Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Hotel California by The Eagles
Band: The Eagles
Writer(s): Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Don Felder.
Album: Hotel California
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax, said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Cornflake Gril by Tori Amos
Band: Tori Amos
Writer: Tori Amos
Album: Under the pink
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hangin' with the raisin girls
Shes gone to the other side
Givin' us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peel out the watchword just peel out the watchword
She knows what's going on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweeteners are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They must'a paid her a nice price
Shes puttin' on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun
Thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Holiday by Green day
Song: Holiday
Band: Green day
Writer:Billi Joe Armstrong
Album: American idiot
Say, Hey! Cha!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
(Hey!)
(Three Four!)
"The representative from California has the floor"
Zieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday
Monday, October 29, 2007
Girl anachronism by The Dresden Dolls
Writer: Amanda Palmer
Album: The Dresden Dolls
You can tell
from the scars on my arms
and cracks in my hips
and the dents in my car
and the blisters on my lips
that I’m not the care fullest of girls
you can tell
from the glass on the floor
and the strings that're breaking
and I keep on breaking more
and it looks like I am shaking
but it's just the temperature
and then again
if it were any colder I could disengage
if I were any older I could act my age
but I don’t think that you’d believe me
it's; not; the; way; I’m; meant; to; be;
it's just the way the operation made me
and you can tell
from the state of my room
that they let me out too soon
and the pills that I ate
came a couple years too late
and I've got some issues to work through
there I go again
pretending to be you
make-believing
that I have a soul beneath the surface
trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose
I am not so serious
this passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
but only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
before the labor pains set in and now
behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism
and you can tell
by the red in my eyes
and the bruises on my thighs
and the knots in my hair
and the bathtub full of flies
that I’m not right now at all
there I go again
pretending that I’ll fall
don't call the doctors
cause they've seen it all before
they'll say just
let; her; crash; and; burn; she'll; learn;
the attention just encourages her
and you can tell
from the full-body cast
that I’m sorry that I asked
though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
but I might be catching so don't touch
you'll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff
don't get me wet
because the bandages will all come off
And you can tell
from the smoke at the stake
that the current state is critical
well it is the little things, for instance:
in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:
please excuse her for the day, it’s just the way the medication makes her...
I don’t necessarily believe there is a cure for this
so I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a cesarean
behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Writer: Anthony Kiedis
Album: Californication
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls from Sweden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
It's Californication
It's the edge of the world
in all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the East
At least it settled in a final location
It's understood that Hollywood
sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is that war you're waging
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Marry me girl be my fairy to the world
Be my very own constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And buy me a star on the boulevard
It's Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderaan's not far away
It's Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population everybody's been there
and I don't mean on vacation
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar
They're just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the spell of aging
Sicker than the rest
There is no test
But this is what you're craving
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication