Cat Stevens' "Trouble"
Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me
Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me
I've drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair
I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I'll have to go there
Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
and it's too much for me today
Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery
I've seen your eyes
and I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me
I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see
Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery
Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time
There's something about Cat Stevens' voice that throws me into a sort of automatic sadness. Last week my roommate Alli and I were watching Harold and Maude, which has become one of those movies that somehow makes me happy. I don't know why, though, as CS' songs litter the soundtrack. But, enjoy this song. I love it.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
"You don't even like Bob Dylan"
"Most Of The Time"
Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time.
Most of the time it's well understood
Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive and I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time my head is on straight
Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time she ain't even in my mind
I wouldn't know her if I saw her
She's that far behind
Most of the time I can even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was ever with her
Most of the time I'm halfway content
Most of the time I know exactly where it went
I don't cheat on myself I don't run and hide
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Florence & the Machine. I like it.
I'm really into this song right now.
Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming so you better run
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children and your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can't you hear the horses
Cause here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too. oh.
Happiness it hurt like a bullet in the mind
Stuck them up drainpipes
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Cause here they come
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses because here they come
Happiness, it hurt like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with a drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming so you better run
Run fast for your mother run fast for your father
Run for your children and your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can't you hear the horses
Cause here they come
And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too. oh.
Happiness it hurt like a bullet in the mind
Stuck them up drainpipes
By someone who should know better than that
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses
Cause here they come
Run fast for your mother and fast for your father
Run for your children for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can't carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses because here they come
The dog days are over
The dog days are gone
Can you hear the horses because here they come
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Sweet Acoustic.
I received this song from a friend the other day and just now got a chance to listen to it. Enjoy this cover of Robyn's "Be Mine." Sort of sweet.
It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance I promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
And you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And I am helpless, sometimes
Wishing's just no good
Cause you don't see me like I wish you would
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
But you never were, and you never will be mine
[Spoken:]
I saw you at the station
You had your arm around what's her name
She had on that scarf I gave you
and you got down to tie her laces
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
(You looked happy and that's great)
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
(I just miss you, that's all)
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain
As if a good thing ever could make up for all the pain
There'll be no last chance I promise to never mess it up again
Just a sweet pain of watching your back as you walk
As I'm watching you walk away
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
It's a cruel thing you'll never know all the ways I tried
It's a hard thing faking a smile when I feel like I'm falling apart inside
And now you're gone it's like an echo in my head
And I remember every word you said
And you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
For the first time, there is no mercy in your eyes
And the cold wind is hitting my face and you're gone
And you're walking away
And I am helpless, sometimes
Wishing's just no good
Cause you don't see me like I wish you would
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
But you never were, and you never will be mine
[Spoken:]
I saw you at the station
You had your arm around what's her name
She had on that scarf I gave you
and you got down to tie her laces
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
(You looked happy and that's great)
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
(I just miss you, that's all)
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
Cause you never were, and you never will be mine
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
There's a moment to seize everytime that we meet
But you have always keep passing me by
No, you never were, and you never will be mine
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
How Things Work.
There were five girls waiting in line after the show. Really, it was something to see. That's why the line was so long after. No one wanted to get up during the performance. They knew they would miss something. Something brilliant. Something the performer would later recall during an interview with the newest version of Johnny Carson.
That's why I waited, at least. I can't imagine if I had any more than one-and-a-half beers.
It's funny what happens after you become of drinking age. Your hands feel lonely if they don't have a glass of something or other in them. I never had the problem of empty hands during my pre-21-year-old days. I suppose they were empty, but I never felt abashed that I wasn't allowed to enjoy alcoholic elixirs. I think I was better hydrated then though. I drank a lot of water. It was bottled water. Please, please don't be mad. I didn't realize there was so much excess garbage piled up in the ocean. I didn't realize that plastic wasn't always recyclable. I didn't realize. I'm sorry. I didn't know.
So now I don't drink as much water. I blame it on being older now. I blame it on the use of plastic bottles. I blame it on pollution. I blame it on liking the fizziness of beer and the bitterness of a good dry white wine. Excuses are my new thing. Really, only excuses for little things like why I have a headache: because I don't drink enough water. I suppose they're not as much excuses as they are reasons. Real reasons. It has to be that I don't drink enough water, though, because I don't drink alcohol enough to ever get a headache. Maybe once in a while I do, if we're being honest. I'm not really a big drinker. It's just my hands. They don't know what to do with themselves. I feel like I need to get up. I need to hold something. As if I need to get up and move and do something and be something: a consumer.
Isn't that the reason why people do or buy anything, they feel like they have to, like they should, like if they don't they will later, so why not now?
Link. TS Eliot.
That's why I waited, at least. I can't imagine if I had any more than one-and-a-half beers.
It's funny what happens after you become of drinking age. Your hands feel lonely if they don't have a glass of something or other in them. I never had the problem of empty hands during my pre-21-year-old days. I suppose they were empty, but I never felt abashed that I wasn't allowed to enjoy alcoholic elixirs. I think I was better hydrated then though. I drank a lot of water. It was bottled water. Please, please don't be mad. I didn't realize there was so much excess garbage piled up in the ocean. I didn't realize that plastic wasn't always recyclable. I didn't realize. I'm sorry. I didn't know.
So now I don't drink as much water. I blame it on being older now. I blame it on the use of plastic bottles. I blame it on pollution. I blame it on liking the fizziness of beer and the bitterness of a good dry white wine. Excuses are my new thing. Really, only excuses for little things like why I have a headache: because I don't drink enough water. I suppose they're not as much excuses as they are reasons. Real reasons. It has to be that I don't drink enough water, though, because I don't drink alcohol enough to ever get a headache. Maybe once in a while I do, if we're being honest. I'm not really a big drinker. It's just my hands. They don't know what to do with themselves. I feel like I need to get up. I need to hold something. As if I need to get up and move and do something and be something: a consumer.
Isn't that the reason why people do or buy anything, they feel like they have to, like they should, like if they don't they will later, so why not now?
Link. TS Eliot.
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