We’ll build us some castles
We’ll build us some monuments
And burn them all right down
So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me
And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all
So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build until we’ve blistered our hands
This will be
The one thing we remember
So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build us some temples
Build us some castles
Build us some monuments
We’ll build us some temples
Build us some castles
Build us some monuments
This will be
This will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all
On the Turning Away, Pink Floyd
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand
Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away
It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?
“That’s The Story That’s Told By The Bard”, from the show “Histeria!”
A play by William Shakespeare always stimulates your thought,
Because you spent two hours trying to figure out the plot,
He wrote famous lines and phrases for his dog like “out, d****d Spot!”
(I’m a victim of circumstance!)
So who is this guy the critics praise,
Who’s famous for his turn of phrase,
Wrote thirty-seven different plays,
And lived in Elizabethan days,
And made Lawrence Oliver’s career?
Lend me your ear!
He lived in Stratford ‘pon Avon apartment 2-B,
Was it 2-B, or not 2-B?
I really don’t know, it’s confusing to me!
How do you understand Shakespeare with all of the
harks and the hos and all the flowery prose that he writes?
For men wearing tights!
So bring up the lights,
And let’s meet the bard!
Hamlet’s real father is killed by his brother,
Who now becomes king and then marries his mother,
It ends up with everyone killing each other,
And that is the story that’s told by the bard!
Hey nanni nanni na, tra la la, fa la la la la la la!
King Henry V is a play about war,
And so is King John and King Henry IV,
While Falstaff laughed, and fell on the floor,
So Henry VI went back to the gore.
King Lear, Shakespeare’s
Tragical ruler who casts out his daughter,
The story is sad, ’cause then he feels bad,
And then he goes mad, and both of them die!
Hey nanni nanni na, tra la la, fa la la la la la la!
At Romeo and Juliet, everyone cries,
At Titus Andronicus everyone dies,
Don’t you just love these Shakespearean guys?
Aah haa ha haa ha haaa!!!
You go to the theatre and pay all that money,
To see all these actors who dress really funny,
You say to your date, “Are you getting this, honey?
‘Cause I’m really lost, so explain it to me!”
Hey nanni nanni na, tra la la, fa la la la la la la!
MacBeth is a guy who is really ambitious
And that’s why the king sleeps with the fishes
Then he kills others, it’s really quite vicious,
Until in the end, he gets stabbed in the duff!
Oh, no-no!
By MacDuff!
Better!
He wrote comic romances with laughter and dances,
Where everyone prances while taking their chances
With love, love, love, love, love!
Like The Comedy of Errors and Pericles too,
Then Measure for Measure and Taming the Shrew,
Two Gents from Verona and then Much Ado About Nothing
Then he’d write The Tempest and Twelfth Night,
The Merry Wives of Windsor, As You Like It, and Cymbaline,
Love’s Labours Lost, A Winter’s Tale,
And also Midsummer Night’s Dream
In The Merchant of Venice a debt is entangled,
It’s Coriolanus where soldiers get mangled,
Othello’s the fellow whose wife ends up strangled,
And that is the story that’s told by the bard!
Hey nanni nanni na, tra la la, fa la la la la la la!
Troilus and Cressida, now there was a pair,
They were in love and she had an affair,
It’s not a great play so we really don’t care,
Hey nanni nanni na, tra la la!
King Richard II’s a guy that went dumb,
King Richard III is the guy with the hump,
Timon of Athens, he was a chump,
‘Cause all of his money was lent,
Now it’s spent,
And he can’t,
Pay the rent,
And he has to go live in a tent!
Julius Caesar’s about an attack,
All of his friends put a knife in his back,
And then a great play that would come after that,
Is Anthony and Cleopat…
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la la la la la la!
King Henry VIII has six different wives,
He’s faithful to each ’til the next one arrives,
Most of them ended up losing their lives,
One minute they’re wedded, and then they’re beheaded,
It’s something that later he kinda regretted,
But Shakespeare’s plays are the places to be,
For violence and killing and murder you see,
You really can’t show it on childrens’ TV,
But that is the story
Though it’s bloody and gorey
Yes, that is the story that’s told by the Bard!
All’s Well That Ends Well!
“Be Still”, The Killers
Be still
And go on to bed
Nobody knows what lies ahead
And life is short
To say the least
We’re in the belly of the beast
Be still
Wild and young
Long may your innocence reign
Like shells on the shore
And may your limits be unknown
And may your efforts be your own
If you ever feel you can’t take it anymore
Don’t break character
You’ve got a lot of heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Rise up like the sun
Labor till the work is done
Be still
One day you’ll leave
Fearlessness on your sleeve
When you’ve come back, tell me what did you see
What did you see?
Was there something out there for me?
Be still
Close your eyes
Soon enough you’ll be on your own
Steady and straight
And if they drag you through the mud
It doesn’t change what’s in your blood
(Over chains)
When they knock you down
Don’t break character
You’ve got a lot of heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Be still
Be still
Be still
Be still
Over rock and chain!
Over sunset plain!
Over trap and snare!
When you’re in too deep
In your wildest dream
In your made up scheme
When they knock you down
When they knock you down
Don’t break character
You’ve got sooooo much heart
Is this real or just a dream?
Oh rise up like the sun
And labor till the work is done
Rise up like the sun
Labor till the work is
Rise up like the sun
And labor till the work is done
The drunk’s face breaks into sweat
as his friend falls under the wheels
but the headlights don’t flinch
and the engine doesn’t stutter
oh yeah
think about myself
I think about myself
care about myself
I care about myself
I only care about myself
and other fears too stupid to mention
the ending of ‘Dramamine’ scared Degnan
the way that you all see me
that’s who I am, but not who I need to be
moving my joke body through the cold November night
haha
hate yourself
do you hate yourself
I don’t hate myself
I tolerate myself
I wish I was someone else
but it seems too stupid to mention
I know I’ll be ripped in heaven
I was young, I was thin
I had money and I loved you
but then came the
shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah
I need a name for what I’m feeling
then I can start to work on a meaning
speaking of the
shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah
in a crowded room you will
hear your own opinion voiced
you can sit back without a word
watch it spread or fall silent
oh yeah
If it’s too late to speak
I could get out of bed
find a pencil and write
leave it for you to find
if the moment is gone
to say I figured out what the problem was
I’d been thinking about it earlier
hey! can you hear me now?
Am I alone in my futile efforts?
sometimes I get so mad that I can’t do the few things I usually can
which is sad
Occupying space
I know I take up space
will there be a space
for my soul in space
(that’s heaven to me)
98083
Post office box 295
and now I’m young, and I’m thin
I have money and I love you
but here comes the
shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah
(thanks for [deleted] with my head, come again soon)
I need a name for what I’m feeling
then I can start to work on a meaning
speaking of the
shabba de bop bop be shibby day oh yeah
(thanks for [deleted] with my head, come again soon)
I can’t hear a thing now
I guess I belong to me now
but when night fell on Montana
I found a rest stop completely deserted
but I still felt the eyes upon me
so I drove away
“Burning Heart”, Survivor
Two worlds collide,
Rival nations.
It’s a primitive clash,
Venting years of frustrations.
Bravely we hope
Against all hope.
There is so much at stake
Seems our freedom’s up
Against the ropes
Does the crowd understand?
Is it East versus West
Or man against man?
Can any nation stand alone?
In the burning Heart
Just about to burst
There’s a quest for answers
An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night
Rising like a spire
In the burning heart
The unmistakable fire!
In the burning heart
In the warrior’s code,
There’s no surrender.
Though his body says stop
His spirit cries – never!
Deep in our soul
A quiet ember
Know it’s you against you
It’s the paradox
That drives us on
It’s a battle of wills
In the heat of attack
It’s the passion that kills
The victory is yours alone
In the burning Heart
Just about to burst
There’s a quest for answers,
An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night,
Rising like a spire
In the burning heart,
The unmistakable fire!
In the burning Heart,
Just about to burst,
There’s a quest for answers,
An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night,
Rising like a spire
In the burning heart,
The unmistakable fire!
In the burning Heart
Just about to burst,
There’s a quest for answers,
An unquenchable thirst
In the darkest night
Rising like a spire
In the burning heart,
The unmistakable fire!
In the burning heart.
“Video Killed The Radio Star”, Buggles
I heard you on the wireless back in ‘fifty-two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you
If I was young, it didn’t stop you coming through
Oh a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony,
Rewritten by machine on new technology,
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh a-oh
I met your children
Oh a-oh
What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Pictures came and broke your heart
Oh, a, a, a, oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go
Oh-a oh
You were the first one
Oh-a oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can’t rewind we’ve gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh
Oh-a-aho oh
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can’t rewind we’ve gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
Put down the blame on VCR
Oh, you are a radio star
You are a radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
“California, Part 2”, Mason Jennings, AKA, a good theme song for Reclusive Gardens:
I tell you what i’m gonna do
I’m gonna lighten up
I’m gonna throw a box of books and my beloved guitar
Into the back of my truck and try my luck in
California (California)
I’m gonna stay away from LA
I’m staying far away from there
I’m going north of San Francisco
Into the cleaner air
I’m gonna get a little land with the money i’ve saved
And buy an old house that i can work on
Where the next nearest neighbor lives miles away
I’ll never have to mow the lawn (right on)
California (California)
And when the house is all finished
And the garden is grown
I’m gonna write you a letter
Asking you to come home
And I know that you will come
Yes, I know that you will come
’cause others may know where you been
But Honey I know where you’re from, you’re from
California (California)
“Lookin’ Up”, from the Barenaked Ladies’ new album!
Some people want to take a high dive into a drink
Some people want to watch the world swirl into the sink
Why would you argue is the glass half full, it’s a mess
I drank the first half,
You can drink the rest… Hey!
One foot on the pedal,
One hand on the wheel,
Don’t know where I’m headed
But it starts right here
Everywhere I go is home,
Every town and every road,
Every song I’ve ever known,
Carry it in my bones
I feel like a lightning strike
Every time I rock the mic
You can join me if you like
Or I’ll go on my own
I’m lookin up
I’m lookin up
All the way up
I’m lookin up
All the way…
Look at me now I think you’d find it hard to believe
Back in my yearbook, voted least likely to succeed
You go and worry ’bout the things you can’t control
I can see the donut, you can see the hole
Everywhere I go is home,
Every town and every road,
Every song I’ve ever known,
Carry it in my bones
I feel like a lightning strike
Every time I rock the mic
You can join me if you like
Or I’ll go on my own
I’m lookin up.
I’m lookin up.
All the way up.
I’m lookin up.
All the way up.
Everywhere I go is home
Every town and every road
Every song I’ve ever known
Carry it in my bones
I feel like a lightning strike
Every time I rock the mic
You can join me if you like
Or I’ll go on my own
I’m lookin up.
I’m lookin up.
All the way up.
I’m lookin up.
All the way up!
“Yakko’s Universe”, as featured on the show “Animaniacs” and written by Randy Rogel (with my own tweaks to make it up-to-date):
Everybody lives on a street in a city
Or a village or a town for what it’s worth.
And they’re all inside a country which is part of a continent
That sits upon a planet known as Earth.
And the Earth is a ball full of oceans and some mountains
Which is out there spinning silently in space.
And living on that Earth are the plants and the animals
And also the entire human race.
It’s a great big universe
And we’re all really puny.
We’re just tiny little specks
About the size of Mickey Rooney.
It’s big and black and inky
And we are small and dinky
It’s a big universe and we’re not!
And we’re part of a vast interplanetary system
Stretching seven hundred billion miles long.
With eight planets and a sun; we think the Earth’s the only one
That has life on it, although we could be wrong.
Across the interstellar voids are a billion asteroids
Including meteors and Comet Halley too.
And there’s over fifty moons floating out there like balloons
In a panoramic trillion-mile view.
And still it’s all a speck amid a hundred billion stars
In a galaxy we call the Milky Way.
It’s sixty thousand trillion miles from one end to the other
And still that’s just a fraction of the way.
‘Cause there’s a hundred billion galaxies that stretch across the sky
Filled with constellations, planets, moons and stars.
And still the universe extends to a place that never ends
Which is maybe just inside a little jar!
It’s a great big universe
And we’re all really puny,
We’re just tiny little specks
About the size of Mickey Rooney.
Though we don’t know how we got here
We all mean a lot here
It’s a big universe and it’s ours!
(Alternative verses that didn’t make the TV version:
And we’re part of a vast interplanetary system
With everyone revolving ’round the sun,
With Mercury in between us, and after that comes Venus,
And still the solar system’s just begun.
Past the Earth on towards the stars, where we find the planet Mars,
Which is over fifty-million miles away,
And orbiting in pattern, are Jupiter and Saturn,
Uranus and there’s Neptune, so we say, …all together!
It’s a great big universe and everyone’s a part of it,
And no one knows just where’s the end or start of it,
We all live here together,
It’s our home forever…
It’s a big universe and it’s ours!)