Monday, April 7, 2008
Basket Case - Green Day
Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya
Grasping to control
So I better hold on
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Or I'm just stoned
Thoughts:
I can relate.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Shallow Days - Counting Crows
Mary Jane says it's all right
She's just around the corner from the main light.
Any day now, it's all right
She's standing on the precipice of big time.
And I know I'm a little uptight,
I've got to go before the sun shines.
We're just a couple small people squeezing out a life,
We need a little good time.
It's not far from the edge,
Mary comes and goes.
Drifting through the scenery of the shallow days below,
That is anybody knows.
You follow trains out of town and they
vanish somewhere under the horizon.
Yeah well I saw Mary Jane dragged her
shadow down the tracks, Stare off in
the distance.
It's not far from here,
Mary waves hello.
Smiling though she's sinking in the shallow days below,
I can't find a way out of here.
Out on the road again,
I'm much, much too concerned about Mary Jane.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she said, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning through the
shallow days, down below.
You know I heard a band playing waltzes in a grange hall
The sun is sinking lower.
People staring, Mary Jane humming softly to herself,
Nobody really knows her.
Any day now it's all right,
She tells herself that this will be the last time.
Mary Jane pulls her hair back and
wonders what she'll do with all
her free time.
Not too far from here,
Mary turns to go.
Smiling while the waltz begins, dancing down the road
Hey hey Mr. Freedom,
What are we supposed to think?
'Cause I'm a very tiny person and it worries me.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she says, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning in the
shallow days way down below.
"I'm sorry", she said,
"I know it's not the kind of thing you want."
I'm falling, falling down.
"I'm sorry", she said.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl you want."
We're falling, falling, falling, falling down.
Thoughts:
As quoted from wiki, August and Everything After, deals with the themes of isolation and the perceived lack of spiritual fulfillment. The characters in the songs lead unfulfilled lives or are in nonreciprocating relationships but continue because they have know hope for better.
She's just around the corner from the main light.
Any day now, it's all right
She's standing on the precipice of big time.
And I know I'm a little uptight,
I've got to go before the sun shines.
We're just a couple small people squeezing out a life,
We need a little good time.
It's not far from the edge,
Mary comes and goes.
Drifting through the scenery of the shallow days below,
That is anybody knows.
You follow trains out of town and they
vanish somewhere under the horizon.
Yeah well I saw Mary Jane dragged her
shadow down the tracks, Stare off in
the distance.
It's not far from here,
Mary waves hello.
Smiling though she's sinking in the shallow days below,
I can't find a way out of here.
Out on the road again,
I'm much, much too concerned about Mary Jane.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she said, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning through the
shallow days, down below.
You know I heard a band playing waltzes in a grange hall
The sun is sinking lower.
People staring, Mary Jane humming softly to herself,
Nobody really knows her.
Any day now it's all right,
She tells herself that this will be the last time.
Mary Jane pulls her hair back and
wonders what she'll do with all
her free time.
Not too far from here,
Mary turns to go.
Smiling while the waltz begins, dancing down the road
Hey hey Mr. Freedom,
What are we supposed to think?
'Cause I'm a very tiny person and it worries me.
I'm all alone again,
I like what she says, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning in the
shallow days way down below.
"I'm sorry", she said,
"I know it's not the kind of thing you want."
I'm falling, falling down.
"I'm sorry", she said.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl you want."
We're falling, falling, falling, falling down.
Thoughts:
As quoted from wiki, August and Everything After, deals with the themes of isolation and the perceived lack of spiritual fulfillment. The characters in the songs lead unfulfilled lives or are in nonreciprocating relationships but continue because they have know hope for better.
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