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
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.
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.
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!
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!
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.
“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
Dont stop believin Hold on to the feelin Streetlight people
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.