I moved some of my stuff up to my apartment today. Quite the trip I may say. But, it made me realize how much more I need to do before I move....and how great this move is.
I've been packing like crazy all day. I'm taking stuff up to my apartment tomorrow, and you don't realize how much stuff you have until you have to pack it. Shit, I think I am a hoarder.
I really was surprised to hear that this was the White Stripes. I rarely hear them acoustic and Jack White not screaming. This is so refreshing. I actually really adore this song.
I've thought about it for a while
and I've thought about the many miles
but I think it's time that I've gone away
The feelings that you have for me
have gone away it's plain to see
and it looks to me
that you're pulling away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound to pack it up
I'm bound to pack it up
and go away
I found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that I'm gonna stay
There are so many things
you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but it's hard to think of just what to say
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound to pack it up
I'm bound to pack it up
and go away
I'm sorry to leave you all alone
you're sitting silent by the phone
but we've always known there would come a day
The bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people are riding it
I guess I'm just another running away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound to pack it up
I'm bound to pack it up
and go away
I have had such bad luck lately. I had a horrible end to a long day of work yesterday and was super scared about my job security. Fortunately, I'm not going to lose my job, but I feel I was close to. Ugh, what a bad weekend.
This song is so groovy. I really love it. It's like a mix of 70s groove and modern indie. Really cool. I think I shall explore more of Hot Chip.
Who let you get on my train?
Who let you pick up the blame?
Who let the dogs out?
Who's gonna clean up your mess?
Fuck you
You fucking fuck
You ain't got nothing
Bad, bad luck
Bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck, bad luck
Bad luck you got in my ring
You dance like you've got
An unenviable case of ring sting
Who let you get in my face?
I ain't gonna clean up your mess (bad luck)
Who told you you could get on this stage?
All dressed up like you're in some kind of rage
All dressed up like you're from some other age
Bet you thought you'd get away
Didn't yoiu, didn't you?
Bet you thought you'd get away?
Didn't you, didn't you?
Bet you thought you'd hide from me?
Didn't you, didn't you?
Bet you thought you'd hide from me?
Didn't you, didn't you?
Bet you thought you'd get away
Didn't you, didn't you?
Fiona Apple is such a great songwriter and this song is so beautifully appropriate and sad.
Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me ashore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me
And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
"To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine"
I am blonde. Through and through. Born that way and always. BUT surgeries, indoor jobs and living in the weather black hole town of the midwest has led to my hair to be quite dark......brown. I am so sad. So, to gain back my beloved locks, I have started lightening my hair with lemon and vinegar. And it somewhat works. I am back again.
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one anymore
Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
But then a strange fear gripped me
And I just couldn't ask
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
No, I haven't got one
And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
There is a light that never goes out
I think we all realize that Dylan is the king of songwriting. However, I find it difficult to listen to him sometimes strictly because his voice isn't exactly appealing. I'm a classically trained singer, so hearing him sing kinda hurts. BUT in this song, he actually sings fairly well. One of my fav bob dylans.
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listening
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-falling
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking
But I'll know my songs well before I start singing
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
8-10: Rebirth of Slick (Cool like Dat)- Digable Planets
8-11: They Done Wrong/We Done Wrong- White Rabbits
I have been singing this song in my head for 2 weeks and then all of a sudden I heard it on tv today! I SWEAR I'M PSYCHIC. I don't believe in coincindences.
I love the 80s. Such a great decade that I NEVER got to experience. But, I'm not complaining, the 90s rule. Anywho, the chorus of this song makes me happy. I have no idea why.
Under the anvil of the sun
Sweat, like a train
I come, I come
My body to dust
Scorched by the might of the sun
Burning light, burning white heat
Like wildfire
I sweat a fever
My body screams
Disintegrates in the heat
Our love is the faith that keeps on burning
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
Burnt at the stake, on a bed of fire
My body rises
Taking me higher
My love's desire
Is pure ascension fire
And love is the faith that keeps on burning
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
And then I run 'til the breath tears my throat
'Til the pain hits my side
As if I run fast enough
I can leave all the pain and the sadness behind
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the rain in the summertime
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the rain on my face
In the summertime
"My once photographic memory for recollection's sake is failing me"
I am so sorry. I am a horrible blogger. My life has been swamped with class and work and taking care of mom BUT I'm done with my class and I'm not working much anymore (new grocery store opened nearby) and mom is back to pretty much normal so I'm back! And I promise I will not be this bad again.
I love The Get Up Kids. They are from my neck of the woods, represent. But, anywho, they really are just a good ol' alternative band. This song kind of sums up everything. Literally, I forgot to do this blog because I was busy. SO SORRY
You'll be accepting my apology for taking things too seriously
Sometimes I'm old enough to to keep routines
sometimes I'm child enough to scream
for everything I broke in two
You're barely missing me, I'm missing you and everything you do
I really do, I really do, sure I do
My once photographic memory for recollection's sake is failing me
I can't remember for the life of me
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
But we move on
Get a job where I can tell all of my accounts of someone else
I'm quick enough to judge that they were wrong and that we knew it all along
sing a long, long-winded song I would be content to hum along
If I state that my fingers know where to show what everyone should have known
I'll let it go
Hopefully you'll forget that words that I put in print
my luck, you'll change and have strength enough to walk away
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
But we move on
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong
7-21: Up Up Up- The Givers
7-22: I Miss You- Blink-182
7-23: White Wedding- Billy Idol
7-24: Ten-Twenty-Ten- The Generationals
7-25: Violin- Amos Lee
7-26: 123 Stop- The Postelles
7-27: Sweet Disposition: Temper Trap
7-28: Laredo- Band of Horses
7-29: Monkey Wrench- Foo Fighters
7-30: The Last Goodbye- Jeff Buckley
7-31: One (Blake's Got a New Face)- Vampire Weekend
