You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[Clear Skies]

Runrig - Big Songs of Hope and Cheer

The satellites are raining down
On the international room
There's nothing secret, nothing sacred anymore
All the soldiers of the world are turning history around
They're with me now, they're breaking down the door

One mother's daughter has seen her brothers
Taken to the shadowlands
Now she's waiting for six soldiers to return
And another mother's daughter's down on channel 21
Where she's opened up her life to let it burn

And the companies say, give us more of these
Big songs of hope and cheer
Hits and hooks and riffs that shine as new
As the refugees come in, live and dying, miles across the snow
And there's nothing that this stunning world can do...

The satellites are raining down
On a Sunday afternoon
She's opened for the world to take it all
Where we face our sweetest demons in the hands of flesh and love
She's aching at the stations of the fall

Pictures in a room
I can't take it anymore
Have I awakened to a strange land?
Pictures in a room
Somebody help me please
'Cause I can't sing the pains of hope in a torn world

[molly bloom]

An old, old favourite with a simple affecting video-

Massive Attack: Unfinished Sympathy

sung by Shara Nelson


I know that I've been mad in love before
And how it could be with you
Really hurt me baby, really hurt me baby
How can you have a day without a night
You're the book that I have opened
And now I've got to know much more

The curiousness of your potential kiss
Has got my mind and body aching
Really hurt me baby, really hurt me baby
How can you have a day without a night
You're the book that I have opened
And now I've got to know much more

Like a soul without a mind
In a body without a heart
I'm missing every part

(x5)

[Clear Skies]

Two For Tuesday (although I'm a few minutes late) - Joni Mitchell

The Last Time I Saw Richard

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe
"You laugh," he said, "you think you're immune
Go look at your eyes, they're full of moons
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies
Pretty lies
When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies?
Only pretty lies..."

He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirr
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close"
"Richard, you haven't really changed" I said
"It's just that now you're romanticising some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet
Love so sweet..."

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright

I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table
I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away
Only a phase
These dark cafe days


Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The centre cannot hold
And a blood-dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world

Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes

Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nigcfmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee

Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born

[molly bloom]

Betty Everett

Song: Getting Mighty Crowded


I'm packing up my memories
And I'm gonna move all out of your heart
I'm turning in my keys
And I'm gonna move all out of your heart
'Cause there ain't room enough for two
In dreams that were made for me and you
I'm telling you, it's getting mighty crowded
Too crowded for me
It's getting mighty crowded

I'm gonna take these things of mine
And I'm gonna move all out of your life
Stop wasting my time
And I'm gonna move all out of your life

'Cause there ain't room enough for three
In dreams that were made for you and me
So you see, it's getting mighty crowded
Too crowded for me
It's getting mighty crowded

I'm saving you the trouble of putting me down
Starting on the double, yeah yeah
I'm gonna shop around

I'm gonna find another heart
Where I can live all by myself
Gonna find another heart
I don't have to share with anybody else
'Cause you don't treat me like you should
And hanging around this neighborhood is no good

It's getting mighty crowded
Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded
I'm packing up my memories, getting mighty crowded
Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded
Too crowded for me, getting mighty crowded

[Clear Skies]

Nightwish - Over The Hills And Far Away

They came for him one winter's night
Arrested, he was bound
They said there'd been a robbery
His pistol had been found

They marched him to the station house
He waited for the dawn
And as they led him to the dock
He knew that he'd been wronged
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say
He knew without an alibi,
Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom

Over the hills and far away
For ten long years he'll count the days
Over the mountains and the seas
A prisoner's life for him there'll be

He knew that it would cost him dear,
But yet he dare not say
Just where he'd been that fateful night
A secret it must stay
He had to fight back tears of rage
His heart beat like a drum
For with the wife of his best friend
He spent his final night of freedom

Over the hills and far away
He swears he will return one day
Far from the mountains and the seas
Back in her arms he swear he'll be
Over the hills and far away

(Over the hills and
Over the hills and
Over the hills and far away)

Each night within his prison cell
He looks out through the bars
He reads the letters that she wrote
One day he'll know the taste of freedom

Over the hills and far away
She prays he will return one day
As sure as the rivers reach the seas
Back in his arms he swears she'll be

Over the hills and far away,
He swears he will return one day.
Over the mountains and the seas
Back in her arms is where he'll be

[self biased]

Knife Prty, deftones.

My knife it's sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
I'm the new king
I taste the queen
In here we are all anemic
In here anemic and sweet
So go get your knife
And come in
So go get your knife
And lay down
So go get your knife now kiss me
I can float here forever
In this room we can't touch
The floor in here
We're all anemic
In here anemic and sweet so

[Q Classic]

Cells, by The Servant (instrumental feat. in the Sin City trailer)

It'll all click when the mortgage clears
All our fears will disappear
Now you go to bed
I'm staying here
I've got another level that I want to clear
My skin feels like orange peel
My eyes have been vacuum-sealed
My organs move like a squirm of eels
We should be more adventurous with our meals
They annoy me those who employ me
They could destroy me
They should enjoy me
We eat Chinese off our knees
And look for each other in the TV screen

[Chorus]
The sun goes up and the sun goes down
I drag myself into the town
All I do I want to do with you
Everyday I'm at my desk
At my desk I'm like the rest
All I do I want to do with you

On the city's skin they move en masse
Like a rash on the back of a manky cat
Now in I go like a fool
I can't resist dipping in the pool
I watch them watch me I watch 'em too
Across the street, across the room
I dress myself like a charcoal sketch
My eyes are brown and my hair's a mess
They annoy me those who employ me
They could destroy me
They should enjoy me
We eat Chinese off our knees
And look for each other in the TV screen

[ Chorus ] x2

The cells I am at the moment will soon die
But I will be here
Oh I'll still be here
The cells I am at the moment will soon die
But I will be here
Oh I'll still be here

[ Chorus ]

Everyday, everyday, everyday…

[Clear Skies]

Pandora's Box - Original Sin

I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones
Till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking
Then I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin

You can dance forever
You got a fire in your feet
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it'll never be enough
You can fly and never land
And never need to sleep
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it'll never be enough

It's not enough to make the nightmares go away
It's not enough to make the tears run dry
It's not enough to live a little better every day
Everything that they taught us
Was nothing but lies
Everything that they bought us
Was nothing but bribes
But it'll all be over now

All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never got an equal share
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight

All I needed was a spot in the light
It never had to get so dark
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight
The natives are so restless tonight

I've been looking for the ultimate crime
Infinite victims, infinitesimal time
And I'm so very guilty for no reason or rhyme
So now I'm just looking
And killing some time
Endlessly searching for the ultimate crime

You can lose yourself in pleasure
Till your body's going numb
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it'll never be enough
You can always take whatever
You conceivably could want
But will it ever be enough?
You know that it'll never be enough

It's not enough to make the nightmares go away
It's not enough to make the tears run dry
It's not enough to live a little better every day
Everything that they taught us
Was nothing but lies
Everything that they bought us
Was nothing but bribes
But the lies are over now

All I wanted was a piece of the night
I never got an equal share
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight

All I wanted was a spot in the light
It never had to get so dark
When the stars are out of sight
And the moon is down
The natives are so restless tonight

I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones
Till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking
Then I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin

I'm applying for a license to thrill
Going out on the edge
Moving in for the kill
They'll be hell to pay someday
So put it all on the bill
Cause we'll always be paying
And paying until
We're beyond expiration
With a license to thrill...

[asleepathewheel]

The Arcade Fire: Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)

And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head,
as the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn.

Then we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names that,
the names we used to know.
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,
and our parent's bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well what ever happened to them?!

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say.

Purify the colors, purify my mind.
Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
over this heart of mine!

[asleepathewheel]

Hot Hot Heat: Goodnight, Goodnight

It's not enough to hear me say you've won,
you only wanted me for havin' fun.
but now I think you've gone and had your way,
and left me with a pile of bills to pay.
I can't even rewind the tape machine,
to listen to your drunken reasoning.

So here it is, your final lullaby:

So goodnight, goodnight.
You're embarassing me,
you're embarassing you.
So goodnight, goodnight.
Walk away from the door,
walk away from my life.
So goodnight.

I've given up on social nights at ease,
I threw 'em out when I threw out your keys.
Along with all your records I can't stand;
you never even listened to any one of them.
You're never gonna drag me out again,
with all the people that were never ever even your friends.

So here it is, your final lullaby:

So goodnight, goodnight.
You're embarassing me,
you're embarassing you.
So goodnight, goodnight.
Walk away from the door,
walk away from my life.

A little bit of rain I’d say is fair,
But why does ???
This isn't getting hurt, this is goodbye.

So goodnight, goodnight.
You're embarassing me,
you're embarassing you.
So goodnight, goodnight.
Walk away from the door,
walk away from my life.

So goodnight, goodnight.
You're embarassing me,
you're embarassing you.
So goodnight, goodnight.
Walk away from the door,
walk away from my life.
so goodnight.

[Clear Skies]

The Magnetic Fields - 100,000 Fireflies

I have a mandolin
I play it all night long
It makes me want to kill myself

I also have a dobro
Made in some mountain range
Sounds like a mountain range in love

But when I turn up the tone on my electric guitar
I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me

I went out to the forest and caught
A hundred thousand fireflies
As they ricochet round the room
They remind me of your starry eyes
Someone else's might not have made me so sad
But this is the worst night I ever had,

'Cause I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
I'm afraid of the dark without you close to me

You won't be happy with me,
But give me one more chance
You won't be happy anyway

Why do we still live here
In this repulsive town?
All our friends are in New York

Why do we keep shrieking,
When we mean soft things?
We should be whispering all the time...

[monolith94]

Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I’d need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you’re beautiful, I want you to walk

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years

[asleepathewheel]

Quasar Wut Wut: Enola Gay

She’s got graves for every hunchback in town
Who would offer their humps up to the Holy of Holies.
Now, you may think that you’re safe in the crowd -
How fast can you run from the galloping Furies?

I’ve seen her waltzing through the war-tattered skies,
Possessed by the drums of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
But when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up.

I’m okay, I’ve got my head on the ropes now
I’m just a quarter sort of a dime.
And I’m at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it’s time to slow down.

But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.
Sr. Androgenous is spindling over
Too brief a description of the sexual organs.

In my confusion I have found my way
To the alter where they play tempestuous games:
I see my darling with her hair up in tangles
Fixing her men with fatal doses and damsels.

And when I gaze into those black-market eyes
It makes me wanna give it all up
I’m okay, I’ve got my head on the ropes now
I’m just a quarter sort of a dime.

And I’m at my knees to the tortuous tease
Thinking it’s time to slow down.
But the statute she reads states that these tricks up my sleeves
Are gonna chew off my arm somehow.

All I wanted was to hold you,
And I’ve waited so long for the day
When I’ll be called into your pale room
Oh, my darling Enola Gay.

[monolith94]

life on mars? - david bowie

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on Amerikas tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

[molly bloom]

Artist: Gil Scott-Heron

Album: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Song: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised



You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruption.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell,
General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
Hog maws confiscated from the Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and
will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.

The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
Thinner, because The Revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
Pushing that cart down the block on the dead run,
Or trying to slide that colour television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not predict the winner at 8:32 or the count from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of young being
Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of
Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a red, black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and
Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant,
and Women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock News
and no pictures of hairy armed Women Liberationists and
Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.

The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key,
nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash,
Englebert Humperdinck, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a germ on your Bedroom,
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath.
The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised,

WILL not be televised,WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.