Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

July 19, 2009

i don't know, this is haunting and meaningful

i don't actually like the song at first..

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

-poetry at it's best-

December 16, 2008

my favorite song of all time

this is the second time i'm writing about this song. the first time was on my friendster blog (deleted). it's not like i listen to this song every single day. but, it remains one of my all time favorite. it was not a big hit when it was released, so i don't think many have heard of it. a meaningful number from incubus.

Talk Show on Mute by Incubus

Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come
o
ne,
come
all
Into
nineteen-
eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! cameras! Transaction!

Quick, Your time is almost up
Make all forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burning to obscurity

Still and transfixed
The electric sheep but dreaming up your face
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera!
Yeah!
Come one, come all
Into Nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights, cameras! Transaction!

Lights, cameras! Transaction!

Come one, come all
Into Nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights, cameras! Transaction!

Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it (but)
You're so much more,
You're so much more
endearing with
the sound turned off