September 13, 2012

The Flaming Lips - Race For The Prize

Two scientists were racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of them side by side
So Determined

Locked in heated battle
For the cure that is their prize
But it’s so dangerous
But they’re determined

Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They’re just humans
With wives and children

Upwards to the vanguard
Where the pressure is too high
Under the microscope
Hope against hope

Forging for the future
But to sarcrifice their lives
Both of them side by side
So determined

Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They’re just humans
With wives and children

Theirs is to win
It will kill them
They’re just humans
With wives and children

11:37pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wTLfzqg
(Notes: 35)
  
Filed under: the flaming lips flaming lips race for the prize the soft bulletin wayne coyne 
September 9, 2012

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Heaven’s Gonna Happen Now

Justine, you’re dying just to hear the sound
and dreaming of another town
‘cuz nothing here is going on

Write now, ‘cuz all your real friends are words
You’ve never ever been so sure
that what you’ve got can’t be cured

And now, nothing’s gonna turn us down
You can’t sit there and look scared
when everything’s happening now

Come on, nothing’s gonna turn us down
So don’t stand there like you don’t care
‘cuz heaven’s gonna happen now

Look down, don’t see yourself between the lines
Just tell them that you’re doing fine
‘cuz I can tell you’re doing time

In a cell that looks just like a family home
where solitaire is all you know
and there’s nowhere that you could go

Break down, or maybe just break the skin
You’re writing down everything
‘cuz words are still a faithful friend

So now, tell me what you’re gonna do
‘cuz I can see the fire in you,
and I can see it’s burning through

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Filed under: tpobpah tpbph the pains of being pure at heart music belong shoegaze indie gay 
September 3, 2012

Real Estate - Green Aisles

Under dormant trees
Under bright lit skies
Mountains of maple leaves
Standing side by side

The phone lines
The street lights
Led me to you

And if you
Just sit tight
I’ll be there soon

All those wasted miles
All those aimless drives
Through green aisles
Our careless life style
It was not so unwise
No

I rode right pass
The train tracks on
Ancient as the stone
Blacked out on a bicycle
I made my way back home

The houses were humming
All through the night
And winter was coming
But that was alright

All those wasted miles
All those aimless drives
Through green aisles
Our careless life style
It was not so unwise
No

The phone lines
The street lights
Led me to you

And if you
Just sit tight
I’ll be there soon

All those wasted miles
All those aimless drives
Through green aisles
Our careless life style
It was not so unwise
No

11:57pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wSkgTTX
Filed under: real estate days green aisles indie music lyrics 
August 29, 2012

Cat Power - Fool

Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it

Why can’t we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad… it’s not that it’s death
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you’re so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along…

When it’s a rut and baby’s no luck
Half of it’s misunderstanding love
The war we have won we’re winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along…

4:01pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wSNwUrJ
(Notes: 4)
  
Filed under: cat power chan marshall you are free fool NYC 
August 28, 2012

Neutral Milk Hotel - In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

What a beautiful face I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun,
What a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a blink of an eye
And be gone from me soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea,
But for now we are young let us lay in the sun,
And count every beautiful thing we can see,
Love to be in the arms of all I’m keeping here with me.

What a curious life we have found here tonight,
There is music that sounds from the street,
There are lights in the clouds,
Anna’s ghost all around
Hear her voice as it’s rolling and ringing through me,
Soft and sweet!
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees.

Now how I remember you,
How I would push my fingers through your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet,
And now we keep where we don’t know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago now he don’t even know his name.

What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun
When we meet on a cloud I’ll be laughing out loud,
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see,
Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

PS: I couldn’t find the original version of this song on SoundCloud, but this is a very nice cover, so i hope you guys enjoy it :)

11:08pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wSLeqG0
(Notes: 32)
  
Filed under: neutral milk hotel in the aeroplane over the sea jeff mangum NMH music lyrics folk baroque pop 
August 21, 2012

My Bloody Valentine - Lose My Breath

Keep coming now
Possessed of nothing more than hell
Before I can speak
My world is wishing me asleep

Weigh me down
And when the darkness comes around
Repeating heads
Remember nothing I have said
Where are you
Come back again I want you to
‘Not now girl’ you say
But I was born to lose my breath

7:24pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wRta2_4
(Notes: 6)
  
Filed under: My Bloody Valentine kevin shields shoegaze lose my breath sex mbv 
August 18, 2012

The Microphones - The Moon

I got pulled out by the tide
and I found myself inside
a blanket on the dune
with a balled up magnetic moon.

Waves crashing at my feet,
I stood up to breath in heat.
‘I called you out to see’
I saw deeper into me.

But where did I drift to?
The current pulled you two.
We floated fast and through.
Where am I?

We floated fast and through.
The tide left us on a dune.
I got dug up next to you.

12:25am  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wReIlQY
(Notes: 3)
  
Filed under: the microphones the glow pt. 2 the moon mount eerie folk music lyrics 
August 15, 2012

The National - Mistaken for Strangers

You have to do it running but you do everything that they ask you to
Cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture
As long as you look faraway, as long as you look removed
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts
So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves
So you swear you just saw a feathery woman
Carry a blindfolded man through the trees
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters
Showered and blue-blazered, fill yourself with quarters

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends
When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights
Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under
Oh you wouldn’t want an angel watching over
Surprise, surprise they wouldn’t wannna watch
Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

9:10pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wRVEhNH
(Notes: 12)
  
Filed under: the national national matt berninger boxer music 
August 6, 2012

The Antlers - Parentheses

One broken wing,
Soaring and suffering,
Arm in a sling,
I don’t owe you anything.

I’m a bad absentee,
You know when I want to leave.
So close up your knees,
and I’ll close your parentheses.

I’m a bad amputee,
With no phantom memory.
So close up your knees,
and I’ll close your parentheses.

6:43pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wQuDjm_
(Notes: 17)
  
Filed under: the antlers burst apart antlers parentheses peter silberman 
August 6, 2012

Alex Turner - Glass in The Park

There’s glass in the park,
Darling, I can’t help but keep making appointments,
To sweep beneath the climbing frame.

If the sun’s in your eyes,
I’ll tighten your blindfold, baby.
Don’t worry your foot won’t get cut,
Strut carelessly.

And when you say that you need me tonight,
I can’t keep my feelings in disguise,
The white parts of my eyeballs illuminate.

And I’ll wait for you,
As if I’m waiting for a storm to stop.
I’ve heard them talking,
About how I’m gonna put you off

There’s glass in the park,
And now that I’m up off my knees,
I’ve picked up the speed,
To jump your palaces.

And I shoot through the night,
Nd suddenly all those once lost concoction’s froth,
And chase the day away.

When you say that you need me tonight,
I can’t keep my feelings in disguise,
The white part of my eyeballs illuminate.

And i’ll wait for you,
As if i’m waiting for the storm to stop.
I’ve heard them talking,
About how i’m gonna put you off.

You tell me, “how can i put you off, when you’re a matter of urgency?”
I’ve got a million things that i need to do, but they’re all secondary.
Make sure you’re not followed,
And meet me by the death balloon.

Paraselene woman, i’m your man on the moon,
And like a grain of diamond dust, you float,
And my devotion’s outer, crust… cracks.

6:02pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/Zuc37wQu3MQX
(Notes: 120)
  
Filed under: alex turner arctic monkeys submarine glass in the park