4/29/10

Funny that I woke up in a Copeland mood today, found out that States is a new band with two formers of Copeland (still sad about that) and Mindy White from Lydia (meh). I am truly hoping this will be something beautiful, because I have a Copeland-sized hole in my heart that needs filling with warm, soft, emotional music. It sounds pretty, and I like her voice. They certainly have the hype factor working for them considering what bands they're both from, but not too much material to share yet, it seems. Waiting for that. It sounds very sell-able, though, whatever that means. Like a less punk Paramore. But I'm not one to bash artists who want to make music that could also make them money. We all gotta make a living -- some things are more important than indie cred. Unfortunately, the shit that sells is often boring as hell to listen to, so, it's a careful balance and we'll see how States plays it.

Slightly related, waiting to see what Aaron from Copeland does next, 'cause I'm pretty sure he's brilliant. Per che?



"It's sure as the floor 'neath my toes
and somehow not surprised
that I was superimposed
Somehow in this life
And if my friends and my foes would just drop me a line it'd be nice

You see love is a drink that goes straight to my head
and time is a lover and I'm caught in her stare
And the sentiment there follows me straight to my bed through the night

I've got my life in a suitcase and ready to run run run away
I got no time cause I'm always trying to run run run away
Cause everyday when it feels like it's only a game
I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase
A suitcase"
~The Day I Lost my voice (The Suitcase Song)
Copeland, You Are My Sunshine

4/28/10

I like this song....makes me think of long nights with good friends...."We're all right we're were we're supposed to be." Looking forward to summer and reuniting with the high school gang....desperately need that and it's gonna be so much fun (now that we're all legal, of course). Anyway, cool band I'd heard of but never heard, glad I took the time.



I really can't stop listening to Brand New this week, but that's okay.

4/26/10

The latest song for my try-to-learn-piano-parts-and-fill-in-the-rest endeavor.



Move to New York City
Take your woman by the hand
Leave her there with your things on the doorstep
And there's no way around it
Could this be our last dance?
So fall asleep with the tv darling
I'll be back again
~Twenty Years
Augustana, Can't Love, Can't Hurt

4/25/10

Brand New hits the nail on the head everyyyytime. with killer guitar solos to top it off.



"last night they said the fire had spread
then we said our prayers
and now the flames are burning me in my bed
but I just don't care

we all go to sleep in the same place
and in the morning, hope that we're all the same
just sit around like broke down cars in the lot
waiting for repairs

there you go
there it goes

well, I wish that I was as good as you
caring and trusting
and I wish that my condition was new
but I'm old and rusting

we just hurry up only to wait
add to the list of all the places we hate
I pretend like I got something to say
but I've got nothing

now I know that you stole
from the cradles they were rocked in
you took the first words that they spoke
yeah, you stole

so if I'm a liar and you're a thief
at least we both know where the other one sleeps
let's end this tonight

because you stole
from the cradles they were rocked in
you took the first words that they spoke
yeah, you stole"

~You Stole,
Brand New, Daisy

4/22/10

This song made me cry today. Nothing puts a stone in my stomach like dead or dying love. Sometimes I can't speak about it, but it's true. Sad, sad songs do it, though.



"Poke at my iris, why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don't?

We adopt a brand new language, communicate through pursed lips,
You try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces.

I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
And make you feel you're with someone who deserves to be with you.

But there's one thing we've got going and it's the only thing worth knowing.
It's got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon.

Why won't our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow.

Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding.
If you don't want to be with me just say and I will go.

Well we can change our partners, this is a progressive dance,
But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor.

Well this has been a reel
I've got shin-splints and a stitch
But like a drunken night it's the best bits that are coloured in

Should look through some old photos I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now they'd need to be told that we had ever clung and tied a navy knot with arms at night
I'd say she was his sister but she doesn't have his nose.

And now we're unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated,
But I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you."
~Poke,
Frightened Rabbit, The Midnight Organ Fight