Friday lyrics, etc

Slacking. Since I posted a damn link that, if you have any human qualities at all, would make you cry, I thought I’d do a lyric on Friday. I’ll let you keep on living.


Built to Spill
Distopian Dream Girl(This link plays a live version of the song as well as showing the lyrics)
Distopian Dream Girl 7″ – 1995, Up Records

can you make it real
Make it more than will
More than just feel
We are on a ride
We’re on it all the time
It’s at the front of your mind
My stepfather looks just like David Bowie
But he hates David Bowie
I think Bowie’s cool
I think Lodger rules
I think my stepdad’s a fool
Without me there’s nothing
I’m the only thing that dies
If it came down to your life or mine
I would do the stupid thing
And let you keep on living
“I’m alright,” said the man to his wife
Waking up to a head full of bed
Full of what she said
She hadn’t thought of it for a while
And when she did
She thought of it differently
Than she thought she should be thinking
Just the thought of it’s enough
To penetrate my comfort zone

leerx

almost fergot but churlish charlish reminders me

Dead Kennedys
Holiday in Cambodia
Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables

“Holiday In Cambodia”

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife

You’re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you’ll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

muddafugginleerick

These guys opened for mc chris the two times I saw him. That’s right, I saw mc twice. I’d see him again too. So shut up.

Running, Jumping, Standing Still
The ErgsMyspace
dorkrockcorkrod
bad youtube, but representative of a show

It’s been some time and I don’t know
What to do with myself these days
’cause you’re out there and I’m lonely
and I swear that I need you here and

I still dream of you at night
And wake up to your goodbye
And I still wanna find a way
To get you here to stay and I

I don’t wanna be here without you
I don’t wanna be alone tonight

It’s been some time and I don’t know
What to do with this stupid life
Cause you’re somewhere and I’m nowhere
And I swear that I need you here and I
I still dream of you at night
And wake up to you re goodbye
And I still dial your number in my head
But you won’t pick up the phone

Morning comes and it’s a different girl but the same old story
You’re the one
And I’m the zero…

The first song they play in that youtube vid is amazing, even tho the quality is shit on there. I’d recommend the ergs especially for driving…hollering…breaking up.

le Rique


Cuz I effin well can.

Joe Strummer talks about “If I Should Fall From Grace with God” and then the Pogues play it. Shane seems a lil bit off…but I think much of his life was a little off. In a good fuckin’ way.

The Pogues
“If I Should Fall from Grace with God”
If I Should Fall from Grace with God

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me

Its coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

lee rix


Dinosaur Jr.
Green Mind
“Blowin’ It”
youtube.com seach. myspace

I been thinking through the night
Everybody’s so uptight
People hurt and that’s their right
Cut ’em all loose, think I might
Stewin’, hangin’ out in town
And my head whirlin’ around
Don’t trust your mind, it’ll let you down
Don’t have a thing to go on
I don’t know a thing to say to you
I don’t know a thing to say to you
There’s a time and there’s a place
It’s not now, it’s time to pace
Things I’d say but just can’t face
All it means to say them
I could believe the things I feel
Then tomorrow get the same deal
Am I acting on something real?
Or am I blowing it again?
I don’t know a thing to say to you
I don’t know a thing to say to you
I don’t know a thing to say to you
I don’t know a thing to say to you

You can listen to all the songs on their new album “Beyond” on their website, or their myspace page.
One time, i had the shirt for this album on at the Fox Photo across from SMHS, and the chick behind the counter took one look at me and got panty-twistitis to such a degree her head nearly popped off. “don’t you think that send the wrong message to children, that it’s ok to smoke?” I was taken aback…where the hell did that come from? But i rallied, and asked her if she thought maybe someone’s parents had more to do with it than a tshirt some malnourished moron was wearing. She sniffed angrily at me. i gave her the over-the-shoulder finger on my way out the door. I like that move. one of these days i’m going to get nailed in the back of the head by a mug of toasty cocoa or somethingsimilar for my adios-finger. ah well, the price we pay to communicate in a way we wish.

forgot! lyric!

This band was on an episode of Scrubs. I apologize for NOTHING.


Section 9 (Light & Day / Reach For The Sun)
The Polyphonic Spree

Light
And day
Is more than you’ll say
Cause all
My Feelings
Are more
Than I can let by
Or not
It’s more than you’ve got
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!

lyric and good pandagon post

This post utterly rules. Not only is the subject matter stupid social conservative BS, and the commentary on it spot-on, but the comments thread afterwards rocks. If you don’t regularly read Pandagon, you should.

Since tomorrow’s a bizarre mid-week day off, I thought I’d put up a lyric today, and since I have Chicago’s “You’re the Inspiration” stuck in my head like a tumor (maybe that’s where lyrics that stick in my dome come from), I thought I’d inflict it on you too.

Chicago
You’re the Inspiration
Chicago 17
(1984, P. Cetera/D. Foster)

You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
You’re always on my mind, in my heart
In my soul

You’re the meaning in my life
You’re the inspiration
You bring felling to my life
You’re the inspiration
Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me sayin’
No one needs you more that I need you

And i know, yes I know that it’s plain to see
We’re so in love when we’re together
And i know that I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
Always on my mind, in my heart in my soul

They don’t have the goofy “When you love somebody/ til the end of time” at the end, possibly the lamest call-and-response in recorded history. Oh wait, here’s a videogame with a totally even-more-retarded version of this song. NICE! Yay! Birthday cake!

lee-rick

it’s still wednesday dammit

Small Brown Bike
“The Cannon And Tanks”
Our Own Wars
(Wiki)

i know that this might sound strange,
but i can’t think of a better way to say that if i could find the words i’d tear them out of my throat
and crush them into your eyes.
so i wrote myself a list of things that i’ve been meaning to say.
i forced them out of my head, but i can’t find your eyes.
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
a walk is all that i need;
this ambiguity feels like a knife in me.
sixteen blocks without any thanks,
i feel that i think the cannons and tanks.
all of these wars that i try to explain get defused so many times so i play with my shoes,
i’ve learned to untie them with my eyes.
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
call it a truce, crush them out of my life.

Here’s a youtube search for “Small Brown Bike”. While I don’t see that song specifically they’re a great band that ended too soon. This one is especially satisfying because my brother played it on saturday when I was hanging out and it was basically a blank mp3 on his system, no tag info, and it took me til today to figure it out, and I did. I also forgot the name of the band that the guy in Shopgirl plays in in real life. Sun Kil Moon.

wednesday lyric

Because you all sing along.


“Don’t Stop Believin'”
Escape
Journey
Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)

Dont stop believin
Hold on to the feelin
Streetlight people

Kind of crummy video of a cover band doing a lame Journey medley. On second thought don’t click that.

latelyrics

here, take it.

The Jesus Lizard
“Then Comes Dudley” (youtube, fucking kickass)
Goat (google)

That woman’s crazy, she’s the mistress of a man who’s crazy too
That woman’s carryin’
Then comes Dudley
Dudley’s gonna do us all a favor and tear ’em both a new asshole
Dudley feels the time has come to swell his balloon
Dudley feels the time has come to clean this womb (wound)
That’s right Dudley, yeah
If it had a face I won’t (wanna) eat it, he said
If it had a face I won’t eat it, he said
Power of the pink he said (piggy’s head)
Power of the pink he said
That woman’s crazy, she’s the mistress of a man who’s crazy too
That woman’s carryin’
If it had a face I won’t eat it, he said
If it had a face I won’t eat it, he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said

One of the coolest bands ever. I took a piss next to Dave Yow at Brick by Brick and told him drunkenly “You’re my hero” and he said “You shouldn’t tell me that while I have my dick in my hand.” Then I puked in a trashcan and punched a d00d in the grill and ran.