Day 12 - A Song From A Band I Hate

I don't really hate music!!!!!!  There is beauty in every note ever played!!!!!  Oh well... I still need to post something... (I still refuse to post mainstream)  *draws a name from the not-so-good-bands bag*  Dixie Chicks. I don't hate you, but I don't like you.  Sorry.

I change my mind, I hate this song.  Here are the lyrics!

Wide Open Spaces
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone

Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed

[Chorus:]
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes

She traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test

[Repeat Chorus]
She knows the high stakes

As her folks drive away, her dad yells, "Check the oil!"
Mom stares out the window and says, "I'm leaving my girl"
She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago"
When she stood there and let her own folks know

[Repeat Chorus]
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes 


See you all (maybe) tomorrow!


*btw: I'm not doing a 4000 post, but thank you all for reading my blog!

Day 11 - A Song From My Favourite Band

I don't have a favourite band because I only listen to music that I love (which is all music but mainstream).  I'll just post a Queen song.

Death On Two Legs
You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You’ve taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You’re just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You’re just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You’re just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You’re the king of the ’sleaze’
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (shark)
Death on two legs
You’re tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You’ve never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You’re a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good


I hope you like this song!  See you all tomorrow!

Day 10 - A Song I Fall Asleep To

I can't sleep when I listen to music... I struggle mind and body to stay awake so I can hear the whole song...  If I were to listen to music to help me sleep, it would probably be either Kate Bush's album "The Whole Story" or Stevie Nicks' album "Bella Donna".  They both have such soothing voices... here are a few songs by both of these amazing artists! (left column is Kate Bush, the right one is Stevie Nicks)

      

      

      

Kate Bush

Wuthering Heights

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
You had a temper, like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me?
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you too

Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come home
I'm so cold, let me in-a-your window

Oh it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine alot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I'm coming back love, cruel Heathcliff
My one dream, my only master

Too long I roam in the night
I'm coming back to his side to put it right
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering Heights

(Chorus)
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul away
You know it's me, Cathy
(Chorus)

Army Dreamers

"B.F.P.O.*"
Army dreamers.
"Mammy's hero."
"B.F.P.O."
"Mammy's hero."

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn't win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh...

("B.F.P.O.")
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army Dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Mammy's darling.
("Mammy's hero.")

[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.] 

Breathing

Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin.
I've been out before
But this time it's much safer in.

Last night in the sky,
Such a bright light.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep

Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out, in...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.

We've lost our chance.
We're the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast.
Chips of Plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung.

I love my
Beloved, ooh,
All and everywhere,
Only the fools blew it.
You and me
Knew life itself is

Breathing,
("Out, in, out, in, out...")
Breathing it in,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing it in,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing it in,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out...
("Out!")

"In point of fact it is possible to tell the
("Out!")
difference between a small nuclear explosion and
a large one by a very simple method. The calling
card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
of this flash that we are able to determine the size
("What are we going to do without?")
of the weapon. After the flash a fireball can be
seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
and living things around the area of the explosion,
and as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
as the familiar "mushroom cloud". As a demonstration
of the flash duration test let's try and count the
number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
"high-yield" bombs

"What are we going to do without?"
Ooh please!
"What are we going to do without?"
Let me breathe!
"What are we going to do without?"
Ooh, Quick!
"We are all going to die without!"
Breathe in deep!
"What are we going to die without?"
Leave me something to breathe!
"We are all going to die without!"
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
"What are we going to do without?"
Oh, God, please leave us something to breathe!"
"We are all going to die without
Oh, life is--Breathing.

Stevie Nicks

Leather and Lace (and Don Henley)

Is a love so fragile?
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...impossible to follow
You're sayin' I'm fragile...
I try not to be, I search only...
for somethin' I can't see

I have my own life...
and I am stronger than you know
But I carry this feelin'...when you walked into my house
That you won't be walkin' out the door

Still I carry this feelin'...when you walked into my house
That you won't be walkin' out the door

CHORUS:
Lovers forever....face to face
My city or mountains...stay with me stay
I need you to love me...I need you today
Give to me your leather....take from me...my lace

You in the moonlight..with your sleepy eyes
Could you ever love a man like me?
And you were right..when I walked into your house
I knew I'd never want to leave
Sometimes I'm a strong man, sometimes cold and scared
and sometimes I cry......
But that time I saw you...I knew with you to light my nights....
somehow I'd get by

CHORUS

Take from me....my lace
Take from me....my lace

Kind Of Woman
Temptation falls in your path
No hesitation why you ask
You have another waiting at home
And yes she matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you

You didn't mean to meet her you cry
Oh but the sun goes down every night
She came to you when you were alone
And yes she matters to you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
She matters to you

I promised myself... a long time ago
It would be difficult to let you go
If not at least within
The touch of my fingers -
It was close to being
In heaven -
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
To being in heaven
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
Is to be... in heaven
Kind of woman that'll haunt you
I know I know


Edge Of Seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh... Ooh... Oooh...
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo baby... Oooh... said oooh

And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend(Everything's alright), baby
Nothin' else mattered

He was no more(He was no more...)
than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted
Something within him
At the moment
That I first laid...
Eyes... on... him...
All alone...On the edge of
Seventeen

Just like the white winged dove.
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo baby... Oooh... said oooh...
Just like the one winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing... said
Ooo baby... ooo... said ooo

I went today, maybe I will go again
Tomorrow
Yeah, Yeah...
Well the music there well it was hauntingly
Familiar
Well I see you doing
What I tried to do for me
With the words from a poet
And a voice from a choir
And a melody
Nothing else mattered

Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing... said
Oooh baby... oooh... said oooh

The clouds
Never expect it
When it rains
But the sea
Changes colours
But the sea
Does not change
So... with the slow... graceful flow
Of age
I went forth... with an age old
Desire... to please
On the edge of
Seventeen

Ooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaahhhhh...

(Guitar Solo)


Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh...
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh


Well then suddenly
There was no one... left standing
In the hall
Yeah yeah
With a flood of tears
That no one really ever heard fall at all
Oh, I went searchin' for an answer
Up the stairs and down the hall
Not to find an answer
Just to hear the call
Of a nightbird
Singing- Come away... (come away, come away)

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Ooo... baby... Oooh... said Oooh
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh... baby.. Oooh... said oooh

Well I hear you(Well I hear you)
In the morning(In the morning)
And I hear you(And I hear you)
At nightfall(At nightfall)
Sometime to be near you
Is to be unable... to hear you
My love
I'm a few years older than you(I'm a few years older than you) My love

Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
Sounds like she's singing
Oooh baby... Oooh... said oooh...


That it for this post, sorry that it's late...

Day 9 - A Song That I can Dance To

... *distant gaze* ... ME?!?!?!?!?!?! DANCE?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Ade: Pssh. No way man. Are you freaking kidding me?! BAHAHA. We're lucky if she even gets up to go to the bathroom. KIDDING. Ha. That was funny though.

Me: EH?!?!?!?!?!?! I don't understand.... T_T

Ade: 'Cause you're stupid. Well. I, on the other hand, can dance to every song from pretty much any musical (Grease... still remember all the choreography...). Also all Queen songs. And some good 80's music. And... what else... Any song that I listen to. SMOKE ON YOUR PIPE AND PUT THAT IN! (West Side Story reference!)

Me: : P like I care.  Unless you plan on being a dancer, dancing'll get you no where.

Ade: Actually, if you're a Theatre Geek like me, it helps to be a dancer. Which will help you be a *Triple Threat. Which will help you get far in show biz. Which will make you awesome and good at what you do and AWESOME.
*Triple Threat - You can act, sing, and dance. Very well.

Me: What kind of employment will that get you and how will that benefit you in the future?  Get your social studies mark up before you start worrying about dancing.

Ade: Up, up, up, it can only go up from here! (À la Shania Twain)

Me:  I have a bad experience from that song... the way it copied on to my computer (when I was into ST) made it that whenever she sang a certain note in that song (a REALLY HIGH note), it made a high pitch squeal instead of her voice... I had to take the song off my play list....

Ade: Like I said, the quality of my work can only go up!

Me:  And what goes up, ALWAYS GOES BACK DOWN!!!!!!  You'll have a mid-life crisis if you don't be careful... ( and continue on the teacher's bad side, ie: squealing in class...)

Ade: Pssh, yeah, the "down" side of things will be my death. Duh. And the squealing thing isn't my fault. Blame -----, -------, --------, ---, -----, you and others.

Me: And Kraft Dinner... *hint hint*

Ade: That person was the last one before you. ( A. K. A ----- )

Me: Back to the main subject, why don't you choose a song for this post, 'cause you're SUCH A GOOD dancer.

Ade: Okay. "Bicycle Race" by Queen. Or "Don't Stop Me Now". And what does dancing have to do with choosing a song?

Me: This post is about songs that you can dance to, duh.

      

See you all tomorrow!

*This post is brought to you by has been stolen by Ade from Electric Sweetness.