Lyrics Post: “Jaded”

Conflict, disagreement, irresponsible governance, selfish, disease, war, rebuked love…all (and more) to be jaded by.

I refuse to accept these as the last word. Circumstance and Evil will not win in the end.

But this song…”Jaded”…from a while back, well,

Green Day ripped through a good one here…

Somebody keep my balance
I think I’m falling off
Into a state of regression
The expiration date
Rapidly coming up
It’s leaving me behind to rank

Always move forward
Going “straight” will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere

I’m taking one step sideways
Leading with my crutch
Got a fucked up equilibrium
Count down from 9 to 5
Hooray! We’re gonna die!
Blessed into our extinction

Always move forward
Going “straight” will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere

Always move forward
Going “straight” will get you nowhere
There is no progress
Evolution killed it all
I found my place in nowhere, in nowhere, in nowhere”

Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Ryan Pritchard, Frank Edwin Wright III

Lyrics Post: “Xanadu”

Plain and simple?

Let’s RUSH. Together.

I wouldn’t want to go alone. But together? YES.

It’s been four years. Let’s go again. To Xanadu.

“Xanadu”

‘To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise…’

I had heard the whispered tales of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost Xanadu

Xanadu…

To stand within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise

A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost
Xanadu

Xanadu…

Held within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honeydew
And drunk the milk of Paradise

Writers: Neil Peart, Alex Lifeson, Geddy Lee

Entering Xanadu, 1982

The song, the music…but then the words…

“To live within the Pleasure Dome, decree by Kubla Khan…as the last immortal man…”

Never to live in this way, isolated, alone, even in paradise,

For I would choose, do choose, to live and struggle and love with others, together,

That is my preference, my mantra, my eternal joy,

With others.

But the song, ah the song…it calls me…

LET’S RUSH.

Lyrics Post: “The Weapon”

Middle of night inspiration, the guitar riff, the lyrics, come to mind when I can’t get immediately back to sleep.

“The Weapon”

“We’ve got nothing to fear…but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?

With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom’s will be done

And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us…

He’s not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He’s a little bit afraid of dying
But he’s a lot more afraid of your lying

And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him…

Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?

Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don’t see what they’re made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they’re afraid of

And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them…”

Writers: Peart, Lifeson, Lee

Lyrics Post: “Numpty” Paulo Nutini

Not a song I woulda thought an immediate candidate for this blog, but then…

This happened… remembering the first single all those years ago… Not so long ago, but a bit back… And then revisiting… And enjoying… And then this…

Hey, la, la

La, la

Yeah

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Hmm, now that I’m young I just do what I do

I don’t second guess too much.

Shed my ties and I’m not that wise

I’m not all grown up as such.

But all the talk about the ring and the baby

Gets me every time

Am I big enough, strong enough, to walk along your line?

Yeah, baby

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

You say, I’m always on the hustle

That I don’t know just how good I get it

And that there’s plenty of men out there with money and muscle

“Look at these hips, baby, don’t you forget them”

Oh, but the curves all go, the money we’ll spend

What we’re left with in the end,

Oh she’s wantin’ half and she’s staking her claim

I’m saying, ‘who’s that bitch with my second name? ‘

Oh, cause building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby, truth be told

I’m only trying to keep my head above the water

Responsibility, eternal monogamy,

Ah I’m not a father, child

Are you a mother, are you?

Oh, my pride and joy

Yeah you, you are my pride and joy!

Yeah, building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Yeah, baby,

Building a house so it can fall at the first brick

If the cement don’t stick

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

But I’ve been told

That it only gets harder from there!

Eeeee uuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Uuuuuuuuuu

Eeeeeeeee

Writer(s): Paolo Giovanni Nutini

Lyrics Post: “Desire”

This one, burns strong, forever low simmer, since I heard it the first time. Speaks to part of my mind-set of late…awhile…searching, waiting, wanting, hmm…

…Stay patient.

Lover, I’m on the street
Gonna go where the bright lights 
And the big city meet
With a red guitar…on fire
Desire

She’s a candle burning in my room
Yeah I’m like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon everybody got one
And the fever when I’m beside her
Desire, desire…

And the fever…getting higher
Desire, desire…burning, burning

She’s the dollars
She’s my protection
Yeah she’s a promise
In the year of election
Oh sister, I can’t let you go
Like a preacher stealing hearts
At a traveling show
For love or money money money
money money money money money
money money money
And the fever, getting higher
Desire, desire, desire, desire
Desire, desire

Writers: Larry, Adam, Edge, Bono

Lyrics Post: “Express Yourself”

She’s one of the queens of her era, and will always hold a special place in my heart, Madonna, telling us all how it is…and we are so lucky for that…

Hoo!

Hoo!

Come on girls

Do you believe in love?

‘Cause I got something to say about it

And it goes something like this

Don’t go for second best, baby

Put your love to the test

You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels

And maybe then you’ll know your love is real

You don’t need diamond rings

Or eighteen karat gold

Fancy cars that go very fast

You know they never last, no no

What you need is a big strong hand

To lift you to your higher ground

Make you feel like a queen on a throne

Make him love you ’til you can’t come down

You’ll never come down

Don’t go for second best, baby

Put your love to the test

You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels

And maybe then you’ll know your love is real

Long-stem roses are the way to your heart

But he needs to start with your head

Satin sheets are very romantic

What happens when you’re not in bed?

You deserve the best in life

So if the time isn’t right, then move on

Second best is never enough

You’ll do much better, baby, on your own

Baby, on your own

Don’t go for second best, baby

Put your love to the test

You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels

And maybe then you’ll know your love is real

Express yourself

You’ve got to make him express himself

Hey, hey, hey, hey

So if you want it right now

Make him show you how

Express what he’s got

Oh baby, ready or not

And when you’re gone he might regret it

Think about the love he once had

Try to carry on, but he just won’t get it

He’ll be back on his knees

To express himself

You’ve got to make him express himself

Hey hey

What you need is a big strong hand

To lift you to your higher ground

Make you feel like a queen on a throne

Make him love you ’til you can’t come down

You’ll never come down

And when you’re gone he might regret it

Think about the love he once had

Try to carry on, but he just won’t get it

He’ll be back on his knees, so please

Don’t go for second best, baby

Put your love to the test

You know, you know, you’ve got to

Make him express how he feels

And maybe then you’ll know your love is real

Express yourself

You’ve got to make him express himself

Hey, hey, hey, hey

So if you want it right now

Make him show you how

Express what he’s got

Oh baby, ready or not

Express yourself

(You’ve got to make him)

So you can respect yourself

Hey, hey

So if you want it right now

Make him show you how

Express what he’s got

Oh baby, ready or not

Express yourself

Writer(s): Ciccone Madonna L, Bray Stephen Pate

Lyrics Post: “Solsbury Hill”

So long ago, still magical.

“Solsbury Hill”

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill

I could see the city light

Wind was blowing, time stood still

Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe

Came in close, I heard a voice

Standing stretching every nerve

Had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information

(I) just had to trust imagination

My heart going boom boom boom

“Son,” he said “Grab your things,

I’ve come to take you home.”

To keep in silence I resigned

My friends would think I was a nut

Turning water into wine

Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day

Tho’ my life was in a rut

“Till I thought of what I’d say

Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery

I walked right out of the machinery

My heart going boom boom boom

“Hey” he said “Grab your things

I’ve come to take you home.”

(Back home.)

When illusion spin her net

I’m never where I want to be

And liberty she pirouette

When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes

Who close their eyes but still can see

No one taught them etiquette

I will show another me

Today I don’t need a replacement

I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant

My heart going boom boom boom

“Hey” I said “You can keep my things,

they’ve come to take me home.”

Lyrics by: Peter Gabriel

Lyrics Post: “Mediate”

Was mesmerizing when it came out so long ago, still stirs the same feelings now…so much to think about…or…just…groove.

“Mediate”

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animal we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

To moderate

Recreate

Or detonate

Annihiliate

Atomic fate

Mediate

Clear the state

Activate

Now radiate

A perfect state

Food on plate

Gravitate

The Earth’s own weight

Designate your love as fate

At ninety-eight we all rotate

Hallucinate

Dessegregate

Mediate

Alleviate

Try not to hate

Love your mate

Don’t suffocate on your own hate

Designate your love as fate

A one world state

As human freight

The number eight

A white black state

A gentle trait

The broken crate

A heavy weight

Or just too late

Like pretty Kate has sex ornate

Now devastate

Appreciate

Depreciate

Fabricate

Emulate

The truth dilate

Special date

The animals we ate

Guilt debate

The edge serrate

A better rate

The youth irate

Deliberate

Fascinate

Deviate

Reinstate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Liberate

Writer(s): Andrew Farriss

And Happy Birthday, Michele M.~

Lyrics Post: “Beautiful Wreck”, Shawn Mullins

This song came to mind yesterday; is a good one for sure. But also, feeling like train hit me, flu-ish, the song popped in my brain. I’m anything but beautiful, but feeling like a wreck.

Not Covid, I don’t think. I’ve been full vaxxed, a couple months ago; all the same, had my weekly Covid test at work yesterday, so we’ll see. I think it’s just a run-of- mill bug.

So anyway, this song came to mind, wanted to share.

It’s a goodie.

ENJOY.

“Beautiful Wreck”

I’ve lost count of the times I given up on you

But you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

There’s a tavern on the corner called the Milky Way

And you look so at home there it makes me afraid

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

Like all the plans that you had from seven years ago

Like all the promises you made I watched them come and go

You put your keys in the car but it wouldn’t drive

With your hands on the wheel, lookin’ barely alive

I’m still sitting here waiting on the passenger side

For you to make up your mind

For you to make up your mind

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck

I’ve lost count of the times I given up on you

But you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

Yeah, you make such a beautiful wreck, you do

You make such a beautiful wreck, you do

And at the dark end of this bar

What a beautiful wreck you are

When you go too far, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

What a beautiful, such a beautiful, beautiful wreck you are

Writer(s): Marshall Altman, Shawn Mullins, Glen Phillips, Peter Droge