Well open up your mind and see like me

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I’m trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I’ll be giving it my best test
Nothing’s going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some

I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I’m yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
A lá peaceful melody
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved loved loved

So I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours

I’ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
My breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I’ma saying is there ain’t no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It’s what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
this is our fate, I’m yours

Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you’re free
Look into your heart and you’ll find the sky is yours
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
A lá one big family
It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved

I won’t hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I’m sure
There’s no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours

No please, don’t complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I’m yours

No please, don’t hesitate
no more, no more
It cannot wait
The sky is yours!

Jason Mraz-I’m Yours

Crystal Ball

Who is the man I see
Where I’m supposed to be?
I lost my heart, I buried it too deep
Under the iron sea

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall

Lines ever more unclear
Not sure I’m even here
The more I look the more I think that I’m
Starting to disappear

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I’m fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

I don’t know where I am
And I don’t really care
I look myself in the eye
There’s no-one there
I fall upon the earth
I call upon the air
But all I get is the same old vacant stare

Oh, crystal ball, crystal ball
Save us all, tell me life is beautiful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Oh, crystal ball, hear my song
I’m fading out, everything I know is wrong
So put me where I belong

Keane

This is getting old, I’m more than ready for it to just be over.

Oh, and about the obsessive amount of lyrics lately…it’s how I deal.

Playlist: November Sucks

Green Day- Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

Ben Folds Five- Song for the Dumped

Maroon 5- Not Falling Apart

The Postal Service- Nothing Better

Rooney- Love Me or Leave Me

Cake- I Will Survive

Keane- Better Than This

Jets to Brazil- Perfecting Loneliness

Maroon 5- Through With You

Joey Ramone- What a Wonderful World

Imogen Heap- Hide & Seek

Sufjan Stevens- Chicago

R.E.M.- Everybody Hurts

Bright Eyes- Take it Easy (Love Nothing)

Sufjan Stevens- The One I Love

Beck- Guess I’m Doin’ Fine

Imogen Heap- Loose Ends

Mute Math- Control

Loose Ends

Doing everything by halves… got a real flare with excuses.
Meeting someone at the bar… where loose ends still have uses.

It’s complicated… this time, I think it could be.
Triangulated, it could be just what we need…
So what you say… we give it up and walk away?
We’re overrated, anyway.

We’re kissing without kissing… got it down to a fine art.
Love’s supposed to keep you young and frisky; we grew up and wide apart.
Not now, not ever, no… it’s never a good time.
How will the good times ever roll along?
Comparing photos then and now.
Just wondering…wondering…where it all went wrong.

It’s complicated… this time, I think it could be.
Triangulated, it could be just what we need…
So what you say… we give it up and walk away?
Nothing to salvage, anyway.

Want to, oh, need to, oh, try to, oh none of the above…
Want to, oh, need to, oh, try to, oh none of the above…
Want to, oh, need to, oh, try to, oh none of the above…
Want to, oh, need to, oh, try to, oh…

It’s complicated… this time, I think it could be.
Triangulated, it could be just what we need…
So what you say… we give it up and walk away?
We’re overrated, anyway.

It’s complicated… this time, I think it could be.
Triangulated, it could be just what we need…
So what you say… we give it up and walk away?
Nothing to salvage, anyway.

Imogen Heap

Control

Take control of the atmosphere
Take me far away from here
There is no better loss than to lose myself in you
In a parachute to glide, I am captive in your sky
Surrender has somehow become so beautiful

Move me up through the darkest clouds
Till I’ve lost in the sun every shadow of doubt
There is no better find than to find myself with you
In a fog you are all I see
I’m inviting you closer with each time I breathe
Surrender has somehow become so beautiful

Such a beautiful surrender

There are some things that only music can fix.

And this one borders even that possibility.

Seriously though, I can’t wait for January! I’m genuinely excited about V moving out here! He and N and BB and E and I are going to have so much fun!

And that, I think, can fix anything.

We Don’t Care About the Young Folks

If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me

i did before and had my share
it didn’t lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn’t matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do

i can tell there’s something goin’ on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i’m still with you

it doesn’t matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you

and we don’t care about the young folks
talkin’ ’bout the young style
and we don’t care about the old folks
talkin’ ’bout the old style too
and we don’t care about their own faults
talkin’ ’bout our own style
all we care ’bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you

talking only me and you
talking only me and you

Peter, Bjorn & John

The National

I’m a little pissed (I mean that in both the British and the American senses of the word).  I can no longer listen to The National.  Too much attatched to them.  Too much wine.

Do the Whirlwind

She said you’d given up,
Your folks told me you should be left alone,
On a mountain top knocking the aeroplanes down with stones.
Do the whirlwind and carry the hope that stings all night long,
Don’t abandon him ’cause he quivers when he hears your song,

Believe me, it’s safe to see.
At least be confused about right and wrong,
Plan to settle down,
Over the moon under the sun.
Do the whirlwind and shotgun the seat that beats that beats
Hanging on to the one you love
To keep keepin’, sleepin’, dreamin’ on.

Folks given up under the quivers and lines,
You do the whirlwind,
Don’t abandon,
Get a handle of yourself, son.

I’ve gotten not 1 but 18 calls from my roomie’s ex in the past 24 hours.  And then I got a call from G.  Apparently he hiked the AT and then moved not too far from me.

Every time I think things can’t get any weirder…

Uppers Aren’t Necessary

lead me through these cities of imaginary trends
something’s gonna be changing come the morning time my friend
as fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till then
i’ve got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick
everything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick
take these cities from me i’ll build buildings up with my own bare hands

the uppers aren’t necessary the guilt is the coal
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
till the lonely messengers come calling you back home

the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road
stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had
a 100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line
singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire
to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar

the uppers aren’t necessary the guilt is the coal
that keeps the fire burning to drive out the cold
that creeps in every corner crack and never leaves you alone
till the lonely messengers come calling you back
to the red door, cracked and crooked walk way
the fence impaling the stars
ghostly keepers lead the way through railroads of abandoned cars
the tracks and city streets cut through like scars

I’m moving tomorrow, through these fickle streets and to a new city of imaginary trends.

Addendum

Addendum to “Soundtrack to September”:

Burised-The Bens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoApGN8k2Nc

Soundtrack of September

Juicebox-The Strokes

Bittersweet Symphony-The Veve

99 Red Balloons-Goldfinger

Marijuana in Your Brain-Lords of Acid

Joints und Heineken-Dynamite D-Luxe

Human Behavior-Björk

Champagne Supernova-Oasis

Fett’s Vette-MC Chris

Sleeping In-The Postal Service

Maggie May-The Pietasters

Not Today-Jump, Little Children

You Get What You Give-The New Radicals

Picture Book-The Kinks

A Horse With No Name-America

On My Way-Ben Kweller

An Honset Mistake-The Bravery

Sex and Candy-Marcy Playground

Holding Hands, Feeding Ducks-The Brunettes

Everybody’s Changing-Keane

New Slang-The Shins

Do the Whirlwind-Architecture in Helsinki

Our House-Madness

Birdhouse in Your Soul-They Might be Giants

Roam-The B-52s

Somebody Told Me-The Killers

Nothin From Nothin-Billy Preston

Dancing in the Moonlight-Toploader

50 Ways to Leave Your Lover-Paul Simon

Waiting on the World to Change-John Mayer

Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues-eels

Bowl of Oranges-Bright Eyes

There She Goes Again-Velvet Underground and Nico

Young Folks-Peter, Bjorn & John

Still Fighting It-Ben Folds

Homesick-Kings of Convenience

Chicago-Sufjan Stevens

Put it on shuffle and drive with the windows down.

Tom Waits for Everyman

I went to the Tom Waits show on Saturday, and it was awesome!

Well, mostly awesome.  It was awesome once it finally started…

It was supposed to start at 8.  At 8:30 the entire Fox Theatre was still in the lobby buying t-shirts.  At 8:45 they were buying drinks.  At 9:15-ish the show finally started, and for the next 2 hours of amazing music, the stupid people in the auditorium proceeded to get up and walk around.  I saw the same couple walk in and out at least half a dozen times.

What, exactly, is so important that you have to leave a show 6 times on a weekend??

I’m thoroughly convinced that 90% of those “hipsters” were there just to say they’d seen Tom Waits, not to actually listen to his music.

Jerks. Thanks for screwing it up for the rest of us.

This Song Should be in a Zach Braff Movie

This song needs to be in a Zach Braff movie somewhere.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vg7BEHIo-g4

Soundtrack of Our…This is entirely too cliche…

I have a hard time listening to music sometimes, because my internal soundtrack drowns out external noise. Yeah, that’s a little weird, i know. But there are some times when I honestly wish my life was like a movie. I should rephrase. There are a lot of parts of my life that honestly ARE like a movie…drama stalks me at times. Unfortunately, the super cool soundtrack reminiscent of Zach Braff’s work in “Garden State” seems to be missing.

A soundtrack of my life (right now):

Weezer: Undone (The Sweater Song)
KT Tunstall: Funny Man
Muse: Starlight
The Brunettes: End of the Runway
The Shins: Sea Legs
Goldfinger: 99 Red Balloons
Spoon: I Turn My Camera On
The Strokes: Whatever Happened?
Ben Harper: Diamonds on the Inside
Sufjan Stevens: Chicago