Showing posts with label Ray Lamontange. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ray Lamontange. Show all posts

Monday, November 3, 2008

Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often

Language is for liquid that we're all dissolved in. Great for solving problems, after it creates a problem. - Lyrics from Issac Brock's Blame it on the Tetons, a Modest Mouse classic.

Tie your Tongue, a look at the lyrics of the songs we love.

So what makes for great lyrics? The words themselves or the thoughts they convey? The way the sound when sung or the way they make you feel when you hear them? Do they find a way to connect to the song or do they connect with you? Whatever the reason, we all have lyrics that hit us right, linger in our lives and become part of our vocab.

What are some of your favorite lyrics?

I'll start with some of my favorite lyrcis:

I found myself face down in a ditch, Booze in my hair, Blood on my lips, A picture of you holding a picture of me In the pocket of my blue jeans.
Jolene, Ray Lamontagne

And I’ve heard of pious men And I’ve heard of dirty fiends But you don’t often hear Of us ones in between
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For I have never seen the sun That did not bury his head in the side of the world When the day is done.

Us One In Between, Spencer Krug, Sunset Rubdown

I don't want what you want I don't feel what you feel See I'm stuck in a city But I belong in a field
Heart in a Cage, Julian Casablancas, The Strokes

I’m only waiting for the proper time to tell you That it’s impossible to get along with you, It’s hard to look you in the face when we are talking So it helps to have a mirror in the room.
There’s No Home For You Here, Jack White, White Stripes

Do You Realize - that everyone you know Someday will die -And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know You realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun don'-go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize?, Wayne Coyne, Flaming Lips

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

Jackass, Beck

She wore a Raspberry beret The kind u find in a second hand store Raspberry beret And if it was warm she wouldn’t wear much more Raspberry beret I think I love her
Raseberry Beret, Prince

and of course...

Hide your soft skin, your sorrow is sunshine Listen to my eyes
Company In My Back, Jeff Tweedy, Wilco