This song sang to me, today. Lame, but it made me laugh, both at the song and myself, so...:
I don't like you
But I love you
See that I'm always
thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh,
you treat me badly
I love you madly
You've really
got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
I don't want you,
but I need you
Don't want to kiss you
but I need you
Oh, oh, oh
you do me wring now
my love is strong now
You've really got a hold
on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
I love you and all I want
you to do
is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
I want to leave you
don't want to stay here
Don't want to spend
another day here
Oh, oh, oh, I want to split now
I just can quit now
You've really
got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
I love you and
all I want you to do
is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Amusing video
Seriously, "31 Today" by Aimee Mann is... ridiculous (not the song, but the video). To be frank, the song doesn't really do it for me, that much, but the video made me giggle. So...:
Friday, October 3, 2008
"The Golden State" by John Doe
I don't know why, but the lyrics to this song just get to me. :)
You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are living with things that are hidden
You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
And you are the lick of my lips
I am on the tip of your tongue
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand
We are luck, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away
You are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are my needles and pins
I am your hangover morning
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are living with things that are hidden
We are luck, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away, walk away
You are the hole in my head
You are the pain in my neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are living with things that are hidden
You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
And you are the lick of my lips
I am on the tip of your tongue
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand
We are luck, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away
You are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are my needles and pins
I am your hangover morning
We are tangled, we are stolen
We are living with things that are hidden
We are luck, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away, walk away
You are the hole in my head
You are the pain in my neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart
"The Golden State" by John Doe
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm addicted to this song...
I've been addicted to this cover of Fleet Foxes' song "Tiger Mountain Peasant Song" by a young sister duo from Stockholm! They're called First Aid Kit. Enjoy!
Hat tip to Simon via Meghan
Hat tip to Simon via Meghan
Labels:
First Aid Kit,
Fleet Foxes,
folk,
folk music,
indie,
indie music,
music,
Stockholm
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