Remember when you fell in love with music? You closed the door, turned on the ceiling fan and popped in a fresh cd of something you'd never experienced before. Then you lay on your stomach, cd booklet in hand, and read every word to every song, through the album start to finish. As I get older, I so often hear a song and realize I've never even heard the words, and once I finally do, I love it in a new way and long for the days when I relished in that pursuit. This is my attempt to bring you back to that. Go ahead—grab the song, lay down on your stomach and enjoy.

Thursday
Nov112010

"Home" by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Home—Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Alabama, Arkansas. I do love my Ma and Pa,
Not the way that I do love you.
Holy Moly, me, oh my. You're the apple of my eye.
Girl, I never loved one like you.
Man, oh man, you're my best friend. I scream it to the nothingness.
There ain't nothing that I need.
Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie. Chocolate cake and Jesus Christ.
There ain't nothing please me more than you. 

Oh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Oh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la. Take me home.
Honey, I'm comin' home!

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark.
Girl, I've never loved one like you.
Motes and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls.
I've been everywhere with you. That's true!
Laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night.
Nothing could be sweeter than with you.
And in the streets, runnin' free, like it's only you and me,
Geez, you're somethin' to see.

Oh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Oh, home. Let me go home. Home is wherever I'm with you.

La, la, la, la. Take me home.
Honey, I'm comin' home!

Oh, home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Oh, home. Let me come home. Home is when I'm alone with you.
Home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you.
Oh, home. Yes, I am home. Home is when I'm alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas. I do love my Ma and Pa.
Motes and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls.

Friday
Jun052009

"This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)"

This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)—Shawn Colvin 
This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)—Talking Heads

Home is where I want to be.
Pick me up and turn me 'round.
I feel numb—burn with a weak heart.
I guess I must be having fun.

The less we say about it, the better.
Let's make it up as we go along.
Feet on the ground, head in the clouds.
I'm okay; I know nothing's wrong.

Hi oh, I got plenty of time.
Hi oh, I got light in your eyes.

And you're standing here, beside me.
I love the passing of time.
Never for money, always for love.
Cover up and say goodnight.
Say goodnight.

Home. It's where I want to be.
But I guess I'm already there.
I come home. You lifted up your wings.
I guess that this must be the place.

Still, I can't tell one from another.
Did I find you, or did you find me?
There was a time, before we were born,
If someone asks, say this is where I'll be.

Hi oh, we drift in and out.
Hi oh, sing into my mouth.

Out of all those kinds of people,
You got a face with a view.
I'm just an animal, looking for a home,
To share the same space for a minute or two.

And you love me until my heart stops.
And you love me until I'm dead.
You've got eyes that'll light up, eyes that look through,
Cover up the blank spot, hit me on the head.

Say goodnight.
Say goodnight.
Say goodnight.

Friday
May152009

"Peng!" by Iron & Wine

Peng!

Curiosity was far greater than our fear.
It felt so simple, so prodigious at the same time.

Incredible things are happening in the world.
Magical things are happening in this world.

Across the river there are all kinds of magical instruments.
While we really keep on living like monkeys.

Incredible things are happening in the world.
Magical things are happening in this world, yeah.

Sunday
Apr262009

"I'll Be Glad"

I'll Be Glad—Bonnie Prince Billy  
I'll Be Glad—Shannon Stephens

I'll go anywhere that You do, and if You don't go before,
Lord, I don't want to go without You anymore.
Meet me in a pillar of fire. Shade me with a big white cloud.
Lord, wherever You go, You'll always have me around.

You will give my body rest and never let me thirst,
So I'm not going anywhere if You don't go there first.
And when I see You beckoning me that's how I'll know.
Lord, following Your lead is the only way I'll go.

When You get Your flock together, please take me along.
Lord, I'm too weak to travel. I'll be glad You're strong.
And I'll lean on Your arm.

Wednesday
Apr152009

"Playing with Pink Noise" by Kaki King

Sunday
Mar292009

"Red Cave" by Yeasayer

Red Cave

I went out past the willow and the well,
Caught my breath upon the hill
At the edge of the domain

And I went down,
And fell down,
And when I got up,
I'm at the red cave.

And with that sound,
As if I had been put under a spell,
She led me to her whirlpool,
Warm despite a winter's day.

Mary's house in the hollow of the
White hazel rapid whirlpool
And the church of the red cave.

I'm so blessed to have spent good time
With my family and the friends
I loved in my short life—
I have met so many people I deeply care for.

 

You won't regret this.

Thursday
Feb122009

"I Am Aglow" by Sarah Harmer

I Am Aglow

I am aglow with thoughts of you.
Are the stories that you told me true?
It doesn't matter if they are—
they are to me; I am aglow.

Some might say these thoughts are wrong,
that you might see yourself in this song.
Well I hope that you don't mind if you do
'cause I am aglow with thoughts of you.

Does it matter that what I remember might be
just my own imagination painting scenes more pretty?
Well is it obvious? Does it show?
With thoughts of you, I am aglow.

I am aglow with thoughts of you.
Are the stories that you told me true?
It doesn't matter if they are—
they are to me; I am aglow.

Some might say I'm thinking in sin,
so I just sit back and take you in.
You're a map of a place maybe someday I'll go.
With thoughts of you, I am aglow.

Does it matter that what I remember's not true?
Does it matter that all I can think of is you?
Does it matter that what I remember might be
just my own imagination painting scenes more pretty?

Well is it obvious? Does it show?
With thoughts of you, I am aglow.

Tuesday
Feb102009

"Please Forgive Me" by David Gray

Please Forgive Me mp3  
Please Forgive Me video

Please forgive me if I act a little strange,
for I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning running through my veins
every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.

Help me out here, all my words are falling short
and there's so much I want to say.
Wanna tell you just how good it feels
when you look at me that way.
When you look at me that way.

Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
moving out across the bay.
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
deep into that mystery.
Deep into some mystery.

I got half a mind to scream out loud.
I got half a mind to die.
So I won't ever have to lose you girl,
won't ever have to say goodbye.
I won't ever have to lie.
Won't ever have to say goodbye.

Please forgive me if I act a little strange
for I know not what I do.
Feels like lightning running through my veins
every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.
Every time I look at you.

(best drum and bass section ever)

 

 

Sunday
Feb082009

"Anna Begins" by Counting Crows

Anna Begins mp3

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing."
I am not worried. I am not overly concerned.
My friend implores me, "For one time only,
make an exception." I am not worried.
"Wrap her up in a package of lies. Send her off to a coconut island."
I am not worried. I am not overly concerned
with the status of my emotions.
"Oh," she says, "you're changing."
But we're always changing.
It does not bother me to say this isn't love,
because if you don't want to talk about it then, it isn't love
and I guess I'm going to have to live without,
but I'm sure there's something in a shade of gray
or something in between
and I can always change my name if that's what you mean.

My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing,"
but I am not really worried. I am not overly concerned.
You try to tell yourself the things you try tell yourself to make yourself forget,
to make yourself forget. I am not worried. "If it's love" she said,
"then we're gonna have to think about the consequences"
She can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and.....

This time when kindness falls like rain, it washes her away,
and Anna begins to change her mind.
"These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says,
"and I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

But I'm not gonna break,
and I'm not going to worry about it anymore.
I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break,
and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore."
It seems like I should say "as long as this is love..."
but it's not all that easy so maybe I should just
snap her up in a butterfly net,
pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried. I've done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences,
because I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and...

The time when kindness falls like rain it washes me away,
and Anna begins change my mind.
And every time she sneezes I believe it's love,
and, oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
She's talking in her sleep—it's keeping me awake—
and Anna begins to toss and turn,
and every word is nonsense but I understand,
and, oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
Her kindness bangs a gong, it's moving me along,
and Anna begins to fade away.
It's chasing me away. She disappears
and, oh Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.