373 posts tagged “lyric of the day”

Yeah.  I was watching West Wing this morning and this episode was on.  And I love this song so very very much. 

Lying here in the darkness,
I hear the sirens wail.
Somebody going to emergency -
Somebody's going to jail.
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail.
The wolf is always at the door.

In a New York minute
Everything can change.
In a New York minute
Things can get a little strange.
In a New York minute
Everything can change.
In a New York minute.

And in these days
When darkness falls early,
And people rush home to the ones they love;
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own.
'Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone.
- Don Henley, "New York Minute"

something.

Sorry I've been missing in action the last week or so.  It's been full of drama, not of my own making, and lots of good times.

Here's the question, however:
Do all y'all want me to go back to the Lyric of the Day?  I haven't gotten complaints like I usually do that I haven't been doing it, and if you're not missing it, I'm going to just let it be and just occasionally post lyrics that strike me.

So you decide.  Leave me a comment about it if you want.  If I don't get many comments, then I know it can fade away like old wine evaporates.

I've posted before that if I were to have a theme song, it would be Amy Ray's Driver Education. However, long before that song came out, there was another that I've recently been reminded of.  This really has been me through my entire life - especially with a chosen few.  I'm also a sucker for a well written love ballad.

I make friends.
I make enemies.
It doesn't matter all that much to me.
I'm not the kind
Who deals behind the scenes.
I won't sell my soul;
I'd be nothing
Without some integrity.

I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg for water.
If my soul was on fire,
That's the last thing I would ever do.
I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg for water.
If my soul was on fire,
But I'd get down on my knees
For you.

I've got pride.
It's not the foolish kind.
Don't owe people favors;
That's my piece of mind.
I don't know why
I deserve someone like you,
But you're my one and only sole exception
To all my rules.

I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg for water.
If my soul was on fire,
That's the last thing
I would ever do.
I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg for water.
If my soul was on fire.
But I'd get down on my knees for you.

Real love is hard to find;
It's holding back the sands of time.
And time can change my life
As much as you.

I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg for water.
If my soul was on fire;
You know me well enough to know it's true.
I wouldn't beg for water.
I wouldn't beg
For water.
If my soul was on fire,
But I'd get down on my knees
For you.
- Sheena Easton, "I Wouldn't Beg For Water"

Show us your dirty laundry.

No. 
But you have inspired the Lyric of the Day...

We got the bubble-headed bleach blonde who comes on at five.
She can tell you bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die.
Give us dirty laundry.

Can we film the operation?
Is the head dead yet?
You know, the boys in the newsroom got a running bet.
Get the widow on the set;
We need dirty laundry.

You don't really need to find out what's going on.
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone.
Just leave well enough alone;
Eat your dirty laundry.
- Don Henley, "Dirty Laundry"

Woke up with this song in my head.  Probably because I heard a story on NPR yesterday discussing McCan't and Obama.  Think about the words "just like a woman".  If you think of Dylan, you probably support Obama.  If you think of Shania Twain, you probably support McCan't.  Guess which one came to my mind...

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain.
Everybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes,
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman,
Yes, she does.
She makes love just like a woman,
Yes, she does.
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
- Bob Dylan, "Just Like A Woman"

Same one as last year and the year before. We can heal, but we should never forget all those that were unselfish and heroes in the face of extreme circumstances.  But this time, instead of quoting The West Wing, I'm just going to say that it was extremism that got us here.  And there is nothing about Sarah Palin - especially her religious views - that is not extremely scary for a nation that claims to be tolerant and open to all.  We should be the land of the free - and there is nothing about her that wants us to be that.

Up and down this road I go
Skippin' and dodgin'
From a 44.

10:03 on a Tuesday morning
In the fall of an American dream,
A man is doing what he knows is right
On flight 93.
He loved his mom and he loved his dad.
He loved his home and he loved his man.
But on that bloody Tuesday morning
He died an American.

Now you cannot change this.
You can't erase this.
You can't pretend this is not the truth.

Even though he could not marry,
Or teach your children in our schools
Because who he wants to love
Is breaking your gods' rules.
He stood up on a Tuesday morning.
In the terror he was brave.
And he made his choice
And without a doubt
A hundred lives he must have saved.

And the things you might take for granted -
Your inalienable rights -
Some might chose to deny him
Even though he gave his life.
Can you live with yourself in the land of the free
And make him less of a hero than the other three?
Well it might begin to change ya
In a field in Pennsylvania.

Stand up America.
Hear the bell now as it tolls.
Wake up America
It's Tuesday morning
Come on
Let's roll.
- Melissa Etheridge, "Tuesday Morning"

Been in a Talking Heads mood since yesterday.  Listened to Stop Making Sense for the better part of yesterday when I got home from work.

What about the time
You were rollin' over?
Fall on your face
You must be having fun.
Walk lightly!
Think of a time.
You'd best believe
This think is real.

Put away that gun.
This part is simple;
Try to recognize
What is in your mind.
God help us!
Help us loose our minds
These slippery people
help us understand.
- Talking Heads, "Slippery People"

It's was and is a Fiona day...

The nickel dropped
When I was on my way beyond
The rubicon.
What did I do?

And of the games that I can handle
None are ones worth the candle.
What should I do?

I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fightin' cryin', kickin' cursin'
What should I do?

Oh, after all the foderol
And hauling over coals stops,
What will I do?

Can't take a good day without a bad one.
Don't feel just to smile until I've had one.
Where did I learn?

I make a fuss about a little thing;
The rhyme is losing to the riddling.
Where's the turn?

I don't want a home;
I'd ruin that.
Home is where my habits have a habitat.
Why give it turn?
- Fiona Apple, "Better Version of Me"

What a weekend.  With one minor exception, it was so good.  Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I was laid up.

For your eyes only
Can see me through the night.
For your eyes only
I never need to hide.
You can see so much in me
So much in me that's new.
I never felt
Til I looked at you.

For your eyes only.
Only for you.
You see what no one else can see
Now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only.
Only for you.
The love I know you need in me.
The fantasy you've freed in me.
Only for you.
Only for you.

For your eyes only,
The nights are never cold.
You really know me,
That's all I need to know.
Maybe I'm an open book
Because I know you're mine.
But you don't need read between the lines.

For your eyes only.
Only for you.
You see what no one else can see
Now I'm breaking free
For your eyes only.
Only for you.
The passions that collide in me,
Whirl around inside of me.
Only for you.
- Sheena Easton, "For Your Eyes Only"

Some of you may know that I'm in love with the show Swingtown.  Last night's episode was the last for the season, and I'm really hoping that they pick it up again.  The characters are complex and the storylines interesting.  And I have to say that I am truly crushing on Susan, or more specifically, Molly Parker.  Brian is particularly fond of Trina, played by Lana Parrilla. 
So what does this have to do with the lyric of the day?  Well, they also have a grest 70s soundtrack.  And last night's episode featured one of my favourite Elton John songs.  Which is why it's today's LoD.

When I think of those East End lights,
Muggy nights, curtains drawn in the little room downstairs.
Primadonna love you really should have been there,
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair.

And it's one more beer and
I don't see you anymore.
We've all gone crazy lately.
My friends out there,
Rollin' round the basement floor.

And someone saved my life tonight,
Sugar bear.
You almost had your hooks in me,
Didn'tcha dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied;
Alter-bound
Hypnotized.
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
"You're a butterfly,
And butterflies are free to fly.
Fly away.
High away.
Bye-bye."

I never realized the passing hours
Evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams.
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene;
Just a pawn outplayed by a dominating queen.

It's four o'clock in the morning,
Dammit.
Listen to me good:
I'm sleeping with myself tonight;
Saved in time,
Thank god the music's still alive.
- Elton John, "Someone Saved My Life Tonight"