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lower east side. december 2013.

lower east side. december 2013.

It’s that time of year again…

It was Christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won’t see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day.

east village. september 2013.

east village. september 2013.

Although Kathleen Hanna modified Noise Addict’s original lyrics just a wee bit, it’s still so perfect and embodies what it meant to be a cool boy in the 90’s.

I know it sounds stupid when I say it out loud
like I’m just jealous of his silver cloud
he looks so good he drinks diet coke
he gets his magazines sent by air and not boat

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

he’s got six different flannel shirts
airwalks not thongs
he even understands the words to pavement songs
he’s got his new guitar toys
he likes mud and the beastie boys

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

I feel much better now
I’ve let it all out
he’s got big biceps and a
masculine shout
I’m not trying to sound like i’m
trying to be mean
but he thinks he can be a girl better then me

I wish I was him
he gets the girls at his feet
with all his cool friends
he gets his records for free
I wish I was him
he has no enemies
I wish I was him

I wish I waaaaas him

paris. august 2013.

paris. august 2013.

Ever see someone do so well
That none could ever stop him
Commanding o’er the hardest swell
With no force or fault to top him

Well, under all and every word
Is hidden a woman or man
Who lights and inspires some higher desires
And allows him to do what he can

What power he has only I know
And now I have let my captain go

I was his true and he bade my fortune
And he leapt from on top of my shoulder
He could lead pure when my worship was sure
And many times even step bolder

He loved me and needed, saw trouble and greeted
For trouble is best met head on
What seems so distinguished became plainly vanquished
When I left to find life on my own

What power he has only I know
And now I have let my captain go

Now men laugh at him and say
That better men number in thousands
Nobody ever goes out of his way
To lessen his clowns as they crowd him

And I am nearby and I watch with a sigh
As my captain curls up like a cripple
And hope that he goes where nobody knows
Under sea and leaves not a ripple

What power he has only I know
And now I have let my captain go

cathédrale notre dame de paris. july 2013.

cathédrale notre dame de paris. july 2013.

Mazzy Star FINALLY has a new album coming out… but this will always be the best.

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that’s true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You’ll come apart and you’ll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what’s not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it’s strange you never knew

A stranger’s light comes on slowly
A stranger’s heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then it’s smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you

I think it’s strange you never knew

honfleur, normandy. france.  10 july 2013.

honfleur, normandy. france. 10 july 2013.

It’s just so sad and so lovely.

When You Knew Me When

I found some letters
in a box tonight
they were from you
kept as a clue

Of what used to be
when you knew me when
I read them again and again
all sense of time was suspended

I had forgotten
how it felt to be
under the spell
of your inkwell

You wrote poetry
when you knew me when
each line whispered an amen
do you still pray with your pen?

So much has happened
in the years gone by
though now it seems
time is a dream

And I’m back to
when you knew me when
before my heart learned to pretend
it feels so good to remember

You captured something
in your tender words
I thought was gone
left on the lawn

Of that summer
when you knew me when
when we both felt born again
in finding the root of the stem