Artist- PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke
Song of the day- This mess we're in
So I kinda forgot about the most excellent PJ Harvey till I came across her new album in Rolling Stone. I suddenly had flashbacks to my freshmen year of college and my first winter in Chicago. I remember waking up in the bitter cold before the sunrise to catch two trains to downtown and listening to this whole album "stories from the city, stories from the sea" and deciding it was the new soundtrack to my life and the totally artsy writer I was becoming. I would be totally badass like PJ and write stories about the city. Perhaps this is laughable now, but the album still holds the test of time, especially my most favorite song, which I just realized was a duet with Thom Yorke. Oh how non artsy and naive I truly was. But this song will always remind me of how the city stays a little too fast paced, a little too dark, a little too messy and a little too inviting to me. Thankfully I"m a badass who can take it.
Can you hear them?
The helicopters?
I'm in New York
No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me
In the eye directly
You met me
I think it's Wednesday
The evening
The mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me
Night and day
I dream of
Making-love
To you now baby
Love-making
On-screen
Impossible dream
And I have seen
The sunrise
Over the river
The freeway
Reminding
Of this mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me
What were you wanting?
I just want to say
Don't ever change now baby
And thank you
I don't think we will meet again
And you must leave now
Before the sunrise
Above skyscrapers
The sin and
This mess we're in and
The city sun sets over me
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
I want to hold the hand inside you I want to take a breath that's true
Artist- Mazzy Star
Song of the day- Fade into you
I'm sick again which calls for another round of "favorite songs to listen to whilst sick in bed". Today's song is one of the too many reasons I thought I had a cooler older sister growing up. Also it being her ringtone for about a decade it's hard not to separate her and the song. Besides it being a fantastic tune, and one I love listening to for it's depressing moodiness with a fragile twang, I also probably like the song while I'm sick cuz I connect it with my sister. My mom always told me growing up that I didn't know who my mother was and would always cry to my sister. I do in fact remember an instance when I was around 7 years old of forcing my sister to hold my hand while a doctor stitched up my stomach and another time being bit by a neighbors dog and wailing bloody murder on my parents bathroom counter with a cut open lip till my sister arrived. Sure this is nice, but what is really amazing is that my sister is the biggest wimp when it comes to blood and needles and all things medically gross. I've seen her clearly disgusted face as she reluctantly held my hand and was never silent about the "ewwwwwws" at the sight of me. Sure a part of me might have secretly enjoyed grossing out my sister, but for all of you with siblings out there you know the strange power they have over you for better or worse sometimes. They can make you feel better when nobody else can, they can make you do almost anything for them even if you don't want to, they can piss you off more then anyone when they still your unborn son's name for their cat, and they can perhaps even make being sick less awful. So for all the siblings out there, this one's for you.
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then it's smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
X2
I think it's strange you never knew
Song of the day- Fade into you
I'm sick again which calls for another round of "favorite songs to listen to whilst sick in bed". Today's song is one of the too many reasons I thought I had a cooler older sister growing up. Also it being her ringtone for about a decade it's hard not to separate her and the song. Besides it being a fantastic tune, and one I love listening to for it's depressing moodiness with a fragile twang, I also probably like the song while I'm sick cuz I connect it with my sister. My mom always told me growing up that I didn't know who my mother was and would always cry to my sister. I do in fact remember an instance when I was around 7 years old of forcing my sister to hold my hand while a doctor stitched up my stomach and another time being bit by a neighbors dog and wailing bloody murder on my parents bathroom counter with a cut open lip till my sister arrived. Sure this is nice, but what is really amazing is that my sister is the biggest wimp when it comes to blood and needles and all things medically gross. I've seen her clearly disgusted face as she reluctantly held my hand and was never silent about the "ewwwwwws" at the sight of me. Sure a part of me might have secretly enjoyed grossing out my sister, but for all of you with siblings out there you know the strange power they have over you for better or worse sometimes. They can make you feel better when nobody else can, they can make you do almost anything for them even if you don't want to, they can piss you off more then anyone when they still your unborn son's name for their cat, and they can perhaps even make being sick less awful. So for all the siblings out there, this one's for you.
I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then it's smiles cover your heart
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
X2
I think it's strange you never knew
Sunday, February 6, 2011
And youre so tired you dont sleep at night As your heart is trying to mend You keep it quiet but you think you might Disappear before the end
Artist- Alexi Murdoch
Song of the day- Song for you
I currently have a mix of emotions because I am elated to have found a new love of my life in Alexi Murdoch only to come to the horrid discovery that his concert this month is already sold out. Like many I first heard of him on the soundtrack to "Away We Go" entirely made up of his music. When I was writing for my friends movie review blog at the time Murdoch's music seemed to be what I couldn't stop talking about. However I ignorantly forgot about him till about ten minutes ago when this song popped up on my pandora. It was as if he had been stalking me (in the more romantic comedy charming way and less the reality creepy way) for the past 3 months and wrote this song just for me. Now perhaps this isn't possible since it was written 3 years ago and you might argue that I am living in a dream world. But it is amazingly creepy (again in the good not realistic bad way) when an entire song speaks every emotion you have that you didn't have words for. Every emotion not seen or you were sure you were hiding well and then some one comes along and just nails it. I like to call it being emotionally punched in the face. And again unlike reality, this form of abuse is sometimes exactly what I need. So for anyone out there who needs an emotional punch in the face, this one's for you.
So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know its hard to make it through
When you say theres something wrong
So Im trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tight
And I dont know even where to start
Maybe thats a start
Cause you know its a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you are hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name
And I see you
Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you wont land
You think no one understands
No one understands
So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway youre not here enough to care
And youre so tired you dont sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end
And its strange that you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry
Well maybe you should cry
And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands
And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
Youre standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move you
Song of the day- Song for you
I currently have a mix of emotions because I am elated to have found a new love of my life in Alexi Murdoch only to come to the horrid discovery that his concert this month is already sold out. Like many I first heard of him on the soundtrack to "Away We Go" entirely made up of his music. When I was writing for my friends movie review blog at the time Murdoch's music seemed to be what I couldn't stop talking about. However I ignorantly forgot about him till about ten minutes ago when this song popped up on my pandora. It was as if he had been stalking me (in the more romantic comedy charming way and less the reality creepy way) for the past 3 months and wrote this song just for me. Now perhaps this isn't possible since it was written 3 years ago and you might argue that I am living in a dream world. But it is amazingly creepy (again in the good not realistic bad way) when an entire song speaks every emotion you have that you didn't have words for. Every emotion not seen or you were sure you were hiding well and then some one comes along and just nails it. I like to call it being emotionally punched in the face. And again unlike reality, this form of abuse is sometimes exactly what I need. So for anyone out there who needs an emotional punch in the face, this one's for you.
So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know its hard to make it through
When you say theres something wrong
So Im trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tight
And I dont know even where to start
Maybe thats a start
Cause you know its a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you are hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name
And I see you
Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you wont land
You think no one understands
No one understands
So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway youre not here enough to care
And youre so tired you dont sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end
And its strange that you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry
Well maybe you should cry
And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands
And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
Youre standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move you
Saturday, February 5, 2011
my love is strong And my heart is weak After all
Artist- Delta Spirit
Song of the day Bushwick Blues
Have you ever liked a song because of a single lyric? That's what happened with me and this song. I've currently been obsessed with choruses because I can't seem to write one for the life of me. I find myself writings songs of endless verses and forgotten how to tie it in to one great phrase that's so damn true and catchy, everything else you have written could be crap as long as the chorus is good. And this is a great chorus. Besides making me desperately crave a diner at 1am after seeing this band a bazillion times and possibly co-writing a song about the lead singer's tight pants and cardigan sweaters, Delta Spirit knows how to write catchy, play dancee, screech vocally, and speak deeply without you realizing it. And all that can be encompassed in the chorus. Which may set my new goal of only speaking in poignant choruses. This may be difficult, I may talk even less than I already do, because my love is strong, and my heart is weak, after all.
Hold on to my hand
Never let go
Never let go
We were just two kids acting tough
Then we grew up
Me, not so much
All the other guys that you've seen
are nothing compared to me
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
When we first met
We spoke so brief
When you sang a sonnet
I hummed sweet relief
Do you recall that night we took the L
Out into Bushwick
It was colder than hell
So maybe there
We should have stopped
Cause I'm left here feeling like a cop
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
To the other side
of the state's return
I met a young girl
Well I couldn't manage her
Because I think of you
In every girl i meet
It's no relief
That sounds to me just as sweet
So maybe I'm the fool for feeling used
By the way we kissed that night i though you knew
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
Song of the day Bushwick Blues
Have you ever liked a song because of a single lyric? That's what happened with me and this song. I've currently been obsessed with choruses because I can't seem to write one for the life of me. I find myself writings songs of endless verses and forgotten how to tie it in to one great phrase that's so damn true and catchy, everything else you have written could be crap as long as the chorus is good. And this is a great chorus. Besides making me desperately crave a diner at 1am after seeing this band a bazillion times and possibly co-writing a song about the lead singer's tight pants and cardigan sweaters, Delta Spirit knows how to write catchy, play dancee, screech vocally, and speak deeply without you realizing it. And all that can be encompassed in the chorus. Which may set my new goal of only speaking in poignant choruses. This may be difficult, I may talk even less than I already do, because my love is strong, and my heart is weak, after all.
Hold on to my hand
Never let go
Never let go
We were just two kids acting tough
Then we grew up
Me, not so much
All the other guys that you've seen
are nothing compared to me
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
When we first met
We spoke so brief
When you sang a sonnet
I hummed sweet relief
Do you recall that night we took the L
Out into Bushwick
It was colder than hell
So maybe there
We should have stopped
Cause I'm left here feeling like a cop
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
To the other side
of the state's return
I met a young girl
Well I couldn't manage her
Because I think of you
In every girl i meet
It's no relief
That sounds to me just as sweet
So maybe I'm the fool for feeling used
By the way we kissed that night i though you knew
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
Friday, February 4, 2011
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Artist- Kate Nash
Song of the day- I hate seagulls
I've realized something in the past couple of weeks that maybe i haven't been able to see so clearly in what feels like a long time. Cuz when you're in a weird blah mood it's easy to focus on all the things you hate and can't work out or figure out. Like seagulls, seriously what is their deal?
I'm blessed. period. And it may be an easy and obvious statement. But I am not an easy and obvious person. I get all the hard questions right and miss the easy ones. I rarely see what's in front of me or listen to what you are saying cuz I'm too busy deconstructing the meaning behind it. But as i was taking a bus and two trains home tonight I thought wow I'm loved and it's nice.
I have a friend who got me a place to live, a friend who gave me a bed to sleep on, a friend who knocks on my door and brings me cupcakes after a hard test, a friend who makes me unknowingly racist videos for my birthday, a friend who calls me more than my mother (which I didn't think was possible), a friend who buys me footy pajamas cuz he knows I'll appreciate them, friends who make me dinner, friends who take me to dinner when they know something is "up", friends who bring me authentic homemade food I'd never cook myself, friends who know my most favorite meal in the world and bring me to it on my birthday, friends who hug me even when i pretend not to want them to, friends who know what action figure to buy me, friends who would deflect a grenade for me, friends who will make faces at me across the room when I'm trying to act serious, friends who are sad when I'm sad, friends who make me a huge delicious cake when they are on a "cleanse", friends who leave me voicemail from 5 states away cuz something funny happened, friends who need me, friends who shovel out my car, friends who just check in to see how it's going, friends who quote Neil Diamond song lyrics to me when they miss me, friends who call me precious and a damn jewel, and friends who draw me pictures that reveal more about me than words.
Someone asked me once how I knew God loved me. And there are so many ways. But usually the clearest and most obvious one is through the people he keeps bringing into my life. I don't think even my degree in writing could form the right words of gratitude. But my mom wanted me to tell you thanks for taking care of me.
I hate seagulls and I hate being sick
I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits
I hate fallin over
I hate grazing my knee
I hate pickin off the scab a little bit too early
I hate getting toothache
I hate when it’s a pisstake
I hate all the mistakes I make
I hate rude ignorant bastards and I hate snobbery
I hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldn’t talk to me
But…I…have…a friend…
With whom…I like to spend
Anytime…I…can find…with
I like sleepin in your bed
I like knowin what is goin on inside your head
I like takin time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine
I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach
I like pickin strawberries
I like cream teas and I like reading ghost…stories
My…heart skips a beat every time that we meet
It’s been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you’re back and I am fine cos you’re with me
And I’m in love…with you
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Honestly…you make me strong! I can’t believe I’ve found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Cos you’re so nice and I’m in love…with you…
Song of the day- I hate seagulls
I've realized something in the past couple of weeks that maybe i haven't been able to see so clearly in what feels like a long time. Cuz when you're in a weird blah mood it's easy to focus on all the things you hate and can't work out or figure out. Like seagulls, seriously what is their deal?
I'm blessed. period. And it may be an easy and obvious statement. But I am not an easy and obvious person. I get all the hard questions right and miss the easy ones. I rarely see what's in front of me or listen to what you are saying cuz I'm too busy deconstructing the meaning behind it. But as i was taking a bus and two trains home tonight I thought wow I'm loved and it's nice.
I have a friend who got me a place to live, a friend who gave me a bed to sleep on, a friend who knocks on my door and brings me cupcakes after a hard test, a friend who makes me unknowingly racist videos for my birthday, a friend who calls me more than my mother (which I didn't think was possible), a friend who buys me footy pajamas cuz he knows I'll appreciate them, friends who make me dinner, friends who take me to dinner when they know something is "up", friends who bring me authentic homemade food I'd never cook myself, friends who know my most favorite meal in the world and bring me to it on my birthday, friends who hug me even when i pretend not to want them to, friends who know what action figure to buy me, friends who would deflect a grenade for me, friends who will make faces at me across the room when I'm trying to act serious, friends who are sad when I'm sad, friends who make me a huge delicious cake when they are on a "cleanse", friends who leave me voicemail from 5 states away cuz something funny happened, friends who need me, friends who shovel out my car, friends who just check in to see how it's going, friends who quote Neil Diamond song lyrics to me when they miss me, friends who call me precious and a damn jewel, and friends who draw me pictures that reveal more about me than words.
Someone asked me once how I knew God loved me. And there are so many ways. But usually the clearest and most obvious one is through the people he keeps bringing into my life. I don't think even my degree in writing could form the right words of gratitude. But my mom wanted me to tell you thanks for taking care of me.
I hate seagulls and I hate being sick
I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits
I hate fallin over
I hate grazing my knee
I hate pickin off the scab a little bit too early
I hate getting toothache
I hate when it’s a pisstake
I hate all the mistakes I make
I hate rude ignorant bastards and I hate snobbery
I hate anyone who if I was serving chips wouldn’t talk to me
But…I…have…a friend…
With whom…I like to spend
Anytime…I…can find…with
I like sleepin in your bed
I like knowin what is goin on inside your head
I like takin time and I like your mind and I like when your hand is in mine
I like getting drunk on the tunes by the beach
I like pickin strawberries
I like cream teas and I like reading ghost…stories
My…heart skips a beat every time that we meet
It’s been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory
But then you’re back and I am fine cos you’re with me
And I’m in love…with you
And I…can’t find the words to make it sound unique…but…
Honestly…you make me strong! I can’t believe I’ve found someone this kind
I hope we carry on
Cos you’re so nice and I’m in love…with you…
Thursday, February 3, 2011
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
Artist- Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Song of the day- Paris (Oooh la la)
Have you ever heard a song that you decided you absolutely 100% hated, and then later realized crap never mind it won me over? This happens to me very reluctantly with Katy Perry, but I mostly blame pop culture for convincing me to to like it. Kind of in the same way it convinces me to like vests again, plastic huge glasses, and Natalie Portman movies. Anyway the first time I saw today's video I rolled my eyes and said she was trying too hard. Till I educated myself in some deep Grace Potter soul and realized there's some pipes, talent, a past history of playing concerts in t-shirts and years of funk to back it up. Granted attempts at studio fame might cause one to sleeze it up and make incorrect french translations but I am all for a revival in girl funk-ness. And it may or may not be also caused from my desire to wear flapper dresses in public unironically. Still there's something about the funky guitar riff and wailing vocals that makes everything just more attractive in general. And I usually hate guitar riffs and funk. But sometimes you need a little extra strut in your step, and if you do today, this one's for you.
And if you disagree check out the hotel room acoustic, rock n roll and what I think is the way more awesomer version!
ou got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
You got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la lala
You got me up on your swing
So when you gonna shake that thing?
You got me up on your swing
So when you gonna shake that thing?
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la la la
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la la la
Song of the day- Paris (Oooh la la)
Have you ever heard a song that you decided you absolutely 100% hated, and then later realized crap never mind it won me over? This happens to me very reluctantly with Katy Perry, but I mostly blame pop culture for convincing me to to like it. Kind of in the same way it convinces me to like vests again, plastic huge glasses, and Natalie Portman movies. Anyway the first time I saw today's video I rolled my eyes and said she was trying too hard. Till I educated myself in some deep Grace Potter soul and realized there's some pipes, talent, a past history of playing concerts in t-shirts and years of funk to back it up. Granted attempts at studio fame might cause one to sleeze it up and make incorrect french translations but I am all for a revival in girl funk-ness. And it may or may not be also caused from my desire to wear flapper dresses in public unironically. Still there's something about the funky guitar riff and wailing vocals that makes everything just more attractive in general. And I usually hate guitar riffs and funk. But sometimes you need a little extra strut in your step, and if you do today, this one's for you.
And if you disagree check out the hotel room acoustic, rock n roll and what I think is the way more awesomer version!
ou got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
You got me down on the floor
So what'd you bring me down here for?
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la lala
You got me up on your swing
So when you gonna shake that thing?
You got me up on your swing
So when you gonna shake that thing?
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la la la
If I a man I'd make my move
If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth
If I a judge I'd break the law
And if I was from Paris
If I was from Paris
I would say
Oooh la la la la la la
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
on a freezing chicago street we shook
Artist- Margot & the Nuclear So and Sos
Song of the day- On a Freezing Chicago Street
Sometimes the appropriate song for the day are the too obvious ones that spell it out for you. Such as today's song. I pretty much couldn't pass up the title itself though the rest of the song is quite depressing and has nothing to do with weather. And it gives me an excuse to play something from one of my fav albums. But do me a favor and for once don't take advice from me or my song of the day. Don't stand outside on a freezing chicago street, don't take too many pills, don't write epic poems to win back lovers...I feel as though all might be a bad idea, but if you must get drunk on cheap red wine in plastic cups I understand. There is only so much you can do during a thunder-snow-storm.
on a freezing chicago street we shook
your hands were trembling from all those pills you took
and we got drunk on cheap red wine in a paper cup
and i was barely awake when you got home
and climbed yourself into bed wearing cheap perfume
and sarah screamed your every breath is a gift
if you weren't so selfish then you might want to live
so if your lover should leave don't get too sad
and don't compose epic poems to win her back
'cause when your bird has flown, she'll never return home
though all your life you'll wait she never will return
Song of the day- On a Freezing Chicago Street
Sometimes the appropriate song for the day are the too obvious ones that spell it out for you. Such as today's song. I pretty much couldn't pass up the title itself though the rest of the song is quite depressing and has nothing to do with weather. And it gives me an excuse to play something from one of my fav albums. But do me a favor and for once don't take advice from me or my song of the day. Don't stand outside on a freezing chicago street, don't take too many pills, don't write epic poems to win back lovers...I feel as though all might be a bad idea, but if you must get drunk on cheap red wine in plastic cups I understand. There is only so much you can do during a thunder-snow-storm.
on a freezing chicago street we shook
your hands were trembling from all those pills you took
and we got drunk on cheap red wine in a paper cup
and i was barely awake when you got home
and climbed yourself into bed wearing cheap perfume
and sarah screamed your every breath is a gift
if you weren't so selfish then you might want to live
so if your lover should leave don't get too sad
and don't compose epic poems to win her back
'cause when your bird has flown, she'll never return home
though all your life you'll wait she never will return
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