Tell Me What You Want To Hear...

I need another story, something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring, need something that I can confess. 'Til all my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I've said, come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw a wink, no I've been on the brink, so tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years. Sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away. This time, don't need another perfect line. Don't care if critics never jump in line. I'm gonna give all my secrets away. My God, amazing how we got this far. It's like we're chasing all those stars who's driving shiny big black cars. And everyday I see the news all the problems that we could solve and when a situation rises just write it into an album. Singing straight, too cold. I don't really like my flow, no, so tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years. Sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away. This time, don't need another perfect line. Don't care if critics never jump in line. I'm gonna give all my secrets away. Oh, got no reason, got not shame, got no family I can blame. Just don't let me disappear, I'ma tell you everything. So tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years. Sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away. This time, don't need another perfect line. Don't care if critics never jump in line. I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

SOTD: Eyes - Rogue Wave

MOTD: (500) Days of Summer

SOTD: Trick Pony - Charlotte Gainsbourg

MOTD: Snatch

SOTD: It'll All Work Out - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

MOTD: Elizabethtown

SOTD: American Slang - The Gaslight Anthem

MOTD: Backdraft

SOTD: Secrets - OneRepublic

MOTD: The Last Kiss

SOTD: Travel By Telephone - Rival Schools

MOTD: Bullitt

Monday

Song of the day: Like A G6 - Far East Movement (feat. Dev)

Movie of the day: Hot Fuzz

Sunday

Song of the day: I'm On Fire, Sara Bareilles

Movie of the day: The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Vox Populi

This is a call to arms, gather soldiers, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. Did you ever believe? Were you ever a dreamer? Ever imagine heart open and free? Did you ever deny? Were you ever a traitor? Ever in love with your bloodless disease? This is a call to arms, gather soldiers, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. Ever want to be free? Do you even remember? Want to be god and devil like me? Ever want to just stop? Do you want to surrender? Or fight for victory? Here we are at the start, I can feel the beating of our hearts, here we are at the start... Darkness falls, here comes the rain to wash away the past and the names. Darkness falls, here comes the rain to end it all, the blood and the game. Far, far away in a land that time can't change; long, long ago in a place of hearts and gold. This is a call to arms, gather soliders, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. This is a call to arms, gather soliders, time to go to war. This is a battle song, brothers and sisters, time to go to war. This is a call to arms, way of the night. This is a battle song, way of the night...

Closer To The Edge

I remember one moment, I tried to forget. I lost myself, is it better not said? Now I'm closer to the edge. It was a thousand to one and a million to two. Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you closer to the edge. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

Can can can you imagine a time when the truth ran free? The birth of a song and the death of a dream closer to the edge. This never ending story, paid for with pride and fate. We all fall short of glory, lost in our fate. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again. No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

I will never forget.

NO NO

I will never regret.

NO NO

I will live my life.

NO NO NO NO

I will never forget.

NO NO

I will never regret.

NO NO

I will live my life.

No, I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO

I'm not saying I'm sorry. One day maybe we'll meet again.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

NO NO NO NO

Closer to the edge.

You Are Not Special

An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

Cover Me

The times are tough now, just getting tougher. This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher. Cover me, come on baby, cover me. Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me. Promise me baby you won't let them find us. Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us. Cover me, shut the door and cover me. Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me. Outside's the rain, the driving snow, I can hear the wild wind blowing. Turn out the light, bolt the door, I ain't going out there no more. This whole world is out there just trying to score. I've seen enough, I don't want to see any more. Cover me, come on and cover me. I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me.

I'm On Fire

Hey little girl is your daddy home, did he go away and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire. I'm on fire. Tell me now baby is he good to you, can he do to you the things that I do? I can take you higher. Im on fire. Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley, through the middle of my soul. At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head. Only you can cool my desire. I'm on fire.

Remember When I Knew A Boxer, Baby?

I know you got your pride and your prose tucked like just a tommy gun, somewhere in the smoke, just in case you need it son. I heard it's been a ride rougher than the last one, what'd you used to say? Oh, the harder they come... But he, he swears he's praying for a good time and he, he said he just doesn't miss her and, I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby? And your tattooed knuckles, oh how they grind down. Try to be a man, tough just like your father. Try to settle down, more like c-calm down. Remember them songs and the reasons we were singing for. But he said he just doesn't miss her. And he, he says it's somewhere in his framework. And I have heard you never really lose it, do you? Do you? You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, ad there were reasons that were driving you crazy. Until you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby. And you can wait all night long until it all goes wrong and you waste away your soul and you can wait, wait, wait, wait. You took it all gracefully on the chin, knowing that the beatings had to someday end. You found the bandages inside the band, and the stitches on the radio. But there was something heavy holding you down, and there were whispers that were driving you crazy. And now you haunt the heart of this town. Remember when I knew a boxer, baby?

Wild And Young

Does anyone still remember what it was like when we were wild and young?

When The Stars Go Blue

Dancin' where the stars go blue. Dancin' where the evening fell. Dancin' in your wooden shoes, in a wedding gown. Dancin' out on 7th street. Dancin' through the underground. Dancin' little marionette. Are you happy now? Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely? I'll follow you when the stars go blue. Laughing with your pretty mouth. Laughing with your broken eyes. Laughing with your lover's tongue, in a lullaby. Where do you go when you're lonely? Where do you go when you're blue? Where do you go when you're lonely? I'll follow you when the stars go blue.

FEAR THE BEARD!

THE GIANTS ARE COMING!

Whatever Happened To My Rock 'n Roll?

I fell in love with a sweet sensation. I gave my heart to a simple chord. I gave my soul to a new religion. Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to my rock 'n roll?

Pickup Truck

Walk you home to see where your livin' around, and I know this place. Pour yourself on me and you know I'm the one that you won't forget. And in your dear old mind, I see somethings awry, and I see you're weak. When he comes around, see your fixin' a shine, and my face won't speak. Hate to be so emotional. I didn't mean to get physical. But when he pulled in and rev'd it up, I see you crawl out a Pick Up truck. And in the moonlight I burn him down, all kickin screamin & rolling around. A little piece of a bloody tooth just so you know I was thinkin of you. Just so you know. Trim and misery, and as cold as a hole, hug your bones and skin. Cracklin' woods stone white, and my eyes swolled up now. I can see the light. Hate to be so emotional. I didn't mean to get physical. But when he pulled in and rev'd it up, I see you crawl out a Pick Up truck. And in the moonlight I burn him down, all kickin screamin & rolling around. A little piece of a bloody tooth just so you know I was thinkin of you. Just so you know.

Codeine Lover

Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough, yeah, and the codeine to fix it. Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies, who's gonna help him to kick it? Well his coat is torn and frayed, it`s seen much better days. Just as long as the guitar plays let it steal your heart away, let it steal your heart away.

Crash Kings

Mary! I think it's over. You bring me down, bring me down, bring me down and not again. Jenny! I hope you love me. I'm going down, going down, going down, going down tonight. I think you got me where you want me. I think you got me where you want me, woman! I think you got me where you want me. I think you got me where you want me, come on! I'm not a sex-crazed teacher. She looks at me to tell me when it's over and I would never leave you high...and dry. I'm not a sex-crazed teacher. She looks at me to tell me when it's over cuz I would never leave you high...and dry.

Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake. I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake. I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey let me heal it". And we danced all night to a soul fairy band and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can. She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night, all night. Janey don't know what she do to you. Like a spirit in the night, all night. Stand right up and let her shoot through me.

Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy dancin' in the moonlight. They were down near the water in a stone mud fight, Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn. Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt. Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs. Janey said it was time to go, so we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right, together we moved like spirits in the night, all night. Baby don't know what they can do to you. Spirits in the night, all night.

Maybe I'm Just Tired...

If love comes your way don't be afraid, unlock the box you heart's encased. Hope it wont change and beware of the games that she'll want to start playing. Oh, lately babe I stay awake thinking this life gets lonely. Well maybe I'm just scared, scared to let you go. I want you to know right from hello your love just kept me wondering. Well maybe I'm just tired, tired of never knowing. I know I'm not good enough for you. If I can be saved show me the way. Help me help myself, baby. Don't be confused, our love is true, just tell by the way I'm looking at you.

Leaves

Try and they’ll take your best friend, try and they’ll take your head for caring about... The leaves will fall... Turning over and over, the leaves are turning over. Getting colder and colder, the leaves are turning over. Will we care again? ...Everyone passes on and believes in what they want to. If we heal, we can feel something that we didn’t want to. There’s a sign for the time, you can read it if you want to, or everyone will become numb.

Lover You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners. Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water. Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind so you never know. Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it. Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it. Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run.

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun much too blind to see the damage he's done. Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, he has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... and I'll burn. Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over. Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in. Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him. My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come. It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder. It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her. It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter. It's never over, she's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong. Oh lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on. I'm much too old to break free and run. Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done. Sweet lover, you should've come over... 'cause it's not too late.

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

Oh I can't slow down, I can't hold back though you know I wish I could. You know there ain't no rest for the wicked, till we close our eyes for good...

Crash

Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

BADOOM

When I ran out of the final bottle of Zoloft, I didn't take any more. I didn't call Dr. Barney either. I just threw the bottle away and said, "Okay, if i ever feel bad again, I'll remember how good it felt that night on the Brooklyn Bridge. Pills were for wimps, and this was over; I was done; I was back to me.

But Things come full circle, baby, and two months later I was back in my bathroom, bowing to the toilet in the dark.

Atlantic City

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold, but with you forever I'll stay. We're goin out where the sands turnin to gold. Put on your stockins babe, `cause the nights getting cold. And maybe evrything dies, baby that's a fact. But maybe evrything that dies some day comes back... Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty, and meet me tonight in Atlantic City.

Heartbreaker

When you're walkin' downtown do you wish I was there, do you wish it was me? With the windows clear and the mannequin's eyes, do they all look like mine? You know you could. I wish you would come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records, screw all my friends, behind my back, with a smile on your face, and then do it again. I wish you would.

Work

All I can say I shouldn't say. Can we take a ride, get out of this place while we still have time?

All We Know

He's the rebel race car driver, and she's the one with the cigarette tan. They just can't seem to get it together. Together they're doin' what they can. With a wave goodbye they wouldn't change a thing, it's all right. They're living lost and out of control. They ain't got but nowhere to go. We're living in a shook up snow globe, and it's all we know.

Faithless Street

I try not to drink, 'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy. Desperate ain't lonely. Know I've been high, pockets are empty. In the daytime I'm lonesome and in the nightime I'm sad.

Blurring the Edges

I love music. I love movies. I love books. Sometimes I fall so in love with these things that the line between them and myself becomes blurred. I find recently that the more I try to find that line, the fainter it gets. Where do they stop and I begin? I don't know anymore...

Live Like You Mean It...

The Limbeck Band said, "Time turned fragile when I turned 22." This is your life, live it without regret.

The Bones of You...

So I'm there charging around with a juggernaut brow. Overdraft, speeches and deadlines to make. Cramming commitments like cats in a sack. Telephone burn and a purposeful gait, when out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know and the world moves in slow-mo straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day. And it's you, and it's May, and we're sleeping through the day, and I'm five years ago and three thousand miles away...

Remember

"The spirit of this city and this nation will not be defeated; our deeply rooted faith sustains us."

Come around sundown...

It's in the water, it's in the story of where you came from. Your sons and daughters in all their glory, it's gonna save her. And when they crash and come together and start rising, just drink the water where you came from, where you came from.

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive.

When I was 12 I closed my eyes and pictured what my life would be like when I'm 27, and this is exactly what I imagined. I should also mention that in that same fantasy Batman was my live-in bodyguard.

Ghandi

"Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's important that you do it."

Cigarettes & Alcohol

Is it worth the aggrivation to find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for? I was lookin' for some action, but all I found was cigarettes and alcohol... which isn't a bad thing.

Mysteries...

Today I ate my food, smelled another's skin, noticed a shade of yellow, even simply sat, with greater lust and hopefulness-and lusted with greater faith, hoped with greater abandon.

We are wild and young...

I fell in love with a southern girl. I gave her wings, but she don't wanna fly no more... Take a deep breath, you make this last. These should be the best days of your life. So right, so right tonight, we are wild and young.

Life is wasted on... people.

I'm freaked out by kids today. Their parents were too perfect at parenting. All that Baby Mozart and Danzig songs. They're all ADD and carpal tunnel. I hope I die before I meet one of them at a job interview.

I don't care...

Hey, guess what? You're not special. So stop talking about your awesome band or showing off your hip tatoos. Do you even know what that symbol on your arm is? Pretty sure I know a few people who have no Irish in them with Celtic tatoos. If you are one of these people, I'm going to punch you in the face. If you are a guy and wear neon tank tops with super tight peter pan black jeans and high top sneakers and neon sunglasses (or white) I'm going to punch you in the face. I don't care how much you love that band I've never heard of, because I know you don't really like them, you're just saying that because I haven't heard of them and it makes you feel special, and you're not. Sorry, but your band is never going to make it. Your art is never going to be seen. Your book is never going to be read. Accept this and realize that you don't need any of it. Self destruction is only the beginning.

Oh my God...

...I think I'm in control.

Me want to go.

Well, I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go.
I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow.
When we float out into the ether, into the Everlasting Arms,
I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life.
'Cause the chains I been hearing now for most of my life.

Did you hear the '59 Sound coming through on Grandmama's radio?
Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?
Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?
Did you hear your favorite song one last time?

Young boys, young girls, ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night.

Look at the damage. The fortunes came for richer men, while we're left with gallows waiting for us liars to come down and hang. When it was over I woke up alone. They cut me to ribbons and taught me to drive. I got your name tatooed inside of my arm. I called for my father but my father had died while you told me fortunes in American slang.

This place has broken my American heart.

I don't give up. My whole life is a testament to that. Since I left home I have lived only off the sweat of my own brow. I have not been a parasite feeding off others and have not asked for sympathy when times are hard, and they have been hard. Only we that went through those times can truly understand. We have become men unto ourselves and live for no one else.