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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
What's this humming in my head
Was it something that someone said It's connecting us with them Electric wires turned on again It aggravates, and it pacifies Hear the power in the lines Strung high on every pole How can this power be bought and sold? Trying to harness solar rays Making minutes seem like days It captivates, and it hypnotize Hear the power in the lines Powerline |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
With her grandmother's face and her father's brown eyes
Her own force of will to her mother's surprise A whole look about her that says that she may She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away "Let me talk to you Mother," she tried to confess "Go ahead, honey, and wear the white dress Don't let traditions go stand in your way" She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away Well, a man has two reasons for things that he does The first one is pride and the second one is love All understandings must come by this way She lifted her arms and she floated away She floated away, she floated away She lifted her arms and she floated away She don't give a damn what the other girls say She lifted her arms and she floated away |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go
They're ready to go now They got their surfboards And they're going to the Discotheque Du Go Go But Sheena just couldn't stay She had to break away Well New York City really has it all Oh ya, oh ya. Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker Sheena is a punk rocker now. She's a punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker Punk punk, a punk rocker. |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Looking outside my window
And all I see is grey I'm watching the clouds roll by every day And we make a reservation You say you'll be on time I say, "I might be a little late" Well, I pull it together and brush my teeth And comb my hair I stop to think and I can see you there I think of the times you've waited Just for me to care I care about you Checking the clock inside The room we call our own I see that I'm late, I should be going Hop on a local transit Spending all my change And I can still hear the telephone I wanna go back, but I'm halfway to The place where we will meet And I'm half dead on my feet And once I get there, I see Everything's the same Here comes the rain You left me standing I should have guessed that you'd stand me up Why did I even go, now And I guess it goes to show The snow may well thaw out But it goes right down the drain You left me You left me You left me You left me You left me standing in the rain |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
You've seen it all before
You think it's passe But you listen to the same fucking records Every single day You don't like the people who caught on late If they're having fun, Don't participate, be lethargic You're a hypocrite, you're the target |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
Well, I see you walking down the road
And the thoughts within my mind explode But having to hold back taught me a lot about control And letting all loose at once when it was time to let you know You occupied my space and you occupied your mind By jumping off the roof to the first conclusion you can find Now all the silver you can steal Can't buy a piece of what I feel It's sad, but the means, they just don't justify the ends To be forever haunted by the ghosts of all your friends Painful, yeah, that's the way you've chosen it to be C'mon, babe, can't you think of anyone besides me? These are the terms! Now don't think you're the only who has harboured a self-hate I'm just as guilty of selling what my own sweet soul creates And don't feel bad the next time my memory comes creepin' You've got your own bed now, I suggest that's the one you sleep in |
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from Husker Du - The Living End-Live (2008)
I was talking
When I should have been listening I didn't hear a word that anyone said It must not have been so very important 'Cause I was concerned about instead What's going on What's going on What's going on inside my head |
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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 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 Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
We lock the gaze tightly upon each other
No others come near, no others come between As you remain beside me muted and studying In beauty and radiant heat I will write the words I want to hear you say On a page torn from my diary I hand you the sacred text and wait for you to place it Across the hole in my heart smoothing the edges from the center Affixing it in place with sugar water and saliva I want you to read these words to me every day This is where the thought resides Stuck upon my heart on the outside I am speechless in your beauty, you are flawless in my eyes As your eyes show my reflection I try to ignore the decay and listen harder to the tone The pitch of your broad chest as it exhales into mine Old highs, new lows. Ain't that how life goes. |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
True blue star: would you stay in my heart?
Or will you fool me once again? Time to remember and forget the love you gave, the deep regret. And in the end, return to dust; and in the end, return we must The verse, the bridge, the one refrain; the turn, the happiness, the pain. When I am stripped of everything, I have the plainsong left to sing. What do you want to be? Will you grow up like me? What do I have to defend? Where will I go in the end? Growing old, it's hard to be the angry young man. Turn away. Turn and walk away. Beyond profane and holy word, a thought profound, but never heard. With all compassion in your eyes, you cast me downward from the sky. Feeling the earth moving under my feet, all that was firm is collapsing. Eyes going blind, all is silent. Peace. |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
Shelter me from everything you do
Shelter me I cant see the truth Keep me from this pain I see Keep me from the pain you deal Keep me from reality Keep me in suspended disbelief I can't see the truth from you I can't see reality I can't see the truth from you reality Shelter me from everything you do Shelter me suspended disbelief Shelter me shelter me from yoou Shelter me sheltered from the truth Shelter me keep me from the truth Shelter me suspended disbelief A little less affection every day As it resonates, reverberates, and trails away The slow romantic decay As is resonates, reverberates, and trails away |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
Please listen to me / and don't disagree
Even as we fight / it doesn't matter to me Here alone in this place / here alone in my bed I feel your warmth on my face / and these thoughts in my head Everything I say to you feels stupid now Feelings that i shared with you are over now Haven't I been enough of a fool for you? Everything I say to you feels stupid now |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
There were trails of fallen trees
Deciduous and weeding marsh The lowland birds and crickets roared The final sound of fall Along the banks of the river We approached the footbridge Entering the wilderness Following my footstep The silence between us is the time When I can't hear the thoughts That's on your mind, yeah Beyond the panic and worried that Seems to consume most every thought There lies a calm and steady hand That someday you might see Perhaps it isn't what you wanted Or even what you're looking for But once you see the symmetry Once you see the you and me The silence between us is the time When I can't hear the thoughts That's on your mind, yeah Winter lovers, we're so nervous The words will disappear What thoughts are on your mind, yeah You park the car outside the Holiday Inn We cross the highway single-file And you were walking in a hurry And there was me without water with a smile Yeah! The silence between us is the time When I can't hear the thoughts That's on your mind, yeah Winter lovers, we're so nervous The words will disappear What thoughts are on your mind, yeah On your mind, yeah On your mind, yeah On your mind, yeah |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
If you want it to be, you've got to stand here by me
But if you wanted to leave, go on and make yourself free If you want me to plead, you see me down on my knees You can do as you like, but do you know where it leads? When I wake from my sleep, outside my window I see A little robin that sings a little sonnet for me And every morning, I feel just like that bird in that tree I'd build a nest out of weeds, but would you share it with me? This is very temporary, but I can't do without having you around If it's very temporary, tell me now Just to please you I'd blow my brains out, this is it Cut my heart out with a razor now You're the one in my dreams, how can I make you believe It's all that I want, it's all that I want Now I'm lonely, it's the yearning You infiltrate my thoughts and places in my home This is very temporary, I know that's all you want, I know I know You're the reason I keep breathing and I'll give up the fight if you go Cut my heart out with a razor now |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
as performed by Bob Mould
as interpreted by Matthew Savoie Is it a crime, to want to show your soul We've wasted our time, another black hole This guide is not even lost, not even sure Now find the disease or the cure Has life lost all its glory and wonder Sad tales are told again and again Sleep toss and turn my old bed What a tale, again and again Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building In a building high and wide Well it's filed under headdings That no one's quite sure of But Lord knows that everyone tried When the pen meets the paper When the mind, it begins to stray How a sould can lose its will to explain Oh explain, again and again Day after day, day after day, day after day. Oh-- oh-- no no no... We all cry once in a while It doesn't fit well with your smile But then are those tears, are they for real Again and again it's how you feel If I was losing life, when picked from the ground A nice arrangement for the occation But when flowers when moved from place to place Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation Mmmmmm oh ah--- no now... When a sleepless night A flame attempts to spark us all We might burn, candle light A waste of time, another dead soul If these walls around my soul could talk The words would lose importance Within these walls I hold So hear these words We all want to leave a mark somewhere With those of us who feign to care If all fortune its times we find a way To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time. Is it a crime? |
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from Bob Mould - District Line (2008)
You plead with yourself / but he's leading you on
It's the same thing every time / every time I am determined not to fall into that trap again It's the things I need for myself / and not a way to validate Or partner up with some great statue That never moves or goes on dates And chasing the one who's running away While being chased by the one you don't want It's the race to be whole / and it's always unfair It'll break your heart for a while / break your heart for a while The passion hoping wanting / is what drove you to be What you are today / what you are today The shape shifting, weightlifting Hope the presentation will catch his eye And it did, and then he saw the string He grabbed it and leads you on your leash You offered it up / so don't blame anyone but yourself And just the moment you think / just at the moment you think You're closing the deal / he walks to the other side of the world And closes the door in your face You never give me the things I need / and yet I stay here, I remain Hoping you will see the things I need / But I've come to learn You don't even see me / I am invisible to You don't even see me / I am invisible Who needs to dream? I don't want to dream about the future I only hope that I can make it to tomorrow |
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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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Workbook (2003)
Poison thoughts in my mind
Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy In an act like Jesus Christ Stare into the sun You don't see eye to eye with anyone I throw it all away (Don't talk to me no more) The more I think, the less I've got to say (I don't remember you no more) About these poison years: it's just a memory And every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up off the ground Pull myself apart again At the end of this rope Rope at the end of the line I see you swing by your neck on a vine Treason is the reason for my poison years Leaves are changing seasons of my poison years Poison years in my mind Got to free myself from this bind I know I'm a reasoning guy Every time you knock me down It's all that I can do to get up To get up off the ground |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Jackrabbit done run cross that road
Goin' to motel in the sky That rabbit done, story been told Why that jackrabbit done go die? Old turtle go next cross that road He crawlin' as low as he can That turtle done talk to that toad Turtle don't cross here again And everybody goes whichever way the wind blows Young chicken done cross near that road He listen to traffic go by That chicken done, story been told To get to the other side I warn ya, don't go near that road I know that road, it's a bitch I walk right next to that road All hanging out in the ditch If ever you travel that road You better keep over your side And keepin' your hands on the wheel That road be a long road to ride |
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from Bob Mould - Workbook (2003)
Wishing well runs wet and dry
I wish for things I never had Surrounds and wells up in my eyes The screaming voice, it lies Wishing well gets someone's attention Every wish you ever had In a day of nights, in the darkest of light Sits and cries, watch the lies Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Deepest light, the secret lies Wishing well gives you all that you desire Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains That you ever happened upon The silent wish, it calls you out Calls you out by name Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high City lights, wish delights What if the waters and wishes appear? Will the price be no object? I wish for dreams of light I live for wishing well surprise Twist and shape on the winding twine Around the spindle winds Wish again, four times again Four wishes deep into the well There's a price to pay for a wish to come true Trade a small piece of your life Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil Mountain high, the mountain high The wish is only to speak a kind Kind of word, so benign absurd The well, three wishes run dry Wishing well is dry When no grass grows, the weeds run in line Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry |
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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 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 - 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 Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
As the meteor flies / Ice forming in outer space
In this constellation nation / Puts a smile upon your face You leave a vapor trail / I can find you inside the cloud On my hands and knees / Beg and crawl around Think about all the good times baby / Think about all the times we had Think about what you mean to me and / Think about the days you were bad So now you walk away / Take your keys and head to the door Wet pavement and sidewalks / You walk the runway You are the brightest star / You are quasar |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
Forever fidelity / I know you're tired, so I'll let you sleep
We'll share our secret world with no one What you feel when you're with me / Do you worry you're in love with me? We'll undercover things our own way That stupid lamebrain / What a little pecker, 1-2-3 Won't talk, I know they don't believe me Bus stop, glory hole, latrine / Ollie ollie infree social scene The novocaine fades away There's a rumor in the base exchange / Divorcing from a daisy chain She wouldn't know about loyalty So do whatever it takes / I can wait a few more days To get away from this insanity This stupid lamebrain / It's a total fucking travesty Listen, I don't care if you believe me Don't stop, and don't hesitate / And you can do anything until The novocaine wears off of me Ripe fruit falls from the tree / Charged seed spread soylent green It's something going somewhere Some pure adrenaline / Might bring me back again Back to you, stay beside me, in dreams |
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Mystified, fire red sky / Sundown fog lifts up and down
Feel my head get trapped inside a tangle of wires Fighting with the undertow / Smelling salts and ocean sand Crack the sunset safety glass another day / I could never trouble you to stay Crack the sunset safety glass another day / Yellow ball is fading away Come down from the second floor / My familiar memory Devil jumping from the ledge consume my soul Faster round the roller rink / Smell of meat and suicide Guides me nearer to dementia |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
Mystified, fire red sky / Sundown fog lifts up and down
Feel my head get trapped inside a tangle of wires Fighting with the undertow / Smelling salts and ocean sand Crack the sunset safety glass another day / I could never trouble you to stay Crack the sunset safety glass another day / Yellow ball is fading away Come down from the second floor / My familiar memory Devil jumping from the ledge consume my soul Faster round the roller rink / Smell of meat and suicide Guides me nearer to dementia |
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from Bob Mould - Modulate (2002)
The world, it owes you nothing / You're such a mark for yourself
No wonder no one pays attention to you now Don't talk about me to your friends / And you've become embarrasing So was it worse back then, or is it worse right now? Some deadbeat dad who lives at home / And I don't like your favorite song So please don't call me anymore / I don't wanna know you The clock has stopped at 4:08 / And I stand, still so far away The basement window sheds no sunlight on your fate I took the high road for you too long / And I still hate your favorite song So let there be no doubt what this one's all about |
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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 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 - 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 - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Tell us we're obnoxious
You can't sell our product Who asked you to? Say we play too fast The music's not gonna last Well, I think you're wrong You don't like the way we look Obnoxious You don't like the way we talk Obnoxious You can all go get fucked Obnoxious |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Take a look around this bar
Take a look around this place Take a look around this hall Think it's a fucking gym? Kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch Who's your friend? Who's your friend? Who's your friend? Who's your friend? Your enemy. Take a look around this bar Take a look around this place Take a look right in the mirror What are you, a fucking queer? Kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch Who's your friend? Where's your friend? He's over there, he's gonna fuck it up For everybody. Kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch and kick and punch Who's your friend? Who's your friend? Where's your friend? I guess he'd rather be punch drunk. |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
You're like a relic, you're like a ghost
Can't see a thing 'cause your eyes are closed Dirt cheap love is a thing of the past I feel hate 'cause I move fast You think the whole world is incense, peace and love You can't escape the signals from above |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
Sunshine Superman
Sunshine came softly through my window today I could have tripped out easy but I've changed my ways. It'll take time I know it, but in a while... You're gonna be mine and I know it, we'll do it in style. Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now... Any trick in the book, oh baby, that I can find. Everybody's hustling just to have a little scene. When I say we'll be cool, well, I think that, you know what I mean. We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when... I know a beach where baby, it never ends. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now... Any trick in the book, oh baby, that I can find Superman or Green Lantern ain't got, nothin' on me. I can make like a turtle and dive for pearls in the sea You can just sit there thinkin', on your velvet throne About all the rainbows you can have for your own. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll tell you right now... I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. I'll tell you right now... |
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from Husker Du - Everything Falls Apart And More (2002)
You've seen it all before
You think it's passe But you listen to the same fucking records Every single day You don't like the people who caught on late If they're having fun, Don't participate, be lethargic You're a hypocrite, you're the target |
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