by Phil Collins
I've been waiting
Waiting here so long
But thinking nothing
Nothing could go wrong
Now I know she has a built-in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I'm falling for her
She seems to have an invisible touch
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
She seems to have an invisible touch
It takes control and slowly tears you apart
I don't really know her
I only know her name
But she crawls under your skin
You're never quite the same
And now I know she's got something you just can't trust
And it's something mysterious
And now it seems I'm falling for her
Well, she don't like losing
To her it's still a game
And though she will mess up your life
You'll want her just the same
And now I know she has a built-in ability
To take everything she sees
And now it seems I've fallen for her
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Invisible Touch
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Sunday, September 15, 2019
Magic
by Ric Ocasek
Summer
It turns me upside down
Summer, summer, summer
It's like a merry-go-round
I see you under the midnight
All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a-clicking
A temperamental glow
How could you let me go?
Oh, I've got a hold on you
I've got a hold on you
I've got a hold on you tonight
Oh, I've got a hold on you
I've got a hold on you
That's right
Oh oh, it's magic
When I'm with you
Oh oh, it's magic
Just a little magic
You know it's true
I've got a hold on you
Oh, twisted
Under, sideways, down
I know you're getting twisted
And you can't calm down
I see you under the midnight
Love darts in your eyes
How far can you take it
Till you realize
There's magic in your eyes
Oh oh, it's magic
When I'm with you
Oh oh, it's magic
Just a little bit of
Magic pulls me through
I've got a hold on you
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Thursday, March 28, 2019
Opening Day
by Dan Bern
We're all undefeated, it's Opening Day
Everybody's shoulder feels ok
Legs are fresh as young ponies at play
And everyone could be MVP on Opening Day
The uniforms shine, the grass is bright green
No one's made an error, ERA's are pristine
Pennant hopes simmer from Wrigley to Yawkey Way
And if you're lucky your grandpa will take you to Opening Day
Opening Day, Opening Day
The visitors take the diamond
In their traveling grays
Opening Day, Opening Day
A single up the middle
And you're batting a thousand, hooray
Opening Day, Opening Day
Gentlemen, start your engines
Up up and away
Opening Day, Opening Day
This is the year
It's gonna be ok
You called in sick, got you a ticket
Can't wait to see the painted lines and the bricks
Popcorn or peanuts, you get your choice
Scully's had six months to rest that Golden Voice
Winter coats and gloves and boots are put away
It's Opening Day
That rookie could be the next Willie Mays
Opening Day
It's really, truly finally here
Opening Day
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Saturday, October 27, 2018
Pale Blue Eyes
by Lou Reed
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly you just make me mad
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
I've had but couldn't keep
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
If I could make the world as pure
And strange as what I see
I'd put you in the mirror
I put in front of me
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Skip a life completely
Stuff it in a cup
She said money is like us in time
It lies but can't stand up
Down for you is up
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
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Labels: contentment, longing, romance
Thursday, October 18, 2018
Handle with Care
by George Harrison, et al.
Been beat up and battered around
Been sent up, and I've been shot down
You're the best thing that I've ever found
Handle me with care
Reputation's changeable
Situation's tolerable
But baby, you're adorable
Handle me with care
I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care?
Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on
I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
I've been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care
Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care
I've been uptight and made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care
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Friday, October 12, 2018
Common People
by Jarvis Cocker
She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at St Martin's College
That's where I caught her eye.
She told me that her dad was loaded
I said, 'In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola.'
She said, 'Fine,' and in thirty seconds time
She said,
'I want to live like common people
'I want to do whatever common people do
'I want to sleep with common people
'I want to sleep with common people like you'
Well, what else could I do?
I said, 'I'll see what I can do'
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why but I had to start it
Somewhere, so it started there
I said, 'Pretend you've got no money'
She just laughed and said, 'Oh, you're so funny'
I said, 'Yeah? I can't see anyone else smiling here'
Are you sure you want to live like common people?
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people
You want to sleep with common people like me
But she didn't understand
She just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'Cause when you're laid in bed at night
Watching roaches climb the wall
If you called your dad, he could stop it all
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
And then dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you
And the stupid things that you do
Because you think that poor is cool
Like a dog lying in a corner
They will bite you and never warn you
Look out, they'll tear your insides out
'Cause everybody hates a tourist
Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh
Yeah and the chip stain's grease
Will come out in the bath
You will never understand
How it feels to live your life
With no meaning or control
And with nowhere left to go
You are amazed that they exist
And they burn so bright
Whilst you can only wonder why
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Labels: anxiety, character, disharmony, frustration, identity, longing, melancholia
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Pretzel Logic
by Donald Fagen
I would love to tour the Southland
In a travelling minstrel show
Yes, I'd love to tour the Southland
In a traveling minstrel show
Yes, I'm dying to be a star and make them laugh
Sound just like a record on the phonograph
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago
I have never met Napoleon
But I plan to find the time
I have never met Napoleon
But I plan to find the time
'Cause he looks so fine upon that hill
They tell me he was lonely, he's lonely still
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago
I stepped up on the platform
The man gave me the news
He said, 'You must be joking, son
'Where did you get those shoes?'
Well, I've seen them on the TV, the movie show
They say the times are changing, but I just don't know
These things are gone forever
Over a long time ago
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Labels: anticipation, melancholia, memory, nonsense, romanticism, time