by J Mascis
Well I followed you at times
Things that touched me slipped my mind
If you'll help me then I'll try
Then I'll believe it
I need time, could you explain?
I've been caught up in my pain
And it's really not the same
You can see it
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I can't filter what I've lost
See my face and see the cost
All the good that just got tossed
And I keep kneeling
And I don't know what to bring
I get pissed at everything
I need you to see me sing
Keep me believing
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I got nothing left to be
Do you have some plans for me?
I know you do, I know you do
I know you do, Lord
I know you do, I know you do
I know you do, Lord
Now I know you came
Now I know you know my name
Don't let me be the same
Well I followed you for years
I got pain, and I got fears
Then there's moments when it clears
And I've been waiting
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Plans
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Friday, October 2, 2009
Once in a Lifetime
by David Byrne
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself, 'Well, how did I get here?'
Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Into the blue again
After the money's gone
Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground
And you may ask yourself, 'How do I work this?'
And you may ask yourself, 'Where is that large automobile?'
And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful house'
And you may tell yourself, 'This is not my beautiful wife'
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Water dissolving and water removed
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water
Removed water
You may ask yourself, 'What is that beautiful house?'
You may ask yourself, 'Where does that highway go to?'
And you may ask yourself, 'Am I right? Am I wrong?'
And you may say to yourself, 'My God, what have I done?'
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
Look where my hand was
Time isn't holding up
Time isn't after us
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
After the rain holds up
Same as it ever was
Then a twister comes
Here comes the twister
Same as it ever was
Same as it ever was
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Labels: anxiety, contentment, surrealism
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
My City Was Gone
by Chrissie Hynde
I went back to Ohio
But my city was gone
There was no train station
There was no downtown
South Howard had disappeared
All my favorite places
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
Way to go, Ohio
I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back porch
There was nobody home
I was stunned and amazed
My childhood memories
Slowly swirled past
Like the wind through the trees
Way to go, Ohio
I went back to Ohio
But my pretty countryside
Had been paved down the middle
By a government that had no pride
The farms of Ohio
Had been replaced by shopping malls
And muzak filled the air
From Seneca to Cuyahoga Falls
Way to go, Ohio
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town
by Eddie Vedder
I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place
I wish I'd seen the place, but no one's ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts, they fade away
I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me you wouldn't recall, for I'm not my former
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all
Small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see
I just wanna scream, 'Hello!'
My god, it's been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts, they fade away
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Thirteen
by Alex Chilton
Won't you let me walk you home from school?
Won't you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can
Get tickets for the dance
And I'll take you
Won't you tell your dad to get off my back?
Tell him what we said about 'Paint It, Black'
Rock and roll is here to stay
Come inside where it's okay
And I'll shake you
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?
If it's over, let me know
If it's 'no', well I can go
I won't make you
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Monday, September 7, 2009
Can't Lose You
by Derek Webb
So you're gone
But I know you're not so far away
You're a call on the phone
Or a ride on a plane
But that just isn't the same
That's ok
Because I was never home anyway
So now everyone's evolving
And I am just the same
As I was ten years ago
But I don't know
Maybe the simple life
Is more the way to go
But then again
I'm mostly all alone
'Cause I'm losing everyone
But I know I can't lose you
And maybe my time will come
But I know I can't lose you
The older I get
The more that life is making sense
And it's similar to traffic
Or being president
'Cause I'm not the one in control
You grab a hold
I'm just a hammer
Helping to nail the future down
But it's getting hard
Making my friends leave town
But maybe I missed
The nose right on my face
For what's just past it
And maybe I have the gift
That everyone speaks to highly of
Funny how nobody wants it
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Labels: Caedmon's Call, longing, loss, melancholia, Webb
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Masters of War
by Bob Dylan
Come, you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
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