IRC-Galleria

If I could play back every moment to you now
Spent lovesick and swollen on
Mornings mincing garlic on the counter by the sink
If I could hit the instant replay on only every good day
Would any of it catch you by surprise?

When you say, "something is missing now"
That's what came back to me
Normal mornings like that set the knife down and forget where I'd left it
Making breakfast
Put coffee on the stove then scour every counter for the knife

Don't be shy
Don't be kind
Somewhere snow collects and bends the boughs of pines

But doesn't it seem a bit wasteful to you
To throw away all of the time we spent perfecting our love in close quarters and confines?
Isn't it wasteful?
And I am terrified that it doesn't feel painful to me yet
Somewhere on top of the high rise there's a woman on the edge of a building at the ledge
And traffics backing up on 35

It's alright
I will fix whatever is not the sweetness in your eyes
Just sit down
Please
Sit down
Here
At the table and we'll talk
Somewhere televisions light up in the night

I know things weren't right
Maybe we were never cut out for the Midwest life
Maybe we'd have done much better on a coast
There are certain things I doubt we'll ever know

I know you were getting tired of my drinking
I guess I was never cut out for the coke scene
You were worried I would end up like your father and
Tired of the smoke and somewhere the wind blows

Somewhere a storm touches down north in Hudsonville

Somewhere the coffee starts to boil on the stove and
Somewhere the wind blows

Somewhere the river levels finally getting low

Somewhere I'm up past dawn till
Somewhere you live here still
Somewhere you're already gone

Somewhere a radio is playing in a living room
Says the city lacks the funds to fix the bridge

Somewhere the deer are overrun so they're introducing wolves back on the ridge

And from here in the kitchen
I can hear the neighbors in the alley hanging linens
And the men collect the trash bins in the street
You're speaking to me but I can't understand you
The coffee is burning and
All of the times that we spent
That road trip out west
Through desert for the rest stops the kitsch we both collect
That winter the whole weekend we huddled by the stove
The cabin I had rented
The unexpected snow
That visit for Christmas
On television binges
We'll see friends in Brooklyn
Drive south to Richmond
There's traffic on the bridge
A woman on the ledge
And everywhere the wind
Everything is happening at once

La Dispute - Stay Happy There

Everybody wants a reason for everything.
ItÂ’s so much easier with someone or something to blame.
IÂ’ve always struggled at the root of the problem.
Has it been absence or my constant lack of defense?

IÂ’ve never spent a lot on finding a remedy.
I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason.
I guess thatÂ’s why IÂ’ve always turned to writing it down.
Not just in stories, but the letters in between.

And I guess thatÂ’s why it haunts the pages of everything -
to self-examine.

I think the thing is that I shut off from everything.
From friends and family and my own ambitions.
From having fun.
I just shut off from everything.

Self-defeating? Yeah, probably.
But I donÂ’t know that I had total control over it.
And IÂ’m not sure it even matters? Why?

Sometimes things happen and you canÂ’t do anything.
Plus, IÂ’m the only one who deals with it anyway.
So if everyone could do me a favor and
just put their fingers down
IÂ’d - and keep your mouths -

Sorry. I know I seem angry.
IÂ’m not, IÂ…I promise. I just know I did this to me.
And I will deal with it accordingly.

And I donÂ’t need opinions from those never a part of it.
DonÂ’t need them pointing out my problems, theyÂ’re mine.
DonÂ’t need reminders, I know better than anyone.

And yeah, I know, I should be finding another way.
I know that I should be out seeking a substitute.
But just forgetting never really made sense to me.

So I havenÂ’t been.

Do I feel embarrassed about it?
I think you know the answer to that.
I think youÂ’d probably feel a little bit embarrassed for me,
wouldnÂ’t you?

I know I shouldÂ’ve moved on ages ago, been happy already,
but itÂ’s never been that easy for me.
Or maybe it was me that made it so hard.

I know IÂ’ve only ever tried a handful of times
to sever this thing torturing me.
It never got me anywhere, with anyone.
No friendship or hobby, no loverÂ’s bed worked.

But looking back I maybe never tried hard enough,
and it is my fault.

Maybe I never tried at all.

You could probably say I'm difficult
I probably talk too much
I over-analyze and over-think things
Yes it's a nasty crutch

I'm usually only waiting for you to stop talking
So that I can
Concerning 2-way streets I have to say
That I am not a fan

But I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet
So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time
You could be laughing
65 percent more of the time

Half of the time I think I'm in some movie
I play the underdog of course
I wonder who'll they'll get to play me, maybe
They could dig up Richard Burton's corpse

I am not who you think I am
I am quite angry which I barely can conceal
You think I hate myself, it's you I hate
Because you have the nerve to make me feel

But I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet
So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time
You could be laughing
65 percent more of the time

I should've practiced my scales
I should not be attracted to males
But you said that I should learn to love myself
Well, make up your mind, Dr. Frankenstein

I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet
So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time
You could be laughing
65 percent more of the time

Cause I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my feet
So go ahead and love me while it's still a crime
And don't forget you could be laughing
65 percent more of the time
You could be laughing
63 percent more of the time
You could be laughing
25 percent more of the time

John Grant - GMF

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.

Leonard Cohen - Chelsea hotel #2

Good night, sweet princess.

Dxxxa D & The Boys - Erilainen jäbä

In a violent place we can call our country
Is a mixed up man and I guess that's me
The sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end
It's a place of sorrow but we call it a home
And the darkest thoughts, yeah I guess they're my own
There's wealth in the bank but there's nothing to show inside

It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

In a special place that I call my life
The father was cruel and he lost his wife
But I don't see either cause I live across the street
It's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain
A man who drinks just to drown the pain
And I can't stop from dreaming there's something else

It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
It's getting cloudy now

It's cloudy now
(The sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end)
It's cloudy now
It's cloudy now
(And I can't stop from dreaming there's something else)
It's getting cloudy now

We are a fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now
We gotta get out of here
It's cloudy now
A fucked up generation
It's cloudy now

Blackfield - Cloudy now

Instituutionaalinen kylmyys on myrkkyy
ei mulla oo mitään suhteita, mä vaan katon jynkkyy
Itsekypsyys, kahen päivän kanjoni
pullo kädessä, kämpillä pelkään omaa varjooni
Joku kolahti, tai sit kuulin väärin
naapurista kaikuu oksennuksen ääni
Tunnen säälii ja samal kiitän jumalaa
siitä ettei ite joudu sunnuntaisin puklaamaa
Meen röökille, vaikka se tuntuu
siltä niin kun joku alkas puukottaan kurkkuun
Hakkaan päätä kun rumpuu, pakko tummuu
sängyllä makaan, toivon ettei petä pumppu
On tullu sekoiltuu ja oltuu vitun tutkalla
nyt on naama näkkärillä ja selkä mutkalla
Jos haluun summata, kiristää hullun lailla
yöt syö miestä, varsinkin sunnuntaina

Mä oon hämärän rajamailla, unta vailla
siis lähes joka sunnuntaina
Kiristää niin että veri ei kierrä, märkänä hiestä
yöt syö miestä
Oon hämärän rajamailla, unta vailla
siis lähes joka sunnuntaina
Kiristää niin että veri ei kierrä, märkänä hiestä
yöt syö miestä

Paska syö miestä niinku Godzilla
Paska syö miestä niinku Godzilla

Vatsa tyhjä, otsassa kyrpä
ja ongelmat pyörii päässä niinku hyrrä
Mä tarviin kylmää vettä ja Panadolii
en saa unta kun ajatukset juoksee maratonin
Paskaa stressaa, projektit ei kelpaa
verenpaine kasvaa niinkun valtionvelka
Taas PA kun kalja alko maittamaan
kuukauden rahat palo kahen päivän aikana
Ei mikään voima sängystä nosta
sikiöasennossa vannon etten juo koskaan
Mut tosta ei tarvii päätelmii tehä
kun se ei oo mies eikä mikään joka ei lupauksiaan petä
Aina kierrän kehää, vaikee muuttaa tapoja
jo tiistaina ei enää muista sunnuntain sanomaa
Se on niin et kun tunnelin päässä on valoa
ni alkaa tehdä mieli uudestaan tunneliin vajota

Mä oon hämärän rajamailla, unta vailla
siis lähes joka sunnuntaina
Kiristää niin että veri ei kierrä, märkänä hiestä
yöt syö miestä
Oon hämärän rajamailla, unta vailla
siis lähes joka sunnuntaina
Kiristää niin että veri ei kierrä, märkänä hiestä
yöt syö miestä

Are - Yöt syö miestä

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich
Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist
I can feel the changes, I can feel a new life
I always knew life can be dangerous
I can say that I like a challenge and you to me is painless
You don't know what pain is
How can I paint this picture when the color blind is hanging with you
Fell on my face and I woke with a scar
Another mistake living deep in my heart
Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick
I can admit that it did look like yours
Why you resent every making of His
Tell me your purpose is petty again
But even a small lighter can burn a bridge
Even a small lighter can burn a bridge

I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages
To me that's amazing
To you that's a quick check with all disrespect let me say this

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

I'm trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we love
You're trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio does
And I'm looking right past you
We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles
You live in a world, you living behind the mirror
I know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferior
This shit is vital, I know you had to
This shit is vital, I know you had to
Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain
Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain
Rather a seasonal name, I'll let the people know this is something you can blame
On yourselves you can remain stuck in a box
I'm a break out and then hide every lock
I'm a break out and then hide every lock

I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me then put me on stages
To me that's amazing
To you that's a quick check with all disrespect let me say this

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

You ain't heard a chorus like this in a long time
Don't you see that long line
And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth
Threes in the air I can see you are, in sync
Hide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better do
I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Walk out the door and they scream it's alive
My New Year's resolution is to stop all the pollution
Talk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my music
I say bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Kendrick Lamar - Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe

I'm lying on my back now
The stars look all too near
Flowers on the razor wire
I know you're here
We are few
And far between
I was thinking about her skin
Love is a many splintered thing
Don't be afraid now
Just walk on in
Flowers on the razor wire
(walk on in)

Her eyes were cobalt red
Her voice was cobalt blue
I see no purple light
Crashing out of you
So just walk on in
Flowers on the razor wire
(walk on in)

Her lovers queued up in the hallway
I heard them scratching at the door
I tried to tell her
About Marx and Engels, God and angels
I don't really know what for
But she looked good in ribbons
So just walk on in
She looked good in ribbons
So just walk on in

Tie a red red red red red red ribbon
Love is a many splintered thing
Tie a red red red red ribbon
Don't be afraid
Just walk on in

Just walk on in
(incoming...)
(incoming...)
Just walk on in
Just walk on in
Flowers on the razor wire
Just walk on in...

Incoming!

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Manic Street Preachers - If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next