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Lyric-o-the-Day: Landlocked Blues

Saturday, September 9th, 2006

Artist: Brighteyes
Track: Landlocked Blues

A coworker introduced me to this song. This guy has an amazingly haunting voice. The song sounds so frail you’re almost afraid that the singer is about to pass out, and yet it packs a strong political message.

If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing somday
so you walk that way I’ll walk this way

and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain
just stay in when it’s lookin’ this way

and the moon’s laying low in the sky
forcing everything metal to shine
and the sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case
they argue “walk this way,” “no walk this way”

and laura’s asleep in my bed
as I’m leaving she wakes up and says
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave
baby don’t go away, come here”

and there’s kids playing guns in the street
and one’s pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up I say:
“Enough is enough,
If you walk away I walk away.”
(and he shot me dead)

I found a liquid cure
for my landlocked blues
it will pass away
like a slow parade
it’s leaving but I don’t know how soon

and the world’s got me dizzy again
you’d think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
and it only feels worse when I stay in one place
so I’m always pacing around or walking away
I keep drinking the ink from my pen
and I’m balancing history books up on my head
but it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
“If you love something give it away”
A good woman will pick you apart
a box full of suggestions for your possible heart
But you may be offended, and you may be afraid
but don’t walk away, don’t walk away

We made love on the living room floor
with the noise in the background from a televised war
And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away,they’ll walk away”
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke we’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch the sad comic display
If you’re still free start runnin’ away
’cause we’re comin’ for ya!

I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
Sayin’ let me walk away, please
You’ll be free child once you have died
from the shackles of language and measurable time
And then we can trade places, play musical graves
till then walk away walk away walk away walk away
So I’m up at dawn, putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I’m leaving but I don’t know where to
I know I’m leaving but I don’t know where to

Lyric-o-the-Day: Country Feedback

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

Title: Country Feedback
Artist: R.E.M.
An old jewel from REM’s Out of Time album.


This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don’t fit us right
I’m to blame
It’s all the same
It’s all the same

You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out

We’ve been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
EST, psychics
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted ad
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
It’s crazy what you could’ve had
I need
I need this

Lyric-o-the-Day: Sad Cafe

Saturday, April 29th, 2006

Title: Sad Cafe

Artist: The Eagles

I’ve always like the introspective mood of Sad Cafe, which is a subtle, haunting description of the little-visited place where good ideas are expressed, reminisced about by those that may have either succeeded or given up on those ideas.


Out in the shiny night, the rain was softly falling

The tracks that ran down the boulevard

Had all been washed away

Out of the silver light, the past came softly calling

And I remember the times we spent

Inside the sad cafe

Oh, it seemed like a holy place,

Protected by amazing grace

And we would sing right out loud,

The things we could not say

We thought we could change this world

With words like “love” and “freedom”

We were part of the lonely crowd

Inside the sad cafe

Oh, expecting to fly,

We would meet on that beautiful shore in the

Sweet by and by

Some of their dreams came true,

Some just passed away

And some of the stayed behind

Inside the sad cafe.

The clouds rolled in and hid that shore

Now that glory train, it don’t stop here no more

Now I look at the years gone by,

And wonder at the powers that be.

I don’t know why fortune smiles on some

And lets the rest go free

Maybe the time has drawn the faces I recall

But things in this life change very slowly,

If they ever change at all

There’s no use in asking why,

It just turned out that way

So meet me at midnight baby

Inside the sad cafe.

Why don’t you meet me at midnight baby,

Inside the sad cafe.


Saturday, April 29th, 2006

Not sure who, if anyone, reads this blog, but I think I might start something new.  I really get into the music that I listen to, particularly lyrically.  So I think I may make a new category for lyrics that strike me as interesting at a particular time, and occasionally post them.