Friday lyrics, etc

Slacking. Since I posted a damn link that, if you have any human qualities at all, would make you cry, I thought I'd do a lyric on Friday. I'll let you keep on living.

Built to Spill
Distopian Dream Girl(This link plays a live version of the song as well as showing the lyrics)
Distopian Dream Girl 7" - 1995, Up Records


can you make it real
Make it more than will
More than just feel
We are on a ride
We're on it all the time
It's at the front of your mind
My stepfather looks just like David Bowie
But he hates David Bowie
I think Bowie's cool
I think Lodger rules
I think my stepdad's a fool
Without me there's nothing
I'm the only thing that dies
If it came down to your life or mine
I would do the stupid thing
And let you keep on living
"I'm alright," said the man to his wife
Waking up to a head full of bed
Full of what she said
She hadn't thought of it for a while
And when she did
She thought of it differently
Than she thought she should be thinking
Just the thought of it's enough
To penetrate my comfort zone

leerx

almost fergot but churlish charlish reminders me

Dead Kennedys
Holiday in Cambodia
Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables



"Holiday In Cambodia"

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

muddafugginleerick

These guys opened for mc chris the two times I saw him. That's right, I saw mc twice. I'd see him again too. So shut up.

Running, Jumping, Standing Still
The Ergs^Myspace
dorkrockcorkrod
bad youtube, but representative of a show

It's been some time and I don't know
What to do with myself these days
'cause you're out there and I'm lonely
and I swear that I need you here and

I still dream of you at night
And wake up to your goodbye
And I still wanna find a way
To get you here to stay and I

I don't wanna be here without you
I don't wanna be alone tonight

It's been some time and I don't know
What to do with this stupid life
Cause you're somewhere and I'm nowhere
And I swear that I need you here and I
I still dream of you at night
And wake up to you re goodbye
And I still dial your number in my head
But you won't pick up the phone

Morning comes and it's a different girl but the same old story
You're the one
And I'm the zero...

The first song they play in that youtube vid is amazing, even tho the quality is shit on there. I'd recommend the ergs especially for driving...hollering...breaking up.

le Rique

Cuz I effin well can.

Joe Strummer talks about "If I Should Fall From Grace with God" and then the Pogues play it. Shane seems a lil bit off...but I think much of his life was a little off. In a good fuckin' way.

The Pogues
"If I Should Fall from Grace with God"
If I Should Fall from Grace with God

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others

Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me

Its coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me

Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

lee rix

Dinosaur Jr.
Green Mind
"Blowin' It"
youtube.com seach. myspace

I been thinking through the night
Everybody's so uptight
People hurt and that's their right
Cut 'em all loose, think I might
Stewin', hangin' out in town
And my head whirlin' around
Don't trust your mind, it'll let you down
Don't have a thing to go on
I don't know a thing to say to you
I don't know a thing to say to you
There's a time and there's a place
It's not now, it's time to pace
Things I'd say but just can't face
All it means to say them
I could believe the things I feel
Then tomorrow get the same deal
Am I acting on something real?
Or am I blowing it again?
I don't know a thing to say to you
I don't know a thing to say to you
I don't know a thing to say to you
I don't know a thing to say to you

You can listen to all the songs on their new album "Beyond" on their website, or their myspace page.
One time, i had the shirt for this album on at the Fox Photo across from SMHS, and the chick behind the counter took one look at me and got panty-twistitis to such a degree her head nearly popped off. "don't you think that send the wrong message to children, that it's ok to smoke?" I was taken aback...where the hell did that come from? But i rallied, and asked her if she thought maybe someone's parents had more to do with it than a tshirt some malnourished moron was wearing. She sniffed angrily at me. i gave her the over-the-shoulder finger on my way out the door. I like that move. one of these days i'm going to get nailed in the back of the head by a mug of toasty cocoa or somethingsimilar for my adios-finger. ah well, the price we pay to communicate in a way we wish.

forgot! lyric!

This band was on an episode of Scrubs. I apologize for NOTHING.

Section 9 (Light & Day / Reach For The Sun)
The Polyphonic Spree

Light
And day
Is more than you’ll say
Cause all
My Feelings
Are more
Than I can let by
Or not
It's more than you’ve got
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red - one more you’re done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red - one more you’re nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don’t see me fly into the red – one more you’re nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the SUN!

lyric and good pandagon post

This post utterly rules. Not only is the subject matter stupid social conservative BS, and the commentary on it spot-on, but the comments thread afterwards rocks. If you don't regularly read Pandagon, you should.

Since tomorrow's a bizarre mid-week day off, I thought I'd put up a lyric today, and since I have Chicago's "You're the Inspiration" stuck in my head like a tumor (maybe that's where lyrics that stick in my dome come from), I thought I'd inflict it on you too.

Chicago
You're the Inspiration
Chicago 17
(1984, P. Cetera/D. Foster)

You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
You're always on my mind, in my heart
In my soul

You're the meaning in my life
You're the inspiration
You bring felling to my life
You're the inspiration
Wanna have you near me
I wanna have you hear me sayin'
No one needs you more that I need you

And i know, yes I know that it's plain to see
We're so in love when we're together
And i know that I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
You should know, everywhere I go
Always on my mind, in my heart in my soul

They don't have the goofy "When you love somebody/ til the end of time" at the end, possibly the lamest call-and-response in recorded history. Oh wait, here's a videogame with a totally even-more-retarded version of this song. NICE! Yay! Birthday cake!

lee-rick

it's still wednesday dammit

Small Brown Bike
"The Cannon And Tanks"
Our Own Wars
(Wiki)

i know that this might sound strange,
but i can't think of a better way to say that if i could find the words i'd tear them out of my throat
and crush them into your eyes.
so i wrote myself a list of things that i've been meaning to say.
i forced them out of my head, but i can't find your eyes.
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
a walk is all that i need;
this ambiguity feels like a knife in me.
sixteen blocks without any thanks,
i feel that i think the cannons and tanks.
all of these wars that i try to explain get defused so many times so i play with my shoes,
i've learned to untie them with my eyes.
i try to call it a truce, approach you crush them out of my life, convince you.
call it a truce, crush them out of my life.

Here's a youtube search for "Small Brown Bike". While I don't see that song specifically they're a great band that ended too soon. This one is especially satisfying because my brother played it on saturday when I was hanging out and it was basically a blank mp3 on his system, no tag info, and it took me til today to figure it out, and I did. I also forgot the name of the band that the guy in Shopgirl plays in in real life. Sun Kil Moon.

wednesday lyric

Because you all sing along.

"Don't Stop Believin'"
Escape
Journey
Just a small town girl, livin in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south detroit
He took the midnight train goin anywhere

A singer in a smokey room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)

Dont stop believin
Hold on to the feelin
Streetlight people

Kind of crummy video of a cover band doing a lame Journey medley. On second thought don't click that.

latelyrics

here, take it.

The Jesus Lizard
"Then Comes Dudley" (youtube, fucking kickass)
Goat (google)

That woman's crazy, she's the mistress of a man who's crazy too
That woman's carryin'
Then comes Dudley
Dudley's gonna do us all a favor and tear 'em both a new asshole
Dudley feels the time has come to swell his balloon
Dudley feels the time has come to clean this womb (wound)
That's right Dudley, yeah
If it had a face I won't (wanna) eat it, he said
If it had a face I won't eat it, he said
Power of the pink he said (piggy's head)
Power of the pink he said
That woman's crazy, she's the mistress of a man who's crazy too
That woman's carryin'
If it had a face I won't eat it, he said
If it had a face I won't eat it, he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said
Power of the pink he said

One of the coolest bands ever. I took a piss next to Dave Yow at Brick by Brick and told him drunkenly "You're my hero" and he said "You shouldn't tell me that while I have my dick in my hand." Then I puked in a trashcan and punched a d00d in the grill and ran.

wednesday lyric

charles sent me a lyric for a bad religion song, but i've hated bad religion my whole life, so no way. instead i'll put up a Pinback song, because i opposite-hate them.

Pinback
"Bloods on Fire"
Summer in Abbadon


Brain to head. What is that for?
Vein to vein. Torn and Sore
Carpet so thick and worn
Blanketed, dark, and warm

Break the bed, Burn the floor
Heat to Head. Twisted. Sore
Accident. Never warned
Can't explain. Nevermore

Calm yourself
Calm yourself
Bloods on fire
Bloods on fire
It's not in the spark that's not in your eye
Like we used to talk
It's not in the phrase that's not in the language
That we used to talk
Not in the face, you missed me
There
It's not in the science that we didn't learn
When we used to talk
Sit outside, penitence, just
Just let me know, Please say the words.

I'm alright, what was that sound?
Woke me up, now you're around
Pick me up, drag me around
Don't forget to breathe now

Calm yourself
Calm yourself
Bloods on fire
Bloods on fire

We all forgot
We're all lost in Autumn

It's not in the dead shocks that dropped underneath us
When we used the car
It's not in the strings we didn't pull
to move you around the floor
Where are you now?
Pacing a faceless maw somewhere vague
You're not outside. You're not inside. You're not anymore
Where did you go?
Here's to the pranks
we never pulled
And never will

Reading those lyrics doesn't come close to showing how powerful a song this is. I'd recommend taking a listen. Pinback is seriously one of the best bands of all time, and I'd recommend a careful listening to anyone who likes music.

falwell 'n' lyrics

Liberty U student made some napalm and brought it to Falwell's funeral. The reason? Fred Phelps, of the Westboro Baptist Church, which was picketing Falwell for being... a friend of gays. Rrrright. Anyone need any more evidence that Phelps is nuttier than a fuckin huge tractor trailer full of fruitcakes? The special "Extra nuts for nut-lovers!" variety of fruitcake? With boxes made out of nuts?

Fuck you Fred Phelps

, and you too, Falwell. If there was a god, and it was anything like your biblical views, you'd both rot forever screaming in hell.

Hm. What kind of lyric today?

Jerry Falwell's God
Roy Zimmerman
"Homeland", 2004

Jerry Falwell's god was standing by the elevator while we were talking about the party, so we had to invite him.

Secretly, we were all wishing that he wouldn't come, because he's vengeful and jealous and he tends to smite people.

And, of course, he knew we were thinking that, so it made him all the more determined to show up and punish us.

And I wanted to invite my god, but I couldn't find him.

But, Jerry Falwell's god is hard to miss... the gossamer robe and the beard down to here, and the button that says, "What would Jesus do?"

And sure enough, day of the party, there he was at the door.

And he spoke, spaketh he, saying, "I AM COME."

And I knew there was a joke there... but Jerry Falwell's god will not be mocked.

So I said, "Come in."

Jerry Falwell's god
Jerry Falwell's god
Huh!

Now, I'm no heavenly host, but I throw a decent party, and there were people of all kinds there — black, white, Swedish, Norwegian, the whole human spectrum.

And right away, Jerry Falwell's god found the two people who would listen to him and began spaking in a voice so loud, it made the Beastie Boys sound like the Vienna Boys Choir.

And he made the lame to walk.

And these were my friends, so they were still lame, but they could walk.

And he turned the loaves to fishes, and the Oreos to Hydrox.

And he divided up the room, divided he, saying "Gays here, lesbians here, pagans here, abortionists, feminists, civil libertarians, People for the American Way," and frankly, some of us did not know where to stand.

I went with the lesbians.

Jerry Falwell's god
Jerry Falwell's god
Huh!

And he pointed his huge finger at each group in turn, saying, "I blame you, and you, and you, who have secularized society and cast me out of the town square," and I thought, "Man you are the town square."

He said, "Lo, I have lifted the Veil of Protection, for the end days are here, and the judgment is nigh, where I will draw the faithful to heaven and will leave the unrepentant to walk a desolate earth." And I thought, "More polyester for the rest of us."

And he spat fire, and he rained toads, and he brought forth seven bowls of seven plagues, and finally I just said, "Look, I'll tell you one thing Jesus would not do.

Jesus would not wreck a guy's party.

And Jesus would not preach hate.

And Jesus would not stand in the rubble and say, 'I told you so.'

And Jesus would not use an international catastrophe to score points for some misogynistic, narrow, homophobic, anti-Semitic interpretation of his life and teaching.

And if people are jealous and judgmental and vengeful and violent, maybe it's because you made them in your image.

And if people have cast you out of the town square, maybe it's because you are a finger-pointing, moralizing, rageaholic, stone drag who gives deities a bad name!

And if people have turned away from your word, maybe it's because you have spinach in your teeth!"

And he smote me.

Jerry Falwell's god
Jerry Falwell's god
Huh!

wednesday lyric and dammit

Everyone I know who watches Adult Swim will hate me for this, but they just played the dog episode of Futurama...you know the one I'm talking about...and I thought I'd post the lyrics for that song. This link goes to the original song, and here:

If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
'Till you're back beside me, 'till I'm holding you
'Till I hear you sigh here in my arms


Anywhere you wander, anywhere you go
Every day remember how I love you so
In your heart believe what in my heart I know
That forever more I'll wait for you


The clock will tick away the hours one by one
And then the time will come when all the waiting's done
The time when you return and find me here and run
Straight to my waiting arms


If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
'Till you're here beside me, 'till I'm holding you
And forever more sharing your love


And forever more I'll wait for you

I don't know the artist, or the album, or anything. I looked and then got bored with looking. New another episode of Futurama is on, so fuck that.

Wednursday lyrics

I know you'll all think I'm nuts but I love this cartoon and the theme as well. It's just awesome. I transcribed the lyrics myself.

SHIN CHAN!
Ending theme

Woke up late this morning
clouds were really rolling
frogs and dogs were raining from the sky

everything seems awkward to me
nothing's just as it should be
if this keeps up i surely won't get by

and then i close my eyes and try to smile
i know things are bad and getting worse
but after all this i can rest a while
and then i'll party party!

Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Shake your tail and you can
Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Shake your blues away!

Yo, reggae vacation mon!
this party's shakin' and it aint just shakin' me
i see you smilin' grinnin' ear to ear
sing the song and you should really sing it clear
just sing along with us!

Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Party party!
Join us join us!
Shake your tail and you can
Party party!
Party party!
Party party!

Here is the adultswim.com page for Shin Chan, and at the right side under extras you can click "Party, Party, Join Us, Join Us" and listen to the song, as well as view the end titles. There's at least one episode up for grabs as well.

Wednesday lyric

I think this was used in a VW commercial or something. There's a car commercial out there that has Galaxie 500 in it as well, so that wouldn't surprise me.

Iron and Wine
"Such Great Heights"
Such Great Heights Single

(Note: I know this is a Postal Service song, but Iron and Wine's version is so freakin good I couldn't stay away from it. If you love the PS's version, give this one a listen.)

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.

And I have to speculate
that God Himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay.

And true it may seem like a stretch
but it's thoughts like this that catch
my troubled head when you're away
and when I am missing you to death.

And when you are out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
I hope this song will guide you home.

they will see us waving from such great heights
'come down now' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
'come down now' but we'll stay

I tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
it sounded thin upon the sending.

and that frankly will not fly
you'll hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
and this is guiding you home.

they will see us waving from such great heights
'come down now' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
'come down now' but we'll stay

they will see us waving from such great heights
'come down now' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
'come down now' but we'll stay

they will see us waving from such great heights
'come down now' they'll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
'come down now' but we'll stay

Youtube fanvid. Not totally terrible.

wednesday lyric from charles

INDK
All 41
Kill Whitey

Ready to
Fight for you
Got your back
Pickin up the slack
Ready to go into the line of fire
Ready to set myself on fire
Ready to do anything
Possession of friends is a precious thing
If you're slippin, fallin down
We'll be the ground
We're not going on without you
There's no way
We'll pay your way
We're going the long haul to the end
We're all for friends
We're crossing the finish line in victory
This one's from me
Now you know
You don't stand alone
I'm for you
I'm always true
I wouldn't trade our friendship for another chance
I wouldn't trade our friendship for a chill romance
I wouldn't change a thing in all the times gone by
Wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet and die

He did send an MP3 tho.

Wednesday Lyric by Desiree

Komeda
It's Alright, Baby
What Makes It Go?


From patience and from pain
The one who never ends will gain.
The lovely notes from score to score
Become the sound of the general score?

I'm tired of being wasted
I'm so sick of being tired.
Yeah, but sure that love existed
Long before the first word was pronounced.

From patience and from pain
The one who never ends will gain.
The lovely notes from score to score
Become the sound of the general score?

I'm tired of being wasted
I'm so sick of being tired.
Yeah, but sure that love existed
Long before the first word was pronounced.

Chorus
Woo Hoo It's alright, baby
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, sugar
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, honey
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, it's OK
It- is- so- crazy

To put it all in place
Requires a special grace
A single gesture of sweet emotion
A single notion of bitter potion

A strawberry-flavored composition
Is all that it takes
When the lyrics stand on end
And the head is full of conclusions of a simple mind

Chorus
Woo Hoo It's alright, baby
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, sugar
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, honey
It's a crazy world, it's a bit absurd
Woo Hoo It's alright, it's OK
It- is- so- crazy

Ed. Note- Thanks for the pinch hit baby. -g

While I was trying to figure out a WL I realized this song had been bumping around my head all day.

The Buzzcocks
"What Do I Get?"
Singles Going Steady (1979)

I just want a lover like any other
What do I get
I only want a friend who will stay to the end
What do I get

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

I'm in distress I need a caress
What do I get
I'm not on the make I just need a break
What do I get

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

I only get sleepless nights
Alone here in my half-empty bed
For you things seem to turn out right
I wish they'd only happen to me instead

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

[Solo]

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

I only get sleepless nights
Alone here in my half-empty bed
For you things seem to turn out right
I wish they'd only happen to me instead

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

I just want a lover like any other
What do I get
I only want a friend who will love to the end
What do I get

What do I get
Oh oh what do I get
What do I get
Oh oh what do I get

Well let me tell you now
I get no love
I get no sleep at nights
I get nothing that's nice
I get nothing at all
At all,at all,at all
At all,at all,at all
Cos I don't get you

lyricsh...two for one wednesday

so there

Scout Niblett
I Am (2003)
"Your Beat Kicks Back Like Death"

We're all gonna die
we don't know when
we don't know how
and your beat kicks back like death
We're all gonna die

that is some songwritin right there. scout is pretty kickass.

Not the same song, but cool to see.

Heavy Vegetable
Frisbie (1995)
Song for Wesley

This song's about a man.
He is like a genius.
He can roar like a lion
He gets down like a Magikist.
Wesley, people can be so cruel.
Don't let them bring you down.
Don't let them take advantage.
You're in complete control
Wesley Willis
If you lay down for this
I'll claim I'm dead serious

He's got style
He's got a special gift
He can see right though
all the musical bullshit
Wesley Willis

Rock over London,
Rock on Chicago
Wesley WIllis
he is whipping on a mule's ass with a belt

There's a couple lyrics I'm not sure of...but it's a kickass song about a genuine American oddball named Wesley WIllis. Draw your own conclusions about Mr. W.

Man, check out this video on the front page... the chorus of the second song they show is "Count on the insane to save the souls of the suckers". I love that fucking band. If they were a woman I would make sweet love to them for days.

dammit

i was getting ready to pre-write a wednesday lyric post an safari done crashed all up on me.
any whoo

The Vandals
Internet Dating Superstuds
"Soccer Mom"

Gliding across the lawn, oranges and Evian.
And pizza right after the game.
Just tell me where and when,
Volvos and collagen.
Hope you might feel the same.
My Soccer mom, it's on.
Knew all along so right it's so wrong.
Pray to god that you're thinking what I'm thinking.
I know you're brattless every other weekend.
Let your hair down and keep it all a secret.
No reason why it couldn't be that way.
If you say yes right now, I'll make it work some how.
Those fancy dinners don't come free.
Don't know just where he went.
But with that settlement, you should be taking me.
My Soccer mom, it's on.
Knew all along so right it's so wrong.
Pray to god that you're thinking what I'm thinking.
I know you're brattless every other weekend.
Let your hair down and keep it all a secret.
No reason why it couldn't be that way.
Tell me I'm the one for you, even if it isn't true.
I'd pretend to like those two snot kids.
And if it had to end, I think that my heart would eventually mend.
I'd keep my fingers crossed for another MILF like you.
Pray to god that you're thinking what I'm thinking.
I know you're brattless every other weekend.
Let your hair down and keep it all a secret.
No reason why it couldn't be that way.
Tell me I'm the one for you, even if it isn't true.
I'd pretend to like those two.
I'd do anything for you my Soccer Mom.

Wednesday lyric

I know it's Thursday, shut up. Charles harrassed me for a lyric, so I let him pick one out. Normally, he can only muster enough concern about me to not stab me when I'm not looking, so this is a major breakthrough on the stabber-stabbee relations front. Last night I was in bed and some d-bag in the parking lot ran into a parked car, and then went in their garage and ignored it. I took down their license # and left it on the car that got hit. I crept around in the dark too because I'm a giant scared vagina.
Speaking of which, here's Charles' lyric!

The Engine Driver
The Decemberists

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

I'm a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are powerlines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

I'm a money lender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me let me go
And if you don't love me let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on

And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones
My bones

(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go
(And if you don't love me let me go)
And if you don't love me let me go

Monday Lyric?

"Mistakes & Regrets" (Video)
...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead...
Madonna

If I could make a list
Of my mistakes and regrets
I'd put your name on top
And every line after it

Because every inch of hope
Becomes a world of shame
I've had to walk through
Each and every day

And if I screamed "you were wrong"
At the top of my lungs
It would never return
All the faith that I've lost

Because there is nothing left to say
That has not been said
If I shouted, you wouldn't listen
I dought it'd even sink in

If you forget how to feel
Reach inside your chest
Is there a heart beating?
Is there just emptiness?

Amazing band I kind of stumbled into since I listen to no radio. Well, NPR.