Posts Tagged ‘live’

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Good Souls – Starsailor

May 18, 2009

Feel,
Sick after every meal,
I’d say,
‘Cause I know,
The life from your burning wheel,
Won’t wane,
Sleep,
I sleep every day,
Wipe the cobwebs away,
I need to be loved,
Christ,
I’m out of my mind,
I need to be loved,
I need to be loved,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
Dive straight in on your girlfriend,
Making her feel like there’s going to be a war,
Dive straight in at the deep end,
Making you feel like there’s going to be a war,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
One good day of the week,
And I’ll be up again,
One good day of the week,
I’ll be higher than the government,
As I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls,
That make life better,
As I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls,
Life would not matter,
As I turn to you and I say,
If you’re messing with a good heart,
You’ve got to take what’s due.

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All The Best – John Prine

March 26, 2009

I wish you love
And happiness
I guess I wish
You all the best
I wish you don’t
Do like I do
And ever fall in love with
Someone like you
Cause if you fell
Just like I did
You’d probably walk around the block like a little kid.
But kids don’t know
They can only guess
How hard it is
To wish you happiness

I guess that love
Is like a Christmas card
You decorate a tree
You throw it in the yard
It decays and dies
And the snowmen melt
Well I once knew love
I knew how love felt

Yeah, I knew love. Love knew me.
And when I walked, Love walked with me.
And, I got no hate
And, I got no pride
Well, I got so much love that I cannot hide.

Say you drive a Chevy.
Say you drive a Ford.
You say you drive around the town till you just get bored
Then you change your mind
For something else to do.
And your heart gets bored with your mind and it changes you.

Well, it’s a doggone shame
And, it’s an awful mess
I wish you love
I wish you happiness
I wish you love
I wish you happiness
I guess I wish you
All the best.

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Time – Tom Waits

March 24, 2009

Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause

And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here

And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet

So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

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Diamond Rings – Deer Tick

March 19, 2009

Oh it takes my life away
To think of her as gone
Now I’m running down the maze
And I’m finding only war

Blowing down the flame
To catch the burning wind
Now I’m running out of steam
Now watch this man collapse

You said you wanted a better life
And you will tell me what you find
And then I’ll stay the whole night through
And I’ll turn from sad to blue
Yes I’m choking after you
Yeah I’m choking after you

Wish you’d think of me
The way I think of you
Well I find it hard to breathe
Cause now I know the truth

So what good would fingers be
If it weren’t for diamond rings?
Now I know you’re leaving me
And I know that I’m no king

And you said you wanted a better life
And you will tell me oh what you find
And then I stay the whole night through
And I turn from sad to blue
Yeah I’m choking after you
Miss, I’m choking now, do you?

(Go ahead now, tell them all about it)

So what good would fingers be
If it weren’t for diamond rings?
Now I know you’re leaving me
And I know that I’m no king

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Road to Joy – Bright Eyes

March 16, 2009

The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleeping in their beds
The city cemetery’s humming
I’m wide awake, it’s morning

I have my drugs, I have my woman
They keep away my loneliness
My parents, they have their religions
But sleep in seperate houses

I read the body count out of the paper
And now it’s written all over my face
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter
Sometimes that’s just the most comfortable place

So I’m drinking, breathing, writing, singing
Every day I’m on the clock
My mind races with all my longings
But can’t keep up with what I got

I hope I don’t sound too ungratefull
Well, history gave modern man
A telephone to talk to strangers
Machine guns and a camera lens

So when you’re asked to fight a war that’s over nothing
It’s best to join the side that’s going to win
No one’s sure how all of this got started
But we’re going to make them ***damn certain how it’s gonna end
Oh yeah we will, oh yeah, we will!

I could have been a famous singer
If I had someone else’s voice
But failure’s always sounded better
Let’s **** it up boys, make some noise!

N.B.
This gives me chills. One day I want to be able say “I’m wide awake, it’s morning.”

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Lately I’ve Let Things Slide – Nick Lowe

March 11, 2009

With a growing sense of dread
And a hammer in my head
Fully clothed upon the bed
I wake up to the world
That lately I’ve been living in

There’s a cut upon my brow
Must have banged myself somehow
But I can’t remember now
And the front door’s open wide
Lately I’ve let things slide

I go to the bin
I throw the laundry in
And pick out the cleanest shirt
Then I tell myself again
I don’t really hurt

Smoking I once quit
Now I got one lit
I just fell back into it
Along with my pride
Lately I’ve let things slide

I go to the bin
I throw the laundry in
Dig out the cleanest shirt
When all at once I’m seized again
By exquisite hurt

That untouched take-away
I brought home the other day
Has quite a lot to say, the evidence is clear
On every side piled high and wide
About how lately I’ve let things slide

I’m just about holding on
But lately I’ve let things slide

Great, Great Song!! All-Time Top 5!

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The Tower of Song – Leonard Cohen

November 13, 2008

Now my friends are gone and my hair is gray.
I ache in the places where I used to play.
And, I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on.
I’m just paying my rent every day
in the tower of song.

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet.
But, I hear him coughing all night long.
A hundred floors above me
In the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond.
They tied me to this table right here.
In the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll.
I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all.
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don’t let a woman kill you
Not in the tower of song

Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor.
And there’s a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don’t know how the river got so wide.
I loved you baby, way back when.
And, all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed.
But, I feel so close to everything that we lost.
We’ll never have to lose it again.

Now I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back.
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you’ll be hearing from me baby, long after I’m gone.
I’ll be speaking to you sweetly
From a window in the tower of song.

This says what I feel about getting older.