Filed under: anecdotals | Tags: andrea bocelli, anecdotals, disneyworld, florida, orlando, sarah brightman, time to say goodbye, vacation
So I’m leaving. But only temporarily. My next week will be spent in Florida with Sir Mickey and the gang, so obviously, new posts will be sparse, if not nonexistent. In the meantime, you can read some of my archives and/or give me some recommendations. I would sing that excessively cheesy jetplane song, but I would annoy even myself. So instead I will post this equally cheesy but way more beautiful song:
“Time To Say Goodbye,” Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli
-LisaM.
Filed under: new musicks | Tags: dog & pony, indie, indie music, music, new musicks, regina spektor
Hello, friends! Today I would like to share with you one of the most beautiful songs I’ve seen in a while…and, of course, it’s by Regina [but in my defense, it's not from her new album].
“Dog & Pony,” Regina Spektor
Dog and pony
Empty our
Cabinet
You never forget
You never come back the same
Each time you go up in flames
Each time you begin to blame
You never come back the same
Just a little bit more love
Oh, a little bit more love
Just a little bit more love
For me
Just a little bit more love
Oh, a little bit more love
But it’s alright
Don’t cry
My sweet
You were born
Unto me
I’m torn
Unto me
I’m worn
Unto me
Unworn
So I danced my dance
And I kissed your hands
And I took a chance
And we fell into a trance
Just a little bit more love
Oh, a little bit more love
Just a little bit more love
For me
Just a little bit more love
Oh, a little bit more love
But it’s alright
Don’t cry
It’s alright
Don’t cry
It’s alright
Don’t cry
My sweet
Say one, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
You sitting on the rooftop
Me begging here on my knees
I stayed in love with you
You’re just falling in love with me
And darling, you know that ain’t right
So if love never lasts forever ever, ever
Little brother
Little lover
Twist these strings of fate
There is no clean slate
So I’m carting away
All of myself
In this metal crate
And my dog and my pony
And my empty file cabinet
You never forget
You never come back quite the same
Each time you go up in flames
Each time you begin to blame
You never come back quite the same
Just a little bit of true love
Oh, a little bit of true love
Just a little bit of true love
For me
Just a little bit more love
Oh, a little bit more love
But it’s alright
Don’t cry
It’s alright
Don’t cry
It’s alright
Don’t cry
My sweet
-LisaM.
Filed under: new musicks | Tags: artist who help me overcome insomnia, bon iver, indie, indie music, music, new musicks, skinny love, the wolves, the wolves act I & II
Dear Bon Iver,
I am officially adding you to my list of Artists Who Help Me Overcome Insomnia. This list is populated by such musical studs as Sufjan Stevens, Andrew Bird, and Okkervil River, so you should consider this quite the accomplishment. Congratulations.
Love, Lisa
Ps. It was because of this song:
“Skinny Love,” Bon Iver
Oh, and this one:
“The Wolves (Act I & II),” Bon Iver
Pps. Thank you.
Filed under: new musicks | Tags: indie, indie music, indie pop epiphany, new musicks, pot kettle black, tap dancing, tilly & the wall
Ok, so I’mobsessed. No seriously. Try just playing it once. The first time you’ll be like, “Yeh, it’s pretty good. It’s not that good, just kind of like a White Stripes song with female vocals.” Then somehow you’ll hear it again and have an indie pop epiphany. Just wait.
“Pot Kettle Black,” Tilly & the Wall
A happily stomping,
LisaM.
Filed under: old loves | Tags: eisley, indie, indie music, invasion, music, old loves
In case you’ve never seen them, Eisley does quite a good live show. This song’s been playing in my head all day, so I thought I’d share.
“Invasion,” Eisley
I would totally join their band. Too bad I’m not related..
-LisaM.
Filed under: new musicks, old loves | Tags: airborne t, airborne toxic event, andrew bird, band of horses, blue lips, cold war kids, deadmau5, decemberists, esser, indie, indie music, karma police, kings of leon, music, new musicks, old loves, portugal the man, ra ra riot, regina spektor, vampire weekend
Today is a very Blue Lips day, with a dash of Karma Police, so I will post both. Even though I think in most cases Radiohead is significantly overrated [read: they're really popular], they do have some absolute gems, and I am willing to give them props.
“Blue Lips,” Regina Spektor
“Karma Police,” Radiohead
In other news, I’m trying to decide which day I want to go to Lollapalooza, Friday or Sunday. The shows on Saturday don’t really interest me. Friday I would want to see Fleet Foxes, The Decemberists, ANDREW BIRD (whom I regretfully missed in Tulsa), and Kings of Leon (whom I’ve already seen). Sunday I would want to see either Esser or Ra Ra Riot, Portugal. The Man, The Airborne Toxic Event, VAMPIRE WEEKEND, Cold War Kids, BAND OF HORSES, and DeadMau5.
From my lists it looks like Sunday is the frontrunner. What do you think?
Thanks for the help,
LisaM.
Filed under: points of interest | Tags: abcs, indie, indie music, music, points of interest, sesame street, tilly and the wall
Tilly and the Wall on Sesame Street! The lyrics are a little elementary, but the energy’s nice..
“ABCs,” Tilly and the Wall
-LisaM.
Filed under: new musicks | Tags: cancer, chemo limo, daddy, father's day, indie, indie music, music, new musicks, regina, regina spektor
Happy Father’s Day, everyone! I hope you’re enjoying your family, whether they be blood or just kindred spirits. I would like to dedicate this entry to my daddy, who battled cancer for over 5 years and who finally got real rest last June. I love you, Dad.
“Chemo Limo,” Regina Spektor
I had a dream–
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over,
Baby-sat all four of my kids.
Then in my dream,
I told the doctor off.
He saidm, “If you don’t want to do it,
then you don’t have to do it.”
He said, “The truth is,
You’ll be okay, anyway.”
Then in my dream,
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor
Went and had a talk with my boss–
Something about insurance policies;
They kept the door closed at all times
I couldnt hear or see.
When they came out they said,
“You’ll be okay, anyway.”
And I smiled cause I’d known it all along.
No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you!
I don’t have to pay for this shit!
I can’t afford chemo like I can’t afford a limo
and on any given day I’d rather ride a limousine!
No thank you. No thank you. No thank you. No thank you!
I ain’t about to to die like this!
I can’t afford chemo like I can’t afford a limo!
And besides, this shit is making me tired!
It’s making me tired!
It’s making me die!
You know I plan to retire some day,
And I’m-a gonna go out in style!
…Go out in style.
This shit it’s making me tired!
It’s making me tired!
It’s making me die!
I’m-a gonna go out in style go out in style.
When I woke up,
My kids were being quiet–
I knew it was a dream right away;
I called the limousine company.
Then I got dressed.
I dressed the kids as well.
The limousine pulled in,
And we piled in.
The doctor, he asked which way we were headed.
I said, “Sir, let’s just go west.” and he listened obediently.
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC.
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
All about the meanies.
Jacqueline was being such a big girl,
with her cup of tea looking out of the window.
And Barbara…
She looks just like my mom.
Oh my Barbara,
She looks so much like my mom.
No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you!
I don’t have to pay for this shit!
I can’t afford chemo like I can’t afford a limo;
and on any given day I’d rather ride a limousine!
No thank you! No thank you! No thank you! No thank you!
I ain’t about to die like this!
I can’t afford chemo like I can’t afford a limo;
And besides this shit is making me tired!
It’s making me tired!
It’s making me die!
You know I plan to retire some day,
and I’m-a gonna go out in style!
Go out in style!
This shit it’s making me tired!
It’s making me tired!
It’s making me die!
I’m-a gonna go out in style!
Go out in style!
Style.
Style.
Style?
Style.
Style?
Style.
Style?
Style.
I had a dream.
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby-sat all four of my kids.
I had a dream.
Crispy, crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and
Baby-sat all four of my kids.
Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC.
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me
All about the meanie.
Jacqueline was being such a big girl
with her cup of tea looking out of the window.
And Barbara,
She looks just like my mom.
Oh my god! Barbara,
She looks so much like my mom!
Oh my Barbara,
She looks so much just like my mom….
-LisaM.
Filed under: old loves | Tags: brand new, but my tommy gun don't, indie, indie music, Jesus Christ, music, okay i believe you, old loves
So one of my facebook friends posted a not about “Jesus Christ” by Brand New the other day as one of her “goosebump” songs, and I, having my very own “goosebump” song by the band, wanted to do likewise. It’s the perfect ditty for a little self pity (and that may have been the cheesiest line ever).
“Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t,” Brand New
I pretty much live for the “wish I knew” while I’m listening to it. In fact, I rarely finish it because I’m busy restarting it so I can get to the good part. Play count on iTunes: 2.
-LisaM.
