I think you can tell that Glen Hansard has been spending a lot of time around PJ. This is the heaviest song I have ever heard from him and I like it a lot!!!
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
With all these left over feelings of you.
'Cause I don't know.
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When all these nightmares become real.
'Cause I don't know.
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
'Cause I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
Exactly what to do.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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Dirty Laundry by Don Henley.
Well over 20 years since this came out and not much has changed.
Sadly.
Reminds me of Tool's Vicarious, too.
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something - something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry
Well I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die - give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set! We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!
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Do you see what I see?
Truth is an offense
You silence for your confidence
Do you hear what I hear?
Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination
Keep you where they must
Do you feel what I feel?
Bittering distress
Who decides what you express?
Do you take what I take?
Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward
Seems to me absurd
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you fear what I fear?
Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me
Do you choose what I choose?
More alternatives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative
Do you need what I need?
Boundaries overthrown
Look inside
To each his own
Do you trust what I trust?
Me, myself and I
Penetrate the smoke screen
I see through the selfish lie
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you know what I know?
Your money and your wealth
You silence just to hear yourself
Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence
Lengthen freedom's ring
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer frees you
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Peace
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
I've got my head but my head is unraveling
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
I've got my heart but my heart's no good
And you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're wretching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
You make me hard when i'm all soft inside
I see the truth when i'm all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
(Without you everything just falls apart)
My blood wants to say hello to you
My fears want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
(How very little there is left of me)
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
take me with you
take me with you
take me with you
take me with you
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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what are you but my reflection? who am i to judge or strike you down?
"I will promise you this, that if we have not gotten our troops out by the time I am president, it is the first thing I will do. I will get our troops home. We will bring an end to this war. You can take that to the bank." - Barack Obama
when you told me 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em'
i was thinkin 'death before dishonor'
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You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is movin' under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.- Hemingway
hedonist
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When I first heard this song, I related it to my situation with Danny. Long-distance-living for more than two years before he packed up his truck and trekked out here to me, to my city; in that in-between time, it was difficult and drew upon our strengths, our humor, our will to make it work.
And it has. WE have. Continue to.
But now, I can see it's more about faith - yet another piece Maynard wrote vis-a-vis his mother. I know faith isn't necessarily related to religion, but it fits, on both sides.
So as the first anniversary of my mother-in-law's death is in a couple of days, and given how much this day meant to her - this is for Sue.
Happy I got to meet her, and moreso that I got to thank her for her part in making, raising, the beautiful man with whom I share this life.
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.
I'm gonna wait it out
If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
I'm gonna wait it out
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
I still may. And I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...
If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.
I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iaysTVcounI
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hI1vO085Owo
Heard this earlier today; it made me think of you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tdmhn8wc-QQ
The entire film*, definitely worth watching.
*edit - It Might Get Loud
(it's actually a bit wild at the moment and I LOVE IT)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2t9-kfzxmLM
Tell me what I'm supposed to do
With all these left over feelings of you.
'Cause I don't know.
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel
When all these nightmares become real.
'Cause I don't know.
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we separate the lies here from the truth.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
And I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
So leave me at the roadside
And hang me up and out to dry.
'Cause I don't think you see the places inside me that I find you.
And I don't know how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
Exactly what to do.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Well over 20 years since this came out and not much has changed.
Sadly.
Reminds me of Tool's Vicarious, too.
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something - something I can use
People love it when you lose
They love dirty laundry
Well I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear
Give us dirty laundry
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up
Kick 'em all around
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die - give us dirty laundry
Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set! We need dirty laundry
You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry
Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
We love to cut you down to size
We love dirty laundry
We can do "The Innuendo"
We can dance and sing
When it's said and done we haven't told you a thing
We all know that Crap is King
Give us dirty laundry!
...And Justice For All
Eye Of The Beholder
Do you see what I see?
Truth is an offense
You silence for your confidence
Do you hear what I hear?
Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination
Keep you where they must
Do you feel what I feel?
Bittering distress
Who decides what you express?
Do you take what I take?
Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward
Seems to me absurd
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you fear what I fear?
Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me
Do you choose what I choose?
More alternatives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative
Do you need what I need?
Boundaries overthrown
Look inside
To each his own
Do you trust what I trust?
Me, myself and I
Penetrate the smoke screen
I see through the selfish lie
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
Do you know what I know?
Your money and your wealth
You silence just to hear yourself
Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence
Lengthen freedom's ring
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer frees you
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Peace
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
I've got my head but my head is unraveling
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's traveling
I've got my heart but my heart's no good
And you're the only one that's understood
I come along but I don't know where you're taking me
I shouldn't go but you're wretching, dragging, shaking me
Turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
The more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
You make me hard when i'm all soft inside
I see the truth when i'm all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
(Without you everything just falls apart)
My blood wants to say hello to you
My fears want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
(How very little there is left of me)
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
and i want you
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
you are the perfect drug…the perfect drug…the perfect drug
take me with you
take me with you
take me with you
take me with you
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
without you…without you everything falls apart
without you…it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CVCH1RYk8Rw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7_MsY2IJz4
what are you but my reflection? who am i to judge or strike you down?
"I will promise you this, that if we have not gotten our troops out by the time I am president, it is the first thing I will do. I will get our troops home. We will bring an end to this war. You can take that to the bank." - Barack Obama
when you told me 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em'
i was thinkin 'death before dishonor'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy8RIiTyhMI
I wouldn't call music a crutch, but goddamn...how it gives me strength to lean on it from time to time. So dependable and unwavering.
(sidenote - this song makes me want to greet everyone with 'ello, guvnah!')
*cough*Axl*cough*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4jM9AkfP8o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98PbGd4x ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBis2GcNb1o
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is movin' under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
"Well, you tell him that I don't talk to suckas."
And it has. WE have. Continue to.
But now, I can see it's more about faith - yet another piece Maynard wrote vis-a-vis his mother. I know faith isn't necessarily related to religion, but it fits, on both sides.
So as the first anniversary of my mother-in-law's death is in a couple of days, and given how much this day meant to her - this is for Sue.
Happy I got to meet her, and moreso that I got to thank her for her part in making, raising, the beautiful man with whom I share this life.
The Patient - Tool
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucZJ7Uc9jzA
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience. drain vitality.
this paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.
But I'm still right here, giving blood and keeping faith. And I'm still right here.
I'm gonna wait it out
If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
I'm gonna wait it out
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
I still may. And I still may.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this...
If there were no rewards to reap,
no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may. And I still may. And I still may.
I'm gonna wait it out.
I'm gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
Gonna wait it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swtNbgdB ... re=related
Taking a bad song and making it great. Every time.