Sunday, March 15, 2015

What Makes A Good Man?







Tell me now (tell me now)
'n' show me how (show me how)
To understand (understand)
What makes a good man?





Tell me now (tell me now)
Hey walk the line (walk the line)
Hey understand (understand)
What makes a good man?







Ain't nothin' wrong with this chemistry
Ain't nothin' wrong with this blasphemy
And time tell that there's the pedigree
Experience is another one meant for me





To tell me now (tell me now)
'n' show me how (show me how)
To understand (understand)
What makes a good man?
To tell me now (tell me now)
Hey walk the line (walk the line)
Hey understand (understand)
What makes a good man
From me?



Now I entitle swim for blood and birth
I entitle swim for what it's worth
Cause lines get drawn 'n' lines get kicked 'n' blurred
Indelible is what I need to spread the word






'n' tell me now (tell me now)
'n' show me how (show me how)
To understand (understand)
What makes a good man?
To tell me now (tell me now)
Hey walk the line (walk the line)
Hey understand (understand)
What makes a good man
From me?



Tell me now (tell me now)
'n' show me how (show me how)
To understand (understand)
What makes a good man?
To tell me now (tell me now)
Hey walk the line (walk the line)
Hey understand (understand)
What makes a good man
From me?
From me





What makes a good man
From me?



What makes a good man
From me?

The Heavy

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The Search and Little Else








grew up in a maze where I was afraid of the moon
and in the haze of youth I went along to look for you













and it was miles and miles
miles and miles of twist and curve





 
and it was days and days
days and days with no stone left unturned





and in my younger years I thought I had for myself
an answer for everything at ready given me to help





and in the wilderness I often ran like hell
never to let give in I'm for the search and little else

Rue Royale

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sonnet





My friend and me
Looking through her red box of memories
Faded I'm sure
But love seems to stick in her veins you know






Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord





Why can't you see
That nature has its way of warning me
Eyes open wide
Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye





Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
Yes, there's love if you want it
Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord
My lord






Sinking fast within a boat without a hull
My lord
Dreaming about the day when I can see you there
My side
By my side






Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord
I stop to say hello
'Cause I think you should know by now
By now
By now
By now
By now
By now



Oh, by now

The Verve

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Marathon





Coconut Grove 
Is a very small cove 
separated from the sea 
by a shifting shoal 
we didn't realize that 
we had arrived 
at high tide, high tide 
barely made it out alive 






red over white 
fishermen working at night 
not even once 
did we see a light 
we didn't realize 
the forecast had been revised 
by moonless skies and
shifty wind that gusts and dies






on the sand our keel is heaving 
but tonight we've got to be leaving
travel through the day and into the evening 





Marathon how long we've been gone 
and still not yet set foot upon you 







your low lying shore opens welcomingly
to one who's spent the night at sea
Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose
adorn with coral, your bright colors show
ushered in through a bridge that is never closed.

Tennis

Monday, March 2, 2015

Too Weak To Ramble






I was a child when I left home.
I wandered blindly until I roamed.
While others have secrets I have none.
Now I’m too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble






 Bitter the fruit
Withered the vine
Long gone the virgin who danced til she died
I’m here in the valley, hidden from light
Too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble






Too low to get up
Too weak to try
Too drunk to stagger
Too gone to lie
I always told myself I’d make it out of here alive
But, I’m too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble

Dr. Dog

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Please Respect Our Decadence





Everybody's dying, So we send them flowers.




 

After their funerals We go out to dinner And then we try To forget about it.






We're all committing suicide, And everybody points it out to us. Is that coffee you're drinking?



 

Is that a cigarette you're smoking? Is that meat you're eating? Is that air you're breathing?




 
Have you no self respect?
No, but we're having fun
Quick, before we drop dead




 
we don't mind your great concern 
but please send flowers instead
 
Algebra Suicide

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Love and Light



What's that you say
Something by new day but how do you found this way 
And how do you get around with that sound





I'm always in the always 
Also on pressure days never quite go away 
Where do we find a place to stay 
All the empty magazines '
A lot to learn in 
From where you get and '
What feels goot to 'not necessary 
Way would you turn a blind to a one how tries let it and '




Ooh if I ask him way 

Sandro Perri

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Universe Expanded



I’ll give you each love letter back
We’ll laugh before every joke is told
We’ll pose after every photograph
Has been removed from the negative





With every smile we lose a line
Watch the stars fall back into the sky
Cork the wine
Unbake a cake
Take the dog back to the RSPCA






But I don’t mind losing you this time






I’ll meet you coming backwards
I’ll meet you coming back
When the universe has expanded
Time will contract



 
You’ll come back
I’ll meet you coming backwards
Next time






We make-up start an argument
Tears crawl back into your…
I turn from a friend
Of your friend
Unintroduced
Forget your name forevermore





But I don’t mind losing you this time





I’ll meet you coming backwards…
Yes I’ll meet you coming back
But we move forwards
Into emptiness
Into the void
Into the universe






We’ll part as happy strangers
From a long friendship
That grew from
Such a love

Franz Ferdinand

Monday, February 16, 2015

Fall On Me





There's a problem, feathers, iron
Bargain buildings, weights and pulleys
Feathers hit the ground
Before the weight can leave the air





 

Buy the sky and sell the sky
And tell the sky, and tell the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)





There's the progress
We have found a way to talk around the problem
Building towers
Foresight isn't anything at all






Buy the sky and sell the sky
And bleed the sky and tell the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)
Fall on me




 
(Well I would keep it above but then it wouldn't be sky any more)
(So if I send it to you you've got to promise to keep it home)






Buy the sky and sell the sky
And lift your arms up to the sky
And ask the sky, and ask the sky
Fall on me (what is it up in the air for)
Fall on me (if it's there for long)
Fall on me (it's over, it's over me)

REM