Lyrics from Lucky You
You clean yourself to meet
The man who isn’t me
You’re putting on a shirt
A shirt I’ll never see
The letter’s in your coat
But no one’s in your head
Cause you’re too smart to remember
You’re too smart
Lucky you
-The National
Eels - In My Dreams - Hombre Lobo (2009)
“…My love is resting
Under a tree
She whispers softly in my ear
As she lay next to me
That was the funnest day
Her sad eyes beam
And it’s all there
In my dreams
In my dreams”
Tennis - My Better Self - Young And Old (2012)
Tennis this afternoon. Just delightful.
“…If I don’t use words
Then each sound goes unheard
Utterly senseless without nouns and verbs
But symbols suggest they are fit to possess
A purpose in function
That cannot be met
My better self still knows
That meaning comes and goes
What is it made?
I do not know
But meaning comes and goes…”
Touring this summer. They’re a must see live! More info here.
“Don’t Let Your Dreams Be Dreams.” - Jack Johnson, Dreams Be Dreams
Definitely Lyrics to live by….
Roslyn - Bon Iver & St. Vincent
Mellow Sunday music …
Up with your turret
Aren’t we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won’t ever find
Don’t let it fool you
Don’t let it fool you…down
Dancing around, folds in her gown
Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node
Wings wouldn’t help you
Wings wouldn’t help you…down
Down fills the ground, gravity’s proud
You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When’d this just become a mortal home?
Won’t, won’t, won’t, won’t
Won’t let you talk me
Won’t let you talk me…down
Will pull it taut, nothing let out
(Source: fuckyeahchickmusicians)
Gil Scott-Heron - The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o’clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back after a message
bbout a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
Like a Mountain - Timber Timbre
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oh, the mountain top,
oh the bleeding stop,
and down goes the hatchet, chopping block,
‘cause i love you like a mountain
oh, the human race,
oh, the private’s face,
and all god’s people find their place
and i love you like a mountain
Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man
weep for yourself my man you’ll never be what is in your heart
weep little lion man you’re not as brave as you were at the start
rate yourself and rake yourself, take all of the courage you have left
waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
but it was not your fault but mine
and it was your heart on the line
i really fucked it up this time, didn’t i my dear?
didn’t i my dear?
Regina Spektor - Sampson
“You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin’ on our heads
But they’re just old light, they’re just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I’d done alright
And kissed me ‘til the mornin’ light, the mornin’ light
And he kissed me ‘til the mornin’ light..”
lookingforanawfullybigadventure:
Jack Johnson toys with my heart with every one of his songs.
