February 2012
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December 2011
3 posts
cavity search...
This is a song I wrote.
The down and dirty dozen and the cops were kissin’ cousins
And they left me with the tools, cause I’m the best at getting screwed
You lobbied like a lawyer, fed me reasons like they’re food
But I’ve been beaten I’ve been starved into a more carnivorous mood
Now I want to fill my hunger but I don’t know where to start
A girl with an actual heart
A girl with an actual...
September 2011
3 posts
I have (again) become obsessed with these lyrics.
“I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor
And I could dig my way free of myself taking more
But prisoners know nothing of victory at war
Let’s call it a truce for now
Georgia looks covered in blood from the air
Where the clay and the river fight and run as a pair
And women comb brambles and stones from their hair
Let’s...
April 2011
2 posts
New Ryan Adams songs that are good. →
February 2011
2 posts
...Like a long goodbye......
That most cherished and reviled of days on the calendar, Valentine’s Day, is almost here. For we reflective types, V-day invariably goads us to take stock of our “love lives.” This, for me, is a stroll through beautiful, thorny roses: Not all pleasure, not all pain. It’s mostly just confusing, which is why I go back and forth on whether “taking stock” is even...
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
2 posts
Not Sensible
“Get comfortable, get unfrustrated. Get healthy and all the things that you want.”
So begins the Tokyo Police Club song “Not Sick”. I loved this song because it’s like an aural water park ride. It makes you wanna put your arms in the air and shout “Whoo!” as the hand-claps & guitars splash your t-shirt & board shorts. But then I loved it again...
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
6 posts
Tokyo Police Club - Wait Up (Boots of Danger) →
They somehow figured out how to be catchier. If you see me in the next few days, just know your conversation will be competing with this melody for my attention. Sorry. I blame Canada.
So good to meet you, Mr. Chess.
This is a beautifully written song. Penned by lauded playwright Steven Sater and set to music by Duncan Sheik (you remember Barely Breathing, right?). They were inducted into the Songwriters’ Hall of Fame for their collaborative success with the Tony award-winning Broadway play, Spring Awakening. This song is from an earlier collaboration of theirs, an album released by Duncan Sheik called...
compulsion
“I don’t know why I do what I do. If I did know, I probably wouldn’t feel the need to do it… Surely it is an odd way to spend your life- sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist- except in your head. Why on earth would anyone...