this is probably one of my favourite songs off of her album, an album that by the way is excellent start to finish and really represents her well as a collection of songs.. if you haven't heard of her yet, you should definitely look into it - beautiful music with words that have a grasp on you after just one listen.. her smooth/soulful/sultry voice is really close to Esthero's, but that is definitely not a bad thing in any way..
I know what I said
Was heat of the moment
But theres a little truth in between the words we've spoken
Its a little late now to fix the heart thats broken
Please don't ask me where I'm going
Cause I don't know
No I don't know anymore
It used to feel like heaven
Used to feel like may
I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony
Now they've gone away
Nobody wants to face the truth
But you wont believe what love can do
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you
Went to the old flat
Guess I was trying to turn the clock back
How come that nothing feels the same now when I'm with you
We used to stay up all night in the kitchen
When our love was new
Oooh love I'm a fool to believe in you
Cause I don't know
No I don't know
Anymore
It used to feel like heaven
It used to feel like may
I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony
Now they've gone away
Nobody wants to know the truth
Until their hearts broken
Don't you dare tell them
What you think to do
Till they get over
You can only learn these things
From experience
When you get older
I just wish that someone would have told me
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you
Till it happens to you
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Stereophonics - "Just Looking"
there's things i want
there's things i think i want
there's things i've had
there's things i wanna have
do i want the dreams
the ones we're forced to see
do i want the perfect wife
the word perfect ain't quite right
shopping every day
take it back the next break
they say the more you fly the more you
risk your life
i'm just looking i'm not buying
i'm just looking keeps me smiling
a house i seen another coulda' been
you drenched my head and said what i said
you said that life is what you make of it
yet most of us just fake
i'm just looking, i'm not buying
i'm just looking, keeps me smiling
there's things i think i want
there's things i've had
there's things i wanna have
do i want the dreams
the ones we're forced to see
do i want the perfect wife
the word perfect ain't quite right
shopping every day
take it back the next break
they say the more you fly the more you
risk your life
i'm just looking i'm not buying
i'm just looking keeps me smiling
a house i seen another coulda' been
you drenched my head and said what i said
you said that life is what you make of it
yet most of us just fake
i'm just looking, i'm not buying
i'm just looking, keeps me smiling
Sunday, September 23, 2007
AZ - "Royal Salute"
It's a thin line between Love & Hate
And due time stable mind seprates what's fake
It's Two kind of papper takers, make no mistake
You got those who touch a little
And there's those who rape
I've been embraced got a face that the game can't shake
I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold Weight
Impeccable taste, Medallion in symmetrical shape
Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape
Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself
Who could beat that, like Lennox I surrendered my belt
I was felt wit Five funnies my cars was dealt
Wit my money and subconscious I was God himself
The weed helped! but overall I was Hip-Hop
Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!
Verbalized like 2Pac wit a East-Coast bop
Then the shit just changed had to switch up lanes
Past predicted the future, though the present exists
Poetic wiser Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss
Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss
But you know 'em people is sick and they Medicine mix
So 50 it's only a run enjoy this here
Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year
And uh it's only fair I make this clear
You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me
If money makes the man then on Iraq land
Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand
You a fan so overall respect my hand
Cuz I can see what's goin' on I respect your scam
And we can toast to the life that showed us both
That tried tribulation only bring forth growth
And when we ghost you could bet who could felt the most
So live your life to the Reaper Approach
And due time stable mind seprates what's fake
It's Two kind of papper takers, make no mistake
You got those who touch a little
And there's those who rape
I've been embraced got a face that the game can't shake
I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold Weight
Impeccable taste, Medallion in symmetrical shape
Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape
Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself
Who could beat that, like Lennox I surrendered my belt
I was felt wit Five funnies my cars was dealt
Wit my money and subconscious I was God himself
The weed helped! but overall I was Hip-Hop
Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!
Verbalized like 2Pac wit a East-Coast bop
Then the shit just changed had to switch up lanes
Past predicted the future, though the present exists
Poetic wiser Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss
Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss
But you know 'em people is sick and they Medicine mix
So 50 it's only a run enjoy this here
Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year
And uh it's only fair I make this clear
You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me
If money makes the man then on Iraq land
Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand
You a fan so overall respect my hand
Cuz I can see what's goin' on I respect your scam
And we can toast to the life that showed us both
That tried tribulation only bring forth growth
And when we ghost you could bet who could felt the most
So live your life to the Reaper Approach
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Josh Martinez - "Rainy Day"
i woke up this morning and realized
there is no job that i’d ever want to spend my whole life doing.
(because i don’t have the patience)
i’ve been thinking as i age, no gray only 23 years old,
but already i’ve become someone i once told myself i would never be.
not that being me is such a bad thing it just sucks
to go from aw shucks to sho nuff then find out
that rhyming as i know it isn’t what it’s all about.
i can’t finish anything i start,
i break hearts and grow flowers on the window sill
still i feel like there’s nothing lifelike in these hands.
now i have to lie crying foul someone breathed too loud
i get another try can i buy a vowel?
oh my god i’m sick of sobb stories.
everybody envies any life but their own nobody thinks to stop moping
and get open spend some time alone.
i gotta read a book, i need to wear more sweaters,
i’m glad i cut my hair i’m glad i stopped wearing underwear.
i’m better off each day less sun shines through my curtain
i’m certain it shouldn’t hurt to get up but it does,
i love the buzz i get forgetting every day i’ve wasted,
i remember kissing but can’t remember how kissing tasted.
i’ve faced my fears with beers and got wasted.
so i suckle on the forty bottle my brain throttled
it buckled under the weight of my slumberstate
i’m way too involved to appreciate.
i’m too evolved to deviate. all alone in my room the booze i reek of
i’m asleep at the wheel with no windshield to speak of.
chorus:
and it’s just another rainy day.
can’t see the rainbow there’s too much gray.
gotta wash this sad face away.
on a cold muggy monday in a dark part of town,
i used my body as a host for those just floating around,
i heard the chant of the chiccadas
and was haunted by the cadence of their stated sound verbatim.
i was vaporized like skies full of napalm calm
raining down like an a-bomb.
and here i am just trying to stay strong.
in the honey-hopping, flower pot to pot, i pan block to block,
all i see is spots to shop and lots of cheap spots to sleep and flowerpots
and coffee grinds empty mugs and lemon rinds.
i jitterbug but cut a better rug after a bittermug of all black coffee,
softly i walk into the next room and think soon it will be me standing there
awfully scared to commit but shit i don’t want to lose
or have to choose between using my music and being used to suit dudes
and now i’m feeling i can’t do shit
i struggle to remain sober rain jump over mud puddles.
i’m passively subtle act all shy and can’t raise my voice,
though i made my choice.
i, so surprised, at how this solemn vow i took to self
to go for delf soured in my dour smile, checked my style,
and with soiled shoes decided i would stay a while,
i parked my car but made to leave, wanting to say what i wore on my sleeve,
wanting to stay but i couldn’t breathe
or read the signs or redefine reasoning
even though i can’t control my own breathing
looking out my window clouds settle low and misty.
watching tracks of tears rolling down my cheek rather swiftly.
sitting on my bed waiting for the sun to lift me.
there is no job that i’d ever want to spend my whole life doing.
(because i don’t have the patience)
i’ve been thinking as i age, no gray only 23 years old,
but already i’ve become someone i once told myself i would never be.
not that being me is such a bad thing it just sucks
to go from aw shucks to sho nuff then find out
that rhyming as i know it isn’t what it’s all about.
i can’t finish anything i start,
i break hearts and grow flowers on the window sill
still i feel like there’s nothing lifelike in these hands.
now i have to lie crying foul someone breathed too loud
i get another try can i buy a vowel?
oh my god i’m sick of sobb stories.
everybody envies any life but their own nobody thinks to stop moping
and get open spend some time alone.
i gotta read a book, i need to wear more sweaters,
i’m glad i cut my hair i’m glad i stopped wearing underwear.
i’m better off each day less sun shines through my curtain
i’m certain it shouldn’t hurt to get up but it does,
i love the buzz i get forgetting every day i’ve wasted,
i remember kissing but can’t remember how kissing tasted.
i’ve faced my fears with beers and got wasted.
so i suckle on the forty bottle my brain throttled
it buckled under the weight of my slumberstate
i’m way too involved to appreciate.
i’m too evolved to deviate. all alone in my room the booze i reek of
i’m asleep at the wheel with no windshield to speak of.
chorus:
and it’s just another rainy day.
can’t see the rainbow there’s too much gray.
gotta wash this sad face away.
on a cold muggy monday in a dark part of town,
i used my body as a host for those just floating around,
i heard the chant of the chiccadas
and was haunted by the cadence of their stated sound verbatim.
i was vaporized like skies full of napalm calm
raining down like an a-bomb.
and here i am just trying to stay strong.
in the honey-hopping, flower pot to pot, i pan block to block,
all i see is spots to shop and lots of cheap spots to sleep and flowerpots
and coffee grinds empty mugs and lemon rinds.
i jitterbug but cut a better rug after a bittermug of all black coffee,
softly i walk into the next room and think soon it will be me standing there
awfully scared to commit but shit i don’t want to lose
or have to choose between using my music and being used to suit dudes
and now i’m feeling i can’t do shit
i struggle to remain sober rain jump over mud puddles.
i’m passively subtle act all shy and can’t raise my voice,
though i made my choice.
i, so surprised, at how this solemn vow i took to self
to go for delf soured in my dour smile, checked my style,
and with soiled shoes decided i would stay a while,
i parked my car but made to leave, wanting to say what i wore on my sleeve,
wanting to stay but i couldn’t breathe
or read the signs or redefine reasoning
even though i can’t control my own breathing
looking out my window clouds settle low and misty.
watching tracks of tears rolling down my cheek rather swiftly.
sitting on my bed waiting for the sun to lift me.
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