Sunday 13 May 2012

649. Lazy projector - Andrew Bird





If memory serves us, then who owns the master
How do we know who's projecting this reel
And is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster
Tell me how long til the paint starts to peel

Is it like Pyramus or Apollo or an archer we don't know
Though history repeats itself, and time's a crooked bow
Come on tell us something we don't know

Now who's the best boy and the casting director
And the editor splicing your face from the scene
It's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine

They say all good things must come to an end
Everyday the night must fall
How it all came to this, I simply can't recall
Too many cooks in the kitchen
How the mighty must fall

But I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
I can't see the sense in us breaking up at all
Breaking up at all

And it's all in the hands of a lazy projector
That forgetting, embellishing, lying machine

Sunday 6 May 2012

648. Going to a town - Rufus Wainwright



I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America

I'm gonna make it up for all of The Sunday Times
I'm gonna make it up for all of the nursery rhymes
They never really seem to want to tell the truth
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead

Tell me, do you really think you go to hell for having loved?
Tell me, enough of thinking everything that you've done is good
I really need to know, after soaking the body of Jesus Christ in blood
I'm so tired of America

I really need to know
I may just never see you again, or might as well
You took advantage of a world that loved you well
I'm going to a town that has already been burnt down
I'm so tired of you, America

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I've got a life to lead, America
I've got a life to lead
I got a soul to feed
I got a dream to heed
And that's all I need

Making my own way home
Ain't gonna be alone
I'm going to a town
That has already been burnt down

Saturday 5 May 2012

647. Fácil de entender - The Gift





Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei
Talvez por saber o que não será melhor, aproximei
Meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós
Sei lá eu o que queres dizer
Despedir-me de ti
Adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz

Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor
Não sei o que é sentir
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse
Era fácil de entender

Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei
Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus
Sabe Deus o que quero dizer
Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim
Olhar para mim, escutar quem sou
E se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti

Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor
Não sei o que é sentir
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse
Era fácil de entender

Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor
Não sei o que é sentir
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse
Era fácil de entender

É o amor que chega ao fim
Um final assim assim, assim
É mais fácil de entender

Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor
Não sei o que é sentir
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse
É mais fácil de entender

Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor
Não sei o que é sentir
Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse
Era fácil de entender

646. She moves in her own way - The Kooks



So at my show on Monday
I was hoping someday
You'd be on your way to better things
It's not about your make-up
Or how you try to shape up
To these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey

So now you pour your heart out
You're telling me you're far out
You're not about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings
'Cos I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

Well uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
Well uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day

And at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindset
Tempered furs and spangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Make me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honey
Yeah

So wont you go far
Tell me you're a keeper
Not about to lie down for your cause
And you don't pull my strings
'Cos I'm a better man
Moving on to better things

Well oh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
Well oh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day

yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They're keeping us instead of
Kicking us back
Down through the suburbs
yes I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They're keeping us instead of
Kicking us back
Down through the suburbs

But uh oh, I love her because she moves in her own way
But uh oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day
But uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way
But uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day

Thursday 3 May 2012

645. Promiscuity - Ani DiFranco



promiscuity is nothing more than traveling
there’s more than one way to see the world
and some of us like to stick close to home
and some of us are Columbus
what can I say?

nature always gets her way
nature always gets her way

and seeing the world through another’s eyes
is like busting a window in a house of lies
and in the end you make up your own mind

and there’s wide open spaces
and little cornered off places
and check ‘em out
check ‘em out
take your time

how far is too far?
how much is enough?
you gotta test this stuff

i mean how you gonna know
what you need
what you like
till you been around the block
a few times on that bike

i mean how you gonna know
who you are
what you feel
till you feel a few things
that just don’t feel real


and promiscuity is research and development
evolution begs embellishment
and baby you’re a star

and you got two invisible eyes on society
and when society gets cruel
make like you’re nature’s tool
which you are

and nature always gets her way
nature always gets her way

and monogamy is that carnival trophy you earn
when you throw that ball into that urn
it’s somewhat dumb luck, somewhat learned
and you just know when it’s your turn

and honesty is the hardest part
yeah honesty is the highest art
and honestly i myself just started
and eureka i’m less broken hearted

i mean how you gonna know
what you need
what you like
till you been around the block
a few times on that bike

i mean how you gonna know
who you are
what you feel
till you feel a few things
that just don’t feel real

Wednesday 2 May 2012

644. Hole in the ocean floor - Andrew Bird





I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again

Not a cricket was creaking,
Or a floorboard was squeaking,
And all the world was snoring for show

There's a hole in the ocean floor
There's a hole in the ocean floor
Gonna stop bleeding alone

I woke with a start
Crying bullets, beating heart
To hear all God's creatures
Roaring again...

Tuesday 1 May 2012

643. Weight on my shoulders - The Walkmen



Oh I feel dried out from the summer’s light.
As I wander home with spirits high.
If I don’t look so good, pay no mind.

Young girl you know who I am,
took care of all my sins.
I come to you a better man.

Are you calling me, what’s that sound?
All you’re taking up holds me down.

All this weight on my shoulder as I fall to the floor.
All this weight on my shoulder.

You believe me?
I wish you’d say.
As the sun beats through the window pane,
I come from far away.

Say hello to my lonely kiss.
Goodbye to all my sins.
Everything comes down to this.

Oh and I have a story.
I’m under your skin.
Oh and I know the story
as I circle around you again.
As I circle around you again.