This song makes me think of a certain someone. And Will. And Lyra. And mother.
I ache for them all.
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I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on they say that your demons can't go there
so I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on as long as your army stays perfectly still
and maybe I'll find me a sailor, a tailor and maybe, together we'll make mother well
so I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on as long as your army keep perfectly still
you showed me the meadow and milkwood, and silkwood and you would if I would but you never would
so I chased down your posies your pansies in my hosies then opened my hands and they were empty, then
off with Superfly sniffing a Sharpie pen honey, it's Bill and Ben off with Superfly counting your bees, oh me honey, like one, two, three the camera is rolling, it's easy like one, two, three
and if there is a way to find you, I will find you but will you find me if Neil makes me a tree?
an afro, a pharaoh I can't go, you said so but threads that are golden don't break easily
so I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on they say that your demons can't go there
so I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on as long as your army keeps perfectly still
my, my, time flies one step and we're on the moon next step, into the stars my, my, time flies maybe we could be there soon a one way ticket to mars
my, my, time flies a man underneath a tree an apple falls on his head my, my, time flies a man wrote a symphony it's eighteen-hundred and twelve
my, my, time flies four guys across abbey road one forgot to wear shoes my, my, time flies a rap on a rhapsody a king who's still in the news a king to sing you the blues
my, my, time flies a man in a winter sleigh white, white, white as the snow my, my, time flies a new day is on its way so let's let yesterday go could be we step out again could be tomorrow, but then, could be two thousand and ten
A strange thing about me and music is that I never pick favourites. I mean, there is music I love and music I can't stand and music I think is all right. And I don't love all of the songs made by the musicians that I adore. But... The music that I listen to... The actual songs that I really listen to, (and make no mistake, there are a LOT of those, seeing as I listen to a LOT of different artists) among them... I don't pick favourites. I love them all intensly. I just do. I've never understood why people have to have just ONE or TEN all time favourite songs or artists or books or movies. Sure, you love different things about different songs/artists/books/movies. Why there doesn't seem to be enough room in people's heads and hearts to really adore more than just a few things. I just don't get it. I love, love, LOVE everything that I listen to, and in such different ways. I fall in love with things so easily. That doesn't mean that I'm not critical of things, because there are lots of things that I really DON'T love. I can be very, very picky. That's not what I mean. I just... When I really like something, then I grow to love that something really fast. It will only take me a few minutes, or seconds. And in my head, there's no barrier telling me that "Juno" can't be as much of an amazing movie as... Let's see... "Garden State" or "Shine" or "Spirited Away" or "Kill Bill". There's no barrier telling me that I can't have five hundred all time favourite songs. There's no barrier telling me that I can't take to heart every single book that makes me really feel something. And there's no barrier telling me to value Tom Waits' awesomeness and his whiskey voice and his jazzy, breathtaking style, and his knack for describing emotions and moods in that amazing way only he can do, over The Pillows' simple and sunset-like kind of laid back summer songs, the "riding your bike" or "lying in a grassy field" or "being in love" kind of songs, that only they know how to make. I just love it all. Everything you actually take in will touch a different part of you in a certain, particular, special way. And that's why you shouldn't keep all time favourites shut away inside of your mind. Take it all in.
Oh yeah, there was actually a point to this. It's about all rules having exceptions. Yes. What I meant to say was, that, normally, I never pick all time favourites. I'd never, ever be able to, for example, decide what song I think is the most heartbreaking, exact, beautiful, breathtaking, sincere, moving, story-like, heartfelt description of love... Well, if it weren't for this here song. The only known exception to my little rule.I only just listened to it again. It's been on the shelf for almost three years, because it's always hurt so much for me to listen to it. And just now, I listened to it again. And, this song... It just... It's just the most beautiful love song ever made. It really is. To me. Just hands down. That doesn't mean I love it more than all the other love songs precious to me, it's just... This one is... Well, it's just, like I said, the most beautiful love song ever made.
The original is by Leonard Cohen, but this version is the one that grips hold of me. Not the Jeff Buckley one. Not the Rufus Wainwright one. This one.
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I've heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord but you don't really care for music, do you? it goes like this; the fourth, the fifth the minor fall and the major lift the baffled king composing "hallelujah"
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
your faith was strong, but you needed proof you saw her bathing on the roof her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you she tied you to a kitchen chair she broke your throne and she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the "hallelujah"
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
baby, I've been here before I know this room, and I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch and love is not a victory march it's a cold and it's a broken "hallelujah"
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
there was a time when you let me know what's really going on below but now, you never show it to me, do you? remember when I moved in you? and the holy dove was moving, too and every breath we drew was "hallelujah"
hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah
maybe there's a god above all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you and it's not a cry you can hear at night it's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken "hallelujah"
This song is a comfort of sorts when I'm scared shitless of growing up, and of losing my identity and my sense of self. Which I am, these days. Quite a lot. It's a very pretty song, and the lyrics are just right... Very Imogen Heap-y. And very me.
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here's the day you hoped would never come don't feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars the papercuts, the cheating lovers the coffee's never strong enough I know you think it's more than just bad luck
there, there, baby it's just textbook stuff it's in the ABC of growing up now, now, darling oh, don't lose your head 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you, yeah
sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie never far enough away glistening in the cold sweat of guilt I've watched you slowly winding down for years you can't keep on like this now's a bad a time as any
there, there, baby it's just textbook stuff it's in the ABC of growing up now, now, darling oh, don't kill yourself 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you, yeah
it's OK by me it's OK by me it's OK by me, it was a long time ago
there, there, baby it's just textbook stuff it's in the ABC of growing up now, now, darling oh, don't kill yourself 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you, yeah
baker, baker, baking a cake make me a day, make me whole again and I wonder; what's in a day? what's in your cake this time?
I guess you heard he's gone to L. A. he says that behind my eyes, I'm hiding and he tells me I pushed him away that my heart's been hard to find
here there must be something here there must be something here
baker, baker, can you explain if, truly, his heart was made of icing? and I wonder how mine could taste maybe we could change his mind
I know you're late for your next parade you came to make sure that I'm not running well, I ran from him in all kinds of ways guess it was his turn this time
time thought I'd make friends with time thought we'd be flying maybe not this time
baker, baker, baking a cake make me a day, make me whole again and I wonder if he's OK if you see him, say hi
the heart is a bloom shoots up through the stony ground there's no room no space to rent in this town
you're out of luck and the reason that you had to care the traffic is stuck and you're not moving anywhere
you thought you'd found a friend to help you out of this place someone you could lend a hand in return for grace
it's a beautiful day the sky falls, you feel like it's a beautiful day don't let it get away
you're on the road but you've got no destination you're in the mud in the maze of her imagination
you love this town even if that doesn't ring true you've been all over and she's been all over you
it's a beautiful day don't let it get away it's a beautiful day
touch me take me to that other place teach me I know I'm not a hopeless case
see the world in green and blue see China right in front of you see the canyons broken by cloud see the tuna fleets, clearing the sea out see the Bedouin fires at night see the oil fields at first light, and see the bird with a leaf in her mouth after the flood, all the colours came out
it was a beautiful day don't let it get away beautiful day
touch me take me to that other place teach me I know I'm not a hopeless case
what you don't have, you don't need it now what you don't know, you can feel it somehow what you don't have, you don't need it now
1, 2, 3, 4 tell me that you love me more sleepless, long nights that is what my youth was for
old teenage hopes are lying at your door left you with nothing, but they want some more oh, oh, oh, you're changing your heart oh, oh, oh, you know who you are
sweetheart, bitter heart now I can't tell you apart cosy and cold put the horse before the cart
those teenage hopes with tears in their eyes too scared to own up to one little lie oh, oh, oh, you're changing your heart oh, oh, oh, you know who you are
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 or 10 money can't buy you back the love that you had then 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9 or 10 money can't buy you back the love that you had then
oh, oh, oh, you're changing your heart oh, oh, oh, you know who you are oh, oh, oh, you're changing your heart oh, oh, oh, you know who you are
oh, for the teenage boys they're breaking your heart for the teenage boys they're breaking your heart
"You hear stories about angels that come and save certain people they're beautiful stories. But what about the mother whose kid gets taken away and never comes back? What were the angels smoking when that happened? What do you say? That their kid wasn't worthy? That it's all for the best? Or God has a plan? So these questions, of course, I was putting towards every diety I could find. I was quite vicious, and I think "Cruel" and "Iieee", especially, came out of that. It was almost liberating for me - that it's all in order that I have anger towards the way of things, and just to say, 'Thine will be done' just doesn't work anymore. It's hollow."
- Tori Amos
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with your e's and your ease, and I do one more need a lip gloss boost in your America is it God's, is it yours, sweet saliva with your e's and your ease, and I do one more
I know we're dying and there's no sign of a parachute we scream in cathedrals why can't it be beautiful? why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
just say yes you little arsonist you're so sure you can save every hair on my chest just say yes you little arsonist
with your e's and your ease, and I do one more with your e's and your ease, and I do one more
well, I know we're dying and there's no sign of a parachute we scream in cathedrals why can't it be beautiful? why does there gotta be a sacrifice?
When I was about eight to ten, or somewhere around there, not really sure, I really loved this song. It's a classic example of really really sad and really really bad (read: sucky) 90's music. And I've got a real relationship with those kind of songs. Like the remix of "Dear Jessie" and that song called "Better off alone" and... Those really sad techno-trance-dance kind of songs. I loved them. I never really heard a lot of them, because I didn't have many CDs and I didn't listen to the radio and I didn't have many channels on my family's television set, but the ones I could get my hands on, I cherished, in a way. I made up stories about them and I dreamed those stories when listening to them. This is one of those songs. I guess you could say that it's stupid, but it's a part of me and I was thinking about it a little while ago, so here it is.
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I wait, I wait, I wait I wait all day, I wait I wait, I wait, I wait I wait all day, I wait
all I really want is one more day to make you change your mind and want to stay all you have to do is call my name and I'll come back again
if I could have another day to make you feel I am the one I'll show you love in many ways for your kiss, I wait
but now you push my love away leave me cold both night and day all alone, what can I think? I wait all day, I wait
all I really want is one more day to make you change your mind and want to stay all you have to do is call my name and I'll come back again
I wait, I wait, I wait I wait all day, I wait I wait, I wait, I wait I wait all day, I wait
I tried to call you on the phone are you there? are you all alone? I have to hear your voice again for your kiss, I pray
with closed eyes, you'll never see just how much you mean to me please stop playing with my heart I wait all day, I wait
all I really want is one more day to make you change your mind and want to stay all you have to do is call my name and I'll come back again
I will always love the soundtrack for these films. They're just a really big part of me and everything that I am. This song still makes me want to shed a lot of tears. It's heartbreaking to me.
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when the call of winter comes starless night will cover day in the veiling of the sun we will walk in bitter rain
but in dreams I can hear your name and in dreams we will meet again
when the seas and mountains fall and we come to end of days in the dark, I hear a call calling me there, I will go there and back again
I only just discovered this Bowie song, actually. I usually take a really long time when it comes to really getting into a single artist in general - I tend to fall for for just one song at a time, and I can go years without ever finding any other songs by this or that artist because I've never tried to find any. That sounds really lazy, and it also makes me sound like I'm never hungry for new things, but that's wrong. I just explore music differently from many other people I know. Anyway, there are a couple of other songs by David Bowie that I love (Space Oddity, Ziggy Stardust, Changes, etc) but I haven't really found any other songs than these. Which is sad. Maybe I'll find more of them soon. Maybe not. HOWEVER! I do love this one. Especially when he sings "sailors fighting in the dance hall". The harmony and the melody and everything about the song as that line comes flying by, ah, it's just bliss.
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it's a god awful small affair to the girl with the mousy hair but her mummy is yelling, "No!" and her daddy has told her to go but her friend is nowhere to be seen now, she walks through her sunken dream to the seats with the clearest view and she's hooked to the silver screen but the film is a saddening bore 'cause she's lived it ten times or more she could spit in the eyes of fools as they ask her to focus on
sailors fighting in the dance hall oh man, look at those cavemen go it's the freakiest show take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy oh man, wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show is there life on Mars?
it's on America's tortured brow that Mickey mouse has grown up a cow now, the workers have struck for fame 'cause Lennon's on sale again see the mice in their million hordes from Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother, my dog, and clowns but the film is a saddening bore 'cause I wrote it ten times or more it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on
sailors fighting in the dance hall oh man, look at those cavemen go it's the freakiest show take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy oh man, wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show is there life on Mars?
hey there, Bret, I see you're looking down don't wanna see my little buddy there with a frown just because I get more women than you well, that's only because they don't know you like I do
sure, you're weedy and kinda shy but some girly out there must be needy for a weedy, shy guy they want you as the needle when they're rolling in the hay just hear me out when I say
Bret, you got it going on the ladies will get to know your sexuality when they get to know your personality I said, Bret, you got it going on not in a gay way, just in a "Hey mate, I wanted to tell you that you're looking OK," way why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly?
not all the time, obviously just when he's got a problem with his self esteem don't let anybody tell you you're not humpable because you're bumpable well, I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable if I say you've got a boom ow-ow come on Bret, help me out now
Bret, you got it going on that's the conclusion that I've come to but that doesn't mean that I want to bum you Bret, you got it going on no doubt about it, we'd be getting crazy if one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady
oh, if one of us was a lady, and I was your man, if I was your man well, sometimes it gets lonely, and I need a woman and then I imagine you with some bosoms in fact, one time when we were touring and I was really lonely and we were sharing that twin room in the hotel I put a wig on you when you were sleeping, I put a wig on you oh, and I just laid there and spooned you
Ah, I fell for this song when I was twelve. It was the first Enya song I ever heard. It was the summer after mom died, and me and dad were alone at our cabin by the sea, on the south coast. It was late. Dad had gone to bed. And I found this Enya cassette, and I put it on and this magical melody came streaming out of the speakers... I ended up listening to it dozens of times that night. And I fell in love with so many Enya songs later that summer, all of which will probably end up here some day. When listening to Enya I get this huge urge to go on some sort of adventure or to set out on a long journey. To be part of a fairytale. There's so much more I could say, but I don't want to right now.
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who can tell me if we have heaven? who can say the way it should be? moonlight, holly, the Sappho comet rainbow tears below a tree
you talk of the break of morning as you view the new aurora cloud in crimson, the key of heaven one love carved in acajou.
one told me of china roses one a thousand nights and one night earth's last picture, the end of evening hue of indigo and blue
a new moon leads me to woods of dreams, and I follow a new world waits for me my dream, my way
I know that if I have heaven there is nothing to desire rain and river, a world of wonder may be paradise to me
I found this song in Maggie's lyrical blog; http://www.pavlovscorner.blogspot.com a few minutes ago. It seems that the only recorded version of the song is a live one with very poor quality to it. While browsing for a version with a better quality, I found this beautiful cover version. I love the lyrics. They're magical. And they just happen to be part of how I feel these days.
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dog and pony empty file cabinet, you never forget, you never come back the same each time you go up in flames each time you begin to blame you never come back the same just a little bit more love oh, a little bit more love just a little bit more love for me
just a little bit more love oh, a little bit more love but it's alright, don't cry my sweet
you were born unto me, I'm torn unto me, I'm worn unto me, unworn
so I danced my dance and I kissed your hands and I took a chance and we fell into a trance just a little bit more love oh, a little bit more love just a little bit more love for me
just a little bit more love oh, a little bit more love but it's alright, don't cry it's alright, don't cry it's alright, don't cry my sweet hey, one, two, three one, two, three one, two, three you sitting on the rooftop me, begging you on my knees
I stayed in love with you you're just falling in love with me and darling, you know that ain't right so it can never last forever, ever
little brother, little lover twist these strings of fate there is no clean slate so I'm carting away all of myself in this metal crate
and my dog and my pony and my empty file cabinet, you never forget, you never come back quite the same each time you go up in flames each time you begin to blame you never come back quite the same
just a little bit of true love oh, a little bit of true love just a little bit of true love for me
just a little bit more love oh, a little bit more love just a little bit more love but it's alright, don't cry it's alright, don't cry it's alright, don't cry my sweet
are you gonna take me home tonight? oh, down beside that red firelight are you gonna let it all hang out? fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round
I was just a skinny lad never knew no good from bad but I knew life before I left my nursery left along with big, fat Fanny she was such a naughty nanny heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
I've been singing with my band across the wire, across the land I've seen every blue eyed floozy on the way but their beauty and their style went kind of smooth after a while take me to them dirty ladies every time
oh, won't you take me home tonight? oh, down beside your red firelight? oh, and you give it all you've got fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round
now, I've got mortgages on homes I've got stiffness in my bones ain't no beauty queens in this locality oh, but I still get my pleasure still got my greatest treasure heap big woman, you gonna make a big man out of me
oh, won't you take me home tonight? oh, down beside your red firelight oh, and you give it all you've got fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go round
These are actually two separate songs, but they blend into one here, and I love them both. However, I've decided only to post the lyrics from the first song here.Unfortunately, I couldn't find the version from the live album called "Fast women and slow horses"... That's my favourite one. Um, so, the lyrics are the ones that I know from "Fast women and slow horses", and may not see eye to eye completely with the lyrics in the video I've posted.
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in the evening, he stumbles home with his tie undone and the moon sweeps seventh avenue, as usual you lie awake at night you remember, now that Annie's back in town
well, I know why you're drinking I know your alibi so don't make excuses those are tears in your eyes and you're falling back in love again now that Annie's back in town
well, it came down through the grapevine it put your business on the street I hear you've been hanging out until dawn in some lunch room somewhere well, you thought you'd gotten over her but that was 'til you found that Annie's back in town
all the corner boys, they're just trouble makers and the sailors are all fools seems like some things 'round here never change that's why it's always good for business guess we'll be seeing you around 'cause Annie's back in town
you know, my daddy dug gates for his whole life and he never knew nothin' more yeah, and his daddy done the dig like his old man who had dug before the war and though she couldn't have known 'til I was born my poor mama, god rest her soul like them, I come out diggin'
well, I was layin' out wire on number nine now, when she came down to earth and she was talkin' real loud all about how she was gonna save the universe I went and snuck a little peek in her blue eyes and words just aren't enough she had me off and runnin'
could it be that I got bored and lonely? could it be that I'm just dumb and horny? could it be that lady luck has smiled herself on me?
she wore rattlesnake boots, a sassy mood she had me laughin' in my tears the most beautiful thing, so young and sweet a little green behind the ears she took me higher than I've ever been lordy, what have I been missin'? now, she is all I'm diggin'
could it be that I got bored and lonely? could it be that I'm just old and horny? could it be that lady luck has smiled herself on me? she's smilin' down on me, yeah
come a little closer let me show you how it could be spacy little cowgirl come a little closer to me
You're my best friend. No one makes me laugh like you do. No one makes me cry like you do either. But I think, all in all, that we're pretty fucking amazing together.
"You're golden, man." - Juno
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you're a part time lover and a full time friend the monkey on your back is the latest trend I don't see what anyone can see in anone else but you
here is the church and here is the steeple we sure are cute for two ugly people don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
we both have shiny happy fits of rage I want more fans, you want more stage I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
you're always trying to keep it real and I'm in love with how you feel I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
I kiss you on the brain in the shadow of a train I kiss you all starry eyed, my body's swinging from side to side I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
the pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me so why can't you forgive me? I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you
