Audience - Dirty on Purpose

Short and sweet is this one.


You were full of liquor and lines and you said it was serious
you could not see straight
and you thought the audience in the room was the same
On a perfect day for a cigarette (not quite winter yet)
you're an easy mark to disappear
Oh skinny you're sleeping in your car

You fake a smile the lights are so bright they're blinding you
You close your eyes (like there's something to see inside of you)
Words fail tonight you can't get your jaw to cooperate
You change your mind

We bought every record in the dollar bin
every single one of them was a frozen cry
We sat and watched the city go to sleep every night
There will be big blue pools for swimming in and swings for sitting in
We'll get off the grid
We'll drift like continents
We'll never be missed

You fake a smile the lights are so bright they're blinding you
You close your eyes (like there's something to see inside of you)
Words fail tonight you can't get your jaw to cooperate
You change your mind

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Don't You Forget Parts 1 & 2 - Micah P. Hinson

Here by request - a notable feature of the Saturday's Song blog (one that more of you should be enjoying) as well as dedications which have also been made...the deal is that whatever I get as a request/dedication goes up in addition to the pick of the week (see Fatalist Palmistry post for today). So keep 'em coming kids. 

This one comes all the way from Japan (far from home for sure). Carol and I have some fav's in common including Sea Foam by Land of Talk (which incidently might make it on here someday soon). In my last message to her I alerted her to their cover of Wintersleep's Weighty Ghost which is pretty sweet. She has returned the favor with this one. 

In her words: 

"I am a huge fan of the crescendo song. 

Land of Talk Sea Foam is a standout....many Loney Dear songs....

and.....

Micah P Hinson (he actually has a bunch) - Don't You Forget About Me (Parts One and Two) is the best though. I save it for the dingy elevator that takes me to my dingy office. I go in raring. 

I especially like the brief pause before the buildup begins.

And who doesn't want someone not to forget about them...especially when you are far from home. Memories tie us to people...and our own histories."

There are things
That I say
That don't mean a thing anyway

There are things
That I say
That don't mean a thing anyway
They don't mean a thing anyway

And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
forget about me

And there are things
That I do
That don't mean a thing anyway

There are things
That I do
That don't mean a thing anyway
They don't mean a thing anyway

And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
And don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
forget about me

Don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
Don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
Don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me
Don't you
don't you forget about me
forget about me

For more Micah P. Hinson follow this link and for that Land of Talk cover click here

Fatalist Palmistry - Why?

Warren and I saw Why? open for Yo La Tango last year and we really liked their sound but we were also convinced they didn't have good "songs"...boy were we wrong about that. 

These lyrics are published online but I am not convinced that the fill is truly "Anna, anna, anna, anna, ovation." I think it sounds more like "And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit ovations." I'm a purist (with a pretty healthy imagination) so if someone knows for certain and I am way off, message me. 

I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
and coffin rehearsal
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
and the findings are personal
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side
well maybe she knows something I don't know

but I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
I'm not a mummy shrinking in its box
your cat clawed out my eyes while I's
distracted by your smile
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
and you ask me is there anybody else that I'm dating

And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in ovations...

but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out to thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read

I'm lucky to be under
this same sky that held
the exhale from your first breath
like a ring on a pillow of clubs
I knew my tongue may stutter
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
to burst between your red lengths
of its bone briden self

and I am still alive and loved
and wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut groan
I tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull women towards them, I can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

And I fit in, and I fit in, and I fit in, ovation at your house.

but your painted pony is fading
walks like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see

You can here more Why? music here
Where they do a pretty sick cover of "Close to me" by The Cure. 

Hewlett's Daughter - Grandaddy

I will never see this band live. This makes me sad. Not because I think they're the greatest band ever, but because of this song.


Hewlett's daughter
Loved her father
And I think she loved me too
For a little while

Hewlett's daughter
I forgot her
Now I'm treating (treading) water
And waste at night

High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and glaciers
I spy below the mess
And measure the pressures
Where sofas float on roads
And somebody stole your guns
Well sir I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son

High above the wrecks
On ice shelves and dressers
With crash united sewn
On all of my dress shirts
They firefell the roads
And somebody stole your guns
Well sir I'm the only one
To get back your stolen guns
I should have been your son

Yes sir, I'm the only one that should have been your son.



You can hear more Grandaddy here

re: Stacks - Bon Iver

So...been out dancing all night and still this song kills me.

This guy was isolated in the woods for a period and this is what he made...



This my excavation and today is kumran
Everything that happens from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed


I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell


On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load


I've been twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground


There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?


On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load


This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be safe with me

Hear other Bon Iver music here

Advice to the Graduate - The Silver Jews

So...my last class was on Thursday. Exams start Saturday...officially semester ends...

Someone recently told me they "never really go into them" in reference to the Silver Jews.

If you asked me to choose my favorite SJ song, I would not be able to choose just one - but hey - let me know what yours is...


If you got a message leave your name and number
And we'll get back to you...

Sleep on your back and ash in your shoes
and always use the old sense of the word
Your third drink will lead you astray
wandering down the backstreets of the world

On the last day of your life don't forget to die
the things that you do will always make your momma cry...
Well I know you gotta lot 'a hope for the new men
well I know you gotta lot 'a hope for the new men - m-a-a-an

So you got no friends and you wander through the night
and now you watch the sunrise through a rifle's sight
Well don't believe in people who say it's all been done
they have time to talk because their race is run

So get in some licks and hold your head up
and soon you'll be drinking from that crystal cup

Well I know you gotta lot 'a hope for the new men
well I know you gotta lot 'a hope for
so much hope for so much hope for
so much hope for so much hope for

Good morning to the new world, to the new world, to the new world...

I want hope for I want hope for I want hope for...

To the new to the new to the new to the new...

Am I a Good Man - Them Two

You know when you have that special someone you'd do anything for and they go off and take it all for granted? Ya. You know. 

This song is originally by Them Two and was surreptitiously introduced to me by Band of Horses who I saw perform it at La Tulipe last fall. Their cover is surprisingly soulful and was a highlight of that show. 

A special thanks to Nic for reminding me what the song was and for sending me over the file. 

Am I a good man?

Am I a fool?

Am I weak? 

Or am I just playin' it cool?

I have a woman and I know she's no good

but still I keep my head up high 

and try to do the things that a good man should

Am I a good man? (am i a good man?)

Am I a fool? (am i a fool?)

Am I weak? (no) somebody tell me

I play it cool

She has made my whole life a mess

but still I work day and night for her 

so she can always have the best 

Am I a good man? (am i a good man?)

Am I a fool? (am i a fool?)

Am I weak? (no) somebody tell me 

Or am I just playin' it cool?

You know what - the best of her love she gives to someone else

But still before I hurt the little girl

I'd rather hurt myself 

Does that make me a good man?

Am I a good man? Am I a good man?

Am I a good man? somebody tell me 

Am I a good man?

She's made (she's made) my whole life a mess 

but still I work day and night for her 

so she can always have the best 

Am I a good man? Am I a good man?

Am I a fool? Am I a fool?

Am I weak? Somebody tell me

Am I just playin' it cool

You know I love her and I need her, 

even though she do me so wrong 

Am I just too blind to see?

Maybe I been in love too long

Hey, hey am I a good man? Am I a fool...