by Kurt Cobain
Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
It's okay to eat fish
'Cause they don't have any feelings
Something in the way
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Something in the Way
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Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Gimme Something Good
by Ryan Adams
I can't talk
My mind is so blank
So going for a walk
I've got nothing left to say
I can't see
The darkness on the rise
I'll be waiting here
Till the end of time
All my life been shaking
Wanting something
Holding everything I have
Like it was broken
Gimme something good
I was playing dead
Doesn't make a sound
Holding my breath
Going underground
So I can't talk
I got nothing to say
It's like there's no tomorrow
Barely yesterday
All my life been shaking
Wanting something
Holding everybody back
Round and round
Gimme something good
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Labels: anticipation, anxiety, disharmony, longing
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Star Trek Episode 1
by Gene Roddenberry
Beyond
The rim of the star-light
My love
Is wand'ring in star-flight
I know
He'll find in star-clustered reaches
Love,
Strange love a star woman teaches
I know
His journey ends never
His star trek
Will go on forever
But tell him
While he wanders his starry sea
Remember, remember me
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Labels: historical, longing, romance
Sunday, September 4, 2016
Listen Up
by Noel Gallagher
'Listen up, what's the time?' said today
I'm going to speak my mind
Take me up to the top of the world
I want to see my crime
Day by day there's a man in a suit
Who's going to make you pay
For the thoughts that you think
And the words they won't let you say
One fine day
Going to leave you all behind
It wouldn't be so bad
If I had more time
Sailing down a river alone
I've been trying to find my way back home
But I don't believe in magic
Life is automatic
But I don't mind being on my own
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Labels: contentment, destiny, nonsense
Monday, August 29, 2016
Pure Imagination
by Leslie Bricusse
Come with me, and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look, and you'll see
Into your imagination
We'll begin with a spin
Traveling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy
Explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
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Labels: contentment, life
Monday, August 22, 2016
Trading Away
by Mark Linsenmayer
One leads to another
And the passing of days
Not too easily lived through
And then traded away
When you struck out in anger
When you were silent and cold
When you were walking with eyes closed
Where did you think you would go?
One thing led to another
Another led you astray
And you were left where you're standing
With no reason to stay
When you're pushing words at them
They don't believe what you say
Can't you see it in their eyes
As they're backing away?
Twisted up like an oak tree
Standing in open air
It's like you're trapped 'neath something heavy
That's no longer there
I guess you thought you'd have other days
You never knew you were trading away
One thing leads to another
Another leads you astray
And you're left where you're standing
With no reason to stay
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Labels: change, disharmony, life, regret
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Louisiana 1927
by Randy Newman
What has happened down here is the winds have changed
Clouds roll in from the north, and it started to rain
Rained real hard, and it rained for a real long time
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
The river rose all day
The river rose all night
Some people got lost in the flood
Some people got away alright
The river have busted through clear down to Plaquemines
Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline
Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tyrin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away
Louisiana, Louisiana
They're tryin' to wash us away
They're tryin' to wash us away
President Coolidge come down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
The President say, 'Little fat man, isn't it a shame
What the river has done to this poor cracker's land.'
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Labels: anxiety, disharmony, history