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Wednesday, 27 May 2009

  • Currently
    Sun, Sun, Sun
    By The Elected
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    The Elected - The Bank And Trust


    Well, she gets real mean when she's drunk
    And she finally fell asleep, and I'm glad
    She said, 'The only way you got as far as you did
    Is 'cause of me. Your songs suck'
    And I'm stuck in this American town
    And the streets are full of snow
    And the shops are closin' down
    And the only friend I had here moved away
    Went back to Dallas
    Ran out of money

    So now the bills have all been paid
    And the money's all been saved
    You're still as sad as you ever were
    Sellin' out
    To the man you trust

    The next morning, just after dawn
    On the side of my bed with just a towel on
    She said, 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.'
    You never do, let's finish what we were working on

    So now the bills have all been paid
    And the money's all been saved
    We're just as bad as we ever were
    Sellin' out to the bank and trust
    Yeah, the bank and trust

    And I met this girl from Montgomery
    A twenty six-year-old with a five-year-old baby
    Yeah, I had her when I was young
    Yeah, her daddy's long gone
    But that's all right, Jack
    You see, she saved me

    It's just that I feel stuck in this American town
    I finally got a good job, it'd just be dumb to move now
    So some days I can hardly move
    Much less move away

    So now the bills have all been paid
    And the money's all been saved
    We're just as bad as we ever were, ever were
    Selling out to the bank and trust
    Yeah, the man you trust
    Yeah, the man you trust

    This album is highly underrated.

Monday, 16 February 2009

  • Khalil Gibran -
    excerpt from The Prophet, 1923

    And a youth said, “Speak to us of friendship.”

    Your friend is your needs answered.
    He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving
    And he is your board and your fireside.

    For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
    When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay”.
    And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
    For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

    When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
    For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
    And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth:
    and only the unprofitable is caught.

    And let your best be for your friend
    If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also
    For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
    Seek him always with hours to live.

    For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

    And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter,
    and sharing of pleasures.
    For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Monday, 19 January 2009

  • Currently
    Me First
    By The Elected
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    The Elected - Greetings In Braille


    If my senses fail, stay with me 'til they go 'cause I don't wanna be alone.
    Greetings in braille, they'll describe everything, colors aren't everything.
    And if you see me, down at the liquor store, please don't tell my dad.
    And if you see my dad, down at the liquor store, don't tell me anything at all.
    And the people you brought were just drainpipes bringing trash to the ground.
    And your memories are just picture cards, one night stands and breakdowns.
    And you were cold, tired and old as you'd ever looked that night.
    And we were warned, yeah. We were warned not to stay out too late.
    But somethings were worth getting in trouble for.
    So now that you finally failed just like you said you would, down to the last detail.
    Well if living's such hell, here's to your dying days.
    You won't have to be afraid.
    And the heroes you met were just fiction, yeah, with high expectations.
    And your friends grew up faster than you got successful, told you to keep it up.
    Good comes to those who work.
    And the stories they told you were true, babe.
    Your mom really went crazy.
    But that doesn't have to be you.
    No.
    And I miss Tara and Melissa, Allen and John.
    And you'll never have friends like you did when you were young.
    But our bodies were pulled away and swept out to the sea.
    And I'd call and say hi if I thought you'd remember me 'cause somethings are worth leaving old memories for.
    If my senses fail, stay with me 'til they go cause I don't wanna be alone.
    Greetings in Braille, should describe everything 'cause you can't see anything from here.
    From here, you can't see nothing at all.

Sunday, 14 December 2008

  • I always believed it was the things you don't choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was something they'd accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those. I lived on this block my whole life; most of these people have. When your job is to find people who are missing, it helps to know where they started. I find the people who started in the cracks and then fell through. This city can be hard. When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. "You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as doves."

    - Gone Baby Gone

Saturday, 06 December 2008

  • Currently
    Crossroads
    By Tracy Chapman
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    Tracy Chapman - All That You Have Is Your Soul





    Oh, my mama told me

    'Cause she say she learned the hard way
    Say she wanna spare the children
    She say don't give or sell your soul away
    'Cause all that you have is your soul

    Don't be tempted by the shiny apple
    Don't you eat of a bitter fruit
    Hunger only for a taste of justice
    Hunger only for a world of truth
    'Cause all that you have is your soul

    I was a pretty young girl once
    I had dreams I had high hopes
    I married a man he stole my heart away
    He gave his love but what a high price I paid
    And all that you have is your soul

    Why was I such a young fool
    Thought I'd make history
    Making babies was the best I could do
    Thought I'd made something that could be mine forever
    Found out the hard way one can't possess another
    And all that you have is your soul

    I thought thought that I could find a way
    To beat the system
    To make a deal and have no debts to pay
    I'd take it all take it all I'd run away
    Me for myself first class and first rate
    But all that you have is your soul

    Here I am waiting for a better day
    A second chance
    A little luck to come my way
    A hope to dream a hope that I can sleep again
    And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
    'Cause all that you have is your soul

    All that you have
    All that you have
    All that you have is your soul


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