Well, perhaps for a philosophy site, “In Your Mind” by Built to Spill is a bit more appropriate. This one is from “Ancient Melodies of the Future.”
the symptoms of our getting older
the problems that say we don’t mind
that most of us never get over
the memories mingled with lies
coincidence gave a confession
that no one’s allowed to forget
I don’t wanna give the impression
that predestination is set
the distance will increase the danger
where certainty’s never enjoyed
regarded as equal yet stranger
embark then embrace then destroy
observing the process will change it
and afterwards even if you
subconsciously rearrange it
it doesn’t seem any less true
remnants of thought disappearing
and even transcending concern
disturbing but somehow endearing
conditioned to never unlearn
and no one can tell me to listen
and no one can tell me what’s right
'cause nobody has my permission
and no one can see in your mind
in your mind
in your mind
in your mind
when magnifications explore
there slowly emerges a pattern
the details you normally ignore
you notice really what matters
there isn’t a time or a place
only an ebb and a flowing
a permanent repeating space
occuring, connecting and growing
and no one can tell me to listen
and no one can tell me what’s right
'cause nobody has my permission
and no one can see in your mind
in your mind
in your mind
in your mind
Rock show
You came to see a rock show
A big gigantic cock show
You came to see it all
Rock show
You came to hear it
You came to sneer it
You came to do it all
Do you wanna get it for credit?
Forget it
Don’t bet it
Call in the medic
It’s pathetic
You’ve gotta let it go
Let’s go
Rock show
C’mon
Rock show
You came to see a rock show
This ain’t a fucking talk show
You came to see it all
Rock show
You came to fear it
You came to sear it
You came to do it all
No it’s not pointless. Can I add, I think your name is hilarious. It reminds me of something the Rainn Wilson character would call himself on that show The Office.
I made a CD yesterday with the first twenty songs. My theory works! I could SEE James telling me I have to learn sometime. And Dunamis saying “you caught me at a bad time, piss off.” This was great for me. But wait, don’t take me literally, here. The next listen revealed James talking about himself, and Dunamis teaching me a lesson about my own view. The interpretations are endless, and the more thoughtful the contributor is with selecting his choice, and the more familiar you are with the nuances of the contributor’s personality and philosophical leanings, the more powerful this CD can be for the right listener. What’s really trippy is finding shades of revealing truth about you in your OWN selection.
Is all this a bit faggy? Yes. But it’s great to go from Josh Groban into Metallica. Because in a way, that’s what ILP is all about. So inasmuch as ILP is pointless, so is this CD, I suppose.
[i]Where it began I can’t begin to knowin’
But then I know it’s growin’ strong
Was in the spring and spring became the summer
Who’d have believed you’d come along
Hands, touchin’ hands
Reachin’ out
Touchin’ me
Touchin’ you
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
But now I look at the night
And it don’t seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt, hurtin’ runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when I’m with you
Warm, touchin’ warm
Reachin’ out
Touchin’ me
Touchin’ me
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
To believe they never would
Oh, no, no
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’ve been inclined
I believed they never could
Sweet Caroline[/i]
He’s one of my favorites. The Neal Diamond suggestion triggered me. Peter has got the richness of Neal’s voice but with all kinds of great lyrics.
Anyway, this song is sung with great passion. It reminds me of this fixation that I had on this very attractive woman that dated the richest guy in town. I had no idea about this and of course it was a great irony. Interested in being in the glow, I used to talk to her a lot and this was really the genesis of how I learned to relate well to women. At the time large amounts of rum and coke helped.
Over the course of several years she broke up with the rich guy, but they remained friends, which was difficult to understand for me at the time. Right then I found out that she was interested in me (she was an Italian or Jewish goddess) I got my big “break” and moved to the big city. What luck!
The irony behind it all is that I just could have asked her how she felt, and probably had success, but didn’t. Instead I would listen to this song.
You’re So Close
Say you!..
I can hear the groove
I can hear the words
I can climb the scale
I can ride the curvess
I can hit the note
I can beat the beat
I can dance the jump
I can tap my feet
Say you!
Getting closer
Stop me dreaming
Wanna feel you
You’re so close
Ah can’t write now
Wanna feel a hit
Ah can’t drive now
Wanna phone you
Can’t play it very well
But it is what I want
And what I want is what it takes
It could be slick
It could be fake
Can’t play it very well
But it is what I want
And what I want is what it takes
It could be slick
It could be fake
Say you!
Can’t hear you
You’re so close
Wanna feel you
You’re so close
Ah can’t write now
Wanna feel a hit
Ah can’t drive now
Wanna phone you
Say you!
I can hear the groove
I can spell the words
I can climb the scale
I can ride the curves
I can hit the note
I can drop the beat
I can dance and jump
I can tap the feet
Can’t play it very well
But it is what I want
And what I want is what it takes
I could be slick
It could be fake
(Say you)
Can’t hear you
You’re so close
Wanna feel you
You’re so close
Ah can’t write now
Wanna feel a hit
Ah can’t write now
Wanna phone you
Getting Closer
Stop me dreaming
Wanna feel you
You’re so close
Ah can’t write now
Ah wanna feel a hit
Ah can’t drive now
Well, since no one else is adding songs I would like to add another song:
Living On The Edge - Aerosmith
[i]There’s somethin’ wrong with the world today, I don’t know what it is
Something’s wrong with our eyes
We’re seeing things in a different way, and God knows it ain’t His
It sure ain’t no surprise
We’re livin’ on the edge | We’re livin’ on the edge
We’re livin’ on the edge | We’re livin’ on the edge
There’s somethin’ wrong with the world today, the light bulb’s gettin’ dim
There’s meltdown in the sky
If you can judge a wise man by the color of his skin
Then mister you’re a better man that I
We’re livin’ on the edge {You can’t help yourself from fallin’}
Livin’ on the edge {You can’t help yourself at all}
Livin’ on the edge {You can’t stop yourself from fallin’}
Livin’ on the edge
Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation… It’s getting to you
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it wasn’t would you still come crawlin’ back again?
I bet you would my friend again & again & again & again & again
Tell me what you think about your sit-u-a-tion
Complication - aggravation… It’s getting to you
If chicken little tells you that the sky is fallin’
Even if it wasn’t would you still come crawlin’ back again?
I bet you would my friend again & again & again & again & again
There’s something right with the world today and everybody knows it’s wrong
But we can tell 'em no or we could let it go But I would rather be a hanging on
Livin’ On the Edge {You can’t help yourself from fallin’}
Livin’ On the Edge {You can’t help yourself at all}
Livin’ On the Edge {You can’t stop yourself from fallin’}
Livin’ On the Edge; Livin’ On the Edge
Livin’ On the Edge; Livin’ On the Edge
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[/i]
[Repeat twice]
Ooberman are a great band but this song is great just for the end lyrics which are spoken. Tearjerker…
No tears from a summer cloud
'Til off the shore the stars come rolling out
As the voices fade, tired of bad advice she whispers
Watch the moon, can’t you see?
This is me
Shorley Wall, she’s selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She’s selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?
If life is an open book
She’d rather read the pictures for a while
Let the bastards moan
Cause where she falls she falls and she says
Give me time, I need to find
Who I am inside
Shorley Wall, she’s selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Where the ocean swells and leaves you small
She’s selling seashells up on Shorley Wall
Just watch the moon rise up on Shorley Wall
Who could ask for more?
Can you see the moonlight like a chandelier across the ocean where the mermaids sing?
Take your shoes off
And step into the ocean on the path of light!
Like a broken arrow, I’ll catch the tail wind and draw the clouds, burning sugar, as black as smoke, closing walls; I open my heart. She sings when she hurts. It’s good to sink deep inside, to my only touchstone. She’s a friend in the dark, my strength, my memories. She delights in torture, but she holds my hand and never shields me. Because the best shield is to accept the pain, then what can really destroy me? Let me close my eyes and lie invisible, and perhaps the clouds will pass through me.
I am a fool on the hill too. But this is my very favorite one that I posted before:
Talking Heads
I don’t know why I love you like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I haven’t seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
I don’t know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I can’t forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret
I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Push me in the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me
Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
Till I can’t, till I can’t, till I can’t take no more of it
Take me to the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down
I don’t know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all
I wanna know that you’ll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.
It was early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on
Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I’m an early morning lover
And I must be moving on
Now I believe in what you say
Is the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth
Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it’s been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
Now some they do and some they don’t
And some you just can’t tell
And some they will and some they won’t
With some it’s just as well
You can laugh at my behavior
That’ll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don’t pay no heed
And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few
Goodbye stranger it’s been nice
Hope you find your paradise
Tried to see your point of view
Hope your dreams will all come true
Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
