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30 dAY sONG cHALLENgE! Day 11: A Song From Your Favorite Band
The Radiator Hums - Cursive - Domestica - 2000
My favorite bands change around a lot, but the one that’s been in my top 5 the longest is Cursive. This is one of my favorite songs on my favorite album by what I guess today is my favorite band.
Dinner’s getting cold You haven’t touched a thing So what’s it gonna be? I can hold out much longer than you When it’s steady I’m just acting out my roles When you’re ready I’ll be walking out that door And don’t call me Pretty Baby anymore,
Oh, foolish worker bee
I’m your fucking queen. I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and loveseats Sad little boy, I know you get confused But everyone goes through these trials of self-truth and self-abuse When you’re selfless you’re so hard not to adore
When you’re selfish, I just love you even more I want to help you, but you’ve got to say the words: “I want to be cured.” Drowned… Deep in this hole we’ve dug for ourselves Throw me in — headfirst, submerged in this great depression Impoverished, and Impotent….
…And Don’t Call Me Pretty Baby I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill
With shattered dinner plates
That’s how we’ll communicate Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?
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30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE! Day 10: A Song that Makes you fall asleep
Starálfur - Sigur Ros - ágætis Byrjun - 2000
I really like this band, for all its ambiance and sadness. They made up their own language called Hopelandish, so I don’t know any lyrics.
30 Day Song Challenge!! Day 9: A song you can dance to
I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ - Scissor Sisters - Ta-Dah - 2006
It has that beat that I love.
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30 DAY SONG CHALLENGE!!!! Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to
Seventy Times 7 - Brand New - Your Favorite Weapon - 2001
Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know, like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart. For twelve years I’ve held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart. I played it quiet, left you deep in conversation. I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen. I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would, and now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could. Everyone’s caught on to everything you do Everyone’s caught on to. As if this happening wasn’t enough I got to go and write a song just to remind myself how bad it sucked. Ignore the sun, the cover’s over my head. I wrote a message on my pillow that says, “Jesse, stay asleep in bed.” So don’t apologize. I hope you choke and die. Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
but they don’t tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell. So, is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield. And is that what you call tact? You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. So let’s end this call, and end this conversation. and is that what you call a getaway? well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever
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30 DAY SONG CHELLENGE! Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Bitter Fingers - Elton John - Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy - 1975
This song reminds me of White Trash Summer ‘07. Not that the song is trashy, but the summer was (gleefully) and this was my favorite song off of my favorite album we listened to that summer.
It’s hard to write a song with bitter fingers
So much to prove, so few to tell you whyThose old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard player’s hollow haunted eyes It seems to me a change is really needed I’m sick of tra-la-las and la-de-das No more long days hacking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars
