Random Songs, A Soundtrack In Two Volumes
The Voices In My Head, Part One
My friend Laramie posted an interesting blog about song lyrics, which made me realize that I definitely need a soundtrack to my life. (Of course, the morning I realize this, the cold prevents my car's stereo from playing the CD I wanted to hear; curses, foiled again)
So here are a few songs that I would want to have playing in the current scene in the movie version of my life, along with particular lyrics that mean the most. I'll limit myself to four at the moment, holding open the possibilities of sequels. And of course, I would love to hear from other people as to the soundtrack of their lives.
1. Dry The Rain, by The Beta Band.
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
The rain the rain the rain now
If there's something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it'll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
2. Fire Escape, by Fastball
Well I don't wanna be President,
Superman, or Clark Kent
I don't wanna walk 'round in their shoes
'Cause I don't know who's side I'm on
I don't know my right from wrong
I don't know where I'm going to
I don't know about you
I'll be the rain falling on your fire escape
And I may not be the man you want me to
I can be myself, how 'bout you?
3. "Long December" by Counting Crows
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could
not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to
believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
to hold on to these moments as they pass
4. "In My Life" by The Beatles
There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all.
The Voices In My Head, Part Two: When I'm Feeling Rebellious
Okay, so last time I posted my "Wistfully Optimistic" selections. Now, a few selections for my darker, more iconoclastic moods, when I want to feel like a bit of a bad ass without actually dying in a rain-struck motorcycle crash.
So these are a bit more self-indulgent, and therefore not as reflective of who I am as the first set. At least, I hope not.
1. "The Imperial March", from The Empire Strikes Back--John Williams.
I mean, who doesn't want to be Darth Vader from time to time? And not just so you can hurl pipes and boxes at people.
2. "Seven Spanish Angels," by Ray Charles and Willie Nelson, or alternatively, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles.
"He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders comin,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."
That's right, I want to be a Spanish/Mexican outlaw. Also, I really don't want to go somewhere where "Quick Draw" Cheney gets away with shooting someone in the face (and why the hell did the victim apologize to Cheney this week?). So, I guess this means that pretty soon I won't want to go to D.C.
3. "Minority," by Green Day.
"I want to be the minority
I dont need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority"
Thank god for safe pop/punk commercialized rebellion. And it's catchy, too!
4. "Masters of War," by Bob Dylan (although the Eddie Vedder cover version is damned good too).
"How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead"
Speaking of "Quick Draw" . . .
My friend Laramie posted an interesting blog about song lyrics, which made me realize that I definitely need a soundtrack to my life. (Of course, the morning I realize this, the cold prevents my car's stereo from playing the CD I wanted to hear; curses, foiled again)
So here are a few songs that I would want to have playing in the current scene in the movie version of my life, along with particular lyrics that mean the most. I'll limit myself to four at the moment, holding open the possibilities of sequels. And of course, I would love to hear from other people as to the soundtrack of their lives.
1. Dry The Rain, by The Beta Band.
I asked him time again
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
Take me in and dry the rain
The rain the rain the rain now
If there's something inside that you wanna say
Say it out loud it'll be okay
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
I will be your light
2. Fire Escape, by Fastball
Well I don't wanna be President,
Superman, or Clark Kent
I don't wanna walk 'round in their shoes
'Cause I don't know who's side I'm on
I don't know my right from wrong
I don't know where I'm going to
I don't know about you
I'll be the rain falling on your fire escape
And I may not be the man you want me to
I can be myself, how 'bout you?
3. "Long December" by Counting Crows
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could
not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to
believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
to hold on to these moments as they pass
4. "In My Life" by The Beatles
There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all.
The Voices In My Head, Part Two: When I'm Feeling Rebellious
Okay, so last time I posted my "Wistfully Optimistic" selections. Now, a few selections for my darker, more iconoclastic moods, when I want to feel like a bit of a bad ass without actually dying in a rain-struck motorcycle crash.
So these are a bit more self-indulgent, and therefore not as reflective of who I am as the first set. At least, I hope not.
1. "The Imperial March", from The Empire Strikes Back--John Williams.
I mean, who doesn't want to be Darth Vader from time to time? And not just so you can hurl pipes and boxes at people.
2. "Seven Spanish Angels," by Ray Charles and Willie Nelson, or alternatively, Willie Nelson and Ray Charles.
"He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
They could hear the riders comin,
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."
That's right, I want to be a Spanish/Mexican outlaw. Also, I really don't want to go somewhere where "Quick Draw" Cheney gets away with shooting someone in the face (and why the hell did the victim apologize to Cheney this week?). So, I guess this means that pretty soon I won't want to go to D.C.
3. "Minority," by Green Day.
"I want to be the minority
I dont need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority"
Thank god for safe pop/punk commercialized rebellion. And it's catchy, too!
4. "Masters of War," by Bob Dylan (although the Eddie Vedder cover version is damned good too).
"How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead"
Speaking of "Quick Draw" . . .
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