this is where we are (ravens & chimes)
Posted: 03/20/2010 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: folk-rock, ravens & chimes Leave a comment »i wouldn’t want to be in the room with the yellow walls.
And if the waters rise up
And drown out the whole city
And all of the houses where we live,
A shimmering light spinning.
Each of the waves bearing a name,
The name of the body
Somewhere below
And to all the saints who drowned in the sea,
I am still here with you.
And if there’s nothing living to be,
I will be here with you.
And when all of this has run its course
I’m gonna see you
Not always walking,
Always walking through the door
Did you build walls up,
Did you build them up all around you
To keep you from,
To keep you from the howling wind?
And to each one seeking the words that they need,
I’ll stand beside you now.
And to each one listening to wind in the trees,
My voice behind you now
And I can see she’s one of us
In how I stand beside you now.
This is where we are,
This is where we are,
Don’t be frightened.
This is where we are,
This is where we are,
Don’t be frightened.
Do you think when he died
He was alone
There in the room with yellow walls?
When I left it was rising
Not the sun this time
The tide if I recall
And we built a fire,
To remind us of the people,
The people that we are
And the flames rose like spires
In the houses there
And we lost our way and said,
“Do you think when I die,
I’ll be alone
Deep in the room with yellow walls?
Will you leave when its rising up all around you,
All around you?
And you build me a fire
To remind you of the person,
The person that he was
The flames rise like spires
In the houses
And each person there says,
“This is where we are.
This is where we are.
Don’t be frightened.”
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the moth (aimee mann)
Posted: 02/15/2010 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: aimee mann, folk-rock Leave a comment »nothing fuels a good flirtation like need and anger and desperation.
The moth don’t care when he sees the flame.
He might get burned, but he’s in the game.
And once he’s in, he can’t go back, he’ll
Beat his wings ’til he burns them black.
No, the moth don’t care when he sees the flame.
No, the moth don’t care when he sees the flame.
The moth don’t care if the flame is real,
‘Cause flame and moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation
Like need and anger and desperation.
No, the moth don’t care if the flame is real.
No, the moth don’t care if the flame is real.
So come on, let’s go, ready or not
‘Cause there’s a flame I know,
Hotter than hot
And with a fuse that’s so thoroughly shot-
Away.
The moth don’t care if the flame burns low,
‘Cause moth believes in an afterglow.
And flames are never doused completely,
All you really need is a love of heat.
No, the moth don’t care if the flame burns low.
No, the moth don’t care if the flame burns low.
So come on, let’s go, ready or not
‘Cause there’s a flame I know,
Hotter than hot.
And with a fuse that’s so thoroughly shot-
Away.
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left and leaving (the weakerthans)
Posted: 02/09/2010 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: folk-rock, rock, the weakerthans Leave a comment »you left me with duct tape and soldered wires… and this strange pain in my chest.
My city’s still breathing, but barely it’s true,
Through buildings gone missing like teeth.
The sidewalks are watching me think about you,
All sparkled with broken glass.
I’m back with scars to show,
Back with the streets I know
They never take me anywhere but here.
Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,
These strangers whose faces I know.
We meet here for our dress-rehearsal to say
“I wanted it this way.”
Wait for the year to drown,
Spring forward, fall back down.
I’m trying not to wonder where you are.
All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving.
Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:
a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest,
the best parts of lonely,
duct-tape and soldered wires,
new words for old desires,
and every birthday card I threw away.
I wait in 4/4 time.
Count yellow highway lines that
you’re relying on to lead you home.
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