I don't know which is more hilarious - the fact that I know all the soundtracks that this song is composed of, or the fact that I was laughing hysterically through the entire thing. Enjoy!
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
November 12, 2008
October 10, 2008
Videos
A couple of videos/songs that have meant a lot to me these last few days.
Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes from Brandon Heath on Vimeo.
Brandon Heath - Give Me Your Eyes from Brandon Heath on Vimeo.
September 19, 2008
Vacation!
I took a vacation to Virginia Beach September 10-13. Here are pictures!
Spent all day Thursday at the beach. It was windy and warm, once the sun finally decided to show itself!
The statue of Neptune at the beach.
Becky and I at the Naval Base in Norfolk.
Me and my awesome cousins, Danny and Karissa, who let us stay at their house for the weekend!
The nuclear submarine U.S.S. North Carolina. Danny used to be in the Navy (is now in the Reserves) and we were allowed in and on board and given a tour. Now I can say I've been on a nuclear sub. Danny's current job? Building these things (and also the carriers too).
Bet you didn't know that swearing is illegal in Virginia Beach!
Becky and I at the Music Builds Concert.
Jars of Clay.
Switchfoot. I think this is when they were playing "This is Home." Which was one of my favorite performances of theirs. Especially because of the Narnia (and Heaven) references.
Third Day.
And the encore had to be the best ever. All three of the groups came up on stage together (along with a guy from the fourth group who had been playing) and they all did a cover of U2's "When Love Comes to Town." Absolutely amazing.
Without a doubt, it goes down as one of the best vacations I've ever had. (The concert goes down for best ever. Hands down.)
Spent all day Thursday at the beach. It was windy and warm, once the sun finally decided to show itself!
The statue of Neptune at the beach.
Becky and I at the Naval Base in Norfolk.
Me and my awesome cousins, Danny and Karissa, who let us stay at their house for the weekend!
The nuclear submarine U.S.S. North Carolina. Danny used to be in the Navy (is now in the Reserves) and we were allowed in and on board and given a tour. Now I can say I've been on a nuclear sub. Danny's current job? Building these things (and also the carriers too).
Bet you didn't know that swearing is illegal in Virginia Beach!
Becky and I at the Music Builds Concert.
Jars of Clay.
Switchfoot. I think this is when they were playing "This is Home." Which was one of my favorite performances of theirs. Especially because of the Narnia (and Heaven) references.
Third Day.
And the encore had to be the best ever. All three of the groups came up on stage together (along with a guy from the fourth group who had been playing) and they all did a cover of U2's "When Love Comes to Town." Absolutely amazing.Without a doubt, it goes down as one of the best vacations I've ever had. (The concert goes down for best ever. Hands down.)
April 01, 2008
Loser's Music
I'm sure that this store didn't intentionally mean to bring the word 'loser' to mind whenever someone thinks of their store, but with a name like that, you just can't help it. Looking at their logo, you can clearly see they mean for you to say 'loser' with a long 'O', but that's just not really possible.
So I'm sorry. No winning music allowed. The only music allowed is for losers. XD
So I'm sorry. No winning music allowed. The only music allowed is for losers. XD
March 28, 2008
"Measure for Measure - How to Write a Song and Other Mysteries"
The actual link to the NY Times blog.
March 26, 2008, 2:38 pm
Words Will Tell
By Andrew Bird
In about a week I will load up my car with amplifiers and guitars and drive to Nashville to begin recording my next record. I don’t drive much anymore and I’m glad for that except that I used to write a lot while on the road. Solitude, boredom, and the desperate need to entertain oneself are ideal stimuli for songwriting.
I’ve spent most of the last year inside a tour bus. I’ve spoken more words to journalists than I have to my friends and family. All of this has kept me from what I realize now is my job, and that’s to daydream. Now I bring my bike on tour and ride every day. Wandering in an unfamiliar town, the rhythm of walking or riding and a few hours to kill is nearly the perfect recipe for a new idea.
I’ve got 11 songs mostly written and several dozen distinct melodies. I never worry about the melodies drying up. Since I can remember, I’ve had melodies in my head. I chew my food to them.
Almost every breath contains some fragments of an escaping melody. If I shape my lips so as to whistle, my breath will take on a musical shape like sonic vapor. Words are much trickier. I would forgo words altogether if I didn’t love singing them so much. My choice of words and my voice betray so much and that’s what’s so terrifying and attractive about it.
I’m not the most forthcoming person — I only speak when I have something to say. What is becoming more challenging of late is dealing with so many fully formed melodies that are unwilling to change their shape for any word. So writing lyrics becomes like running multiple code-breaking programs in your head until just the right word with just the right number of syllables, tone of vowel and finally some semblance of meaning all snap into place.
I’m kind of the opposite of the confessional singer-songwriter who fills notebooks full of poetry and intones them over a bed of chords. Meaning or “the truth what’s in my heart” usually reveals itself well after the record is released. I’m often surprised that the things I care about actually end up in my songs. Until then I’m mostly concerned with shape, tone and texture. I’m really an instrumentalist who sings words and if you care to pay attention you might enjoy them. So in this post, I will begin reporting on the progress of an as of yet unfinished song, with all my doubts and insecurities laid bare.
The song in question is called (for now) “Oh No.” It began, as do most of my songs, with a sound. It could be a creaking door or a delivery truck or the sound of multiple stereos wafting out of bedroom windows. For the last four years the same dancehall beat has been has been rattling the foundation of my Chicago apartment. When I stay at my farm, sparrows, coyotes, chickens and frogs find their way into my songs as well.
In the instance of this song I was on a flight from New York back to Chicago and a young mother and her 3-year-old son sat in front of me and it was looking to be the classic scenario of the child screaming bloody murder. However, I was struck by the mournfulness of this kid’s wail. He just kept crying “oh no” in a way that only someone who is certain of their demise could. Pure terror. Completely inconsolable. It was more moving than annoying.
So when I got home I picked up my guitar and tried to capture the slowly descending arc of that kid’s cry. It fit nicely over a violin loop that I had been toying with which moves from C-major to A-major.
I’ll spend days at my farm creating loops with my violin where I record a phrase and layer on top of it, often starting with pizzicato followed by multiple string lines. This is a handy compositional tool I also use in performance. I can follow any whim and instantly hear how it works in counterpoint with other ideas. It’s perfect for someone who plays by ear and improvises as I do and who is too impatient for notation. This helps keep ideas fluid and ephemeral but with an instant gratification playback option. I’ve found that I can be completely satisfied for weeks by the simplest four-bar phrase repeating over and over again. It’s a fragile thing where your perception of it can change it completely. You can reconstruct all the elements the following day, note for note and go by physical memory but the feel can be elusive.
Back to “Oh No.” All this child knows is that he needs to get off this plane and I can empathize. I often find myself in a crowded room and all I know is “I need to get out of here.” So begins the song with a child’s half-dream of climbing out a window and venturing into the ravines around Lake Bluff, where I grew up.
let’s get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail
past the silver bridge
oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil.
When I was little the “silver bridge” spanned the ravine and marked the boundary of my known world.
Words get under my skin the same way melodies do. Something catches my attention and I file it subconsciously. It often begins with an archaic or obscure word I have not defined. I just like the sound of it and its elusive meaning gives it a mysterious shine. On the menu of a local cafe is an item called “salsify.” Before I reach for the dictionary I let my imagination run wild and decide that salsify is a burrowing bronchial root like a rickety old mine that burrows deep into something. It turns out that’s mostly correct which encourages me further. All I know is “salsify mains” sounds good to me.
Then I might think of what I want to say, what have I been fixated on of late? I have been thinking about how as adults we bury our emotions and I almost envied that kid on the plane who had license to express what we all were probably feeling. And how I have felt frozen and numb of late. (The process may seem more deliberate than it actually is — it’s only because I’m breaking it down for this article and have hindsight that it appears that I know what I’m doing).
In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
the calcified charismatists were doing the math
It would take a calculated blow to the head
to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
What does it take to wake us up, we who feel so little? Aren’t we almost like sociopaths, only the kind that don’t kill people?
The only thing I don’t care for in this lyric is the “calcified charismatist” — it just feels too clever. I’m known to make up words but this is too heavy-handed. So I’m still searching for the right words. For a while it was “unemployed ex-physicists,” but that’s too typical of something I would write. Lately I’m considering “calcified arhythmitist” or just “arithmatist” — something that conveys a physicist’s sketch or formula for what will revive our harmless sociopath. Then the cheerful refrain of “arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths/in the calcium mines buried deep in our chests.” Followed by the chorus which has only taken shape in the last day, which is “Oh no, we’re deep in a mine/Oh no, a calcium mine.” Sounds a bit bleak as I break it down, but it should be a rousing little number.
Recordings of Andrew Bird’s music can be heard online at his Web site’s A/V page and his MySpace page.
March 26, 2008, 2:38 pm
Words Will Tell
By Andrew Bird
In about a week I will load up my car with amplifiers and guitars and drive to Nashville to begin recording my next record. I don’t drive much anymore and I’m glad for that except that I used to write a lot while on the road. Solitude, boredom, and the desperate need to entertain oneself are ideal stimuli for songwriting.
I’ve spent most of the last year inside a tour bus. I’ve spoken more words to journalists than I have to my friends and family. All of this has kept me from what I realize now is my job, and that’s to daydream. Now I bring my bike on tour and ride every day. Wandering in an unfamiliar town, the rhythm of walking or riding and a few hours to kill is nearly the perfect recipe for a new idea.
I’ve got 11 songs mostly written and several dozen distinct melodies. I never worry about the melodies drying up. Since I can remember, I’ve had melodies in my head. I chew my food to them.
Almost every breath contains some fragments of an escaping melody. If I shape my lips so as to whistle, my breath will take on a musical shape like sonic vapor. Words are much trickier. I would forgo words altogether if I didn’t love singing them so much. My choice of words and my voice betray so much and that’s what’s so terrifying and attractive about it.
I’m not the most forthcoming person — I only speak when I have something to say. What is becoming more challenging of late is dealing with so many fully formed melodies that are unwilling to change their shape for any word. So writing lyrics becomes like running multiple code-breaking programs in your head until just the right word with just the right number of syllables, tone of vowel and finally some semblance of meaning all snap into place.
I’m kind of the opposite of the confessional singer-songwriter who fills notebooks full of poetry and intones them over a bed of chords. Meaning or “the truth what’s in my heart” usually reveals itself well after the record is released. I’m often surprised that the things I care about actually end up in my songs. Until then I’m mostly concerned with shape, tone and texture. I’m really an instrumentalist who sings words and if you care to pay attention you might enjoy them. So in this post, I will begin reporting on the progress of an as of yet unfinished song, with all my doubts and insecurities laid bare.
The song in question is called (for now) “Oh No.” It began, as do most of my songs, with a sound. It could be a creaking door or a delivery truck or the sound of multiple stereos wafting out of bedroom windows. For the last four years the same dancehall beat has been has been rattling the foundation of my Chicago apartment. When I stay at my farm, sparrows, coyotes, chickens and frogs find their way into my songs as well.
In the instance of this song I was on a flight from New York back to Chicago and a young mother and her 3-year-old son sat in front of me and it was looking to be the classic scenario of the child screaming bloody murder. However, I was struck by the mournfulness of this kid’s wail. He just kept crying “oh no” in a way that only someone who is certain of their demise could. Pure terror. Completely inconsolable. It was more moving than annoying.
So when I got home I picked up my guitar and tried to capture the slowly descending arc of that kid’s cry. It fit nicely over a violin loop that I had been toying with which moves from C-major to A-major.
I’ll spend days at my farm creating loops with my violin where I record a phrase and layer on top of it, often starting with pizzicato followed by multiple string lines. This is a handy compositional tool I also use in performance. I can follow any whim and instantly hear how it works in counterpoint with other ideas. It’s perfect for someone who plays by ear and improvises as I do and who is too impatient for notation. This helps keep ideas fluid and ephemeral but with an instant gratification playback option. I’ve found that I can be completely satisfied for weeks by the simplest four-bar phrase repeating over and over again. It’s a fragile thing where your perception of it can change it completely. You can reconstruct all the elements the following day, note for note and go by physical memory but the feel can be elusive.
Back to “Oh No.” All this child knows is that he needs to get off this plane and I can empathize. I often find myself in a crowded room and all I know is “I need to get out of here.” So begins the song with a child’s half-dream of climbing out a window and venturing into the ravines around Lake Bluff, where I grew up.
let’s get out of here
past the atmosphere
squint your eyes and no one dies or goes to jail
past the silver bridge
oh the silver bridge wearing nothing but a one-sie and a veil.
When I was little the “silver bridge” spanned the ravine and marked the boundary of my known world.
Words get under my skin the same way melodies do. Something catches my attention and I file it subconsciously. It often begins with an archaic or obscure word I have not defined. I just like the sound of it and its elusive meaning gives it a mysterious shine. On the menu of a local cafe is an item called “salsify.” Before I reach for the dictionary I let my imagination run wild and decide that salsify is a burrowing bronchial root like a rickety old mine that burrows deep into something. It turns out that’s mostly correct which encourages me further. All I know is “salsify mains” sounds good to me.
Then I might think of what I want to say, what have I been fixated on of late? I have been thinking about how as adults we bury our emotions and I almost envied that kid on the plane who had license to express what we all were probably feeling. And how I have felt frozen and numb of late. (The process may seem more deliberate than it actually is — it’s only because I’m breaking it down for this article and have hindsight that it appears that I know what I’m doing).
In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
the calcified charismatists were doing the math
It would take a calculated blow to the head
to light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
What does it take to wake us up, we who feel so little? Aren’t we almost like sociopaths, only the kind that don’t kill people?
The only thing I don’t care for in this lyric is the “calcified charismatist” — it just feels too clever. I’m known to make up words but this is too heavy-handed. So I’m still searching for the right words. For a while it was “unemployed ex-physicists,” but that’s too typical of something I would write. Lately I’m considering “calcified arhythmitist” or just “arithmatist” — something that conveys a physicist’s sketch or formula for what will revive our harmless sociopath. Then the cheerful refrain of “arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths/in the calcium mines buried deep in our chests.” Followed by the chorus which has only taken shape in the last day, which is “Oh no, we’re deep in a mine/Oh no, a calcium mine.” Sounds a bit bleak as I break it down, but it should be a rousing little number.
Recordings of Andrew Bird’s music can be heard online at his Web site’s A/V page and his MySpace page.
March 05, 2008
New Soul
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you fare away
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
-By Yael Naim
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you fare away
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world hoping
I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
-By Yael Naim
January 02, 2008
Give Me Jesus
In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
And when I am alone
Oh, when I am alone
And when I am alone
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
And when I come to die
Oh, when I come to die
And when I come to die
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
You can have all this world
You can have all this world
But give me Jesus
In the morning when I rise
In the morning when I rise
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
And when I am alone
Oh, when I am alone
And when I am alone
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
Give me Jesus
And when I come to die
Oh, when I come to die
And when I come to die
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
You can have all this world
You can have all this world
You can have all this world
But give me Jesus
December 19, 2007
Right or Wrong, I Sing Either Way
Come they told me, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
A newborn king to see, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Our finest gifts we bring, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
To lay before the king, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Peace on Earth, can it be
Years from now, perhaps we’ll see
We’ll see the day of glory
We’ll see the day when men of good will live in peace
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be
Every child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish will come true
For my child and your child too
He’ll see the day of glory
He’ll see the day when men of good will
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be?
Can it be?
Pretty thing, isn't it?
A newborn king to see, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Our finest gifts we bring, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
To lay before the king, ba-rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Rump-bum-bum-bum
Peace on Earth, can it be
Years from now, perhaps we’ll see
We’ll see the day of glory
We’ll see the day when men of good will live in peace
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be
Every child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish will come true
For my child and your child too
He’ll see the day of glory
He’ll see the day when men of good will
Live in peace
Live in peace again
Peace on earth
Can it be?
Can it be?
Pretty thing, isn't it?
November 05, 2007
When It Was Over
When it was over and they could talk about it
She said there's just one thing I have got to know
What in that moment when you were running so hard and fast
Made you stop and turn for home
He said I always knew you loved me even though I'd broken your heart
I always knew there'd be a place for me to make a brand new start
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on a the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it make take some time
She said, Yeah I felt that and that's probably what saved my life
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to wait while we're working it out
So come with Your love and wash over us
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Jesus, save us from a multitude of things
Make us whole
-Sara Groves
She said there's just one thing I have got to know
What in that moment when you were running so hard and fast
Made you stop and turn for home
He said I always knew you loved me even though I'd broken your heart
I always knew there'd be a place for me to make a brand new start
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on a the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it make take some time
She said, Yeah I felt that and that's probably what saved my life
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to wait while we're working it out
So come with Your love and wash over us
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Jesus, save us from a multitude of things
Make us whole
-Sara Groves
October 31, 2007
God Moves In A Mysterious Way
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm
Deep in unsearchable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings
In blessings
In blessings on your head
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings
In blessings
In blessings on your head
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain
For God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain
In His own time
In His own way
-Song by Jeremy Riddle
Text taken from William Cowper's "Light Shining Out of Darkness"
His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm
Deep in unsearchable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings
In blessings
In blessings on your head
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense
But trust Him for His grace
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face
His purposes will ripen fast
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings
In blessings
In blessings on your head
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain
For God is His own interpreter
And He will make it plain
In His own time
In His own way
-Song by Jeremy Riddle
Text taken from William Cowper's "Light Shining Out of Darkness"
October 24, 2007
Anywhere Is
I walk the maze of moments
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No Vela, no Orion
The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
It's one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end
-Enya
But everywhere I turn to
Begins a new beginning
But never finds a finish
I walk to the horizon
And there I find another
It all seems so surprising
And then I find that I know
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
The moon upon the ocean
Is swept around in motion
But without ever knowing
The reason for its flowing
In motion on the ocean
The moon still keeps on moving
The waves still keep on waving
And I still keep on going
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
I wonder if the stars sign
The life that is to be mine
And would they let their light shine
Enough for me to follow
I look up to the heavens
But night has clouded over
No spark of constellation
No Vela, no Orion
The shells upon the warm sands
Have taken from their own lands
The echo of their story
But all I hear are low sounds
As pillow words are weaving
And willow waves are leaving
But should I be believing
That I am only dreaming
You go there, you're gone forever
I go there, I'll lose my way
If we stay here, we're not together
Anywhere is
To leave the thread of all time
And let it make a dark line
In hopes that I can still find
The way back to the moment
I took the turn and turned to
Begin a new beginning
Still looking for the answer
I cannot find the finish
It's either this or that way
It's one way or the other
It should be one direction
It could be on reflection
The turn I have just taken
The turn that I was making
I might be just beginning
I might be near the end
-Enya
September 14, 2007
Yours Truly, Angry Mob
I can prove anything
I'll make you admit again and again
That I can prove anything
The way that it's read again and again
And it's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own, you'd be dead
It's only 'cause you follow what the others do
It's no excuse to say you're easily lead
You can choose anything
You choose to lose again and again
You could do anything
Why should you do anything again
And it's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own, you'd be dead
You're winding yourself up until you're turning blue
Repeating everything that you've read
So here we go with the letter
Well, can you fix it for me
Because we need entertainment
To keep us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed
You can try anything
And no one would know apart from you and me
You can stop anything
It starts with just one and turns to two then three
It's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own you'd be dead
You raise a glass until
You raise a fist or two
And get a shopping basket wrapped round your head
So here we go with the letter
Oh, can you fix it for me
Twenty-four hour drinking
To keeps us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed
We are the angry mob
We read the papers every day
We like who we like
We hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed
We are the angry mob
We read the papers every day
We like who we like
We hate who we hate
But we're all so easily swayed
We are the angry mob
I'll make you admit again and again
That I can prove anything
The way that it's read again and again
And it's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own, you'd be dead
It's only 'cause you follow what the others do
It's no excuse to say you're easily lead
You can choose anything
You choose to lose again and again
You could do anything
Why should you do anything again
And it's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own, you'd be dead
You're winding yourself up until you're turning blue
Repeating everything that you've read
So here we go with the letter
Well, can you fix it for me
Because we need entertainment
To keep us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed
You can try anything
And no one would know apart from you and me
You can stop anything
It starts with just one and turns to two then three
It's only 'cause you came here with your brothers too
If you came here on your own you'd be dead
You raise a glass until
You raise a fist or two
And get a shopping basket wrapped round your head
So here we go with the letter
Oh, can you fix it for me
Twenty-four hour drinking
To keeps us all off the streets
So tonight you'll sleep softly in your bed
We are the angry mob
We read the papers every day
We like who we like
We hate who we hate
But we're also easily swayed
We are the angry mob
We read the papers every day
We like who we like
We hate who we hate
But we're all so easily swayed
We are the angry mob
-The Angry Mob, Kaiser Chiefs
September 06, 2007
August 30, 2007
The night is gone and the dawn has broken
Do you ever wonder what's been buried under your shoes?
Do you ever wonder why troubles come in twos and threes and still-
All of our days are filled with joy and laughter
It's just a taste of the sweet, sweet hereafter
Where all of our names will be spoken
Like a dream that we awoke in
When the night is gone and the dawn has broken
Do you ever wonder what's been carried over your head?
Do you ever wonder why we don't just sleep the day away in bed?
Do you ever wonder what's been hidden behind your back?
Do you ever wonder why we want the things we lack and still-
All of our days are filled with joy and laughter
It's just a taste of the sweet, sweet hereafter
Where all of our names will be spoken
Like a dream that we awoke in
When the night is gone and the dawn has broken
Do you ever wonder what's appeared before your eyes?
Do you ever wonder why we can't just break the ties that hold us here where-
All of our days are filled with joy and laughter
It's just a taste of the sweet, sweet hereafter
Where all of our names will be spoken
Like a dream that we awoke in
When the night is gone and the dawn is broken
-"Sweet, Sweet Hereafter" by Clive
July 17, 2007
Falling Slowly
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me
And erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
By Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova from the movie Once.
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me
And erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
By Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova from the movie Once.
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