This song came on at the right time today...and that is my favorite. Random song, right time to hear it.
I have no audio on my computer at work, so hopefully this sounds alright.
The songs that matter, when they matter, and why they matter -- to me, at least.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
2/8/09
This song, as well as many others by The Dear Hunter, is a great example of a song that goes somewhere. So many moments, movements and themes. Massive strength in songwriting.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
1/17/09
Another one from the pop tunes vaults. Mediocre video, great song lyrics.
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
--The Rolling Stones, Wild Horses
Sticky Fingers
Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am
You know I can't let you slide through my hands
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
No sweeping exits or offstage lines
Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
--The Rolling Stones, Wild Horses
Sticky Fingers
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