Posts tagged music
I Walk The Line - Johnny Cash
Waiting - The Devlins
“Waiting at the station, waiting for the right moves
Waiting in the basement, waiting for the right cues
Waiting in a daydream, waiting in the slipstream
Waiting
Waiting in the right bars, waiting in the right shoes
Waiting in a fast car, waiting in the airports
Waiting for my air-miles, waiting in slow motion
Coming through the turnstile
And if you ever change you mind
You know I’m not hard to find
And if you ever need someone
I’ll still be waiting
Just waiting, for a friend
Waiting”
(Source: imoneclassyfuck)
“Music is My Religion” - Jimi Hendrix
By Michael Holmes at Daily $11 Typography Shirts at Quoted Tee.
Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds
Will you recognize me, call my name, or walk on by?”
Only Happy When It Rains - Garbage
(Source: leslieseuffert / coordinateheart)
Blinded By The Light - Bruce Springsteen
{Bruce is the man in my town, not to mention also my neighbor}
Lua - Bright Eyes
“I know that it is freezing but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening; by the morning they’ll be gone.
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.”
How To Save A Life - The Fray
“Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life.”
The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
“Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence…”
(Source: leslieseuffert / zafer-sen)
Happy Birthday - Sufjan Stevens
5 Hours!
Don’t Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
Downbound Train - Bruce Springsteen
“I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going mister in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don’t you feel like you’re a rider on a downbound train
She just said “Joe I gotta go
We had it once we ain’t got it any more”
She packed her bags left me behind
She bought a ticket on the Central Line
Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
I feel her kiss in the misty rain
And I feel like I’m a rider on a downbound train
Last night I heard your voice
You were crying, crying, you were so alone
You said your love had never died
You were waiting for me at home
Put on my jacket, I ran through the woods
I ran till I thought my chest would explode
There in the clearing, beyond the highway
In the moonlight, our wedding house shone
I rushed through the yard, I burst through the front door
My head pounding hard, up the stairs I climbed
The room was dark, our bed was empty
Then I heard that long whistle whine
And I dropped to my knees, hung my head and cried
Now I swing a sledge hammer on a railroad gang
Knocking down them cross ties, working in the rain
Now don’t it feel like you’re a rider on a downbound train?”
(Source: leslieseuffert / scottrek6)
Skeletons (Acoustic) -Yeah Yeah Yeahs
“Fall asleep
Spin the sky
Skeleton me
Wait, don’t cry
Love, don’t cry
Love, don’t cry
Skeleton me
Skeleton me”
Time - Pink Floyd
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I’d something more to say.”
(Source: leslieseuffert / bsic)
