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Screaming Infidelities

The death blow of breakup songs. Its like a lyrical ninja that you never seen sneaking up behind you and then…shablammmo! Pain, tears, hurt, longing all welling up into a perfect apple size knot that has settled in your throat.




Ps, and who on gods green earth doesn’t listen to, and revel in our own misery after a breakup. In my opinion, this happens to be one of the best breakup songs out there to illuminate our own personal depth and despair. So, this ones for anyone out there who’s living through the hell of heartbreak. Crank up your speakers and sing it as loud and as ugly as humanly possible. Don’t worry, I will be doing the same on my end.

Screaming Infidelities

I’m missing your bed, I never sleep,
Avoiding the spots where we’d have to speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
But you’re not alone, and you’re not discreet.
Make sure I know who’s taking you home.

I’m reading your note over again,
There’s not a word that I comprehend,
Except when you signed it “I will love you always and forever.”

As for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out
But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out.

I’m missing your laugh
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending.

I’m cuddling close to blankets and sheets
I am alone In my defeat
I wish I knew you were safely at home.

I’m missing your bed, I never sleep
Avoiding the spots where we’d have speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

Well, as for now I’m gonna hear the saddest songs
And sit alone and wonder
How you’re making out.

But as for me,
I wish that I was anywhere with anyone
Making out.

[X4] Your hair, it’s everywhere. Screaming infidelities And taking its wear.

Nobody said it was easy. But no one ever said it would be this hard.

I’m going back to the start

Refugee

We got concert tickets as soon as we found out Tom Petty was coming to the coliseum. As the date for the concert grew closer so did my contractions. August 15, 2003, the night of the concert, I knew for certain that my size and irregular contractions wouldn’t allow for me to go to a concert I desperately wanted to go to. Danny took my place next to my husband and reported his enjoyment afterward. They had a blast.

My 3rd child was born less than a week later. Kieran Emily Sumpter came into the world on a very stormy August evening. The lightening was so intense that it knocked the power out, on the labor and delivery floor for as far as I could tell, just briefly until the backup generators kicked on. The only thing that was left unrestored in my delivery room was the machine that monitors heart rate and contractions. It wasn’t long before I was in more pain than I’ve ever been in in my life. My epidural drip had run dry. Next to me was a gentleman who was working tirelessly to restore the HR/contraction monitoring machine that would have validated my pain had it been functional. He never did get it back up and running before my daughter made her grand appearance. Much like the anesthesiologist who never made it back around to my room in time to refill my empy epidural drip. My 3rd child, 2nd daughter and 1st natural child birth all occured the same day, August 21st, 2003. Though I had given birth to two children previous to her, I had never experienced such pain in my life. It was foreign to me, and scary. I kept saying… I’ve already had two children and I didn’t feel like this. Somethings wrong. I’m ripping in half. Please help. I was wrong in that nothing was wrong at all, it was what women had felt while giving birth for all of humanity up till recent and the marvels of modern medicine had unveiled this wonderful little thing called anesthesia.

The song Refugee by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers is a song me and my husband held close to our heart. It was a song we cranked up loud and sang the hell out of when it came on the radio. It was a favorite we played on our home stereo via cd. We sang it word for word, loud as possible and probably even more hideous than loud.

Its a song that I haven’t been able to listen to without crying, and I mean the ugly kind of crying to. The kind of crying that you should hide your face from any onlookers due to the painful contortions ugly crying cause your once pretty little face to be mangled into.

The words have recently sounded different to me. The lyrics mean something new. Not good new. Just new. It occurred to me that for the past year, my children and myself have been living very much the life of refugees and would like to be granted a much needed asylum. There’s no place like home, and for us, for now, homeless is where we are, and where we’ll be until we can find our way back. Back home.

Refugee

Writers: TOM PETTY, MIKE CAMPBELL By Tom Petty and Mike Campbell

We got somethin’, we both know it,
We don’t talk too much about it.
Yeah it ain’t no real big secret,
But somehow, we get around it.

It don’t really matter to me baby,
You believe what you want to believe,
You don’t have to live like a refugee.

Somewhere, somehow,
Somebody must have kicked you around some. Who knows why you wanna lay there and revel in your abandon.

It don’t make no difference to me, baby, Everybody’s had to fight to be free,
You see you don’t have to live like a refugee.

Baby, we ain’t the first.
I’m sure a lot of other lovers been burned.
Right now this seems real to you,
But it’s one of those things you gotta feel to be true.

Somewhere, somehow,
Somebody must have kicked you around some. Who knows? Maybe you were kidnapped,
Tied up, taken away, and held for ransom.

It don’t really matter to me, baby,
Everybody’s had to fight to be free,

“Refugee”

Closer

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Lyrics to Closer :

Stranded in this spooky town Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down This floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangled vein Showing no mercy I do it again Open up your eye You keep on crying, baby I’ll bleed you dry The skies are blinking at me I see a storm bubbling up from the sea And it’s coming closer And it’s coming closer You, shimmy shook my bone Leaving me stranded all in love on my own What do you think of me Where am I now? Baby where do I sleep Feel so good but I’m old, 2000 years of chasing taking its toll And it’s coming closer

Postaday2011

Topic #73: Grab the nearest book (or website) to you right now. Jump to paragraph 3, second Sentence. Write it in a post. Bonus: Make up a sentence to follow the first one, but make it go in an entirely different direction that the actual book or website does.

In addition to the bluesman’s untimely death, there have been a string of tragedies associated with musicians who have performed the song over the years. {This “STRING” is said to be unbreakable and highly desirable for its ability to stay in perfect tune, which is one of the reasons it still being strum by a fate tempting, fame seeking guitarist today, God bless his soul.}

And what you lost, And what you had, And what you LOST

Can I handle the seasons of my life? Mmm mmm mmm

Landslide lyrics Songwriters: Nicks, Stevie;

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills Till the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older and I’m getting older too Well, I’ve been afraid of changing ‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older and I’m getting older too Oh, I’m getting older too
Awh, take my love, take it down
Awh, climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well, the landslide bring it down Oh, the landslide bring it down

EVERLONG

Index of /Music/Blues

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The 5 Most Implausible Old School Rap Songs | Cracked.com

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Awesome story about the legendary blues great Robert Johnson.

Robert Johnson

Hellbound on my trail      <—–The story link

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