I'm all, er, tangled up and blue . . .
horizon_greene tagged me to do this meme a while ago, so while I have the time . . .
Here are six of my current favorite songs. (I would do the uploading thing but I have dial-up and do you have any idea how long that would take and how late it is right now?)
“The Kill” - 30STM
This is the soundtrack to the NBA Slash series (Next chapter, “Slipping Away,” currently off to beta). Obviously, it’s taken over my life rather completely.
What if I wanted to break
laugh it all off in your face
What would you do
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take this anymore
What would you do
Come break me down
bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight
beg for the rest of my life
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for
I’m not running from you
(Chorus)
Look in my eyes
You’re killin’ me, killin’ me
Our life, once it was you
I tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
I know now this is who I really am inside
Finally found myself
fighting for a chance I know now
*screaming* This is who I really am
(Chorus)
“From Yesterday” - 30STM
I just really, really like this song. It reminds me of my brother.
“Love is a Fast Song”- Copeland
This song made me vaguely uncomfortable the first couple of times that I heard it. His voice is beautiful, but it’s so original and so delicate and so perceptive that I felt like I was being looked at a little too closely. I want angst out of my music - I want screaming and gut wrenching emotion, or, conversely, I want political angst. Sometimes just good old shiny pop punk will work too. But not something that actually puts ME under a microscope like this song does.
You don't have to be ashamed
'Cause you're a miracle through and through
Oh, and you don't have to be ashamed
Of the miracle inside of you
“Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis.” - Brand New
Another song that I was little taken aback by for some reason and then found myself listening to compulsively. I have to go back to swimslash with this one. This is totally Michael taking advantage of say, an unsuspecting Ryan Lochte. Or it’s Ian in “A Hollow Victory.”
Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
Cause it's all you can be
You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
“Noise and Kisses” - The Used
I know, I know. But. It’s summertime and always listen to The Used in the summertime. This song in particular brings back feelings of lazy August days and blue, glowy nights. It’s my Ian/Michael anthem. It’s a world weary Ian desperate for a new life and he sees that chance in Michael.
Look in my eyes
I'm jaded now whatever that means
by sharing these things
I rip my heart out
it's worth my time
whatever that means...so
hard to see up
my neck feels stiff until I wake up
the orange I choked
and back to my neck
it's worth my time
whatever that means....so
share with me
cause I need it right now
let me see your insides
or write me off
cause I'd rather starve now
if you won't open up
give it to me
give me all... whatever you want
it's never been me
to want this much from you
I can see
“Gold Mine Gutted” - Bright Eyes
I had to have a Conor song here, and it was between this one and “Easy/Lucky/Free.” I like this one because - like Conor always does - it tells a true story and it resonates. Plus, there are those painful, shiny bits of (slightly pretentious) lyrical genius.
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom
let’s have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up
Here are six of my current favorite songs. (I would do the uploading thing but I have dial-up and do you have any idea how long that would take and how late it is right now?)
“The Kill” - 30STM
This is the soundtrack to the NBA Slash series (Next chapter, “Slipping Away,” currently off to beta). Obviously, it’s taken over my life rather completely.
What if I wanted to break
laugh it all off in your face
What would you do
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn’t take this anymore
What would you do
Come break me down
bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
What if I wanted to fight
beg for the rest of my life
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for
I’m not running from you
(Chorus)
Look in my eyes
You’re killin’ me, killin’ me
Our life, once it was you
I tried to be someone else
but nothing seemed to change
I know now this is who I really am inside
Finally found myself
fighting for a chance I know now
*screaming* This is who I really am
(Chorus)
“From Yesterday” - 30STM
I just really, really like this song. It reminds me of my brother.
“Love is a Fast Song”- Copeland
This song made me vaguely uncomfortable the first couple of times that I heard it. His voice is beautiful, but it’s so original and so delicate and so perceptive that I felt like I was being looked at a little too closely. I want angst out of my music - I want screaming and gut wrenching emotion, or, conversely, I want political angst. Sometimes just good old shiny pop punk will work too. But not something that actually puts ME under a microscope like this song does.
You don't have to be ashamed
'Cause you're a miracle through and through
Oh, and you don't have to be ashamed
Of the miracle inside of you
“Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis.” - Brand New
Another song that I was little taken aback by for some reason and then found myself listening to compulsively. I have to go back to swimslash with this one. This is totally Michael taking advantage of say, an unsuspecting Ryan Lochte. Or it’s Ian in “A Hollow Victory.”
Barely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes its demands
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I'm going to do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone
Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone
You're using all your looks that you've thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I'll tear you apart
Cause it's all you can be
You're a drunk and you're scared
It's ladies night, all the girls drink for free
I will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I say
“Noise and Kisses” - The Used
I know, I know. But. It’s summertime and always listen to The Used in the summertime. This song in particular brings back feelings of lazy August days and blue, glowy nights. It’s my Ian/Michael anthem. It’s a world weary Ian desperate for a new life and he sees that chance in Michael.
Look in my eyes
I'm jaded now whatever that means
by sharing these things
I rip my heart out
it's worth my time
whatever that means...so
hard to see up
my neck feels stiff until I wake up
the orange I choked
and back to my neck
it's worth my time
whatever that means....so
share with me
cause I need it right now
let me see your insides
or write me off
cause I'd rather starve now
if you won't open up
give it to me
give me all... whatever you want
it's never been me
to want this much from you
I can see
“Gold Mine Gutted” - Bright Eyes
I had to have a Conor song here, and it was between this one and “Easy/Lucky/Free.” I like this one because - like Conor always does - it tells a true story and it resonates. Plus, there are those painful, shiny bits of (slightly pretentious) lyrical genius.
it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom
let’s have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up