Album: Blind Melon Track nr: 7 Duration: 4:07 Year: 1992 Genre: Alternative Rock
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain I like watchin' the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two and speak my point of view But it's not sane, It's not sane
I just want some one to say to me, oh oh oh oh I'll always be there when you wake You know I'd like to keep my tears dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made
And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that there's no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape escape......escape......escape......
All I can say is that my life is pretty plain you don't like my point of view you think I'm insane Its not sane......it's not sane.
I just want some one to say to me, oh oh oh oh I'll always be there when you wake You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made and I'll have it made, and I'll have it made, and I'll have it made.....
Comment: Richard Shannon Hoon died in 1995 due to an accidental cocaine overdose. His grave is inscribed with the words to the first song he wrote: Change: "I know we can't all stay here forever /So I want to write my words on the face of today /And they'll paint it". As of 2006, the band reformed with a new lead vocalist, Travis Warren.
Well, the cop made the showdown He was sure he was right He had all of the lowdown From the bank heist last night His best friend was the robber And his wife was a thief All the children were killers They couldn't get no relief The bungalow was surrounded When a voice loud and clear Said, Come on out with your hands up Or we'll blow you out of here. There was a face in the window The TV cameras rolled Then they cut to the announcer And the story was told.
The artist looked at the producer The producer sat back He said, What we have got here Is a perfect track But we don't have a vocal And we don't have a song If we could get these things accomplished Nothin' else could go wrong. So he balanced the ashtray As he picked up the phone And said, Send me a songwriter Who's drifted far from home And make sure that he's hungry Make sure he's alone Send me a cheeseburger And a new Rolling Stone.
There's still crime in the city, Said the cop on the beat, I don't know if I can stop it I feel like meat on the street They paint my car like a target I take my orders from fools Meanwhile some kid blows my head off Well, I play by their rules That's why I'm doin' it my way I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway A wad of cash in my pants I get paid by a ten year old He says he looks up to me There's still crime in the city But it's good to be free. Yeah.
Now I come from a family That has a broken home Sometimes I talk to Daddy On the telephone When he says that he loves me I know that he does But I wish I could see him I wish I knew where he was But that's the way all my friends are Except maybe one or two Wish I could see him this weekend Wish I could walk in his shoes But now I'm doin' my own thing Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad Although my home has been broken It's the best home I ever had Yeah.
Well, I keep gettin' younger My life's been funny that way Before I ever learned to talk I forgot what to say I sassed back to my mom I sassed back to my teacher I got thrown out of Bible school For sassin' back at the preacher Then I grew up to be a fireman Put out every fire in town Put out anything smokin' But when I put the hose down The judge sent me to prison He gave me life without parole Wish I never put the hose down Wish I never got old.
So this is how it feels to be young Let's turn off the light, let's blackout the sun We can't be bought and can't be sold We figure out ways of deranging the world
From dust to gold
So tonight We'll cut away these puppet strings We'll speed through roads that guide our dreams So tonight We'll climb the towers and ring the bells We'll make the myths we'll break the spells
So if you want to save the world Just come with me I know the way to it girl There's no one left down here to fight We'll preach a different wrong from right
From grey to white
So tonight We'll cut away these puppet strings We'll speed through roads that guide our dreams So tonight We'll climb the towers and ring the bells We'll make the myths we'll break the spells
So don't you give in Please don't let them win There's so much to try We'll save the world tonight
So if you want to save the world Just come with me I know the way the way to it girl Just pack your anger and your sorrows Don't you wait for tomorrow
To save me girl
Comment : I cannot describe how much admiration I fell for this talented musician. I have followed his career for many years now, and I never had a doubt he would suceed immensly. Silence 4 was a great project, his colaborations with Sergio Godinho were fabulous and the project "Humanos" was superb. He has been 3 times in Madeira and I've had the pleasure to watch him live everytime. Still waiting for him to bring here his latest album. When he does I'll be there once again to listen... I'm not just saying this because he is Portuguese... He will be playing this year in the "South By Southwest Festival" in Texas. I'm sure in a couple of weeks many Americans will agree with me...
Album: Ende Neu Track nr: 7 Duration: 5:23 Year: 1996 Genre: Experimental Rock
You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through spring and summer You will find me waiting waiting for the fall You will find me waiting for the apples to riped You will find me waiting for them to fall You will find me by the banks of all four rivers You will find me at the spring of consciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain You will find me if you want me in the garden unless it's pouring down with rain
Take me, break me Take me, break me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry Go with me, show me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans Into the kitchen and out the back gate Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way Round to the ground where I know I must stay Take me, break me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll cry Go with me, show me Tell me a good one and maybe I'll die Lately I've been dancing in ceiling fans Circled in secrets, playing a game Well I know it sounds strange but it could be the other way Round to a town where they don't know your name Together....for a while....ain't no good
The lack of light, hollow sea Poison beaches, limousines Toothless dentists, cops that kill
My baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight Doctor Blind, just prescribe the blue ones If the dizzying highs don't subside overnight Doctor Blind, just prescribe the red ones
Da da-da, da-da da-dum, da da-da Ah ah-ah, ah-ah da-dum, ah-da-da da
Hard to hold, cold to touch Fall to pieces, treat the rush In hindsight, primetime talk All your pain will end here Let the doctor soothe your brain, dear
My baby's got the lonesome lows, don't quite go away overnight Doctor Blind, just prescribe the blue ones If the dizzying highs don't subside overnight Docter Blind, just prescribe the red ones
Da, da-da-da, da da da da Da-da-da-da-da-da da da Da-ah-ah-ah
Mmm-mmm-mmm mmm-mmm-mmm, ah ah Da-da-da-da-da-da da da Da-da-da-da Mmm-mmm-mmm mmm-mmm-mmm, ah ah
Comment: Learned about this talented singer and musician through David Fonseca's newsletter. As soon as I get the time I will make myself more familiar with her work in the band Metric and Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton. And I suggest you do to.
Album: A Song About A Girls Track Nr: 9 Duration: 4:20 Year: 2004 Genre: Indie
I'm thinking about you all the time Is it the howl of the devil or a sound divine? I know it's wrong but I know it's right I gotta get a grip on you somehow
I spend my days and I spend my nights going over every second of the time we had going over the scenes going over the dreams but tripping over all the edges of reality I'm thinking about you all the time But it don't do me no good it puts my love on the line It's something in the air It feels cold as ice I guess that every time you play you gotta pay the price
I'm thinking about you all the time Who are you anyway? You precious ghost of mine I hope that when you leave I will survive But today I feel like drowning in a sea of wine
I know it sounds bizarre but that's the way it is I dread the moment I will call you for another kiss I never ever had a doubt about the life I lead but since we met I can t help wondering if that's all I need
the apples and the pears they taste so good the summer s coming up and it will do me good the birds are singing in the trees all that s lacking is a little bit of inner peace I'm thinking about you all the time but I don't really know why, it's an emotional crime I gotta get back to where I was before But when I get there, all I do is think some more
I'm thinking about you all the time Is it the howl of the devil or a sound devine? I know it's wrong but I know it's right I gotta get a grip on you somehow I gotta get a grip on you somehow I gotta get a grip on you somehow
Comment: This group started as "A BeatBand", the founder of the band and lead singer Stef Kamil Carlens played and co-founded the Belgian band dEUS, and all members played in several bands. Under the name Moondog Jr.they released in 1995 the FANTASTIC album "Everyday I Wear A Greasy Black Feather On My Hat". Shortly after that because of legal complications with the band's name, they changed it to Zita Swoon.
Album: The Good Son Track Nr: 4 Duration: 4:21 Year: 1990 Genre: Alternative / Post-Punk
Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too. Father, why are all the women weeping? They all are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them.
This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep. This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long. Father why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son. O, are they merely crying father? Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the little children sleep. This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long.
O father tell me are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch. O then I'm so sorry father I never thought I hurt you so much.
This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep. This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long No. I won't be weeping long
I am the passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the citys backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the citys a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la Get into the car Well be the passenger Well ride through the city tonight See the citys ripped insides Well see the bright and hollow sky Well see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the bright and hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the citys ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me cause it just belongs to you and me So lets take a ride and see whats mine Singing... Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his windows eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride... Singing...
“In the Summer of 2004, I did a series of photographs for Under the Radar Magazine where musicians were given a board and paint, and asked to create their very own protest sign -- exercising their freedom of speech in an election year.” Wendy Lynch
Album: Blind Melon
