Random songs that’d been taking care of me throughout the last year…
This Dance
This Dance
Is like a weapon
Like a weapon
Of self defense
Self defense
Against the present
Against the present
Present tenseI won’t get heavy
Don’t get heavy
Keep it light and
Keep it moving
I am doing
No harm
As my world
Comes crashing down
I’ll be dancing
Freaking out
Deaf, dumb, and blindIn you I’m lost
In you I’m lostI won’t turn around when the penny drops
I won’t stop now
I won’t slack off
Or all this love
Will be in vainTo stop from falling
Down a mine
It’s no one’s business but mine
Where all this love
Has been in vainIn you I’m lost
In you I’m lost
In you I’m lost
In you I’m lostWriter(s): Colin Greenwood / Jonathan Greenwood / Edward John O’ Brien / Philip Selway / Thomas Yorke
Album: A Moon Shaped Pool
Released: 2016
True, it’s dance, we know the moves
The bar, the dip, the woo
Though the words are true
The state is old newsWrap me in your arms
I can’t feel it but
Wrap me in your arms
I can’t feel it butGet up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the general attention
And stop, see the mix won’t work
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up
Sinner ends a saint with a pair of feet changeI know my rose will dry upon the skin
Just like a name I remember hearing
Wild winter, warm coffee
Mind’s gone, do you love me?
Blazing summer, cold coffee
Baby’s gone, do you love me?Wrap me in your arms
I can’t feel it but
Wrap me in your arms
I can’t feel it butGet up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the general attention
And stop, see the mix won’t work
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up
Sinner ends a saint with a pair of feet changeGet up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the general attention
And stop, see the mix won’t work
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up
Sinner ends a saint with a pair of feet changeMy baby does the hanky-panky
My baby does
My baby does the hanky-panky
My baby doesMy baby does the hanky-panky
My baby does
(Rock me)
My baby does the hanky-panky
My baby doesGet up, get down
Get up, get down
Feel the general attention
And stop, see the mix won’t work
Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up
Sinner ends a saint with a pair of feet changeWriter(s): Jeff Barry / Ellie Greenwich / Amelia Meath / Nicholas Christen Sanborn
Album: Coffee
Released: 2014
Limit every second left
Until I’m off balanceOh love
I’m there in spiritEach and every breath I spend
You are collectingOh love
See it through
I will die 4 youEach and every breath I spend
You are collecting
Limit every second left
Until I’m off balance
Each and every breath I spendOh, my love
Oh, my love
Take your time
Oh, my love
Take your time
Oh, my love
Oh, my loveOh, my love
Oh, my love
Take your time
Oh, my love
Take your time
See it throughWriter(s): Blake Mills / Michael Hadreas
Album: No Shape
Released: 2017
Upside down and inside out and on all eights
You’re like a funnel-web
Like a black fly on the ceiling
Skinny, white haunches high in the sky
And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything
Wet, black fur against the sun going down
Over the shops and the cars and the crowds in the townAnd this is the moment, this is exactly where she is born to be
Now this is what she does and this is what she is
And this is the moment, this is exactly where she is born to be
This is what she does and this is what she is
Her eyes that look at me through a rainy hair
Two round holes where the air buckles and rushes in
Her body, moon blue, was a jellyfish
And I’m breathing deep and I’m there and I’m also not there
And spurting ink over the sheets but she remains, completely unexplained
Or maybe I’m just too tongue-tied to drink it up and swallow back the pain
I thought slavery had been abolished
How come it’s gone and reared its ugly head again?And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
And this is what she does and this is what she is
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
This is what she is and this is what she doesAnd this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
And this is what she does and this is what she is
And this is the moment, this is exactly what she is born to be
Then this is what she does and this is what she isAnd now she’s jumping up with her leaping brain
Stepping over heaps of sleeping children
Disappearing and further up and spinning out again
Up and further up she goes, up and out of the bed
Up and out of the bed and down the hall where she stops for moment and turns and says
“Are you still here?”
And then reaches high and dangles herself like a child’s dream from the rings of SaturnWriter(s): Nicholas Cave
Album: Skeleton Tree
Released: 2016
I woke up bleeding in the crock of a tree
TV blaring on the wall above the coffee machine
Car wash waiting room outside Pasadena
I’m sitting waiting for my deus ex machina
And I’m forever changed by this chemical burnSkin on my fingers peeling, making way for my new form
I grip the steering wheel and picture my angel
Climbing out the hospital window
Leaving tubes in a tangle
Blood on my angel’s lips blends in with his make up
He’s off the premises before his brain’s had time to wake up
Peeling off bandages to unfold his wings
The doctors said they’d have to stay on for another three weeks
Fuck it baby, let ’em bruise, let ’em break
But bleed, let ’em bleedI’m doing ninety, got to get there and hold him
If we can make it across the state line then baby, we’re goldenLet the law pronounce its petty assertions
They’ve been outsmarted by a couple of urchins
And they hurt you bad, man
They hurt me too
But I’m not about to sit here and watch as they
Suck the blood from my wound
Ohh manWrap half the money in your hospital garment
We’ll stash the rest inside the red Camaro’s secret compartment
Even the deepest wounds will heal over time
I’ll run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine
They’ll never find us if we turn off our phones
We’re off the grid, we’re off our meds
We’re finally out on our own
Now I see colour coming back in your cheeksAngel, don’t fight it
To them you know we’ll always be freaks
We’ll alwaysPark for the night north west of Baton Rouge
Across the parking lot you’re stretching the one wing you can move
I let you walk as long as fear will allow
I never loved you more than I love you now
And then we’re back on the road before the sun’s even up
We’re making time, we’re making progress
But progress towards what?
Your fallen feathers fill up two shopping bags
The future’s breathing down the neck of the past
And the sun throws a shit-eating shine on the moon
And I’m not about to wait for them to comeSuck the blood from my wound
A plague on both your housesWriter(s): Ezra Furman
Album: Suck The Blood From My Wound
Released: 2018
About as subtle as an earthquake, I know,
My mistakes were made for you.
And in the backroom of the bad dream, she came,
And whisked me away, enthused.And it’s as solid as a rock rolling down a hill,
The fact is that it probably will hit something,
On the hazardous terrain.And we’re just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we’re smashed to smithereens
Like they were, then we scramble from the blame
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn’t help, but spit them out.
Innocence and arrogance entwined,
In the filthiest of minds.She was bitten on her birthday,
And now a face in the crowd, she’s not.
And I suspected now forever the shape
She came to escape, is forgot.And it’s a lot to ask her not to sting.
And give her less than everything;
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.And we’re just following the flock,
Around and in-between,
Before we’re smashed to smithereens
Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame.
And it’s the fame that put words in her mouth,
She couldn’t help but spit them out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind.And it’s a lot to ask her not to sting,
And give her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance entwined.Writer(s): Alex Turner / Miles Kane
Album: The Age of the Understatement
Released: 2008
Blue, strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the move
Blue, strange colour blue
Coming back to you
Pushing through the pouring rain
Nearly there, nearly there
Oh blueBlue, strange colour blue
Sixteen tons on the move
Hey, little mister driver man
Keep your head up
We are nearly thereI am racing
Outside and below myself
Nearly forgot myself there
Nearly there, yeahOh, everybody’s sleeping now
In industrial silence
And the rain, it will keep hammering down overheadNow there’s a blue, blue, a strange colour blue
Let me dream of me and you
Oh, while the rain keeps coming down hardOh, running down the window
Like a vein on my arm
Oh, running down the window
Like a vein on my arm, yeahThis is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly thereThis is how we do it
This is how we do it
This is how we do it
Nearly thereOh, blue, strange colour, a colour blue
Yeah a colour blue
Oh, blue, blue, blue, yeah
Strange colour, a colour blue
Yeah, a colour blueOh, blue, blue, blue, yeah
Strange colour, a colour blue
Oh, a colour blueHey, little mister driver man
Keep your head up
We are nearly there
Nearly thereWriter(s): Madrugada / Sivert Høyem
Album: Industrial Silence
Released: 1999
Go to bed now I can tell
Pain is on the way out now
Look away and domino falls awayI know it’s hard looking in
Knowing that tomorrow you’ll be back again
Pin your head and let me in
I’m waiting
So longI was staring into the light
When I saw you in the distance, I knew that you’d be mine
Am I moving back in time
Just standing stillI met a man with a broken back
He had a fear in his eyes that I could understand
I can even shake the hand
When I break it inI’ve been pulling on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turning up the dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change
But I wanna find what can’t be foundI’m aware you’re tired and lost
Like a demon in the doorway, waiting to be born
But I’m here all alone, just beggingPull me close and let me hold you in
Give me the deeper understanding of who I am
Yeah, I’m moving back again
I’m waiting hereI’m just pulling on a wire, but it just won’t break
I’ve been turning up the dial, but I hear no sound
I resist what I cannot change, own it in your own way
Yeah, I wanna find what can’t be foundWriter(s): Adam Granofsky
Album: A Deeper Understanding
Released: 2017
Driving to a baseball game on a Friday afternoon
Hotter than hell in Atlanta, Georgia.
I guess it’s been fifteen years since I came through here
Probably should have called to warn you.But I’m stopping by. I’m stopping by, Daddy.
How did your life turn out? Do you ever think about
a teenage girl in Chattanooga?
You ever tell your folks the truth?
That might’ve been the last of you.
Would’ve been a shame. We hardly knew ya.Now I’m stopping by. I’m stopping by, Daddy.
I think the best of me’s still standing in the doorway
Counting cars and counting days and counting years
I could say you made me go through life the hard way
But it might’ve been worse if you were here.Looking through a picture book. There’s one I think my momma took.
You couldn’t have been much over twenty.
Shirtless in your cutoff jeans, you hand a lollipop to me.
I probably asked where you got the money.A picture on another page. I recognize my eyes have aged.
I’d been alone for quite a while then.
Trying to get a match to burn. Waiting on a latch to turn.
I still have difficulty smiling.But I’m stopping by. I’m stopping by, Daddy.
I think the best of me’s still standing in the doorway.
Whatever’s left is headed south on 85.
Passing families on vacation headed your way.
They look so happy and alive, and I’m stopping by, Daddy.Writer(s): Jason Isbell
Album: Here We Rest
Released: 2011
Boys in blazers
Union labor
The last on the life boat to get on
Leering drivers
Weary lifers
And I wanna know is when we go on‘Cause we’re traveling on
Sold for a song
We’re traveling on
And it won’t be long
‘Til we’re traveling onStreet-side smokers
Holy rollers
Find me a toilet to die on
L.A., London
Barely funded
Give me a wheel and I’ll ride on, ride on, ride on‘Cause we’re traveling on
Sold for a song
We’re traveling on
And it won’t be long
‘Til we’re traveling on
We’re traveling onFawning fanfare
Nearly nowhere
Meet the new dauphin in Duluth
No one knows you
Nations loathe you
Please let me know when I can recuse myself if I chooseBut we’re traveling on
Sold for a song
We’re traveling on
And it won’t be long
We’re traveling on
Sold for a song
We’re traveling on
And it won’t be long
‘Til we’re traveling onWe’re traveling on
We’re traveling on, onWriter(s): Colin Meloy
Album: Traveling On
Released: 2018
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