One of my favorite Smashing Pumpkins songs...the other is "Disarm."
Sleep will not come to this tired body now
Peace will not come to this lonely heart
There are some things I'll live without
But I want you to know, that I need you right now
I need you tonight
I steal a kiss from her sleeping shadow moves
'Cause I'll always miss her wherever she goes
I'll always need her more than she could ever need me
I need someone to ease my mind
But sometimes a someone is so hard to find
And I'll do anything, to keep her here tonight
And I'll say anything, to make her feel alright
And I'll be anything, to keep her here tonight
'Cause I want you to stay, please
I need you tonight
She comes to me, like an angel out of time
As I play the part of a saint on my knees
There are some things I'll live without
But I want you to know, that I need you right now
Suffer my desire
Suffer my desire
Suffer my desire, for you
--Smashing Pumpkins, In the Arms of Sleep
Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
11/18/08
Hey, you beauty supreme.
Yeah, you were right about me.
But can I get myself out from underneath
This guilt that will crush me
In the choir, I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
He said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
Well I love you so much, but do me a favor baby and don’t reply.
Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
--Brand New, Limousine
The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
love this song. Was disturbed when I realized what it was actually about--a seven year old girl who was decapitated in a limousine on the way to a wedding because the limo collided with a drunk driver (or maybe it was the limo driver who was drunk).
For some reasons, iTunes reverses the tracklisting of this CD, so i have to listen to it backwards, or click track by track. It sounds okay backwards.
Yeah, you were right about me.
But can I get myself out from underneath
This guilt that will crush me
In the choir, I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
He said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
Well I love you so much, but do me a favor baby and don’t reply.
Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.
--Brand New, Limousine
The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
love this song. Was disturbed when I realized what it was actually about--a seven year old girl who was decapitated in a limousine on the way to a wedding because the limo collided with a drunk driver (or maybe it was the limo driver who was drunk).
For some reasons, iTunes reverses the tracklisting of this CD, so i have to listen to it backwards, or click track by track. It sounds okay backwards.
11/17/08
Sheer loveliness in her performance, I love the movement of this song as well. It's got a beautiful structure, because it just builds and soars so well. Chilling song structure #3!
11/17/08
Excellent example of how good a lack of a structured chorus can be.
I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands.
How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert Street.
I am your pamphleteer.
--The Weakerthans, Pamphleteer
Left & Leaving
I used this song in a paper to talk about different kinds of song structure--ie, chorus-less ones. Here, the bolded part, has a such a great vocal build and then instrumental break that gives me the same kind of chills every time. And it doesn't need a repeated chorus or something, just the one line and sad descending chords. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity...it's also about socially fucking up, which is always a good song topic.
I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands.
How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert Street.
I am your pamphleteer.
--The Weakerthans, Pamphleteer
Left & Leaving
I used this song in a paper to talk about different kinds of song structure--ie, chorus-less ones. Here, the bolded part, has a such a great vocal build and then instrumental break that gives me the same kind of chills every time. And it doesn't need a repeated chorus or something, just the one line and sad descending chords. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity...it's also about socially fucking up, which is always a good song topic.
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