roky erickson- i walked with a zombie

he really did.

well said, etc.

''Music is amazing. There's some metaphysical comfort where it allows you to be isolated and alone while telling you that you are not alone... truly, the only cure for sadness is to share it with someone else. -Wayne Coyne

the kinks-days

ray davies finest. written for a woman he was having a 'doomed love affair' with. the gratitude that overcomes the sadness is touching. it's free of bitterness. somehow this makes it sadder.
this one is for rose throat.


days
Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
Im thinking of the days,
I wont forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that lights on you believe me.
And though youre gone,
Youre with me every single day, believe me.

Days Ill remember all my life,
Days when you cant see wrong from right.
You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon youd leave me,
But its all right,
Now Im not frightened of this world, believe me.

I wish today could be tomorrow,
The night is dark,
It just brings sorrow anyway.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
Im thinking of the days,
I wont forget a single day, believe me.

Days Ill remember all my life,
Days when you cant see wrong from right.
You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon youd leave me,
But its all right,
Now Im not frightened of this world, believe me.
Days.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
Im thinking of the days,
I wont forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that shines on you believe me.
And though youre gone,
Youre with me every single day, believe me.
Days.

blondie-hanging on the telephone

the best blondie song you'll never hear on the radio. i got a phone call that cheered me up last night. thanks.

elliott smith-waltz. no.2

'here today and expected to stay
on and on and on
i'm tired, i'm tired'

i've been feeling like shit lately. it's been suggested to me that i may be listening to too much sad bastard music. but it's the only thing that works. people depress me, i can't think straight anymore, and i've had this nagging cough that i suspect may be cancer.
this song works. it makes me feel better.

'it's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong'.

bruce springsteen- i ain't got no home

...la,, la la, is where i want to...
...la, la, la why can't you take me...
...la, la, la why won't you take me...

bob dylan-you're gonna make me lonesome when you go

this song has been in my head all week.

liz phair-fuck and run

why is the line 'i'm gonna spend another year alone' so much tougher to listen to than 'i'm gonna spend my whole life alone'?

they might be giants-ana ng

they don't need me here and i know you're there.
god, this is such a sad song.

terry reid-may fly

my favorite replacements story involves terry reid. apparently during the 'all shook down' sessions terry reid was around. the 'mats were huge fans. one night terry came in and did a version of this song that made tommy stinson cry. i'm so glad they didn't record it. i would give everything i have to have been there that night.

you've heard me say it before and i'll say it again. life is beautiful. it's tragic, sad, difficult, and tedious. but there is such beauty all around. you may find it in other people. in love, in art, in food, in the sound of a train whistle at 2 a.m., in a perfectly timed phone call, in a scratch of yr head, in halloween, in violence, in books, in that crisp fall air, in the browning of the leaves, in the greening of the grass, in wine, in whiskey, in a voice. in a human voice.
i love the human voice. even when it's shrill and horrid. even when it's fading away. even when it tells you it..doesn't...love you...anymore.
because the voice is honest. the words it uses may not be, but the voice always gives it away. the voice. the tremble. i like my voice. i like how it sounds when it sings. it's the only thing i like about me.
i hope you guys like this song. i think it's really beautiful. and i think you should all embrace what's beautiful about life. it doesn't last forever, y'know?

four tops-it's the same old song

r.i.p. levi stubbs. what a voice.

mississippi john hurt-you got to walk that lonesome valley

another artist i got turned onto this summer by the one and only j.s. i'm very grateful.

elvis costello and burt bacharach-this house is empty now

the best, and most accurate, divorce song ever written. hope you have no idea what it means.

lost highway-hank williams

this song has been killing me lately. it occurred to me that you don't even have to leave your room to travel the lost highway!

guy clark-dublin blues

i'd like to say this is for rose throat, but it's probly just for me.


drinking mad dog margaritas
and not caring where you are..

album review:the replacements-don't tell a soul (reissue) also, the worst thing i've ever written

i gonna preface this by saying this is the best album title of all time. THAT'S what i want on my tombstone. ferget all that other shit.

so, i'm gonna say i'm 18 or 19. you know me, this isn't a stretch. i'm gonna say it's jan. or feb. i'm gonna put myself in jeans and a t-shirt. i'm gonna be coming home from work with a little buzz. these were the tru-value days (look at us all we're nervous wrecks), so you know what i mean. beers in the cooler. dead soldiers scattered across a cooler floor. the war is over! and we have...decidedly...lost...
so, i'm putting myself in my room. and i feel like i always feel. like i've always felt, like something might happen. something bad. so i need to prepare.

why don't you put a book upon our heads
and put some pistols in our hands
count 20 paces, at dawn
come 20 questions we'll get wrong

i'm gonna make myself a melancholy young thing. sad beyond my years. but it's an act. it's ok, it's alright, nothings really wrong. i'm gonna have myself drinking something strong but cheap (i'm gonna say this is when things were getting bad, y'know, when patterns developed), say wild turkey. i don't know if i've ever really sipped wild turkey, but, hey, this is all fiction. even what you're doing now!

we're too weak to stand
and too meek to stray

i'm having myself put this album on. on this fictional night, even tho' it's never been my favorite 'mats album. but it's good, true, it just sounds like it may be responsible for the goo goo dolls. and that's unforgivable. i'm gonna make this album responsible for the goo goo dolls.
but 'achin' to be'. sigh. us non-purists long for these westerberg moments. and, really, kids, do listen to this song now. when the guitar chimes in on 'she dances....' well, that's as good as it gets.
but back to make believe.

i've been achin' for years

i'm gonna say this album is like falling in love. it's so nervous in spots! i remember there was this cashier i liked at tru-value. robin. i went to a movie with her once. i cannot remember what it was for the life of me. but since this is fiction i'm gonna say that robin williams was in it. i think someone said i look like robin williams once. or was it robbie williams? probly robin. i won't flatter myself.
jesus, i'm having a hard time focusing.
the album is like falling in love. it's sad, nervous, and filled with self doubt. isn't that love?
i'm gonna say it's love. what the fuck do i know?
but it's the tension. the nervousness (to repeat a theme), the danger. is it danger when you put yourself there? what the fuck am i talking about?

they play with your head
but they never stroke your hair

i always liked that line. i'm gonna say my hair has been stroked by a few women. i'm gonna say i have enjoyed it. i'm gonna say the 19 me had never had his hair stroked. i'm gonna say on this night he needed it. does he say 'let me out' at the tail end of that line? i think he does. i think that's scary.
so i had me drinking cheap booze, in jeans and a t. and sad. is that it? was that my life? is that my life? have i become 19 again? then why all these gray hairs?
so, falling in love, and how this album is like it. remember, i said it's like falling in love, not what it's like after you fall in love. that part usually sucks.
it's hard and it's sad and it's exhilarating.

if it's just a game, then i'll break down just in case

i'm getting nowhere here. i'm gonna have myself getting nowhere. alone in my room calling people up and getting no answers.

falling in love for the first time, my my my
falling in love for the hundredth millionth time

and then 'darling one' will play.
(we'll skip rock and roll ghost cuz that's not like falling in love. tha't more like real life)
and 'darling one' will play.
and play.
i'm gonna have that play in my head for the rest of my life.
few things are perfect. people aren't. love isn't. but ideas are. ideas of love are. and for some of you folks, these ideas may become real.
i'm gonna have these ideas remain a dream. i'm gonna have it be better that way.

i call your name, darling one

you can read words and you can hear words. i prefer to hear words. i'm gonna have me prefer to hear words. they are better that way. i'm gonna have them mean more that way.

your time has come... your time has come.....

babyshambles-fuck forever

rebirth of the cool.
jesus, music needed pete doherty.
my current fave song of all time. staggeringly perfect. really? you don't get it?
i know what yer thinking. 'sure, mr.feeb, 'fuck forever', yeah, you're a nihilist. life sucks. nothing works. when you get something it's just gonna go. we're all just running out the clock, i'm sad...boo hoo...poor me...blah...blah..blah...'
fuck you. you don't know me!
the best line in this incredibly great song is:
'happy endings, they still don't bore me'.
yeah.
geez, who woulda thunk? i'm a big fan of a self destructive romantic!
g'night, y'all.

happy birthday, tommy!!

yesterday was tommy stinson's 42nd birthday! i'm glad he's still alive. here he is doing a great johnny thunders cover.

tombstone blues

this is what i want etched on my tombstone:

So tell my baby I said so long
tell my mother I did no wrong
tell my brother to watch his own
and tell my friends to mourn me none
-townes van zandt
'rex's blues'

wussy-yellow cotton dress

'yellow cotton dress, is beautiful no doubt
but it becomes a motherfucker when you fill it out'

i like that.

bjork-hyperballad

I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you



y'know, i used to really enjoy my alone time. those precious minutes where you can stretch your legs and mind and unclench every muscle and let the day drip out of you. flip on the television, or put on an album, and just fucking relax.
i miss those days. now, i don't relish being alone. i'm afraid of being alone. not 'i'm afraid i'll be alone for the rest of my life (tho' that's part of it probly), but seriously AFRAID of being alone. afraid to feel my mind coil up, hear it hiss just before it lurches and sinks it's horrid fangs into me.
i find myself calling people, or, as some of you may sadly know, texting incessantly. i don't have much to say, true, i just wanna feel like...like...someone wants to listen.
jesus, when did i become such a pussy?

well said, etc.

'and everyday takes something away
until there's nothing left to say'-matthew sweet 'falling'