Bullshit in Brief
Morrissey - You Are the Quarry
His band is still dull as shit, but our generation could use a gay Frank Sinatra, and he’s probably the kind we deserve: an impotent solipsist who’s seen too many movies.
MP3: "The Never-Played Symphonies" ("Irish Blood" b-side)
The Streets - A Grand Don't Come for Free
The “Six Feet Under” of concept albums: a stupid, melodramatric soap opera elevated by terrific performances and attention to detail.
MP3: "Empty Cans"
Wilco - A Ghost Is Born
I hear a million songs
going in two directions.
I’m sat on the needle.
You say,
How much history did we lose today
and how much was gone
before we even got here?
MP3: “Kicking Television” (Iraqi bonus track)
His band is still dull as shit, but our generation could use a gay Frank Sinatra, and he’s probably the kind we deserve: an impotent solipsist who’s seen too many movies.
MP3: "The Never-Played Symphonies" ("Irish Blood" b-side)
The Streets - A Grand Don't Come for Free
The “Six Feet Under” of concept albums: a stupid, melodramatric soap opera elevated by terrific performances and attention to detail.
MP3: "Empty Cans"
Wilco - A Ghost Is Born
I hear a million songs
going in two directions.
I’m sat on the needle.
You say,
How much history did we lose today
and how much was gone
before we even got here?
MP3: “Kicking Television” (Iraqi bonus track)
posted by colin carlson at 9:26 PM
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Reflecting from my death bed
I’m balancing lifes riches
Against the ditches
And the flat greys inbetween
All I can see are the never layed
That’s the never played symphonies
I can’t see those who tried to love me
Or those who felt they understood me
And I can’t see those who
very patiently put up with me
All I can see are the never layed
Of the never played symphonies
You were one
You were meant to be one
And you jumped into my face
And laughed
And kissed me on the cheek
And then were gone
Forever
Not quite
Black sky in the daytime
And I don’t much mind dying
When there is nothing left
To care for anymore
Just the never layed
The never played symphonies
You were one
You knew you were one
And you slid
Right through my fingers
No not literally
But metaphorically
And, Now you’re all I see
As the light fades
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