Sunday, September 26, 2010

One Month - One Plane - One Song / May 2010


May 2010, 10:08:25 AM
FDF - ORY


So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lilo losing air air

Black rocks and shoreline sand
Still that summer I cannot bear
And I wipe the sand from my eyes
Spanish sahara the place that you´d wanna
Leave the horror here
Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it´s future dust
Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it´s future dust

Now the waves they drag you down
Carry you to broken ground
Though I find you in the sand
Wipe you clean with dirty hands

So god damn this boiling space
Spanish sahara the place that you´d wanna
Leave the horror here
Forget the horror here forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it´s future dust
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am

I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
I'm the fury in your head
I'm the fury in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
Cause I am

Forget the horror here
forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
It's future rust and then it´s future dust
Choir of furies in you head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
Choir of furies in you head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head

Cause I am
Choir of furies in you head
Choir of furies in your bed
I'm the ghost in the back of your head
Cause I am

Foals - Spanish Sahara (link removed)



Wednesday, September 15, 2010

One Month - One Plane - One Song / April 2010

April 2010, 07:59:06 PM
AMS - CDG

[Part I. The Hangover Mass]

I'm sorry, Mama, but I've been drinking again.
Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend,
And rest assured, tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends,
provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten.

And the walk home is going to be a real shit show.
I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road,
And then to throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light.
But I'm gonna put the devil inside to sleep if it takes all night.

So let's get fucked up, and let's pretend we're all okay.
And if you've got something that you can't live with,
Save it for another day, all right?
Save it for another day.

I'm sorry, Mama, but expect a call from the neighbors tonight.
All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too all right.
I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight.
But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights.

When I'm an old man, I can be the quiet type,
and I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life.
I can read a good book, and I can be in bed by ten,
and I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again.

But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high,
Singing, 'Here's to the good times, here's to the home team.
Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah,
Kiss the good times goodbye.'

[Part II. Grandpa's Old Cough Medicine]

I need a timeout, I need an escape from reality,
Or else I need eternal darkness and death, I need an exit strategy.
down in North Carolina, I could have been a productive member of society,
But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require have made a fucking junkie out of me.

So give me a Guinness, give me a Keystone Light,
Give me a kegger on a Friday night.
Give me anything but another year in exile.

I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now.
God knows how many times I've said this before,
But I really don't feel like doing this anymore.

[Part III. Song for Tretiak's Movie]

So hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old men,
Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn.
Talk about our grandkids as we stroke our grey bears.
Funny we're still doing carbombs after all of these years.

And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride,
But I could swear I heard voices from the other side, saying,
'Wait until you see the whites of their eyes.'

And now that I'm older, I look back and say,
'What the fuck was it for anyway?'
For those dreams are lying in the still of the grave -
What the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away -
What the fuck was it for anyway?



Sunday, September 05, 2010

One Month - One Plane - One Song / March 2010

March 2010, 08:14:43 AM
ORY - NCE


(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)


Even when my luck is down
I take joy in knowing that our love grows
But if my vices are a burden
Please don't let me off
Cast me from your home
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)


'Cause lately I've wronged you
And not been on your side, love
Maybe I've been gone
Please don't ask me why

I turn away just when you want me
And I know that home is where you want me
There's not much for me there

Never gave a thought to an honorable living
Always had sense enough to lie
It's getting hard to keep pretending
I'm worth your time
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)


Never gave a thought to an honorable living
Always had sense enough to lie
It's getting hard to keep pretending
I'm worth your time

'Cause lately I've wronged you
And not been on your side, love
Maybe I've been gone
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why
Please don't ask me why

Yeasayer - Madder Red (link removed)