| Cocteau Twins – In the Gold Dust Rush Lyrics | 4 years ago |
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Does it have something to do with Simple Minds' 1982 album "New Gold Dream?" Does it have to do with thinking you one thing finding out you another? Is it about going to church and genuflecting to an alter of fool's gold? Whatever it is it's one of the best songs I've ever heard. |
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| The Gun Club – The Stranger in Our Town Lyrics | 7 years ago |
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This is one of the sickest tunes I've ever heard - that explosive call before each chorus seems to me one of the purest expressions of rock music. Glad I found this music, don't even care I'm 30 years late to the party. RIP J Lee Pierce |
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| Ty Segall – Goodbye Bread Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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This song is about Ty's dog Bread who passed away. When you play with a dog or a cat and get in a routine with them, they start to expect the routine or game, and they have no real concept outside of their experience, so they'll give you this look with their big eyes and head tilted to the side and you have to ask them, with the ball or wand in your hand, "WHO PLAYS THE GAME WE ALL PLAY?" This is a beautiful eulogy to a beloved pet. The most beautiful melody Ty ever came up. Makes the masters of melodies blush. |
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| De La Soul – Fanatic of The B Word Lyrics | 8 years ago |
| Listen to that scratchin' at the end - a lost art. | |
| De La Soul – Fanatic of The B Word Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Too cool...the beat, the vocals, the outro (THIS MAY THE BEST OUTRO IN THE HISTORY OF HIP HOP _ GIVING SHOUT OUTS TO PEOPLE WHO MADE THEIR LIVES A BUMMER) I don't know what they are saying, or what any of the lyrics mean. In the last verse, the dude keeps referring to a window - giving us images through the window, or the window itself - the returns to the window again, literally. Its kind of brilliant writing and delivery. Still don't know what it means. When I figure out what a 'Nubian Sprocket' is I'll be able to identify the meaning beneath the image. Until then I will lean back, bob my head, and listen. This tune makes tears come to my eyes its so beautiful. De La Soul is alive and well in 2016 |
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| De La Soul – Fanatic of The B Word Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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Too cool...the beat, the vocals, the outro (THIS MAY THE BEST OUTRO IN THE HISTORY OF HIP HOP _ GIVING SHOUT OUTS TO PEOPLE WHO MADE THEIR LIVES A BUMMER) I don't know what they are saying, or what any of the lyrics mean. In the last verse, the dude keeps referring to a window - giving us images through the window, or the window itself - the returns to the window again, literally. Its kind of brilliant writing and delivery. Still don't know what it means. When I figure out what a 'Nubian Sprocket' is I'll be able to identify the meaning beneath the image. Until then I will lean back, bob my head, and listen. This tune makes tears come to my eyes its so beautiful. De La Soul is alive and well in 2016 |
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| Steely Dan – Time Out of Mind Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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The best song about heroin...ever. There is a window, a sweet spot, with any subtance or love before one falls. This song is about that sweet spot. Despair happens after trouble. This is the period before the trouble. The period before you have to explain to people the reasoning behind your self-destructive, bizarre or otherwise anti-social behavior. This song is about that period in time when you can get all whacked out and look up at the sky and ask, "Wow, don't that moon look pretty?" Heroin is a nasty drug that kills people. It convinces people that its okay to kill themselves. Part of an opiate high is dying. It reinforces a lie that somewhere, underneath all of it, there's more nobility in overdosing than there is committing suicide another way. All that being said, there is something stunning about a high that takes away all the pain and reminds you of the beauty in the world. This is the song. As much as I hate heroin and what it does to people, I love this song. Michael McDonald's voice makes this song so much better than it already. So cool. Taking a step back from melodrama and looking at things with a canted view. |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elvis Costello – Beyond Belief Lyrics | 8 years ago |
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A brilliant song, perhaps the finest pop tune I've ever heard. I first heard it on vinyl in 2014. Amongst other things, alongside the repeating refrain that closes out the song, there is a devastating bassline that leaves me in awe every time the tune fades out. On the vinyl album, It's as prevalent or important as the vocals or guitar. Sometimes it brings me to tears if I haven't heard it in a while and I'm in a certain mood. I wrote a book about a man's fall from grace. I was listening to this album constantly as I was writing it. Finally, it struck me, the final lines: I got a feeling, I'm gonna get a lot of grief, Once this seemed so appealing And now I am beyond belief Were the crux of my novel. It's the crux of any story about disillusionment or punishment. The alternate phrases to explain the mundane: Boneyard = cemetary A scrapple with a bottle = alcoholism A two way looking glass = a mirror OR the bottom of a shot glass. California's faults/Geneva's vault = I DONT KNOW, but I am willing to learn. I look for stuff like this to teach me how to write and find new ways to explain old, familiar situations. This is pure genius |
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| Elton John – Grey Seal Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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At 33 years old, I finally read the lyrics to this song. When I found out what Elton John was actually saying - like I did when I read the lyrics to both 'Bennie and The Jets' and 'Tiny Dancer' - I started to cry. All my life, I never knew what he was saying. Now it sounds like the singer is riding on a wave of gold, having just discovered the freedom to think for himself and disregard everything that's a lie. Even if he's describing a chemically-inspired bout of fearlessness, it doesn't matter. This song is stunning. Chilling. Inspirational. Pure Pop genius. No wonder later artists like Axl Rose and Kurt Cobain had reverence and respect for Elton John. |
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| R.E.M. – Star Me Kitten Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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"You are wild, And I'm in your possession, Nothing's free, So fuck me kitten." This song is a celebration of the feminine mystique seen through the eyes of a sex-crazed, confused male. A male I can identify with. He sings that they used to be on fire - that moment when people begin dating and pretend there is nothing but sex without attachment. They do everything they can to impress each other, and sometimes, they spend the rest of their lives together. In this case, it didn't work out. Sex without attachment became attachment without sex. She was witholding things from him, he from her. In the end, she needed something from him and he baited her with one last good lay before she got it. She may have even had a new boyfriend. He didnt care. If this isn't the epitome of songwriting, I don't know what is. Were I a musician looking to write lyrics, I'd probably study this tune and learn how to do this before I tried to come up with something original. It's right up there with Morrissey and Elvis Costello in its craft and depth. The backing music is ethereal. This song can be played over and over again and never loses its power. Great tune. |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Wasted Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| This tune's bad | |
| Thee Oh Sees – Withered Hand Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| He's not playing | |
| Thee Oh Sees – Peanut Butter Oven Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| Oh, so THAT'S what San Francisco was like in 2009? | |
| Sly And The Family Stone – Time Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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Time is education Even when they tell you its sophistication Spoken like a true philosopher Sly was a bad man. He wasn't playing. |
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| Thee Oh Sees – Minotaur Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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In 2008, I left my job in Boston and moved to San Francisco to write my novel. Due to finances, I moved back to Boston and returned to my job in 2009. I grew to hate it. I became obsessed with all the things I hated about living in that city and working at that job. My wife and I moved back to Oakland in 2012. I kept the same job and went on sabbatical several months at a time, living in a loft apartment, working on my novel. I didn't get paid a dime for my time in California, but I finished my novel, When I heard this song - around the time of my re-writes in late 2014 - I was listening to a piece of art that captured the essence of my existence. It's not everyday that I'm able to identify so closely with an artist or a piece of art. This song told my story. John Dwyer is a gentleman and a scholar. Thee Oh Sees are a wonderful band of musicians. |
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| Thee Oh Sees – Grease Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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If anyone ever wanted to know what San Francisco was like back in 2008-2009, the kind of people inhabiting the city, the way they moved, acted and interacted with one another, who and what defined the underlying vibrations in that city - they could listen to this song and get their answer. Yes...it was cool. It was really cool. |
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| Thee Oh Sees – Withered Hand Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| I heard this song for the first time at the Austin Psych Fest 2015. John Dwyer was like a wizard, belting out the lyrics with the momentum of a hurricane behind him. It was a transcendent moment. | |
| Thee Oh Sees – No Spell Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Anenome Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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Heard this song live at Austin Psych Fest 2014. It was sick |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Vacuum Boots Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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I don't know why, but I can just listen to this song over and over again. It's stunning. I heard of this band for the first time in 2014 - when they were at the Austin Psych Fest. I saw them and they were cool. I bought 'Take It from the Man' on vinyl from the tent where they all hung out. When I got home to Oakland, CA, and played it on my home stereo, the intro to this song knocked me out. It really sent me somewhere. Immediately, I realized I had discovered a fucking goldmine. I been chasing their music ever since. |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Hide and Seek Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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Listening to this song over and over again, I never even cared what the lyrics were - they're sung so beautiful. This is what the 90's sounded like, yet this song never made to the radio. Guess that's what happens when you don't play ball with the big white boys in black suits. Morrissey ruminates about geniuses in his autobiography - how everyone just waits around for some genius to come along and state the obvious. I've kept secrets to myself about loving someone. Anton states the obvious like a genius. |
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| A Tribe Called Quest – Vibes and Stuff Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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Phife Dawg's best verse. Ever. Q-Tip is a high-end wordsmith who could make Elvis Costello, Mark Twain and James Baldwin nod their heads and say, "Yeah." |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Wisdom Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| Totally lost in love. Pure emotion. Youth. | |
| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Nevertheless Lyrics | 9 years ago |
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"Three words you have spoken..." One of the coolest tunes ever written and recorded. At the end of the documentary 'Dig,' Courtney Taylor hints at the idea of thinking he may have won the competition between he and Anton. The Dandy's made more money, bigger fanbase, whatever. Anton was a total mess, whacked out on drugs and a lost cause. Taylor says something along the lines of "Just when you think he's totally finished, he comes out with something, and you listen to it and you sit back and say, 'Wow.'" What he meant was, 'I lost. Anton won.' Taylor was talking about this song. |
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| Blind Faith – Can't Find My Way Home Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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This is a song about an alcoholic or drug addict in the late stages of addiction, battling with a voice inside that's telling them to "leave your body alone," and stop killing themselves. "Well I'm near the end, and I just ain't got the time" That is the drugs talking, apologizing to the voice of reason and survival, telling that voice that it's too late to change or turn around. "Well I'm wasted and I can't find my way home," is total oblivion and being lost in a state of self-loathing, self-pity, and self-destruction. "Home," is a metaphor for safety and self-care. I can't believe a kid in his early twenties wrote these lyrics. Songwriting doesn't get more powerful. A frightening precursor to the likes of Kurt Cobain, Elliot Smith and Amy W. It's a cry for help. The help comes from within. |
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| The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Straight Up and Down Lyrics | 10 years ago |
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This song contains some of the most ethereal chord changes and vulnerable vocals ever caught on record. Anton Newcombe and his gang listened to Gregg Allman sing "Midnight Rider," and Steve Winwood sing "Can't Find My Way Home," over and over again and in an attempt to replicate the sound, took it to a new level. The whole whole song is rather penetrating, but when the chord changes and he says, "'Cause I've made my disappointment my very best friend," goosebumps rise and I nod my head because I believe him, and I know what he's talking about. For any lyricist to say "I never felt like I feel when I'm frying," is both an understatement and totally redundant. To "fry," is to take acid and lose your mind for a while and hopefully, in the process, gain some insight. I never felt the way I feel when I listen to "Straight Up and Down," by the Brian Jonestown Massacre. I am so thrilled - almost twenty years later - that someone cared so much about sonic bliss to create music that sounds like this. If only I could be so honest in my life and art. |
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