Anything music.
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Beverly Hills
Weezer (get a Snuggie with their new CD!)
Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they, I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
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This is the springtime of my loving
the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing
so little warmth I’ve felt before.
It isn’t hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize
These things are clear to all
from time to time.
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This year saw us going to more concerts and shows than we ever have before. This was in spite of the global economic situation and wasn’t something I would ever have predicted. I stopped going to shows long ago because they either were way too expensive (ahem) or the club was so smoky I’d come home smelling like Liggett and Myers. Screw that! But something about this year drove us to plunk down good money to see bands play, and for the most part it was worth it!
We began our musical odyssey with a Jimmy Buffett show in April. It was probably the ninth time I’ve been to a Buffett show: honestly I’ve lost count. Jimmy hasn’t played Raleigh lately so I was less inclined to go. He’s still one of the few artists who can coax me into going to Walnut Creek Amphitheatre. It ain’t the smoke that makes always want to take a shower after returning from Walnut Creek!
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She looked like she learned to dance from a
series of still pictures
She’s madly excited now, she throws her hands
up like a tulip
She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party
Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,
champagne rolls off her tongue
Like a second language
And it should have been her biggest night
The satellite looks down on her as she begins
to cry
All over the world at the very same time people
sharing the same sorrow
As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is
somebody’s bright tomorrow
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I’ll always associate this song with the Revolutions of the late 1980s.
Right Here, Right Now [YouTube]
Jesus Jones
A woman on the radio talked about revolution
when it’s already passed her by
Bob Dylan didn’t have this to sing about you
you know it feels good to be alive
I was alive and I waited, waited
I was alive and I waited for this
Right here, right now
there is no other place I want to be
Right here, right now
watching the world wake up from history
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I was listening to some Sublime on the way to work this morning. The band’s self-titled album from 1996 is such a great disc with the “What I Got” single making it to number one. Lead singer Brad Nowell never saw it happen, though: he died of a heroin overdose two months before the album was released.
I can only imagine what kind of music the band might have made if Nowell hadn’t been so self-destructive. What a shame.
Inaugural Trams (YouTube) (download from Mediafire)
Super Furry Animals
Trams
Inaugural Trams
Trams
Inaugural Trams
Trams
I will design a town in the image of your face.
Round the wrinkles of your eyes my footsteps you can trace.
We could promenade down infranasal depression.
The streets of your hands will never feel a recession.
It’s a secular day and it will be even better tomorrow.
It’s the first day of the integrated transport hub,
Let us celebrate this monument to progress.
We have reduced emissions by seventy-five percent.
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What a great song. If I had a band I would cover this in a heartbeat.
No Sissies (YouTube)
Hawksley Workman
You’re being so tough to me
Like a leather jacket
I know you’ll have no sissies
No baby, you just wouldn’t hack it
Gotta be a strong man
To carry the beautiful burden of your love
No sissies get your love
No slackers get your love
No weaklings get your love
No suckers for your love
No actors for your love
No gangsters for your love
No sissies get your love
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Happy birthday, John.
Who is the man I see
where I’m supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
under the iron sea.
Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball,
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful,
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Lines ever more unclear,
Not sure I’m even here,
The more I look the more I think that I’m
starting to disappear.
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