with 'lyrics' tag

feeling bad

met a girl at the movies
she was so beautiful
she was the one for me
so i asked her if i could call her at home
she said “no thanks just give me my popcorn”
so i followed her into the theater
and found a seat that was right behind her
smelled her hair, smelled her sweater
and then i touched myself

feeling bad about myself again
feeling bad oh yeah
feeling bad about myself again today

at the school, at the rock show
at the rollercade, everywhere i go
people are smiling
it’s always been the same
they’re wearin’ groovy clothes
check me out i’m lame
paid for a membership down at the local gym
tired of getting dumped, let’s get really pumped
thought i’d look like henry rollins
but i still look like phil collins

feeling bad about myself again
girls ignore me in the chat room
feeling bad about myself again today

we were in paris
we were up in the eiffel tower
we were getting married and all our friends were there
we made love underneath the parisian moon
but that was just a dream
just a dream
just a crazy dream

feeling bad about myself again
feeling bad oh yeah
feeling bad about myself again today
feeling bad about myself again
first to be the last one picked first
i’m feeling bad today
— “feeling bad,” by nerf herder, from how to meet girls

things the grandchildren should know

i go to bed real early
everybody thinks it’s strange
i get up early in the morning
no matter how disappointed i was
with the day before
it feels new

i don’t leave the house much
i don’t like being around people
makes me nervous and weird
i don’t like going to shows either
it’s better for me to stay home
some might think it means i hate people
but that’s not quite right

i do some stupid things
but my heart’s in the right place
and this i know

i got a dog
i take him for a walk
and all the people like to say hello
i’m used to staring down at the sidewalk cracks
i’m learning how to say hello
without too much trouble

i’m turning out just like my father
though i swore i never would
now i can say that i have a love for him
i never really understood
what it must have been like for him
living inside his head

i feel like he’s here with me now
even though he’s dead

it’s not all good and it's not all bad
don’t believe everything you read
i’m the only one who knows what it’s like
so i thought i’d better tell you
before i leave

so in the end i’d like to say
that i’m a very thankful man
i tried to make the most of my situations
and enjoy what i had
i knew true love and i knew passion
and the difference between the two
and i had some regrets
but if i had to do it all again
well, it’s something i’d like to do
— “things the grandchildren should know,” by eels from blinking lights and other revelations

i’m so lonesome i could cry

hear that lonesome whippoorwill
he sounds too blue to fly
the midnight train is whining low
i’m so lonesome i could cry

i’ve never seen a night so long
when time goes crawling by
the moon just went behind a cloud
to hide its face and cry

did you ever see a robin weep
when leaves begin to die?
like me, he’s lost the will to live
i’m so lonesome i could cry

the silence of a falling star
lights up a purple sky
and as i wonder where you are
i’m so lonesome i could cry
— “i’m so lonesome i could cry,” by hank williams from 20 of hank williams’ greatest hits (among other hank williams albums)

not a happy song.

signs

and the sign said, “long-haired freaky people need not apply”
so i tucked my hair up under my hat, and i went in to ask him why
he said, “you look like a fine, upstanding young man, i think you’ll do”
so i took off my hat and said, “imagine that, ha! me workin’ for you!”

oh, sign, sign, everywhere a sign
blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign

and the sign said anybody caught trespassin’ would be shot on sight
so i jumped on the fence and i yelled at the house
“hey, what gives you the right
to put up a fence to keep me out, or to keep mother nature in
if god was here he’d tell you to your face, man you’re some kind of sinner!”

now hey there mister can’t you read
you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
you can’t even watch, no you can’t eat
you ain’t supposed to be here

the sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside, ha!

and the sign said “everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray”
but when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
i didn’t have a penny to pay
so i got me a pen and a paper, and i made up my own little sign
i said “thank you, lord, for thinkin’ about me, i’m alive and doin’ fine”
— “signs,” by arthur thomas

there’s a great version of this song by tesla from their five man acoustical jam live album.

made of stone

i know you know but you don’t talk
you let it all go by
you won’t kiss so you won’t get hurt
here on the other side
you turn away and won’t look, like you’d rather be alone

i bet you wish that you were made of stone
i bet you wish that you were made of stone
i will, you won’t cause you don’t try
i wonder what you see
looking out your window dreamin’
dreamin’ what could be
it’s hard to find a soul here, in this crowd of skin and bone

i’m something to believe in
let me take you far away
never stop your dreamin’
cause dreams are what the world is made of

someday you’re gonna wake up
and you won’t be there alone
and you won’t wish that you were made of stone
you’ll never wish that you were made of
never never wish that you were made of
you’ll never wish that you were made of stone
— “made of stone,” by susanna hoffs, from when you’re a boy

one of the things i like about putting my whole music collection on shuffle is how songs that i wouldn’t otherwise seek out can just pop out at me.

i guess that means i’m opening a little bit of a window to my subconscious when i post the lyrics that do that.

everybody loves a loser

this time you have to face your future
although it’s just a dusty road
it’s clear that backing down don’t suit you
i’d hate to break your sacred code
people along for the ride
high noon’s getting closer

i think you’ll find
everybody loves a loser
so you’ll be fine
you won’t be lonely long
i think you’ll find
everybody loves a loser
so you’ll be fine
you won’t be lonely long

i see you need a trial of fire
a coward would wisely walk away
heaven help us bide our time
hideouts get discovered

i think you’ll find
everybody loves a loser
so you’ll be fine
you won’t be lonely long
i think you’ll find
everybody loves a loser
so you’ll be fine
you won’t be lonely long
— “everybody loves a loser,” by morcheeba, from the antidote

here today

it starts with just a little glance now
right away you’re thinkin’ ’bout romance now
you know you ought to take it slower
but you just can’t wait to get to know her

a brand new love affair is such a beautiful thing
but if you’re not careful think about the pain it can bring

it makes you feel so bad
it makes your heart feel sad
it makes your days go wrong
it makes your nights so long

you’ve got to keep in mind love is here today
and it’s gone tomorrow
it’s here and gone so fast

right now you think that she’s perfection
this time is really an exception
well you know i hate to be a downer
but i’m the guy she left before you found her

well i’m not saying you won’t have a good love with her
but i keep on remembering things like they were

she made me feel so bad
she made my heart feel sad
she made my days go wrong
and made my nights so long

you’ve got to keep in mind love is here today
and it’s gone tomorrow
it’s here and gone so fast

keep in mind love is here today
and it’s gone tomorrow
it’s here and gone so fast

love is here today
and it’s gone tomorrow
it’s here and gone so fast
— “here today,” by the beach boys, from pet sounds

it had better be tonight

meglio stasera, baby, go go go!
or as we natives say, fa subito.

if you’re ever gonna kiss me
it had better be tonight
while the mandolins are playing
and stars are bright.

if you’ve anything to tell me
it had better be tonight
or somebody else may tell me
and whisper the words just right.

meglio stasera, baby, go go go!
or as we natives say, fa subito.

for this poor americano
who knows little of your speech
be a nice italiano
and start to teach.

show me how in old milano
lovers hold each other tight
but i warn you sweet paisano,
it had better be tonight.

meglio stasera, baby, go go go!
or as we natives say, fa subito
— “it had better be tonight,” lyrics by johnny mercer, music by henry mancini

some people might find the lyrics for “walking stick blues” very funny.

but those people are sick in the head.

hurt

i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything

what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt

i wear this crown of shit
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappear
you are someone else
i am still right here

what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end

you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way
— “hurt,” by nine inch nails, from downward spiral

but the definitive version of this song is by johnny cash, from american iv: the man comes around. it’s right up there in contention for my favorite song ever.

not exactly a mood-lifter, though.

lone wolf

i am a lone wolf
i always was and will be
i feel fine
i am resigned to this
i am a lone wolf
i am a lone wolf

got my cares
wrapped-up all nice and neat
in my suitcase
i’ll take it down the street
to a place with plenty of space for me
i am a lone wolf

i am a lone wolf
it blows my mind
that people wanna try to get
inside my tired head
i am a lone wolf
i am a lone wolf

i am a lone wolf
nobody needs to get too close to me
you’ll only see this truth
i am a lone wolf
— “lone wolf,” by eels, from shootenanny!