Looks Like Rain

by John Perry Barlow

I woke today and felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you'd been laying
You were gone, my heart was filled with dread
You might not be sleeping here again

It's all right, I love you
That's not gonna change
Run me 'round, make me hurt again and again
But I'll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name
And brave the storm to come
For it surely looks like rain

Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love
And guess from their cries you were listening to a fight
Well you know, hate's just the last thing they're thinking of
They're only trying to make it through the night

I only want to hold you, I don't want to tie you down
Or fence you in the lines I might have drawn
It's just that I have gotten used to having you around
My landscape would be empty if you were gone

It's all right, I love you
And that's not gonna change
Run me 'round, make me hurt again and again
But I'll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name
And brave the storm to come
For it surely looks like rain

Green and Grey

by Chris Thile

I'm in a room full of people, hanging on one person's breath
We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death
I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when
He aimed for the bullseye and hit it nine times out of ten

That one time his hand slipped, and I saw the dart sail away
I don't know where it landed, but I'm guessing between green and gray
I thought nothing of it, but it still haunts him like a ghost
With all eyes upon him, except two that matter the most

He says, 'Green is the color that everyone sees all around me
'Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur'
'The more the crowd cheers, the less I can hear
'And they don't really care what I play
'It might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray'

We paid and we cheered, now we're gone, and to us that feels right
But for him every one of those evenings turns into a night
With another hotel room where he lays awake to pretend
That he's doing fine with his notebook and Discman for friends

He says, 'Green is the color that everyone sees all around me
'Gray is the color I see around her, and she's just a blur
'Night after night, what I hear, what I write
'Fills the room, and my head starts to sway
'It might be for her, but for now it's between green and gray'

'I want you to love me,' he whispers, unable to speak
And he wonders aloud why feelings so strong make the body so weak
Then he awoke, now he's scared to death somebody heard
If it was you, and you know her, please don't say a word

Here's to the Meantime

by Grace Potter

You're running me ragged
I don't do the things I should
If the devil made a fire
You'd be the wood

I've just got one question
Answer me if you could
How can so much trouble
Look so goddamn good?

Look at the way that you've been living
Look at the love you should be giving
Look at what tomorrow left behind
Look at at the life that you've been missing
Look at the girl you could be kissing
Look what happened in the meantime

You gotta get yourself back home
Before I find you and kindly remind you

So come sit down beside me
With a dollar and a dime
And we'll drink away our fortunes
Here's to the meantime

Wine and Blood

by Warren Haynes

Desirée's in disarray
Waiting for her angels to come
Where she used to feel the weight of a thousand lifetimes
Now she just feels numb
But there was a time when her beauty
Raised the eyebrows of the town
Any man would gladly give up all he had
Just to take Desirée down

She stares out the window
At the world passing by
She is caught beneath the wheel
Too heavy to lift, she feels too weak to try
People stare like strangers
Where once she might've asked them in
To fill the void where her heart once was
Now she just fills her glass again
And again

She walks the floor less traveled
Thinks of a sad melody
Wine and blood don't mix like they used to
Now they just make a memory
Too many years trying to do the right thing for the wrong man
Now the picture is clear
She drinks, and she cries, and she hides from the past
'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears

All these half-truths and alibis
Help build a wall of denial
She takes comfort in the night, darkness blocks the light
From falling on her aging smile
Grey befalls her halo
Where there once was a golden mane
And her eyes don't shine like they used to
Without the moon, the sun would be in vain

She puts on her make-up
Though no one's seen her for days
Her silence is a lonely cry
She's trapped inside a maze
Her tears have turned to honey
Drawing the black flies of depression
Desirée's in disarray
Waiting for her angels again

Best Imitation of Myself

by Ben Folds

I feel like a quote out of context
Withholding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gesture and sounds
Got the timing down
It's uncanny, you'd think it was me

Do you think I should take a class
To lose my Southern accent
Did I make me up?
Or make the face till it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself

The 'problem with you' speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me acting my age

Now if it's all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one-handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole
Wondering who I am, when I ought to know
Straighten up now, time to go
Fool somebody else
Fool somebody else

Last night I was east with them
And west within
Trying to be for you what you want to see
But I can't help it with you
The good and bad comes through
Don't want you hanging out with no one but me

Now if it's all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind's somewhere else
You won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself

Yes, it's uncanny to see
You'd really think it was me
The best imitation of myself

Ragged Company

by Grace Potter

O Lord, I think I'm falling to my disbelief
I'm cursing like a sailor and lying like a thief
It's hard to heed the calling from the better side of me
When I'm blaming everybody else, and no one's coming clean

O Lord, can you see my thick skin wearing thin?
And the demons of a lesser me are beckoning me in
Those who gathered 'round me, I'm watching them all leave
'Cause I am my own ragged company

You can take a trip to China or take a boat to Spain
Take a blue canoe around the world and never come back again
But traveling don't change a thing; it only makes it worse
Unless the trip you take is in to change your cruel course
Every town's got a mirror, and every mirror still shows me
That I am my own ragged company

O Lord, it's lonely, O Lord, it's mighty cold
And I don't want to live this way, afraid of growing old
It's hard to heed the warning when you cannot see the crime
The only way to remember is to forget in a rhyme
And I'm scared to tread the red road that leads to Galilee
'Cause I am my own ragged company

Teenage Wasteland

by Pete Townshend

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right
And I don't need to be forgiven

My kids ain't gonna break my heart
My greed ain't gonna spoil their part
This land just has to be a new one
I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun

Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Don't have the latest suit, the long grass is my fruit
I am really ordinary man
The family is free to do just as they please
And we all sleep together in the caravan

Hey you, don't walk on the turnips
My lord, when will they ever learn it
Look there, nations of travelling children
Nowhere to go to escape the chill wind

Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

My kids ain't gonna break my heart
And my greed ain't gonna spoil their part
This land just has to be a new one
I'm gonna tan underneath a new sun

Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross-land
Put out the fire and don't look past my shoulder

The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get home before we get older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
They're all wasted

N.B. This is an earlier version of - and different song from - The Who's more well-known Baba O'Riley.