a place for music that is absolutely necessary to your day/life and for your listening pleasure. I avidly blast music while making breakfast….and this space is reserved for random, delicious tunes over coffee.
words first, as per, for you to devour.
Luz by Via Audio
I realign my posture so my shoulders speak my mind. This glow that you share makes me brighter and makes me stand upright. I hold my head high for all to see, your tender light on me.
I used to leave crumbs in the pasture to find my way back home. Now, unafraid to lose my way, together we’ll wander alone.
I hold my head high for every eye to see; your tender light on me.
Tears Over Beers by Modern Baseball
When I was just a boy, we’ll call it 15 or so, I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones. That girl who’s next to me, she found herself bored to tears, she realized that if she wanted conversation, she’s out of luck for three more years
When I moved away from home, 100 miles or so, I knew a change had grown inside my awkwardly long limbs and bones. That girl who’s next to me, she’s friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but all she has to say is a meat head-themed monologue on why Brad ran away.
She said, “All I can hope for is for me to get better, because all I can take is no more.
I’ll win him back again, we’ll be lovers, best friends. He won’t need no other woman like he did way back when he was with me. He needed more than me I’m friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty, but he needed more than me.”
When I felt that I should leave, we’ll call it midnight or so, I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in her bones. That girl who’s next to me, she don’t know her worth in this town, because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me is grinning as he’s checking her out.
I said, “All I can hope for is for you to get better, because all I can take is no more. I’ll hide where I can, away from you and your friends, leaking tears over beers once again.”
Rubies by destroyer
Dueling cyclones jackknife. They got eyes for your wife and the blood that lives in her heart. Cast myself towards infinity, trust me, I had my reasons. Had a dress for every season, it was worth it. Pulled into town relatively free of hassle, secured a room at the castle, it paid for itself. Checked out my surroundings, headed down to Thornton Park.
Find your way, discover that things are dark.
Shadowy figures babbling on about typical rural shit. I wave bye to them in a modern way and increase my stay at the dock of the bay.
Quiet, Ruby, someone’s coming. Approach with stealth. Oh, it’s just your precious American Underground and it is born of wealth. With not a writer in the lot, sapphires vie for your attention. Cheap dancers, they mean well in their way, but Priest says – “Please, I can’t stand my knees and I can’t bear her raven tresses caught up in a breeze like that!”
Blessed doctor, do your worst. Cut me open, remove this thirst. Hidden, but near, a series of visions, I won’t repeat them here.
I won’t repeat them here.
Typical me, typical me. I gave my cargo to the sea. I gave the water what it always wanted to be.
Look to the West! “Ah look, it’s no contest,” – Proud Mary said as she lit the fuse. “I wanted you, I wanted your blues.” Your Blues.
“All good things must come to an end. The bad ones just go on forever. Isn’t that what I just said? It is Now and it is Never.
Don’t worry about her. She’s been known to appreciate the elegance of an empty room. Look, I made you this broom. A predicate warning to the sun – “This Night advances on…”
The sketchy crowd shows me drawings, they’re alright. An alternately dim and frightful waste. Now come on honey let’s go outside. You disrupt the world’s disorder just by virtue of your grace, you know…
I didn’t want to go, but leave I must…as gratifying as this dust was. Please don’t wake me from this – my golden slumber – I am proud to be a part of this number!
Tessellate by alt-j
Go alone my flower and keep my whole lovely you; wild green stones alone my lover and keep us on my heart. Three guns and one goes off; one’s empty, one’s not quick enough. One burn, one red, one grin..search the graves while the camera spins.
Chunks of you will sink down to seals, blubber rich in mourning, they’ll nosh you up. Yes, they’ll nosh the love away but it’s fair to say you will still haunt me.
Triangles are my favorite shape, three points where two lines meet. Toe to toe, back to back, let’s go my love; it’s very late. ‘Til morning comes, let’s tessellate.
Giant by Matrimony
Does it feel good to leave me behind? Do you like the way I look when I’m crying? When you said that Id be yours until we die….does it feel good to leave me behind?
Does it feel good to leave me on my own? When you said that I’d be yours when you got home, when you know I don’t have nowhere else to go. Does it feel good to leave me on my own?
There’s a giant leading me to God knows where. I’ve got news i’m going my way, fighting and I feel I’m getting somewhere; all is right, all is right.
All is right.
Everything I Own by The Front Bottoms
Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone. Just try to appreciate what you got wile you got it. So if it ever goes away, you can say you enjoyed it while it lasted. Sometimes I don’t feel like singing, I don’t really like these songs; sometimes I don’t feel like dancing, DJ please don’t turn the beat on. Let’s keep it quiet, keep me honest, and keep me true. Keep me in love; keep me believing it’s with you.
But who’s gonna push my wheelchair around when I get sick? God forbid I ever stop feeling sorry for myself, for being selfish. This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life, but for right now, it gets me by; it gets me by.
It’s reached the point in the night where I need to decide whether I’m gonna fall asleep or watch the sunrise. We’re both into letting this develop but the sound of starting over always sounded much better. But I won’t stop this, and you won’t stop this; it’ll probably go further than either of us wants it. It all comes down to the fact that I don’t care to sacrifice a good time ’cause someone says I have to. Next thing I know, I am removing all my clothes and you are dancing around the room to some song on the radio. You say I deserve it, what’s coming, the good and the bad. I don’t regret it, how could it? You were the best I ever had. I ever had, I ever had, I ever had, I ever
Who’s gonna push my wheelchair around when I get sick? God forbid I ever stop feeling sorry for myself, for being selfish. This is not the way I plan on living for the rest of my life, but for right now, it gets me by.
Don’t Love You – TV on the Radio
Sad wakes alone, cradling the phone, knows that sullen silence is the meanest way to moan. But all that you were was all that I had and we could not find a simple way to work that simple plan.Oh aching bones, oh sleepless bed, toss, turn and roll away from words unsaid.It’s been said best by yo, been said best before.
But I just want to let you know I don’t love you anymore.
I just want to let you know I don’t love you anymore.
Ghost Town – Nick Thomas
I made my peace with how things have got to be now. Whiteknuckle grip on the wheel, it’s high time I get this show on the road — all alone — good luck from here on out. I understand, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t keep me up at night, warm engine push me along, need to find myself a new place, forget her face, turn this wrong back into alright. Every ghost town looks like paradise to me, within every dusty, haunted building lies my safety from your misery. I just can’t actually believe this is happening.
I misplaced my hope, I left it in the foreign alleyways I roam. I care so much more than she knows. But that don’t make a damn bit of difference now. It’s stunning how I made it back home.
Fade Into You – Mazzy Star
Gazebo – Owen
Alone on the train, you’re running towards or maybe away from a reason to wake each morning. Your thoughts again drift towards us and what we have and haven’t become. Your head shakes and you think “never again.” It’s true what they say about fools who leave too soon, they don’t ever really move on. Put your hand in your bag and pull out the Carver book you grabbed before leaving. And then you realize in this too she was right. You make an excuse, you make up a lie. So what’s left of your soul like the best friend you just sold to sleep? Easy at night. It’s true what they say about fools who speak too soon, they don’t ever really know what they’re getting into or out of. You’re on your way, the taste of blood from a bitten tongue. You’re in need of some new teeth that won’t cave in.
This song has circulated through various Spotify/Pandora playlists and I finally paid enough attention to it today. I was halfway through the song and Googling the lyrics – I had to. The song is too perfect for the next installment of pretty ugly.
The Things We Did Last Summer – A Fine Frenzy (but literally any version is fantastic)
The boat rides we would take, the moonlight on the lake, the way we danced and hummed our favorite song.
The midway and the fun, the cupid doll we won, the bell I rang to prove that I was strong.
The things we did last summer, I’ll remember all winter long.
The early morning hike, the rented tandem bike, the lunches that we used to pack.We never could explain that sudden summer rain; the looks we got when we got back.
The leaves begin to fade, like promises we made. How could a love that seemed so right go wrong?
The things we did last summer I’ll remember all winter long….