Posts Tagged ‘cover’

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Tryin’ to Get to Heaven – Robyn Hitchcock

April 4, 2009

The air is getting hotter
There’s a rumbling in the sky
I’m drifting through that high muddy water
With a full moon shining in my eyes

Every day your memory grows dimmer
It don’t haunt me like it did before
I’m in the middle of nowhere
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see

You broke the heart that loved you
Now you can see what the book cannot write anymore
I’m just stuck in the half-light
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

People on the platform
Waiting for the train
I can feel their hearts a-beating
Like pendulums swingin’ on chains

When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m in the dinosaurs’ waiting room
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

I’m going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is alright
But I don’t even know what alright means

I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane
Miss Mary Jane’s got a house in Baltimore
I’ve been to Sugartown; I shook the sugar down
Now I’m tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

I’m gonna sleep down in the parlour
And relive my dreams
I close my eyes and I wonder
If everything’s as hollow as it seems

Some trains don’t pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers like they did before
I’m just goin’ down the road, feelin’ bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

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Look At Your Game, Girl – Guns n’ Roses

November 7, 2008

There’s a time for living
Time keeps on flying
Think you’re loving baby
But all your doing is crying

Can you feel
Are those feelings real
Look at your game, girl
Look at your game, girl

What a mad delusion
Living in that confusion
Frustration and doubt
Can you ever live without the game

The sad, sad game
Mad game
Just to say loves’ not enough
If it can’t be true
Oh, you can tell those lies baby but you’re only fooling you

Can you feel
I know those feelings ain’t real
Then you better stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying
Or you’re gonna play crying
Stop trying

That’s the game
Sad sad game
Mad game
Sad game

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Everyday Is Like Sunday – Colin Meloy

October 4, 2008

Trudging slowly over wet sand,
back to the bench where your clothes were stolen.
This is the coastal town,
that they forgot to close down.
Armageddon – come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!

Everyday is like Sunday.
Everyday is silent and gray.

Hide on the promenade.
Etch a postcard.
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
that they forgot to bomb.
Come, come, come – nuclear bomb.

Everyday is like Sunday.
Everyday is silent and gray.

Trudging back over pebbles and sand.
And a strange dust lands on your hands,
and on your face,
on your face,
on your face,
on your face.

Everyday is like Sunday.
Win yourself a cheap tray.
Share some greased tea with me.
Everyday is silent and gray.

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I Don’t Want To Grow Up – The Ramones

August 7, 2008


When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night,
I don’t wanna grow up.
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right.
I don’t wanna grow up.
How do you move in a world of fog,
That’s always changing things?
Makes me wish that I could be a dog.

When I see the price that you pay,
I don’t wanna grow up.
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
That they’d never want
The only thing to live for is today.

I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set,
I don’t wanna grow up.
Open up the medicine chest,
And I don’t wanna grow up.
I don’t wanna have to shout it out.
I don’t want my hair to fall out.
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt.
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout.
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount.
I don’t wanna grow up.

Well, when I see my parents fight,
I don’t wanna grow up.
They all go out and they drinking all night,
And I don’t wanna grow up.
I’d rather stay here in my room.
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom.
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb
On grand street.

When I see the 5 o’clock news,
I don’t wanna grow up.
Comb their hair and shine their shoes,
I don’t wanna grow up.
Stay around in my old hometown.
I don’t wanna put no money down.
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan.
Work them fingers to the bone.
I don’t wanna float a broom.
Fall in love and get married then boom.
How the hell did I get here so soon?
I don’t wanna grow up.

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Picture In A Frame – Eddie Vedder

July 30, 2008

Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Ever since I put your picture
In a frame.

I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
Every since I put your picture
In a frame

I’m gonna love you
Till the wheels come off
Oh yea

I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture
In a frame

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You Don’t Know Me – Willie Nelson

June 7, 2008

You give your hand to me
And then you say, “Hello.”
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well.
Well, you don’t know me.
No you don’t know me.

No you don’t know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight
Oh I’m just a friend.
That’s all I’ve ever been.
Cause you don’t know me.
No you don’t know me.

For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart aches with love for you.
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
A chance that you might love me too.
Love me too

You give your hand to me,
And then you say, “Goodbye.”
I watch you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy
Oh, you’ll never ever know
The one who loved you so.
Well, you don’t know me

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Mutineer

January 31, 2008

This is some guy covering a Warren Zevon song called “Mutineer.”

A mutineer is someone who takes part in a mutiny.  Mutiny is open rebellion against constituted authority, especially rebellion of sailors against superior officers.

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist the mainsail – here I come
Ain’t no room on board for the insincere
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat – let’s get out of here
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed us
It could never find us here
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat – let’s get out of here
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
You’re my witness
I’m your mutineer
I’m your mutineer.

Warren Zevon

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