A mix of slow-ish songs for late summer evenings.
The lords and ladies pass a ruling
That sons and girls go hand in land
From good stock and the best breeding
Paid for by the servile class
Who have been told all lie in state
To bow down forth and face their fate
Its so easy.
So, so easyAll righteousness did build thy arrow
To shoot it straight into their lies
Who would expect the mighty sparrow
Could rid our world of all their kind?Rising up and taking back
The property of every man
Oh its easy.
So, so easyRising up to break this thing
From family trees the dukes do swing
Just one blow to scratch the itch
The laws made for and by the rich
It would be easy.
So, so easy.Â
Writer(s): Paul John Weller
Album: Café Bleu
Released: 1984
If funny looks don’t get you down
You could get on in this town
The drivers crawl along the curb
The thought of walking’s quite absurd
The dumbest thing I’ve ever heardChecking in and checking out
Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout?The living church must move along
The Carmelites could use a song
A blessing father if you please
Help the hopeless in their need
They don’t need this kind of sleazeChecking in and checking out
Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout?Here’s a man who’s run the marathon
Sad and lonely, now it’s been and gone
Let me check upon my family
I wonder, do they still remember me
I’m on the run, on the fun runGifted artists need respect
True collectors must collect
There behind those rusty gates
Dodgy sculptured license plates
The gifted sit around and waitChecking in and checking out
Why be shy when you can kick the can and shout?Â
Writer(s): Sean O’Hagan
Album: Gideon Gaye
Released: 1994
I’m waiting on the empty docks
Watching the ships come in
I’m waiting for the agony to stop
Oh, let the happiness inI’m watching as the gulls all settle down
Upon the empty vessels
The faded whites of their wedding gowns
The songs of hopeless selflessnessThe cold December sun
A cold that blisters
The hands of a
Working man wastedI’m waiting on the empty docks
Watching the ships roll in
I’m longing for the agony to stop
Oh, let the happiness in
Oh, let the happiness inOh, let the happiness in
Listen to the waves against the rocks
I don’t know where they’ve been
I’m waiting for the sky to open up
And let the happiness inOh, let the happiness in
Oh, let the happiness in
‘Cause it’s coming
Coming on
Oh, let the happiness in
Oh, let the happiness in
‘Cause it’s coming
Coming on, coming on
Oh, let the happiness in
‘Cause it’s coming
Coming on
Oh, let the happiness in
Oh, let the happiness inÂ
Writer(s): David Sylvian
Album: Secrets of the Beehive
Released: 1987
Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindLike a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
All the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a streamLike a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Rolling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindKeys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along the shore
Leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of this song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You Were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the colour of his hair?Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mindÂ
Writer(s): Marilyn Bergman / Michel Legrand / Alan Bergman
Album: Dusty in Memphis
Released: 1969
Been watching so much TV
I’m thinner than I should be
I’m like a waterlogged ball
That no-one wants to kick around anymore
An all day morning hair-do
That no comb can get through
It’s all granola and beer
A calling card and a silk cut souvenir
I miss you like sleep
And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning’s when it starts
I don’t look so sharp
Now I got a heavy heartI talk a lot about football
And girls I kissed in grade four
I piss off my friends
I’m digging a hole just staring at the floor
Now every t-shirt’s got a wine stain
I’m loving cigarettes again
I know every tune about guys and girls
And hurts and hearts and moansI miss you like sleep
And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning’s when it starts
I don’t look so good
Now I’ve got a heavy heartIt’s just a low rent paying, palpitating pulp inside my shirt
But there’s a weight that’s sitting
So hard oh God it hurts
Oh God it hurtsBeen watching so much TV
I’m thinner than I should be
I’m like a waterlogged ball
That no-one wants to kick around anymoreI miss you like sleep
And there’s nothing romantic about the hours I keep
The morning when it starts
Oh my heavy heartÂ
Writer(s): Tim Adrian*term / W / Ret* Rogers
Album: You Am I’s #4 Record
Released: 1998
I was sitting at a bar in New England
I was thinking about another beer
It had a lady playing on the piano
It was like it never got to my earsI said, “Hey, I like it how you play the piano”
She just said, “Honey, what are you doing here?”
I said, “Well, I’m sitting in a bar in New England
I was thinking about another beer”She said, “Don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?”It was the very first time you laid eyes on me
Your momma burst into tears
We were shaking in the medical basement
I guess everything was on [arrears?]I was staring like a fool at the camera
Just saying, “Honey, what are you doing here?”
It was the very first time I laid eyes on you
Your momma burst into tearsI said, “Don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?”“And don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?”I was sitting at a bar in New England
I was thinking about another beer
It had a lady playing on the piano
Yeah, it was like it never got to my earsI said, “Hey, I like it how you play the piano”
She just said, “Honey, what are you doing here?”
I said, “Well, I’m sitting in a bar in New England
I was thinking about another beer”She said, “Don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?”“Don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?
Honey, don’t I know you?”Â
Writer(s): Matthew Houck
Album: C’est La Vie
Released: 2018
Lopin’ along thru the Cosmos,
And sideways I slide thro the square,
I’m hopin’ so hard for a kiss from God,
I missed the sweet love of the air
A silver chariot soars
Thru mercury ripples of sky,
I’m lookin’ so hard for a place to land,
I almost forgot how to fly
So keep on movin’,
Or stay by my side, either way,
I’ll tell you a secret
I’ve never revealed
However we are is O.K.Â
Writer(s): Judee Sill
Album: Judee Sill
Released: 1971
The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the music and the madness that is pulling me into thisAnd the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
And haunt this placeThe girls in gowns all nurse the dark
Pulling it near to their swelling breasts
And watch as it seeps to their hearts
And beats within their virgin chestsAnd here I know seduction breeds
From wanton hearts that would seduce
And grows and spreads it’s vine and leaves
Embracing those who might have movedBut now remain to drink the night from vials black and thick
With intoxicating delights would leave you drunk
Inside this dream
And you watch them take the light from youAnd you find yourself on a velvet couch
Tasting the skin of a foreign girl
Her eyes are black and wet like oil
And she ties your hands with a string of pearlsAnd you tremble like a frightened bird
As she closes in and captures you to place you
In a silver cage deep within her poisoned womb
So once you’re safe inside, she might let you outTo fly in circles around the room
But it’s always night and there is no moon
And you wonder if you are still alive
And you’re not sure if you want to beBut you drink her sweat like it was wine
And you lay with her on a bed of blue
And it’s awful sweet
Like the fruit she cuts and feeds to youÂ
Writer(s): Conor Oberst
Album: Letting Off the Happiness
Released: 1998
Hello my friend
It’s morning, time to wake now
Your body and mine entwined will have to break now
I want your flesh, your warmth to stay beside me
Oh, how I wish you could be deep inside meShow me your eyes, your love, most tender feeling
And I’ll give you mine, be truthful and revealing‘Cause it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
It’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beWhen we’re alone I cannot always face you
Maybe my mood won’t let these arms embrace you
That doesn’t mean my love’s somehow diminished
Give me the time to show our love’s unfinished‘Cause it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
And it’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beI need your body, your mind and your emotions
Shed me your tears till I drown in your oceans‘Cause it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
It’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beAnd every word I sing is true
What can I say the words destroy all meaning
There’s only cliche to get across this feelingThat it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
And it’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beAnd every word I sing’s for you
‘Cause it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
And it’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beThis is a love song to John and Leisha’s mother
This isn’t easy
I might not write anotherBut it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
And it’s more than what it might be
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s love not given lightly‘Cause it’s you that I love
And it’s true that I love
And it’s love not given lightly
But I knew this was love
And it’s you that I love
And it’s more than what it might beÂ
Writer(s): Christopher Alexander Knox
Album: Seizure
Released: 1989
Kinky love
Kinky I’m mad about you
Kinky love
I need you so bad
I need you kinky love
Kinky you’re all that I’ve been thinking of
Kinky take me inside and let the honey slide
I need you kinky loveGood to me
Kinky do all the things you should to me
Wake up I’m nervous
Sleep inside of me
Open your gates and let the river free
Oh kinky take me inside and let the honey slide
I need you kinky loveLate at night
In my bed as I lie here
Somewhere in limbo land
Half awake half asleep
Halfway somewhere else
I know I should be sleeping
But how can I close my eyes
When you know I understand you’re mad(? )
And you’ve got to have your kinky loveI know I should be sleeping
But how can I close my eyes
When you know I understand you’re mad(? )
And you’ve got to have your kinky love
Kinky I’m mad about you
Kinky love I need you so bad
I need you kinky love
Kinky you’re all that I’ve been thinking of
Kinky take me inside
And let the honey slide
I need you kinky love
Oh kinky take me inside
And let the honey slide
I need you kinky loveÂ
Writer(s): Dave Ellingson
Album: Flesh Balloon
Released: 1991
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