I wish I would’ve written this
Tale It Easy (Love Nothing) by Coner Oberst
First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach
That weatherman is a liar
He said it would be raining but it's clear and blue as far as I can see
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed,
on a cartoon cat pad she scratched with a pen,
"Everything is as it's always been.
This never happened.
Don't take it too bad it is nothing you did.
It's just once something dies you can't make it live.
You're a beautiful boy.
You're a sweet little kid but I am a woman."
So I laid back down and wrapped myself up in the sheet
And I must have looked like a ghost 'cause something frightened me
and since then I've been so good at vanishing
Now I do as I please and lie through my teeth
Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
I should probably feel cheap but I just feel free…
and a little bit empty
No, it isn't so hard to get close to me
There will be no arguments
We will always agree
And I'll try and be kind when I ask you to leave
We'll both take it easy
But if you stay too long inside my memory,
I will trap you in a song tied to a melody
and I will keep you there so you can't bother me
“Buckets of Rain” featured on Bones
Bob Dylan's song "Buckets of Rain" was recently featured on the TV show "Bones." It wasn't Dylan's version though. It was sung by the incredible Beth Orton and M. Ward. It was a great version and highlighted a surreal scene where Bones was falling into alcholic despair. Supposedly, Dylan heard the version and loved it. Oddly enough, the massive amount of web searches has neted some new popularity for Abraham Cloud's "Buckets of Rain," which is a pretty cool song itself, original and totally unrelated to Dylan.
Buckets of Rain
Buckets of Rain coming down my head
Buckets of Rain that was what she said, buckets of rain
All of my life I've been waiting here
Watching these headlights disappear, buckets of Rain
I've seen 'em coming with the Master Plan
Steal your wallet while they shake your hand , buckets of Rain
All that I want is to be left alone
What more can you take now that you've got my home , buckets of Rain
Outside, the neon lights are burning safe and warm
Business as usual , uneffected by the storm Buckets of Rain
There's Buckets of Rain for the Farmer's Field
and Buckets of Rain for the man who feels
Nothing is Right
Nothing is Right
Nothing is Right in the world tonight.
by abraham cloud
Click here for a free download of Buckets of Rain studio version
Martin Luther King Jr – I Have a Dream
Probably one of the most inspiring songs of all time. Not sure why I think of it as a song. It must be just how memorable those words are , "I HAVE A DREAM," So much of the modern world was shaped by this speech and these words. It is like a song that just won't stop playing. And as far as an influence on peoples lives , no song ever had more impact. Life was different back then. Today we have a black president, This was unimaginable in King's days. Even to suggest it would have been considered treason. Dr. King was so far ahead of his time. One of the first major figures to speak out on the Vietmnam War and delve way deeper into the Military Industrial Complex behind it. He definately was a dangerous radical. A man with the power to topple empires with his truth. He was hated and feared by not only the Powerful but much of white America in general. He was one who stood up for truth. Sacraficed for truth. And is remembered and a truly great man.
I happened to stumble accross this life-changing song
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be They hurt you at home and they hit you at school They **** you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career When you can't really function you're so full of fear A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be Keep you doped with religion and *** and TV And you think you're so clever and class less and free But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be There's room at the top they are telling you still But first you must learn how to smile as you kill If you want to be like the folks on the hill A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me If you want to be a hero well just follow me<br/><br/><a
