Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Guided By Voices: The Goldheart Mountaintop Queen Directory

Sometimes theres just no explanation. One of the most beautiful and haunting songs I've ever heard, with no discernable meaning whatsoever.
Also a very short song. Oh, well. That's what I go to GBV for. From "Bee Thousand" which is pretty much awesome on a consistent basis. So they will get several images.
Moot Pt.





cold hands touching my face
don't hide - the snake can see you
old friends you might not remember
fading away from you the goldheart mountaintop queen directory the goldheart mountaintop queen directory
and we looked
and we passed
through the hallways of shatterproof glass

she runs through the night as if nobody cares
she screams and she cries and ignores all the stares
she wants me to come, but i'm never going there
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Friday, August 10, 2007

Squeeze: Tempted

Honestly, I knew of this song long before I knew or cared who played it. But the more I think about it, the more I appreciate the storytelling involved and the sort of controlled pissed-offness of the lyric (self loathing, I think?) The dude is distracted and just listing a bunch of crap that fits in a suitcase. I like that it's just a simple bunch of rhymes, but it's smooth. I'll bet this is one of the most misquoted lyrics in the world.
Moot Pt.


I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pyjamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
Lets get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple
The laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still
Keep calling and calling
But forget it all
I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Whats been going on
Now that you have gone
Theres no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

Im at the car park, the airport
The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
Im wishing I was well
I said its no occasion
Its no story I could tell

At my bedside empty pocket
A foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop

I bought a novel, some perfume
A fortune all for you
But its not my conscience
That hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection
Tell me what is there to do

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The Beatles: Let It Be


This might seem like an obvious choice, but I had to do it someday. I was watching the movie "Quitting" on IFC one day, and here it comes, in Chinese (reading subtitles): "speaking words of wisdom, things as they are..." or something very similar. here is the link to IMDB for that movie:
Quitting
These are the type of words that upon first reading seem really cheesy, then you realize it's only because they've been copied so many times.
Moot Pt.

Here are the ever so famous English lyrics:

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Stroke 9: Little Black Backpack

I'm not sure I know what these words are about, but I like the song anyhow. My take is, the couple who's tight in a lot of ways, but one night at the bar she's too friendly with someone or someones too friendly with her, etc. Hopefully the make up sex produced a good song , too. "Your mind is lined with layers of lead..." is my favorite line.
Moot Pt.

I know it
It's a shame
A shame I can't show it
And I see it
I can see it now
But I'm so far below it
Don't wanna

Don't wanna talk about it
I say why not?
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason
For your little black backpack
Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
And
Don't wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back

I feel you
Yes I can
What about that don't you understand?
I sense you
It's something sensual
But it's less than I planned
Don't wanna

You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight
Your mind is lined with layers of lead
Have you heard one thing that I've said?

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Various artists:MTA

Various artists? yes indeed. The link below can explain much more clearly how this song has been passed down through a few generations before it was popularized by the Kingston Trio. I love this song, have since I was a kid. Check out the history of this incredibly amusing lyric:
MTA origins
Thanks to Brownez for the suggestion.

Let me tell you the story
Of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket,
Kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA

Charlie handed in his dime
At the Kendall Square Station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there the conductor told him,
"One more nickel."
Charlie could not get off that train.

Chorus:
Did he ever return,
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd
He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man who never returned.

Now all night long
Charlie rides through the tunnels
the station
Saying, "What will become of me?
Crying
How can I afford to see
My sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"

Charlie's wife goes down
To the Scollay Square station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window
She hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumblin' through.

As his train rolled on
underneath Greater Boston
Charlie looked around and sighed:
"Well, I'm sore and disgusted
And I'm absolutely busted;
I guess this is my last long ride."
{this entire verse was replaced by a banjo solo}

Now you citizens of Boston,
Don't you think it's a scandal
That the people have to pay and pay
Vote for Walter A. O'Brien
Fight the fare increase!
And fight the fare increase
Vote for George O'Brien!
Get poor Charlie off the MTA.

Chorus:
Or else he'll never return,
No he'll never return
And his fate will be unlearned
He may ride forever
'neath the streets of Boston
He's the man (Who's the man)
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man (Oh, the man)
He's the man who never returned.
He's the man who never returned.

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

The Cure: Close to Me

Probably one of my favorite Cure lyrics, possibly one of my favorite lyrics hands down. Robert Smith didn't do it for me much after "Disintegration". You can feel the tension in the words here. Waiting for something. Release? Not yet. The Cure never hit you in the head with anything. They kind of snuck around and quietly seduced you. A song like this one or "10:15 saturday night" holds up to a lot of listens and keeps on sounding good.

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish i'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me
Just try to see in the dark
Just try to make it work
To feel the fear before you're here
I make the shapes come much too close
I pull my eyes out
Hold my breath
And wait until i shake

But if i had your faith
Then i could make it safe and clean
If only i was sure
That my head on the door was a dream

I've waited hours for this
I've made myself so sick
I wish i'd stayed asleep today
I never thought that this day would end
I never thought that tonight could ever be
This close to me

But if i had your face
I could make it safe and clean
If only i was sure
That my head on the door
Was a dream

Faith No More: Collision

From FNM's "Album of the Year". What the hell is Mike talking about? I sometimes wonder if he wrote words to describe the music the band had already recorded. I love the sound of this song, and it's a brilliant album taken as a whole. Some of the lyrics in the "chorus" (I need it, I head on...) overlap each other in the song ,too.
Moot Pt.

Collision, my mission
When the dawn breaks
With a hand shake
Relaxed and feeling great
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
I need it, I head on, I head on, I head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
I need it, I head on, I head on, I head on
All the day's plans
All the shaking hands
Beepers and suntans
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
I need it, I head on, I head on, I head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
I need it, I head on, I head on, I head on
Collision, my mission, head on, head on, head on, head on
When the dawn breaks
With a hand shake
Relaxed and feeling great
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on