Thursday, August 27, 2009

Soundtrack of my Life

My recent playlist:

Fifteen-Swain's first Bike Ride
Johnny Cash
Kind of Like Spitting- NOthing Makes Sense without it
Corrupt Morals-discography
Love- Out here
Crimpshrine- Sound of a New World...
Billy Bragg- Dont Try This At Home

Love- Stand Out
I'm supposed to love you
But I don't know why
'cause you don't want
To have nothing to with me, no
You hurt my feeling
And you make me cry
And it's the kind of thing
That gets next to me
Yes, stand out
Let me tell wahtever you are

Now yoy say your mother taught you
To tell right from wrong
But this will show you
The devine line between a weak and a strong
If you go around blaming people
By the colour of their size
All I can tell you people is
That you're in for a big surprice
Yes, stand out
I think you ought to stand out
So I can say whatever you are
Stand out stand out

Now you supposed to love me
And if you don't know why
Now I'm your ticket to heaven
And that ain't no lie
I see a mass line of jet set
All filled up with hate
You better put some love in his life
Come on, hours getting late
Stand out
I think you ought to stand out

Billy Bragg- You Woke Up My Neighborhood
As I wait for sleep to drag me under
In the evening gloom I sit and wonder
The words I should have said to you
The things I always meant to do
The bad dreams that all came true

Chorus:
You woke up my neighbourhood
Night after night we would row
You woke up my neighbourhood
Things are pretty quiet round here now

When I think of how we were together
I know we couldn't be like that for ever
Beneath the Seven Sister stars
The night we let it go too far
I slept out in the car

Chorus

I remember skipping on the porch tilll it grew cold
I remember feeling like I was eight years old

Somersaults across the lawn
Singing dancing up till dawn
Every now and then we'd have a row
You woke up my neighbourhood
Things are pretty quiet round here now

Chorus (repeat)

Johnny Cash- Sunday Morning Coming Down
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down

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