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Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at,
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, “I can’t forget.”
I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don’t even matter to me where you’re wakin’ up tomorrow,
But mama, you’re just on my mind.

I am not askin’ you to say words like “yes” or “no,”
Please understand me, I got no place for you t’ go.
I’m just breathin’ to myself, pretendin’ not that I don’t know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

-purposely not credited for now so Justine can guess who wrote ’em. hah.

Updated- of course, it’s Bob Dylan

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Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at,
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, "I can’t forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don’t even matter to me where you’re wakin’ up tomorrow,
But mama, you’re just on my mind.

I am not askin’ you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t’ go.
I’m just breathin’ to myself, pretendin’ not that I don’t know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

-purposely not credited for now so Justine can guess who wrote ’em. hah.

How can someone so young sing words so sad?

For the readers that are newish to the blog, yes I put a lot of songs and lyrics in here…why?… this post of Caren’s says it better than I ever could.  Here’s some lyrics (and a tune) that I’m also loving at the moment…alas in the past I’ve been the "girl" in this song.

This one: ‘I would be sad’

I would be sad because you left me all alone.
I would be sad because the lies that you had told.
I would be sad because I got left by a girl that I adore.
I would be sad because the love I had before.

I meant what I said when I said I would settle down with you although I know it’s not something that you were asking me to do.
And I know we are young but we won’t always be, so marry me; lets not be that predictable young couple changing, moving on.
But I can tell by watching you that there’s no chance of pushing through.
The odds are so against us; you know most young love it ends like this.

I would be sad because you left me all alone.
I would be sad because the lies that you had told.
I would be sad because I got left by a girl that I adore.
I would be sad for all the love I had before.

I meant what I said when I said I would rearrange my plans and change for you.
You know me; I’ve always been the kind with easy confidence.
Confident enough to honestly believe that nothing out there stopping me

especially not someone who’s not loving me.
Now listen here I told you I could live on without loving you.
I was bluffing then, but it seems that just might have been the truth.
Well my dad told me, "One day son, this girl will think of what she’s done

and hurting you will be the first of many more regrets to come."
And he said, "If she doesn’t call, then it’s her fault and it’s her loss."
I say, "It’s not that simple see, but then again it just may be."

I would be sad because you left me all alone.
I would be sad for the lies that you had told.
I would be sad because I got left by a girl that I adored.
I would be sad for all the love I had before.
I would be sad for all the love I had before.

(- the Avett Brothers)

{Note: no video, only audio:}

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Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I’m coming home late.
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
and I can’t wait to see you again.

Hate reads the letter and throws it away.
"No one here cares if you go or you stay.
I barely even noticed that you were away.
I’ll see you or I won’t, whatever."

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
And everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also when she comes down.

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street.
Every stranger and drifter he greets.
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow.
Carrying with her the good things we know.
A reason to live and a reason to grow.
To trust. To hope. To care.

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
Without much regard to the moon or the stars.
Lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives.
As soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
But tears follow after, at the end of the ride,
cause he might never see her again.

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
He screams o’er the sidewalk and into the drive.
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
And the clock in the kitchen is slow.

Love has been waiting, patient and kind.
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign,
That the one that she cares for, who’s out of his mind,
Will make it back safe to her arms.

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door.
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor.
He says "Love, I’m sorry", and she says, "What for?
I’m yours and that’s it, Whatever.
I should not have been gone for so long.
I’m yours and that’s it, forever."

You’re mine and that’s it, forever.

(-the Avett Brothers)

Trouble Me

trouble me

Lyric time again

This is one of my favourite songs at the moment:

Darlin’ won’t you come run away with me
I’ve rubbed off my palms and I’ve worn out my knees
And I don’t feel this place holds a lot for me
So darlin’ won’t you come run away with me

Darlin’ won’t you come run away with me
It’s hard finding hope when you’re lost at sea
And I want to belong but I’d rather be free
So darlin’ won’t you come run away with me

I was dumb I was foolin’ around
Always searching for something I’d found
Now I know I could die and I’d be happy
So darlin’ won’t you come run away with me

Darlin’ won’t you come run away with me
I’ve burnt every bridge and I’ve walked every street
And I’ve started to question what happiness means
So darlin won’t you come run away with me

I was dumb I was foolin’ around
Always searching for something I’d found
Now I know I could die and I’d be happy
So darlin’ won’t you come run away with me

Darlin’ won’t you come and retire with me
I’m done with this crowd and I’m done with this scene
And you’re the only one who believes in me
So darlin’ won’t you come and retire with me

~Bob Evans

Some song lyrics

…that are entertaining me right now. Loving this song!
All this talking you’d think I’d have something to say
but I’m just talking like a siren getting louder and farther away from the energetic kids in the park
yes that was me breaking glass and pretending to start something big
some new taste
Did you wander as my voice went from station to station to state?
Some loud thunder
sometimes there’s no telling if we’re ok
there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town which are falling down for people to stand in their place;
to try to make something great
That’s just a part of the story
And it could be maybe something complete someday
At the end of the quarry yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the teeth
But there’s always more unless I’m mistaken
tell me when do mouths close and people just gracefully retreat
New York calling at the bottom of the ocean city
gritting its teeth but there’s no telling
from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
That’s me
Am I late?
That’s the state of my story and it may be one day something complete
At the end of the quarry I have dug a hole for all the world to see
A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky and slap us all on the feet but there’s always more unless I’m mistaken
Tell me when do mouths close and people gracefully retreat?

(‘Some Loud Thunder’ – Clap your Hands say Yeah)


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