Category Archives: Music Mondays

REM -Swan Swan H

No particular reason for sharing this, except that I heard it the other day and remembered just how wonderful it is. I honestly don’t think it’s possible to have too much REM in your life.

Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Swan Swan H (2011 Remaster) · R.E.M. Lifes Rich Pageant ℗ 2011 Capitol Records, LLC Released on: 2011-01-01 Producer, Studio Personnel, Mixer, Associated Performer, Recorder: Don Gehman Studio Personnel, Mixer, Associated Performer, Recorder: Greg Edward Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Robert Vosgien Composer Lyricist: Bill Berry Composer Lyricist: Peter Buck Composer Lyricist: Michael Stipe Composer Lyricist: Mike Mills

R.E.M.

Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Girl and dog he bore his cross
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
A long low time ago people talk to me

Johnny Reb what’s the price of fans
Forty a piece or three for one dollar?
Hey captain don’t you want to buy
Some bone chains and toothpicks?

Night wings her hair chains
Here’s your wooden greenback sing
Wooden beams and dovetail sweep
I struck that picture ninety times
I walked that path a hundred ninety
Long, low time ago, people talk to me

A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
Marching feet, Johnny Reb, what’s the price of heroes?

Six in one, half dozen the other
Tell that to the captain’s mother
Hey captain, don’t you want to buy
Some bone chains and toothpicks?

Night wings, her hair chains
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine

Songwriters: Michael Stipe, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, William BerryFor non-commercial use only. Data from: Musixmatch

Soccer Mommy – Circle the Drain

A friend of mine recently posted this on facebook as a recommendation and I absolutely love it. Great tune and fantastic lyrics.

I wanna be calm like the soft
Summer rain on your back
Like the fall of your shoulders
But everything just brings me back down
To the cold hard ground
And it keeps getting colderIt’s a feeling that boils in my brain
I would dial back the flame
But I’m not sure I’m able
I’m wobbling out on the wire
And the lights could go out
With the break of a cableThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fineHey, I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open, watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downI’m trying to seem strong for my love
For my family and friends
But I’m so tired of faking
‘Cause I’m chained to my bed when they’re gone
Watching TV alone
‘Til my body starts achingAnd I think there’s a mold in my brain
Spreading down all the way
Through my heart and my body
‘Cause I cling to the dark of my room
And the days thin me out
Or just burn me straight throughThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fineHey I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downThings feel that low sometimes
Even when everything is fine
Hey, I’ve been falling apart these days
Split open, watching my heart go round and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downRound and around
Round and around
Circle the drain
I’m going downSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Sophie Allisoncircle the drain lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Pixies – Where is My Mind?

A blimmin’ awesome song from a blimmin’ awesome band, and highly appropriate to my recent posts.

If you don’t listen to Pixies (and it seems an alarming number of people in my life don’t) then seriously, you’re missing out. As well as being superb in their own right I find that every time I listen to them I can hear so many of the bands that came after (I can hear Eels in this one, and Nirvana in most of them). Their impact continues to be huge.

Provided to YouTube by Beggars Group Digital Ltd. Where Is My Mind? · Pixies Death to the Pixies ℗ 1997 4AD Ltd Released on: 1997-10-06 Associated Performer: Black Francis Associated Performer: David Lovering Associated Performer: Joey Santiago Associated Performer: Kim Deal Composer Lyricist: Black Francis. Original release 1988.

Where Is My Mind?

Pixies

Whooo-ooh
Stop

Whoo-oooh, whoo-oooh
Whoo-oooh, whoo-oooh

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground (whoo-oooh)
Try this trick and spin it, (yeah) yeah (whoo-oooh)
Your head will collapse (whoo-oooh)
If there’s nothing in it and you’ll ask yourself

Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Whhere is my mind?
(Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind?)

Wayy out in the water, see it swimmin’

I was swimmin’ in the Caribbean (whoo-oooh)
Animals were hidin’ behind the rock (whoo-oooh)
Except for little fish (whoo-oooh)
Bumped into me, swear he was trying to talk to me coy koi

Where is my mind? (Where is my mind?)
Where is my mind? (Where is my mind?)
Where is my mind? (Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind?)
Way out in the water, see it swimmin’

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground (whoo-oooh)
Try this trick and spin it, yeah (whoo-oooh)
Your head will collapse (whoo-oooh)
If there’s nothing in it and you’ll ask yourself

Where is my mind? (Where is my mind?)
Where is my mind? Where is my mind?

(Where is my mind? Where is my mind? Where is my mind?)
Way out in the water, I see it swimmin’

(Whoo-oooh)

Yeah, our feet on the air and our heads on the ground (whoo-oooh)
Try this trick and spin it, yeah (whoo-oooh)
Our heads will collapse (whoo-oooh)

If there’s nothing in it and we’ll ask ourselves (whoo-oooh)

(Whoo-oooh)

Songwriters: Francis Black, Thompson Charles Michael Kittredge Iv

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Jimi Hendrix – Live at the Newport Festival 22nd June 1969

As I am supposed to be educating my children in our spare time I thought I should start their musical and cultural education in earnest. So today we watched this. Had the whole set on the TV. The kids wandered in and out but mostly they were captivated, stopping by to dance, comment and ask questions. I don’t blame them. Everything about it is fab -the sun soaked atmosphere, the dogs on blankets, the crowd yelling at that photographer to get down!

R said this is his “favourite music ever” and that he wants to learn the guitar. S says the “guitar sounds crunchy and strong”. At one point they were both jumping and spinning round the living room in a mixture of break dancing and wrestling. 

I totally blew their minds by saying that the young people in the crowd are Grandma and Grandad’s age and older. “Even the pretty lady?”. “Yes, the pretty lady is about Grandma’s age now”. That got me sceptical, wide-eyed stares. “How old were you mummy?”. “I wasn’t born yet”. Wider eyes “Really? Not at all, not even a little bit born?” 

Ah, the passing of time. Tricky one to get your head round.

Tori Amos – Precious Things

I am frankly disappointed in myself that I have got this far into posting songs and haven’t put any Tori Amos. She is probably my favourite solo artist and her albums Little Earthquakes and Under the Pink can be added in to that special category of ‘music that saved my life’ (and yes, the majority of the things in that category are from the mid 90s -because those were my teenage years).

Tori is magnificent and important to me. I can’t really put it better than that. Her music is on every device I own and I have CDs of those two albums in my car (yes, it’s a very old car, circa 2002) because I need to know they are not far off should I ever have the need. It’s hard to pick a favourite but I am going to nominate Precious Things. The anger, the beauty, the rawness …it has a cleansing effect on me every time. Cathartic.

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Precious Things

Tori Amos

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These, I said precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I, I, I, I said I go
He said, he
You go and I said, I said, I said I go with you

He said, you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys

Beautiful boys
I said, Christian boys
Beautiful boys
So you can make me come
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed now, wash away
These I said precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I, I, I said
In and I said, you go and I, you

I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These are my, are in my life, I said
Bleed now, bleed now
These in my heart and
You in my head and
Bleed now, just bleed now
You in my heart and these in my head
And bleed now, bleed

I said these, oh precious things
Let them bleed, yes
Wash these things, daddy
Wash away these things
These are my precious things
Let them bleed, yes
Wash these things, daddy
Wash away these things

These are my precious things
Let them bleed now, girls just bleed
These are my precious things
Let them break, break their hold over me
I, I, I, I said, I said, I said
I can’t let you, let you go, yes
Precious
Precious

Songwriters: Tori Amos

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X-Ray Spex – Let’s Submerge

That Music Mondays thing just isn’t working out for me, for fairly obvious ADHD related reasons. So, I have started my own thing where basically I try to post a song each week on whichever day I get round to it.

Browsing social media one night when I should have been asleep I saw a reference to a band called X-Ray Spex. I had vaguely heard of them but had no idea about their music. A quick bit of Googling and…. wow. Mind blown. X-Ray Spex and their wonderful lead singer Poly Styrene have been a mainstay of my playlist ever since. Even my kids like them. I honestly don’t think any music collection is complete without them.

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Lyrics from genius.com

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

[Verse 1]
The hades ladies are dressed to kill
Dagger glares from Richard Hell

Tension heightening heating frightening
Thunder rolls as fast as lightening

If you’ve got the urge
Come on, let’s submerge

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

We’re going down
To the underground

It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

[Verse 2]
The subterranean is a bottomless pit
The vinyl vultures are after it
Moulten lava, sulphur vapours
Smoulder on to obligerate us

If you’ve got the urge
Come on, let’s submerge

[Chorus]
It’s dark and eerie
And it’s really late
Come on kids don’t hesitate
We’re going down to the underground
We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground

We’re going down, we’re going down
To the underground
Down, we’re going down
To the underground

Manic Street Preachers -From Despair to Where

Music Monday is a weekly meme by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek. I realise that this week I have missed Monday again, but at least this time I only missed it by one day! I have been using a scheduler in WordPress to line all these up for Mondays. I just write them and then choose the date I want the post to go live. Honestly, it’s a thing of beauty, and I wish my brain had such a thing inbuilt. Alas, I forgot to schedule one for this week and attempted to do it manually but got my days muddled. And I can’t wait until next week otherwise I will forget, and it’s a good one! So, here’s a Music Monday on a Tuesday.

I have been listening to the Manics’ earlier albums a lot lately. I confess that, although the rest of their stuff is good, my favourite albums are still Generation Terrorists and Gold Against the Soul, probably because they had such a big impact on me emotionally when I listened to them in the 90s. They just do alienation and loneliness so well. It’s hard to pick a favourite song to represent that time but I think From Despair to Where is probably the standout one for me. So here it is. Enjoy.

(C) 1993 Sony Music Entertainment UK Limited.

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From Despair to Where

Manic Street Preachers

I write this alone on my bed
I’ve poisoned every room in my house

The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there’s something worth waiting for
There’s nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
Wake up with the same spit in my mouth
Cannot tell if it’s real or not
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity

From despair to where
From despair to where
Outside opened mouthed cows
Pass each other as if their drugged

Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls unatoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity

From despair to where
From despair to where
A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
From despair to where

Songwriters: Sean Moore, Nicholas Jones, James Bradfield, Richard Edwards

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Seth Lakeman -Kitty Jay

For this week’s Music Monday, as promised, a Seth Lakeman double bill. Music Monday is a weekly meme by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek.

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Kitty Jay

Seth Lakeman

Poor Kitty Jay
Such a beauty cast away
This silent prayer
It should paint some peace
On her grave
Something broke her sleep

Poor Kitty Jay
Such a beauty thrown away
So young and fair
Now she’s turned to dust
And clay
Terror broke her sleep

Never guessed unto her cold end
Called the Devil her only friend
Never guessed it with his bare hands
Called the Devil the mark of man

Songwriters: Seth Lakeman

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Seth Lakeman & Wildwood Kin -Willow Tree

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One long year ago today,
I stopped to hear a story told,
Of how an old man was taken down to the roots below.

She took my arm, we walked alone,
We climbed across this open field,
She didn’t pause for breathe until this cross drew near.

She sat down by this little mound,
Softly she did weep and sigh,
Come to me my father for I am lost inside.

But since that time how things have changed,
For this sweet girl who was my bride,
She is laid down under close by her fathers side.

I planted there upon her grave,
The sacred seed of a willow tree,
I pray it’s long hard roots forever shelter me.

One long year ago today,
I stopped to hear a story told,
Of how an old man was taken down to the roots below.

From songlyrics.com

Graham Coxon -In My Room

Music Monday is a weekly meme by Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek 

Although I am pulling away from watching TV series, there is one I am glad I saw. If you haven’t seen The End of the F***ing World, make sure you do. It is quite simply one of the best things I have ever seen on TV. The first couple of episodes have some bumpy moments (I can’t bear seeing animal cruelty or uncalled for rudeness to service staff… you’ll see what I mean) that can be stressful to watch but stick with it, as these bits are key to demonstrating the mental state of the main characters and they contrast with later behaviour.

The ending of the first series actually made me cry, and I swore I would never watch TV again, I was THAT heartbroken. I also had a feeling I would never see anything so perfect again. How thrilled I was to discover a second series, which meant that not only had one of the main characters actually survived but also that there was more of it. I also discovered that there is something out there even more brilliant than The End of the F***ing World, series 1, and that’s The End of the F***ing World series 2. I do hope they stop at 2 though, as the ending was pitch perfect.

Everything about it is good. The storyline, the acting, the script, the visuals, and the frankly magnificent soundtrack. I now have the soundtrack and have been listening to it regularly for some months now. Most of it comprised of original songs by Blur’s Graham Coxon, it really is wonderful. This is just one of the songs but there are plenty of gems on there. 

Graham Coxon In My Room – The End of the F***ing World (Original Songs and Score)

Lyrics:

Outside the windows, they’re singing Inside the doorway, there’s me Endlessly thinking, working. In my room. I can’t share the joy, sharing. Can’t share the wine that they drink. I stand by the window, just watching. From my room Outside the window, they laughing. Inside the doorway, Constantly thinking, but working In my room In my room

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Foo Fighters- Times Like These

This week I got my act together and actually managed to post this on Monday. So, for this week’s Music Monday, an offering from the inauguration coverage last week. Dave Grohl starts with a shout out to teachers, including his mother and the new first lady, and then they play a particularly apt rendition of ‘Times Like These’. Great stuff!

I am a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away
then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I’m a wild light blinding bright
burning off alone

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

I am a new day rising
I’m a brand new sky
to hang the stars upon tonight
I am a little divided
do I stay or run away
and leave it all behind?

it’s times like these you learn to live again
it’s times like these you give and give again
it’s times like these you learn to love again
it’s times like these time and time again

Songwriters: Taylor Hawkins, Nate Mendel, David Grohl, Chris Shiflett