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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
If you are counting down the hours til you sleep / You might be wide awake, but wading in too deep
In the morning light, you can find your way from here / As the Eastern sky begins to reappear You can't stop the rain / let me off this plane / Normally, I'm not the first one to complain Are you happy now? Did I make you smile? Would you hold me for a while? (Generally, I'm not the kind of guy who likes to kiss and tell; but everyone wants to know the story - oh well, oh well.) When the nighttime comes and you try to fall asleep / You're so unhappy / what you did to me Snowball rolls down the mountain side / A catastrophe is happening tonight You never tried to see my side / so now I simply turn away 180 degrees / Look in the mirror, please / Who would you like to be tomorrow? |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Well, the actual condition of my mind
Is elusive as the answers that I find I keep going through transition From doubt to indecision It's the actual condition of my mind Well, the actual condition of my soul Sometimes feels like being sucked into a hole And I've come to this position Regardless of religion It's the actual condition of my soul The actual condition of my heart Feels like two hands that are ripping it apart I keep losing definition But still I keep on wishin' It's the actual condition of my heart |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Don't speak unless spoken to
And then you don't say much You think you're so self-righteous But your mind is out of touch You're afraid, you're afraid of being wrong Always be the passive one and go along You're afraid, you're afraid to speak your mind That's not for me, not for me, not for me Living in a crystal maze Fucked, you can't get out Never be the agitator Unless you know what it's all about |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
It began sometime last week
The feeling that most everything was changing for the worse All the triggers pulled at once So begins my ugly fall from grace - again I made myself delusional, the noble stab at staying upbeat It was only for a while Tried my best to radiate through hurricanes and double eights The pair split into two Talking points from up on high Watch me walk the ledge, I am comfortable out here by myself You could never reach me here Words distroted in the wind, landing softly there beneath the trees Our trip to California, don't say I didn't try to warn you Put down the cell phone, and try to be with me Did you see me disappear like vapor rolling through the hills And then, the silence of your name I never found the trust I needed from you Everything you did was making me wonder My biggest mistake was taking you back Again and again Couldn't forgive the things that you did I'm glad it worked out for you, but You're only fooling yourself if you think you won't do it Again and again Sad attempts at poetry, sad attempts at happiness The sadness of reality I'm OK, I've been OK, I'll stay OK I took the bullets from the carport, toossed them in my backpack Placed a set of keys inside the grill I left the title to the house inside the piano bench And my lawyer's got the will |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
When I was younger, worrying about it
Trying to make these decisions for myself And I go on to ask myself what's right and wrong about it And I don't really know what makes it, ask yourself Now I see you, you want to ask me I want you to ask me, I want you to ask me What does it matter? What does it mean? Sometimes I don't know why you want to try and help me I get so confused I start to fall over backwards Then I ask this to myself, and see within myself And wonder what it means, and ask these questions to myself Now I'm a little bit older And I'm not a hell of a lot wiser So I've gotta sit down and contemplate it Should I talk to the mirror, should I talk to the wall? Should I even talk at all? Would a little tiny bit of action, would it make it even seem to matter anymore? I guess it matters just to you All this I've done for you |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
What you say / what you mean
And the space between those words What you know / anymore I don't think so anymore What you say / what you mean And the distance that's between Those two words / anymore I don't think so anymore What you say / what you mean I don't think so anymore Anymore / time between What you say and what you mean I need more To talk to you so bad So bad I could Cry again, just like last time Don't cry any more / I don't mind It's a waste of time Don't need anymore / time between Between those words, you and me Time between you and me / anymore Anymore / time between / I don't think so any more Time between / what'd you say I don't think so anymore I need more / you need More is what you say Anymore (I'll go away) Sick of yourself / sick of yourself Sick of being someone else I'm sick of myself / sick of Everything I am / any Time between / you and/ everything Time between / you and / this Look at me / look at me I'm as useless as can be No time anymore / not tired anymore Tired of what you see in me Time between / you and me Time between two words any more Not anymore / not anymore It's the time between you and me Not any more / not any more It's the time between you and me Any more |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
Overhearing conversations turn
into dust Critically acclaimed and publicity defamed There's nothing I can say about it Much less I could do about it Who cares anyway? Who cares anyway? There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now Monkeys made of brass fly out of your ass Self-destructive fool fell into the pool So content with treading water If it doesn't get much hotter Tired of everyday's morality plays There's nothing I can do about it Screw it, I don't care about it Nothing I can say about it Hey, it's OK now I'm so tired of trying to explain I'm so bored I hardly stand the strain Everything you hate Is everything that you created Rollercoaster pharmacy of ups and downs Endless ride upon your merry-go- round Stupid is as stupid says Now it all goes to your head Inspirations fade / the failing grade |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going to Standing at the City Center In the middle of the winter I was waiting for you And you were due When I got back, you said you were leaving Leaving, you said right away And coming back for the sake of retrieving Things you'd forgotten on that day Still now my eyes are burning With the sight of your returning Everywhere I look, I'm finding you I remember you Familiar places that we turned into gardens Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true I'm begging you now a thousand pardons For all of the wastelands we've been through I remember asking whether Or where we could be together You smiled at me, and you said "Soon" |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Now, you look like you just got back from somewhere
Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true Together we went nearly to nowhere Nowhere really worth going to Standing at the City Center In the middle of the winter I was waiting for you And you were due When I got back, you said you were leaving Leaving, you said right away And coming back for the sake of retrieving Things you'd forgotten on that day Still now my eyes are burning With the sight of your returning Everywhere I look, I'm finding you I remember you Familiar places that we turned into gardens Somewhere, yeah, you know that it's true I'm begging you now a thousand pardons For all of the wastelands we've been through I remember asking whether Or where we could be together You smiled at me, and you said "Soon" |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
I can walk the bed of nails
I'm not the only one But some, they cannot walk the jagged line Callous, concentrating For nails are sharp as lies I run the jagged line From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And several bags of nails I could build a wall to lean on Roof above my mind I can see you've got your own plans Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine I can walk the bed of nails Grin and bear the pain But some, they cannot deal with all things Always sacrificing For lies are sharp as nails And all the pain it brings Sometimes I just pretend that all the lies are true And I know I might depend on you But if my concentration breaks I'm washed away with pain And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails And I'm stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies Inside my bed of nails From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And several bags of nails I could build a wall to lean on Roof above my mind I can see you've got your own plans Please don't drive your nails into this heart of mine |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
It's a one-horse town
One big desert Asphalt desert Asphalt jungle Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Change for the worse Change nonetheless Hey hey hey Got no place to stay Beyond the threshold I hear machines They burst at the seams But tar and feathers All stick together Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold Greetings from here I wish you were here Hear what I say but You can't hear me at all Beyond the threshold... |
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from Bob Mould - Poison Years (1994)
Checking in every morning
To the sound of steam and caffeine The sludge in the bottom of the cup Just like the sludge in the stream Slag heap keep growing higher Every morning the sky, it's on fire And it's only 9 AM again Is there an upside to every downside? Keep it inside, it's a downward slide of broken glass Keeps building in piles And I don't know I don't know if the sun ever smiles It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as I'm walking through the parking lot Over and over and over and over and over and over The clouds hanging over Choking the life out of me The motto seems to be "We work in order to be free" It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again Over and over and over and over and over and over again Where were you in my hour of need (I never see the sun stop shining) The clouds roll over the sunlight (Someone stopped the sun from shining) And I stand here, ready to bleed (I never see the sun stop shining) A little rain is all we need (Someone stopped the sun from shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (I never see the sun stop shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (Someone stopped the sun) Here it comes again |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
Checking in every morning
To the sound of steam and caffeine The sludge in the bottom of the cup Just like the sludge in the stream Slag heap keep growing higher Every morning the sky, it's on fire And it's only 9 AM again Is there an upside to every downside? Keep it inside, it's a downward slide of broken glass Keeps building in piles And I don't know I don't know if the sun ever smiles It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again I feel the toxins fill my blood stream as I'm walking through the parking lot Over and over and over and over and over and over The clouds hanging over Choking the life out of me The motto seems to be ""We work in order to be free"" It's the black sheets of rain Following me again Everywhere I go Everywhere I've been Following me again Over and over and over and over and over and over again Where were you in my hour of need (I never see the sun stop shining) The clouds roll over the sunlight (Someone stopped the sun from shining) And I stand here, ready to bleed (I never see the sun stop shining) A little rain is all we need (Someone stopped the sun from shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (I never see the sun stop shining) Where will you be in my darkest hour of need? (Someone stopped the sun) Here it comes again |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Got something to say
Like something to me Well just go ahead and spit it out It's all the same, you see What's that, it doesn't make sense Are you talking in tongues Or is your brain out of gear I can hear it rattle in your head I can see your lips move BLAH BLAH BLAH But all I hear is Got something to say Like something to me Well just go ahead and spit it out It's all the same, you see It's coming out better But it doesn't make sense Is that a head on your shoulders Or something you use for ornamentation |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
I walk through the day
Through the open fields I walk to my truck To my truck and drive away To the road Through the broken roads, trusty road I was headed for the road The road that runs that way And I, I see the train The trains don't run to Brasilia I walked through the fields Through the fields to Brasilia My ticket stub says I'm going I'm going to Trenton When my friends stop by I try to impress them, no buildings over two stories high Except my house, oh my my, I see See crossed lattice work made out of brick I see buildings With laundry hanging out of the window Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see Brasilia crossed with Trenton When you live in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away and wild You make games, I make games that I play most once a day I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton Department store The only place that I buy clothes anymore I used to be a big shopper 'round the world Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore 'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe To these cards anymore They don't take these things down at the bank They just take money Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Imagination runs away for a while I play games about once a day or so I don't know, that's where I'd rather go Brasilia crossed with Trenton I wish that I could tell my story To all the people that listened to my story long ago I knew that this would happen sooner or later That I'd get disillusioned with it all Just throw my hands up to the sky and say Oh Lord, what happened, what happened To make things run this way Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere Your imagination runs away for a while You learn to play games about once every day or so I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton Brasilia crossed with Trenton |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Brick on the head from the top of the ceiling
Urban sniper, urban killer Won't be finished until you're dead Urban sniper, urban killer Brick out the window, top of the head Brick on the head 'cause you're a fuckhead Brick at the window, top of my head You're a fuckhead |
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from No Alternative (1993)
And it's strange to watch the things we had all fade away
It all seemed so certain, it all seemed so permanent And I'm sure no one else suspected anything was wrong It all seemed so perfect; our house was built on good intentions Promise not to see it end this way So unsure of what remains at home Nothing left in common We faced up to all the fears, it's time for consequences Chorus: It's gone and I can't find it You're gone and I can't fight it Divvied up the friendships that we used to share Try and understand me if I stumble now and then Some miscommunication stood between both you and I You made your decision, here's hoping it's the right one But God knows this decision you can change And I can never hold you down again this I understand So please forgive the tears there's no turning back Chorus |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour I guess I better think up a way to spend my time Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime Should I go swimming or get a friend to hang around It's back to summer, it's back to basics, hang around Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band And getting out of school meant getting out of hand Was this your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer? Then the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds I summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there Do you remember when the first snowfall fell? When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell? |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
She gave her little child a name
A ward of welfare she became And then one day she met a man Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope It was his aluminum That attracted her to him And quite a day there did unfold Turning garbage into gold Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope She took that money in a trunk And bought a bunch of worthless junk And now they're back where they began Digging through the trash for cans Charity, chastity, prudence, and hope |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
I picked up my belongings
In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call He said, "The sky's the limit On this chartered trip away," Guess I'd better stay Out there on the desert I see trees on every wall Nothing's ever solved He said, "The sky's the limit On this chartered trip away," Guess I'd better stay away I thought I owed myself a trip away I wanted to go to places I have never been away I looked at the pictures Imagine where they lay away On a beach, by the sea Where their clothes all lay away I picked up my belongings In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away Guess I'd better stay Out there on the desert I see trees on every wall Nothing's ever solved Horizon is oblivious, chartered trip away Guess I'd better stay away I thought I owed myself a trip away I wanted to go to places I have never been away I looked at the pictures Imagine where they lay away On a beach, by the sea Where their clothes all lay away I picked up my belongings In a nylon carry-all I hear the porter call He said, "There's no returning From this chartered trip away,"... |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
You always chase me
You ought to be my buddy Lie to my Face your fears Then climb on everybody I belong to truth so I can Clearly see right through you I can keep this feeling when I'm down And out of juju You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. As the sun begins to burn Your bullshit and decieving I can send some dissapointment Build-up that's unwaving You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. I can feel the teardrops bring Your sadness on my grave here In a minute sunshine baby Help me back on this year You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. You realize I'm reaching higher ends You realize I'm reaching higher ends Sometimes we make our own choices Sometimes we take our chances Nowhere to walk away Nowhere to stay You realize I'm reaching higher ends You realize I'm reaching higher ends We try to find the balance We try to keep it straight We try to stay in tune We modulate |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
You always chase me
You ought to be my buddy Lie to my Face your fears Then climb on everybody I belong to truth so I can Clearly see right through you I can keep this feeling when I'm down And out of juju You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. As the sun begins to burn Your bullshit and decieving I can send some dissapointment Build-up that's unwaving You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. I can feel the teardrops bring Your sadness on my grave here In a minute sunshine baby Help me back on this year You come on, so strong So back off, it's all wrong, When you comeonstrong. You realize I'm reaching higher ends You realize I'm reaching higher ends Sometimes we make our own choices Sometimes we take our chances Nowhere to walk away Nowhere to stay You realize I'm reaching higher ends You realize I'm reaching higher ends We try to find the balance We try to keep it straight We try to stay in tune We modulate |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Found a book of interest the other day
Compositions for the young and old to sing Poems written many years ago They told of family and hope and other things Put together in the old days When fifteen cents, it was a buck That's when five would get you ten Before it took you eight just to get you one Some people, they don't care when they're down on their luck Cheap thrills are awful hard to find these days No one is amused for free Someone's pulling on your mama's apron strings You'd better run and see who it is Playing cards with your neighbors on the back porch Singing with an old beat-up guitar Going to the local swimming hole Until they closed it down, now there's nowhere to go Things used to be so simple, long time ago Now everything is so expensive and complicated I hear you need a license for just about anything Used to be that a handshake was a man's word Now we settle arguments in court No one trusts anyone's intentions anymore Rummaging through the attic when I'm home It brings back those memories to me I'd amuse myself when I was small When I was younger, the simplest things would do Now I'm on everybody's mailing list For things I can't afford to buy I hear the weatherman He says ""It looks like rain for a while"" I guess I'll have to stay inside Make peanut butter sandwiches and cry |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Avalanche looms overhead
Airplane flies overhead Important man sits by the window Sucked out of the first class window Images run by, a thousand miles an hour But the time seems far away Folding clothes in a folding closet Folding money in your resume It's time to let off some pressure It's time to let off some steam All your notebooks get thrown away And you start your diary clean Crystal glass lined up in a row Watched over by the G.I. Joes Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights When civilization falls in its grave Technology throws on the dirt You realize the finest things in life Are the ones that can never be hurt Time to let off some pressure Time to let off some steam All your notebooks get thrown away You start your diary clean Crystal glass lined up in a row Watched over by the G.I. Joes Sugar in your coffee doesn't taste quite right Feeling the effects for a hundred thousand nights Shatters your brain It shatters your brain Shatters your brain It shatters your brain Shatters your brain in a million tiny pieces The sounds you hear aren't coming out right You think it might be mystic, you think I might be cryptic The crystal in your china case is breaking in a million tiny pieces |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
A nine digit number
For every living soul That is all they talk about At Data Control They know everything about you Keeping secrets is too hard Your life is all recorded for you In holes punched in computer cards Data Control (digital readout) Data Control (perforated feedout) Data Control (microfilm files) Data Control (1984 style) A multinational corporation A stockholder's dream A nightmare of diversity A defense system so supreme Too technical to talk about Too complex for layman's brains It's enough to make you paranoid Or drive you crazy losers sane |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Well, I'm standing in the queue
And I can't stand any more missing you And I can't stand the pain And I can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction There's no flights home today And no services out on the motorway And I can't leave the ground And I can't find a place now to put her down Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction The Atlantic winds are high There's only one virgin and she don't fly And they can't land the plane And they can't get home 'cause of a hurricane Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction Dead set on destruction |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
You're in a deep karma canyon
And your world is so low Even you don't understand it And you've got nowhere to go All you see is mountains, counting All the steps you have to climb Did you get to the chapter In the book of childrens' rhymes Where the happy ever after Is the ending of all time I wish I could believe it, I Guess I would if I was a child Tell me who will keep score for you As we play every day inside a Deep karma canyon When you mind begins to reconstruct The sadness into laughter Maybe you can turn the karma into Happy ever after If you find a way to do this, I'd Appreciate a hand, I'm in a Deep karma canyon |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
Well I'm sorry you're disappointed
But times they change and so did I Standing still and getting nowhere quicker Well it seems I didn't have to try But now I've found a reason to move on And you won't miss me much now that I'm gone You don't seem disappointed The three years I went to college Didn't make much of a difference to me Made me feel so safe I didn't have to think About the things I really wanna be So don't get caught up in that trap They'll make you feel like you've been trapped Into owing them your gratitude And all the other platitudes That make you feel important when you go But now I've found a reason to move on And you won't miss me much now that I'm gone You don't seem disappointed 'Cause when you're gone, somebody else will come along and take your place It doesn't make me feel any less a member of the human race This ain't no race Well I'm sorry you're disappointed But I don't feel that way today I am free from all the crazy games you played I am free from all the things you say And I don't mean to make a mockery of the things you thought I'd say when I left, but I'm not disappointed And if I felt the urge to say you're wrong Well, I just hold the words inside and laugh And you'd be disappointed So disappointed So disappointed |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well, they divided up all the land
We've got states and cities Cities have their neighborhoods And more subdivisions There's countries divided by walls Oceans and latitude And longitude, longing to find out Just what they're missing There's lots of area codes And nine digit zip codes Secret decoder ring codes Arteries, shopping nodes We'll invent some new computers Link up the global village And get AP, UPI, Reuters To tell everybody the news We'll be one happy neighborhood Spread out across the world Who's going to stop that burglar From breaking into my house If he lives that far away We'll be just like old friends No means to your ends The police state is too busy And the neighborhood's getting out of hand Big Brother on every wall Muzak plays in all the halls Empires see the rise and fall They divide, conquer It's not about my politics Something happened way too quick Bunch of men who played it sick They divide, conquer It's all here before your eyes Safety is a big disguise That hides among the other lies They divide, conquer Well, I expect I won't be heard 'Cause my silence is assured Never a discouraging word They divide and conquer They divide and conquer |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
I'm curious to know exactly how you are
I keep my distance but that distance is too far It reassures me just to know that you're okay But I don't want you to go on needing me this way And I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know The day you left me, left me feeling oh so bad Still I'm not sure about all the doubts we had From the beginning we both knew it wouldn't last Decisions have been made, the die has been cast I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know The phone is ringing and the clock says four A.M. If it's your friends, well, I don't want to hear from them Please leave your number and a message at the tone Or you can just go on and leave me alone But I don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know if you are less than lonely Don't want to know if you are lonely Don't want to know, don't want to know |
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from Bob Mould, Niko De Vries - Mould & Nico De Vries Present: Tiefblau 50 (2014) | |||||
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold
Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold It's the loneliest I've been so far Someone left the golden door ajar Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around When they all line up When they all line up Chicken surely knows that fox so well Chicken understands that fox so well Over the fence and down the field Runs that fox so sly Stealing embryo Take those golden go Dreaming, I am Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view Nicotine is from my system, assistance Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door Sweating from my system I'll make across the wall I'll tumble down the wall Dreaming, I am |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
It's the sound of my ego spinning out of control
Sounds in my head that might never come out Stuck in my head, and forever reverberate How do you pluck them out? These are the stories that will never unfold All of the characters cast in stone Years surely weathered them, I don't remember them They've all faded away I'm a child, I'm a baby I can change my mind like any other genius This is genius, this is genuine, this is bullshit Suppressing the violent side That ego can override As a child, as a baby As a phenom, as a meteorite Burned out in the galaxy Where the parking lots are oh so bright |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
If I listened to the things that you said
Everything would fall apart If I did all the things that you do Everything could fall apart Let's not listen to the things that they say Everything can fall apart Let's think about our actions before we do them Everything will fall apart I got nothing to do You got nothing to say Everything is so fucked up I guess it's natural that way Everything falls apart If I did all the things that you do Everything could fall apart If I listened to the things that you told me Everything would fall apart Let's think about our actions before we do them Everything will fall apart If we do all the things as we say Everything can fall apart I got nothing to do You got nothing to say Everything is so fucked up I guess it's natural that way I got nothing to do You got nothing to say Everything is so fucked up I guess we like it that way If I listened to the things that You said everything |
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from Bob Mould, Niko De Vries - Mould & Nico De Vries Present: Tiefblau 50 (2014) | |||||
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
There's a place in the mountains that
we could go We could stock up with diamonds and bars of gold If we wanted a fortune, that's where we'd go And if you wanted to go there, well, let me know And inside Fort Knox, King Solomon is occupied with providence Enough, but not too confident And I get by, goodbye Every night at 11, they drive the gold Through the underground entrance between the poles If we wait for a moment, the guards might go Then I could get the door open and grab some gold But if I should get noticed, don't worry, grab you stuff and go I can deal with King Solomon alone |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
I can hear the treetops in the distance
I can see your hollowed eyes What have you done to yourself in this instance? I guess it comes as no surprise I can see the billboards in the distance Writing is on every wall I don't wanna know about your business Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall Every night it's gotta be adventure The way you live your life's a crime And if you're guilty, will you serve the sentence? You're already doing time There's nothing wrong with having aspirations Nothing wrong with walking tall But if misfortune deals the consequences Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall I know the difference, you keep your distance I don't wanna know what you've got Is it pathetic to be sympathetic? Maybe you don't wanna get caught Caught up in something that's real That could last for a lifetime Nothing like the disease Disease that's in your mind There's nothing wrong with having aspirations Nothing wrong with walking tall But if misfortune deals the consequences Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall I can see your life disintegrating Into ashes in your hand And I know you wouldn't want to tell me What is wrong 'cause you're a man I can see the billboards in the distance Writing is on every wall I don't wanna know about your business Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall |
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998) | |||||
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from Bob Mould, Niko De Vries - Mould & Nico De Vries Present: Tiefblau 50 (2014) | |||||
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
The gut From the gut
It hurts Hurts so much The same Quite the same You know Know too much It's yours Yours no more It's mine For the time That I'm Without you |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
The gut From the gut
It hurts Hurts so much The same Quite the same You know Know too much It's yours Yours no more It's mine For the time That I'm Without you |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
There's a girl who lives on Heaven Hill
I go up to her cabin still She keeps a lantern lit for me And a bottle up on her mantelpiece She's the girl who lives on Heaven Hill She's got a big room and it's always a mess Worn out shoes and a worn out dress A worn out smile that she'll wear some more And a worn out welcome mat by her door I'd trade big mountains and rooms full of gold For just one look at the beauty of this woman's soul Up on Heaven Hill is where I wanna be That girl, that bottle, that mattress, and me |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
It's only getting darker
It may be moving faster Well it won't stop spinning But how long will it remain? This repulsive world The crimes we all commit It's not your gravity It's not your gravity Gravity The tension keeps building The changes are rapid We're through competing Is it better to retreat? This repulsive world The crimes we all comit It's not your gravity It's not my gravity Gravity |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
I see you sleep with him
And yeah, I guess that's cool Well, I just stand at the foot of the bed And now yo watch me stew It's not a matter of pride It's not a matter of anything I just watched someone die in this room Now you're watching everything You can go anywhere I'm not in love with your hair And now you stand there and stare I'm not in love with your hair And I don't give a fuck about it I don't give a fuck what you do I'm so sick of being with you I'm so fucked up being with you |
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from Bob Mould - Poison Years (1994)
Another exit on the freeway
Another bridge I cannot bear to cross alone And I've been on the mend I've been getting ready to change my name again And once I had a love so fair Once I had a reason to keep on Left a paragraph taped up on my door It said "Don't wait up 'cause I ain't comin' home" So I've been driving far and wide to find my call in life Been looking for a place where I belong I guess a little pain never killed anyone I guess I feel that way again I can't come clean, I cannot stay Got no reason to explain I've been here too long, I need a change And I hope you'll understand Stained glass window never gonna carry my name Been laid to rest in a field of sticks and stones And above my head all that's left are footsteps Of some kid too young too far away from home So don't send me invitations to your big parade Place of residence unknown In my eyes there is no compromise There is no calm before the storm These things happen all the time Should I throw myself from the hanging tree? Is there a place for those of us who don't belong? I haven't found it yet |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
Another exit on the freeway
Another bridge I cannot bear to cross alone And I've been on the mend I've been getting ready to change my name again And once I had a love so fair Once I had a reason to keep on Left a paragraph taped up on my door It said "Don't wait up 'cause I ain't comin' home" So I've been driving far and wide to find my call in life Been looking for a place where I belong I guess a little pain never killed anyone I guess I feel that way again I can't come clean, I cannot stay Got no reason to explain I've been here too long, I need a change And I hope you'll understand Stained glass window never gonna carry my name Been laid to rest in a field of sticks and stones And above my head all that's left are footsteps Of some kid too young too far away from home So don't send me invitations to your big parade Place of residence unknown In my eyes there is no compromise There is no calm before the storm These things happen all the time Should I throw myself from the hanging tree? Is there a place for those of us who don't belong? I haven't found it yet |
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from Husker Du - Candy Apple Grey (1986)
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went, and all he did was cry I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes Asked him what the problem was, he says "here is your disguise" Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Old man lays down by the railroad tracks Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back I asked him what the time was, he says "to hit the road now, Jack" Went back to see him next week, he died of a heart attack and died away Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die And what do I do when they die? Now I'm hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Twenty years ago, saw a friend was walking by
And I stopped him on the street to ask him how it went, and all he did was cry I looked him in the face, but I couldn't see past his eyes Asked him what the problem was, he says "here is your disguise" Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Old man lays down by the railroad tracks Got no paper in his pocket, got no paper on his back I asked him what the time was, he says "to hit the road now, Jack" Went back to see him next week, he died of a heart attack and died away Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Now he's hardly getting over it He's hardly getting used to getting by Grandma, she got sick, she is going to die And Grandpa had a seizure, moved into a hotel cell and died away My parents, they just wonder when they both are going to die And what do I do when they die? Now I'm hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by Hardly getting over it Hardly getting used to getting by |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Krsna walking down the street
Touching me with lotus feet Going to talk to Radharani Going to ask her for her money Hare Krsna |
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from Bob Mould - Black Sheets Of Rain (1999)
I recall what it felt like years ago
And it's all I wanna know And if I don't seem to deal too well With being left alone It's only 'cause I want you for my own Can't you hear me calling you out? Can't you see me falling to the ground? To the ground Well I hope that you'll be happy If it's happiness you find But I can't seem to get you off my mind I wonder where you're going to And I wonder where you've been I wonder if we'll ever meet again Can't you hear me calling you out? Can't you see me falling to the ground? Oh, you'll never know how much i adored you Every time I look around and see how much I ignored you But I don't mind You keep taking up all my time Does it matter to you? Does it matter to me? Does it matter anymore? You win again You win again You win again The more you try to move away The tighter I hold on (Listen, can't you hear me calling?) But what will you hold onto when I'm gone? (Jesus, can't you see me falling?) But you've made other plans And I guess I understand (Listen, can't you hear me calling?) I ain't got much choice but to understand (Jesus, can't you see me falling?) Can't you hear me calling you out? Can't you see me falling to the ground? Can't you hear me calling you out? Can't you see me falling to the ground? You win again |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Days come, days go by
So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And nothing will ever change The words exchanged for revenge inside You know these things take time Now and then, these words Make me laugh so powerful Going through several lies They've never been so true I know that I'm used to time You know what it is, don't you? Some words make us all cry It's so talented If anybody could read my mind And share with me these thoughts Of all the enemies left behind And friends that time forgot Pretending nothing could ever faze you Well, some things never change Tell me why do these words ring home How can you heartbreak a stranger? Days come, days go by So it matters, so you say But it's all coming back in a way And everyone knows a way And everybody runs away From somebody who cries |
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from Bob Mould - Bob Mould (1996)
Tired epileptic charade
Get on the plane and fly away I knew you when I knew you when You had something to say The Twentieth Century Has not been particularly kind to me So when asked to define You feign the benign And decline to answer properly You feel threatened now There's other icons flying higher now As you grab for the past You know it won't last There's no need to describe it I hope someone else is driving you I hope someone else intelligent is driving you Now the myth disintegrates Nothing else is permanent |
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from Bob Mould, Niko De Vries - Mould & Nico De Vries Present: Tiefblau 50 (2014) | |||||
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from Husker Du - Ware House/ Songs & Stories (1998)
Barren lands and barren minds
In another place and time I feel I've never known myself Frozen in the sand again See the blank expressions waiting for progression They're standing still in place and time And no one's moving, they're only Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice All machines and all are one Catching up on what's been done Stealing glimpses from the past These impressions always last Never penetrating, always contemplating We sit and count the blessings but we're blessed by icons No one else could Trust in ice cold ice cold ice We'll stay together till the end Thinking you might be a friend We sit and pray together that they might change the weather My love for you will never die If I sound distant, that's because You shouldn't see me crying ice cold ice |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Barren lands and barren minds
In another place and time I feel I've never known myself Frozen in the sand again See the blank expressions waiting for progression They're standing still in place and time And no one's moving, they're only Standing still in ice cold ice cold ice All machines and all are one Catching up on what's been done Stealing glimpses from the past These impressions always last Never penetrating, always contemplating We sit and count the blessings but we're blessed by icons No one else could Trust in ice cold ice cold ice We'll stay together till the end Thinking you might be a friend We sit and pray together that they might change the weather My love for you will never die If I sound distant, that's because You shouldn't see me crying ice cold ice |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Government authorize education
[Don't mean a thing] They'll teach you what they want you to think [Don't mean a thing] Saturation of stars and stripes [Don't mean a thing] The only freedom worth fighting for is for what you think Why bother spending time Reading up on things Everybody's an authority In a free land |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Government authorize education
[Don't mean a thing] They'll teach you what they want you to think [Don't mean a thing] Saturation of stars and stripes [Don't mean a thing] The only freedom worth fighting for is for what you think Why bother spending time Reading up on things Everybody's an authority In a free land |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Questions like a candle that's burning at both ends
Never find an answer that fits in your plans Back and forth between the good and the bad it's indecision time You're so natural, you're so free So don't decide what's best for me Nothing in your life is ever going on course You wonder if living could be much worse Go to the left, go to the right Your mind is going to keep you up all night You twist in your sleep, grabbing the sheets, sweating to death Sucking on pollution like a rattle in your mouth You're a big fucking kid, you don't know what you're about Tell me about your fellow man You wipe their shit all over your hands |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
You can do what you want to do
You can say what you want to say You can think what you think you want It doesn't matter anyway It's not funny anymore Play what you want to play Hear what you want to hear Don't worry about the result Or the effect it has on your career Act like you want to act Be what you want to be Find out who you really are And don't pay any attention to me |
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from Bob Mould - Poison Years (1994)
Lately I've been thinking
And how the whole world's come undone Everybody's got this sinking feeling Feeling they're on the run But I know a place where time stands still I can picture it in my mind But I'm not sure if we can get there (There is no reason reasons rhyme Why can't you see we're almost out of time) It's too late it's too late it's too late To cover what you've done It's too late it's too late it's too late To call for anyone at all Well I guess I should be so brave to think that I'm the only one who knows It's too late it's too late it's too late To cover what you've done Oh no we need a change (This world's stranger now) Now is not the time to run away (There must be a way) A way that we could listen to the warning signs so pay attention This is my intention to prevent this fate before it gets too late And as the hands of the clock go round and round And the world keeps marching on Can you afford to let it fall now? (The fish in all the streams are dying Fluorocarbons fill the sky And I don't really want to die before my time has come) It's too late it's too late it's too late To cover what you've done It's too late it's too late it's too late To call for anyone at all Well I guess I should be so brave to think that I'm the only one who knows It's too late it's too late it's too late it's too late Now now It's too late (Lately I've been thinking Haven't had that sinking feeling now) |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Only angels have wings, girl
And poets have all the words The earth belongs to the two of us And the sky belongs to the birds You've given me so much happiness That I'll wrap up and give you this song You gotta grab it with both hands You gotta keep hanging on... The cat walks to the window And I hear the key turn in the door Know one knows and anything goes And everything falls on the floor The apartment starts shaking And the roof opens up to the sun The crows flying in parallel lines And golly, isn't this great fun? Laying in each other's arms We're sleepy, begin to nod And we start to dream of grandiose things Oh god, oh god, oh god You gotta keep hanging on |
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from Bob Mould, Niko De Vries - Mould & Nico De Vries Present: Tiefblau 50 (2014) | |||||
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Well, the silence in this house
It echoes in this house I pull myself together, say "Today I will get out" The world, it changed without me You should hear what I've been told The streets I see are blasphemy Lined with paper cups and gold And in some dream, I think That every word I dare to speak Someone's always leaning over me Lean all over me A giant vision in the distance Chase that rainbow down I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest I hear a knock, a knocking sound It's the slivers flowing through my veins It's a sign that I'm alive You're lucky, oh my friend, so lucky You're lucky just to be alive As words go turning by I wish they'd all come clear In this room Another lonely afternoon I can count the lonely days I get by, as they go by Standing in the stairway by this room By this room (They've held me down for long enough; Like a flower, I need to grow) The frail and tender heart Been shipwrecked with a fool Feeling so abused, well, sometimes Life can be so cruel And the ones who make decisions for you Well, they better understand But you don't know what made me think of that Lonely afternoon |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
You think you know the animal until you strike a certain nerve
A latent homosex become so violent when provoked and now obscured Beyond the rage you feel / There's some appeal in this And objects in the mirror may be much closer than they might appear Someone as beautiful as you would never look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft No one as beautiful as you could ever look at me / Lost zoloft, lost zoloft One Miss America could never service you (Chelsea queen with tambourine) Confined until conformity achieved humiliation (6%, a tight machine) You punch my face again / I'll have to call the State Police I need my fingers fro my work / Brush the dirt stains off your knees |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Time for a lottery, they got your number
Blood for fuel, and limbs for lumber They just wanted more machines For their modern war machine M.I.C. Am I seeing it right? M.I.C. Must be time to fight M.I.C. The war machine is growing M.I.C. I'm not fucking going |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
Can you feel it, feel it, feel it
In your soul Can you tell me Tell me if it's hot or cold Can you tell me what it is Does it hurt you when I do this Stop it, stop it, stop it You're pulling too hard Stop it You're going too far I love it, I hate it, I love it I hate it too I love it So how about you? Can you tell me 'cause I don't know Why don't you tell me why it is so Confusing! |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
I say to you / secrets that I hold so dear
I'm putting all my emotions on display What i say to you / maybe it's that time of year Would you like to see my miniature parade? What I say to you / I thought about those broken hearted Crazy years and I hope that they're gone What I say to you will always stay between your loving arms and mine Why'd you have to tear me up? Didn't I seem sad enough? I can play the clown for you / is that what I'm supposed to do? Sun is falling down like rain, the clouse are mixed with velvet pain Minature parade I bring to you Try to see the reason i get mixed up when I open up my Hopes and fears and wants and needs to you |
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from Husker Du - Zen Arcade (2000)
There are things that I'd like to say
But I'm never talking to you again There's things that I'd like to phrase some way But I'm never talking to you again I'm never talking to you again I'm never talking to you I'm tired of wasting all my time Trying to talk to you I'd put you down where you belong But I'm never talking to you again I'd show you everywhere you're wrong But I'm never talking to you again |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
New day rising
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