5-Day Song Challenge: Fifth & Final

The five songs I’ve used in this challenge surprised me. The only one I knew I’d use was Slow Cheetah. The rest happened a day at a time, and none of the other songs I planned to use made it into the five posts – including today’s. That’s one of the interesting things about music moods for me – I never know what I’ll be in the mood for from day to day. And this time, rather than relying a planned lists of songs to type about, I decided to wing it from day to day and let my mood guide the choices.

Which leads us to today’s selection.

Song the Fifth:

Float – Flogging Molly

Flogging Molly’s Float is on my mind for two reasons:

  1. The theme: struggling with depression and indifference as time inevitably marches on. Trying to make sense from the senseless and grasping for reasons to persist. For obvious reasons, it speaks to me. Rather, it speaks me.
  2. The timing: totally going to a Flogging Molly concert tonight, and I’m stoked. Fucking. Stoked.

Have a listen.

The Lyrics:

Drank away the rest of the day,
Wonder what my liver would say,
Drink… That’s all you can.

Blackened days With their bigger gales,
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day,
Listen… That’s all you can.

Ah but don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built.

Sick and tired of what to say,
No one listens anyway,
Sing… That’s all you can.

Rambling years of lousy luck,
Ya miss the smell of burning turf,
Dream… That’s all you can.

Ah but don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built… That you built to keep afloat.

Singled out for who you are,
It takes all types to judge a man,
Feel… That’s all you can.

Filthy suits with bigot ears,
Hide behind their their own worst fears,
Live… That’s all you can.

It’s all you can.
It’s all you can… do.

No matter where I put my head,
I wake up feeling sound again,
Breathe… It’s all you can.

Tomorrow smells of less decay,
The flowers create this blooming fray,
Be thankful… That’s all you can.

Ah but don’t, don’t sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built… you built to keep afloat.

Ah no don’t, no don’t sink the boat,
That you built, that you built to keep afloat.

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
I’m a ripe old age,
That’s what I am.

I’m a ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Just doing the best I can.

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
That’s what I am!

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Just doing the best I can!

The best I can!

~

Fighting hard to not sink the boat. Hoping like hell that tomorrow smells of less decay. I’m doing the best I can. Are you?

So I Skipped Another Day (AKA 5-Day Song Challenge: Day 4)

Yesterday was insanity at work. Mostly good insanity. I love when I get to not do my job and do something completely different. (Not even sarcasm.) I interviewed several people for a management program we’re kicking off in about two weeks, and then the dreaded meetings (which I actually like when the people are normal, productive and cool).

So yeah, no posty. And now today, some fucked-up I hope it’s not a medical emergency shit going on with me. But I’m posting anyway, because damnit I’m trying to be here.

And since I’m in a fuck society punk rock place at the moment, I’ll share some with you.

The Song:

Smallpox Champion – Fugazi

A nice, solid, damn-the-man punk rock song.

The Lyrics:

Smallpox Champion of the U S of A
Give natives some blankets warm like the grave
This is the pattern cut from the cloth
This is the pattern designed to take you right out

This is the frontier with winter’s so cold
Greed informs action where action makes bold
To take all the cotton that’s cut from the stalk
Weave in the the disease that’s gonna wipe you right out

What is good for the future
What is good for the past – won’t last

Bury your heart U S of A
History rears up to spit in your face
You saw what you wanted, you took what you saw
We know how you got it- your method equals wipe out
The end of the future and all that you own
Under the blankets of all that you’ve done
Memory serves us to serve you yet
Memory serves us to never let you wipe out

Cha-cha-cha-champion you’ll get yours
Wipe out

~

So this is a heavy one and more than a bit “political.” I wrapped that word in quotation marks, because I think it’s a cop-out to dub genocide a political issue as a justification of sidestepping uncomfortable topics.

If you’re into punk rock, you’ll dig it. Love me some Fugazi.

5-Day Song Challenge: Le Troisième Chanson

What up, peopleaneous! I’m sleepy but hopped up on truckstop caffeine (and not of the coffee variety because spew). I gotta stay awake so I can tutor after work and then go to a comedy show. Yeah baby!

This post is the third of five songs I’ll offer up for the 5-day song challenge. (By the way, you’re all challenged to join in. If you wanna.) Let’s get into today’s song selection.

Today’s Song:

Not Afraid – Eminem

It’s tough to choose one song – or hell, even just five songs for this challenge. I wanted to use Pearl Jam’s Black. Or DMB’s Grey Street. Or Bob Marley and The Wailers’ Three Little Birds. But bleh. I keep changing my mind. Hmph.

This one, though. Eminem’s Not Afraid, while not my favorite of his tracks, is an important song for me. For where I’m at. For flipping the middle finger to the world and holding my head up high, walking tall and strong so I can keep on keepin’ on. Some days are easier than others – today is easier than yesterday. And some weeks are harder than others. This week is tough as fuck compared to last week. One day at a time. One hour at a time. One motherfucking minute at a time. Right this minute?

I’m not afraid.

Let’s dive into the lyrics. Do y’all love lyrics as much as I do? I’m a lyric fiend. Love the tunes, the melody, etc. But the lyrics? That’s where I live. If you’re one of those weirdos that hates words but has a fucking BLOG, then just listen.

The Lyrics:

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that you’re not alone
Holler if you feel like you’ve been down the same road (same road)

Yeah, it’s been a ride
I guess I had to, go to that place, to get to this one
Now some of you, might still be in that place
If you’re trying to get out, just follow me
I’ll get you there

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay ’em
But you won’t take the sting out these words before I say ’em
Cause ain’t no way I’ma let you stop me from causing mayhem
When I say I’ma do something I do it,
I don’t give a damn what you think,
I’m doing this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it’s gassed up, if it thinks it’s stopping me
I’ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I’m tearing down your balcony
No ifs, ands or buts, don’t try to ask him why or how can he
From “Infinite” down to the last “Relapse” album
He’s still shitting, whether he’s on salary paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He’s married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the Earth, he’s got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt, and fuck the whole universe

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that you’re not alone
Holler if you feel like you’ve been down the same road (same road)

Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn’t have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it’s a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth, for that
Fuck your fillings, instead of getting crowned you’re getting capped
And to the fans, I’ll never let you down again, I’m back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let’s be honest, that last “Relapse” CD was ehhh
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain’t going back to that now
All I’m trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow
Cause I ain’t playing around
It’s a game called circle and I don’t know how, I’m way too up to back down
But I think I’m still trying to figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn’t, this fucking black cloud
Still follows me around but it’s time to exorcise these demons
These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that you’re not alone
Holler if you feel like you’ve been down the same road (same road)

And I just can’t keep living this way
So starting today, I’m breaking out of this cage
I’m standing up, I’ma face my demons
I’m manning up, I’ma hold my ground
I’ve had enough, now I’m so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally
For you, so I could come back a brand new me you helped see me through
And don’t even realize what you did, ’cause believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they could do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers
And drop dead, no more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
To focus solely on handling my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters
And raise it, you couldn’t lift a single shingle on it!
Cause the way I feel, I’m strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I’m raising the bar
I’d shoot for the moon but I’m too busy gazing at stars
I feel amazing and I’m…

I’m not afraid (I’m not afraid)
To take a stand (to take a stand)
Everybody (everybody)
Come take my hand (come take my hand)
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just letting you know that you’re not alone
Holler if you feel like you’ve been down the same road (same road)

~

I’m gonna let these lyrics stand on their own. It’s difficult for me to select specific parts that mean more to me than others, but I’ve boldified the ones that touch me the deepest.

Enjoy. And remember; you’re not alone.

5-Day Song Challenge: Day Numero Twovius

So yeah, this was probably supposed to be a consecutive post thingy, yeah? Yeah. As much as I like thingies, I couldn’t post this weekend. I mean, I could have, but yeah. Yeah. A lot of “yeahs” in this post? Had you noticed, or did I just point it out for you and make it worse? …yeah.

I already did the intro and rule thingies in numero the first post. So I’ll get right to today’s song.

Ahem.

Today’s Song(Bet you didn’t see that coming. Cuz I’m suave. Like Rico.)

Feel it Still – Portugal. The Man

This is a new song, and I’m digging the hell out of it. It’s extremely overplayed on a local station, but I don’t mind (yet – I will soon hate the song with the rage of a thousand scorned dragonflies (you thought I was gonna say “women” didn’t you?)).

Have some lyrics in your faceholes. The two little ones that (usually) have eyeballs stuffed in them. The Lyrics:

Can’t keep my hands to myself
Think I’ll dust ’em off, put ’em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

Got another mouth to feed
Leave her with a babysitter, mama, call the gravedigger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now,
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

We could fight a war for peace
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
Give in to that easy livin’
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies

We could wave until the walls come down
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now)
It’s time to give a little tip
Kids in the middle, move over ’til it falls
Don’t bother me

Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming back?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I’ve been feeling it since 1966, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still

~

It feels to me like this song is about quite a few things. I did bold some of the lyrics that I like the most – or are the most meaningful to me.

For the most part, to me it’s a song that has a fun feel and makes me move. As for the lyrics, there are a lot of things and even people about which and whom I can say, “I feel it still.” Might be over now, but I feel it still. I haven’t had my fill.

As for what or whom those things and people may be? I think I’ll keep that bit to myself. For now.

5-Day Song Challenge: Day the First (Or: Slow Cheetahs are not faster than me.)

The awesome Rob at The V-Pub invited me to do a song-a-day challenge thingy. And since I love songs. And thingies. I decided to participate. Plus, it gives me extra incentive to actually show up every day for five days straight. What! To think I once posted every day for like forty days. Who was THAT person?

Anyhoodles. I love – and agree with – what Rob says about music: “It’s something that speaks to individuals in different ways. It’s universal and paradoxically personal.” Yes. That. Yes.

So. Yes. Rules. How I love thee, rules. (Did you hear that? I just snorted.)

Rule Thingies:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days. (Oh shit.)
Post what the lyrics mean to you. (Optional. Sweet. I like options. And crawfish. Damnit, I miss crawfish. Oops.)
Post the name of the song and video. (Not optional. Come on, dudes. This is supposed to be the easy part.)
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge. (Fuck.)

Today’s Song

Slow Cheetah – Red Hot Chili Peppers

Yep. Gotta start off with my current favorite Peppers song. (Peppers favorites shift for me. But right now, it’s Slow Cheetah.) Have a listen and take a look at the lyrics, and you’ll see why.

The Lyrics:

Waking up dead inside of my head
Will never never do there is no med
No medicine to take

I’ve had a chance to be insane
Asylum from the falling rain
I’ve had a chance to break

It’s so bad it’s got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood
Dressed like a wedding cake

Any other day and I might play
A funeral march for Bonnie Brae
Why try and run away

Slow cheetah come
Before my forest
Looks like it’s on today

Slow cheetah come
It’s so euphoric
No matter what they say

I know a girl
She worked in a store
She knew not what
Her life was for
She barely knew her name

They tried to tell her
She would never be
As happy as the girl
In the magazine
She bought it with her pay

Slow cheetah come
Before my forest
Looks like it’s on today

Slow cheetah come
It’s so euphoric
No matter what they say

Everyone has
So much to say
They talk talk talk
Their lives away
Don’t even hesitate

Walking on down
To the burial ground
It’s a very old dance
With a merry old sound
Looks like it’s on today

Slow cheetah come
Before my forest
Looks like it’s on today

Slow cheetah come
It’s so euphoric
No matter what they say

Slow cheetah come
Before my forest
Looks like it’s on today

Slow cheetah come
It’s so euphoric
No matter what they say

~

I’ve added emphasis to the lyrics that resonate the most with me and, therefore, mean the most and hit me the hardest.

I’m not one to look up song meanings. I’d rather listen. Feel. Soak. On my own. I don’t want someone telling me what the takeaway is. Not even the singer/songwriter. Music is so deeply personal, and lyrics are so often the poetry of my soul.

I don’t need someone to tell me that Slow Cheetah is about being: lost, adrift, alone, aimless, pointless, worthless. And fucking numb and over it all. It’s…euphoric. Right? No matter what they say. And I sure as hell don’t need someone telling me that not what it’s about. Even if it really isn’t. After all…everyone has so much to say, they talk talk talk their lives away. But this song…is deeply personal to me. And for me, it has become about survival in spite of myself, no matter what they say.

Because this is one of the many songs I attribute to saving my life. Even on days when I barely knew my name, this and countless other songs spoke me in the dark. Made me feel seen. Understood. Part of something – even a dark something – and therefore less alone. Not alone. I’ve had a chance to break, so I took that chance – even against my will – and I’m still. Fucking. Here. And no matter what the fucking predatory depression says or does…I’m not alone.

No matter what they say.

Playlist Party: 90s Grunge Rock

I’ve been in a total Grunge Rock mood today. Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots…you get the idea. And it occurred to me that I (don’t think) I’ve done a playlist for this particular sort of music. It further occurred to me that that’s bullshit and must change. Now.

So. I’d love if you contribute. You know I love jammin’ out, and it’s a 90s jams day. Preferably not like…you know, the boy bands. They have their place and all, and that place is (generally) not here. So. Wanna rock with me? Show me what you got.

I’ll start us off. (P.S. You can share links if you wish, but last time I tried a meet & greet, it was a straight up bust. But I hope you’ll at least join in the jam sesh. (I said sesh. Which makes me question what has happened to the state of my cool factor.))

Let’s kick it off with what I’m currently listening to.

Pearl Jam – Even Flow

Next up, a little ditty from my (hands-down) favorite 90s grunge rock group. And just look at Layne’s messy 90s hair. Yum. (I realize many of them have it, but this is some of the best. Except blonde.)

Alice in Chains – Man in the Box

Everybody needs some Aussie now and then. They’re next.

Silverchair – Anthem for the Year 2000

And sex. That’s popular, too, right? Yes. Yes, it is. Though the next song isn’t exactly sexy, despite the title.

Stone Temple Pilots – Sex Type Thing

Hmm. What can I say about the next one without being explicit? Nothing. So I shall only say, allow me to present my Bush.

Bush – Machinehead

Speaking of bushes, what about gardens?

Soundgarden – Pretty Noose

I had to be an adult to truly appreciate the next one. Now? Yes, please.

Nine Inch Nails – Closer

You’ll notice the next ones are the last on my list. They deserve to be here, regardless of being influential but highly overrated.

Nirvana – Heart-Shaped Box

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Aside from RHCP, 90s grunge rock is what I listen to more than anything, I think. That hasn’t been the case lately. But today starts another kick of it, I think. Yeah.

Your turn! What would you add to this list?

Portfolio. What.

Dudes. (Yeah, I opened with that yesterday.) He fucking loved it. LOVED IT. My copy has been declared a rousing success – like three minor changes, and done. It’s finished now and has been sent back to creative for a full redesign around the new copy and ideas we bandied about in this morning’s meeting. It was fucking awesome.

booyah

Yes, I came here JUST to brag. I don’t brag in my day to day. But right here on this space…fuck it. I just bragged. I’m proud of what’s happening, and I couldn’t contain myself.

So I have a question for  y’all. I can finally start building a professional writing portfolio. Do any of y’all have a favorite site or service that you use for that sort of thing? Or do you buy your own site? Don’t worry – I’m not getting too carried away here. I just want to use the brochure as a sample of my work. I figured it would be a good time to think about creating a portfolio.

Anyway. I hope to post something more interesting later, but for now…WOOHOO.

Playlist Party: An Adventurous Musical Meet & Greet

Howdy Peopleaneous!

Don’t you just love that word? “Howdy”? Probably not, but maybe I can change your mind. My mamaw always used that word in greeting. “Howdy, Steph,” she’d say with a grin, in her warm, gravelly smoker’s voice. Steph. She just had to call me Steph. Hell, everyone did. I don’t know why it bothered me so much. But when Mamaw said, “Howdy, Steph!,” it didn’t matter.

I loved it. Some people teased her for it, but she kept on saying “howdy” anyway. And so I adopted it, early on. But I mostly only greeted her that way. Mostly.

Until she passed.

And now I say it at work, lots. “Howdy, Gary!” “Howdy, Richard!” “Howdy, y’all!”

People laugh, as though the joke’s on me for being weird. And I’m okay with that. Because Mamaw. I tell them about her when I can, but mostly I just grin and let them go on wondering what sort of weirdo says howdy anymore. And in those moments, I’m smirking with Mamaw and feel all warm and wistful.

So there. Howdy Peopleaneous!

An Adventurous Musical Meet & Greet

It’s been ages since we’ve done a Meet & Greet, so let’s do it! You know I like to mix music into them, so if you want to participate on that front as well it would be superduper! I’m thinking the theme for this Playlist Party slash Meet & Greet should be Adventure – Moving On – Starting Over. I need a playlist for songs like that – any genre is welcome. Even if it’s country, I’ll try not to cringe and call you names. Any genre, any time/decade. I’ll start us off in a minute.

But first, the Meet & Greet! Let’s see. These things usually need “Rules,” but I don’t like Rules. So let’s call them Meet & Greet Ideas:

  1. Give us a link to your about or a favorite post of yours or both – and tell us a little about you if you’d like!
  2. Give us a link to a blog you’re crazy about, or a post that touched you in some way, written by someone else – let’s spread the love!
  3. Share a song about adventure or starting over. (If you don’t have a song idea, you’re still part of this Meet & Greet!)
  4. Reblog or link to this post – let’s see how many new people we can meet y’all!

So let’s see. Lemme start us off by following the “rules,” myself:

My favorite recent post of mine: The Wallpaper. This one’s deeply personal to me, but I was also proud of and surprised by how it turned out.

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A favorite blog of mine: Stupidity Hole. Go. Clicky. Now. I’ll wait. Waiting. Have you gone yet? Good. Are you back yet? Good.

Dude is awesome, and his writing and photography are fun, unique and fucking gorgeous. Check out this post where he talks about his photography, and make sure to check out his shop as well.

I own some of his prints, and they’re gorgeous. I’m frustrated as fuck that I can’t hang them yet. Soon! I’m keeping them protected until PNW. Then I can use them to start decorating my new pad. Word.

~

Now. Music. I’ll kick us off with a few jams about Starting Over, Moving On, Adventure… you get the idea.

To Starting Over

Promise, by Hey Rosetta!

Float On, by Modest Mouse

Time to Move On, by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers

The Getaway, by Leisure Cruise

Road Trippin’, by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Ramble On, by Led Zeppelin

There are so many, but I don’t want to list a couple dozen songs. I’d rather see what y’all come up with!

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So come on. Share your blog links – tell us why you kick ass! Share someone else’s blog – tell us why he or she kicks ass! Share some music – tell us why it kicks ass!

In other words…come kick ass with me! Let’s see how many blog links we can generate this time!

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This post brought to you by:

Asses, specifically those that kick or even those in need of kicking.

Stupidity Hole, because every ass needs a hole. Wait. No. That’s not the best way to introduce him. He’s more than just a hole. Lemme try again.

Brought to you by Stupidity Hole, because Pensive Pug. And also because he said I have to post something today. So I dragged his ass into it!

Music Tag: Because Music Gets Me High

Moose & Michelle at The Lonely Tribalist tagged me in a fun little music game. And I’m gonna do it! Because. Uhm. Because!

Onezo: Because it sounds fun! And fun is fun! And Moose & Michelle are cool!
Twozo: Because I’m busy as fuck! And fuck is busy! And I’m also stressed and depressed and scared about the flooding!
Threezo: Because MUSIC! Oh! Oh yeah, and I don’t know what the hell else to write. Woo!

The Rules (that you know I probably won’t follow) are as follows:

  1. List the first 10 songs that come on shuffle (no skipsies cheaterfaces).
  2. Then write your favorite lyric (or verse) from each song.
  3. Tag/link your enemies, frienemies, friends, puppies, presidential candidates, whatevs. FYI. You fuckin’ already know: Y’all are ALL tagged. Tagging makes me uncomfortable. Almost as uncomfortable as wedgies. Almost. So all y’all are tagged. It’s fun. Dooo eeet.

Now let the games begin!

Music Wallpapers 7

SHE BE SUFFLIN’

Song the First: Elastic Heart by Sia
Favorite Verse: Very difficult to choose my favorite part on this one. But the following won out for its fierce will to fight and survive.

And I will stay up through the night
Let’s be clear, won’t close my eyes
And I know that I can survive
I’ll walk through fire to save my life

~

Song the Second: Diss Never (Dig Up We History) by Tricky
Favorite Verse: I love the flow and style this verse.

But when them missing, them can hold bad man responsible
But a true that a bad man job is invincible
But when them missing, them can hold marathon responsible
But a true that a man job is invincible

~

Song the Third: Modern American Gypsy by Big D and the Kids Table
Favorite Verse:

Some of us are born to not assimilate at all

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Song the Fourth: Knock Me Down by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Favorite Verse:

Don’t be afraid to show your friends
That you hurt inside, inside
Pain’s part of life; don’t hide behind your false pride
It’s a lie, your lie

~

Song the Fifth: Cotopaxi by The Mars Volta
Favorite Verse:

Don’t beat around the pulpit there is no lost and found
Where is the devil waiting trying to disguise?
I’ve seen what you used to look like
Down here you won’t survive

~

Song the Sixth: Obvious Child by Paul Simon
Favorite Verse:

Well I’m accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I’m a dog who’s lost its bite
I don’t expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don’t expect to sleep through the night

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Song the Seventh: I Touch Myself by Divinyls
Favorite Verse: Uhm… I’m just. I’m just gonna drop the song and move on…

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Song the Eighth: Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit by Wu-Tang Clan
Favorite Verse:

And if you want the beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin slums that’s busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck wit

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Song the Ninth: Death is the Road to Awe by Clint Mansell & The Kronos Quartet
Favorite Verse: (Instrumental)

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Song the Tenth: Iron by Woodkid
Favorite Verse: Oooo, I totally forgot about this song.

From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again

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This was cool and fun – certainly interesting to see what came up. A lot of these things I haven’t listened to in ages. And I’m shocked I didn’t get more 90s grunge rock or some of the heavy shit I was recently plowing through. And 80s! Where are the 80s, man?!

Thanks for inviting me to participate, Moose & Michelle!

The rest of y’all: get on this shit. It’s neato!

Shazamify My Life: The Last Ten Songs I Shazammed

I’ve had a busy week. And I’m looking down the barrel of an even busier weekend. But at least the weekend will lack the stress of the week. In fact, I’d say this weekend is full of potential. But that’s for another post.

Speaking of posts, I have a title for one I wanna write. But I still haven’t worked it all out in my head. So while that marinates, I thought I’d do a fun little music post. I use Shazam a lot. Usually at least once a day.

I don’t mean these Shazams:

I mean this Shazam:

Shazam Logo

If you have a Smartphone and have never heard of this app, download it. Now. I’ll wait.

If you like music but don’t have a Smartphone, go buy one. Then download this app. Now. I’ll wait.

Oh and if you don’t like music, just get out. Seriously, what the fuck is the matter with you?

So. Shazam. This nifty little app helps you identify songs you hear on the radio, at the bookstore, playing through your walls from the neighbor’s house, coming through the TV. Whatever. You push the little shazammy button and SHAZAM, you suddenly have the title and artist of what you’re listening to!

Anyway, as I said! I’m one busy motherfucker and I have things to do: a bag to pack, an application to finish, copy to edit, pizza to eat. So let’s get to this mofo.

The Ten Most Recent Shit I Shazammed

R. City feat. Adam Levine – Locked Away – heard on the radio. Also, is it just me, or is Adam Levine only attractive when his tats are exposed? In fact, let’s just put a bag over his head and strip him down. WHAT. The actual fuck. This is a clean blog, people. Do not talk about those things here! Besides. R. City is the one that makes this song.

Highly Suspect – Lydia – FanFuckingTastic. Hotdamn, this is one of the best ones I’ve shazammed lately.

Sun Drug – Wildman – Hell. Yes. Damn, I shazam some good shit.

Tove Lo – Talking Body – I wasn’t a huge fan of her voice, but the lyrics are sexy. And I dig it. Because if you love me right…

Jason Derulo – Want to Want Me – Because Jason Derulo. And I clearly love good, fun, upbeat, sexy songs.

The Delta Saints – My Love – Holy. Fuck. Did I say I shazam some good shit sometimes? I shazam some good shit sometimes!

G-Eazy & Bebe Rexha – Me, Myself & I – I fucking love this song. Seriously, dunno what it is, but I love it. For once, I think I dig the chick’s part more.

Robin Schulz feat. Francesco Yates – Sugar – What can I say? I have eclectic tastes, and I love the shit outta this song. Anyway, how’d you get so fly, huh? Plus. Dudes. This is clearly the best fucking video on the list! Seriously, even if you hate this kinda music, that’s okay. Mute it and watch the video!

Major Lazer feat. Ellie Goulding and Tarrus Riley – Powerful – Sexy, soulful, yes. Aching, yearning, loving. Just. Yes. Because you could give it all, but it’s never enough. As it should be.

2Pac feat. Talent – Changes – Excellent lyrics, beat, rhythm. This song is responsible for making me reevaluate my opinion of 2Pac’s music.

Yep. That’s some eclectic stuff. And here’s a bonus shazam because I can’t even follow my own fucking rules. TEN, you say? Fuck you! Here’s ELEVEN! Muahaha!

Deftones – Hole in the Earth – Enjoy Deftones, because I fucking love ’em.

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Now. What’s the last thing YOU shazammed?