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Are you going to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework, then shell be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand, then shell be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then shell be a true love of mine

Are you goin to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

The most tender place in my heart is for strangers
I know it’s unkind but my own blood is much too dangerous
Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time
Hangin’ round the ceiling half the time

Compared to some I’ve been around
But I really tried so hard
That echo chorus lied to me with its
“Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on”

In the end I was the mean girl
Or somebody’s in-between girl
Now it’s the devil I love
And that’s as funny as real love

I leave the party at three a.m.
Alone, thank God
With a valium from the bride
It’s the devil I love
And that’s as funny as real love
And that’s as real as true love

That echo chorus lied to me with its
“Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on”

neko case

when the routine bites hard and ambitions are low and the resentment rides high but emotions won’t grow and we’re changing our ways taking different roads
then love, love will tear us apart again

why is the bedroom so cold turned away on your side? is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry? yet there’s still this appeal that we’ve kept through our lives
love, love will tear us apart again

do you cry out in your sleep all my failings expose? get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold is it something so good just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again

morrissey

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I’m keeping here with me

Anna’s ghost all around
Hear her voice as it’s rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don’t know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don’t even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I’ll be laughing out loud
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see
Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all

neutral milk hotel

you’re probably holding hands
with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to
talk about bands, and
all I wanna do is ride bikes with you
and stay up late and watch cartoons

a sad fact widely known
the most impassionate song, to a lonely soul is so easily outgrown
but don’t forget the songs that made you smile
and the songs that made you cry

when you lay in awe on the bedroom floor
And said : oh, oh, smother me mother.

the passing of time and all of its crimes
is making me sad again
the passing of time and all of its sickening crimes
is making me sad again
but don’t forget the songs that made you cry
and the songs that saved your life
yes, you’re older now
and you’re a clever swine
but they were the only ones who ever stood by you

the passing of time leaves empty lives waiting to be filled
the passing of time leaves empty lives waiting to be filled
i’m here with a cause
i’m holding the torch
in the corner of your room – can you hear me?

and when you’re dancing and laughing and finally living
hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly

do you
love me like you used to?

{Bjork}

i’m heavy handed, to say the least.
my mother thinks i’ll be an awful clutcher ‘cus i spill things from stiring them too quickly.
i’m far too loud.
its like, as soon as i’ve got an opinion, it just has to come out.
i laugh at stupid things just cus they tickle me.

and sometimes, sometimes, i wish i was like mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
so she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
people used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn’t make a peep.

she marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour,
because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn’t impress her mother.
she wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers,
but mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours.
mariella.
mariella.
my pretty, baby girl
unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls.
you can have your friends ’round and they can stay for tea.
won’t you just try to fit in please, do this for me.
but mariella just crossed her arms and walked up the stairs
and she went into her bedroom, and she sat on her bed.
and she looked in the mirror and she thought to herself “if i wanna play, i can play with me, if i wanna think, i’ll think in my head.”

at school, mariella didn’t have many friends,
yeah, the girls there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strange.
boys aren’t really into girls at that age.
and the teachers, they thought mariella was just going through a phase.
but mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road
because she knew all the secrets in her world.
yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day
and she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes.
mariella.
mariella.
pretty, pretty girl.
mariella.
mariella.
happy in her own little world
happy in her own little world
and she says “i’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, i’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever, yeah, i’m never ever ever ever ever ever ever gunna unglue my lips from being together.”

(mariella – kate nash)


soon the last flowers on the balcony will die and i will be wandering around the flat on my ugly old socks. but the cold is a great excuse to get myself around some bonne mamam jam and switch on my little lamps earlier. :)

tagged by leticia:

list seven songs you are into right now, no matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. post these instructions in your liveJournal along with your seven songs. then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.

1. upside down – tori amos
2. groove me – king floyd
3. immigrant song – led zeppelin
4. ne me quitte pas – regina spektor
5. into your arms – lemonheads
6. i will follow you into the dark – death cab for cutie
7. the dress looks nice on you – sufjan stevens

not tagging anyone as my whole flist has done it already. ;)