Monday, November 28, 2005

Toby Keith - Big Blue Note

See that big blue note,
Over there on the counter?
You don't wanna read that thing, man,
It's a real get-you-downer.
But don't you dare say nothin' else,
Bad about her: she's gone.

No, no, no, no, don't, don't throw it away,
'Cause tonight, I might need it.
It gets real lonely around here at night some times,
And I have to reread it.
Besides, you can show it to the boys down town,
They won't believe that she's gone.

There used to be a time I was all she ever wanted.
All the man that she'll ever need.
I come home to find, just like that, she's up and vanished.
And the only thing she left behind for me:

Is this big blue note,
folded up in my pocket.
Yeah, don't laugh: it's been two months;
I still got it.
Sometimes I have to read the sucker twice,
Just to make sure I ain't forgot that she's gone.

You know, my psychiatrist said:
"Tell me, what do you see,
when you look at these inkspots,
of, reds, yellows and greens?"
You know, I looked at 'em all,
but they all looked to me like big blue notes.

There used to be a time I was all she ever wanted.
All the man that she'll ever need.
I come home to find, just like that, she's up an' vanished.
And the only thing that's left to do for me:

Is stand high on this cliff,
overlooking the sea.
With my big blue notepaper aeroplane,
that I just set free.
And I'm gonna wait here a few more minutes,
and if it don't come back to me:
You guessed it: she's gone.

Crash landing.
Bye bye, baby.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Keith Urban - You'll Think Of Me

I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot BETTER
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me

I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah

And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Billy Currington - Must be doing something right

A woman is a mystery
Man just can’t understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her
Is the touch of your hand
And other times you gotta take it slow
And hold her all night long
Heaven knows there’s so many ways
A man can go wrong

Must be doing something right
I just heard you sigh
Leaned into my kiss
And closed those deep blue need you eyes
Don’t know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doing something right

Anywhere you wanna go
Baby show me the way
I’m open to suggestions
Hmm, whatever you say
Tonight’s about giving you what you want
Whatever it takes
Girl I hope I’m on the right road
Judging by the smile on your face

Must be doin’ something right
I just heard you sigh
Leaned into my kiss
And closed those deep blue need you eyes
Don’t know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doing something right

Oh baby
Hmmm

Don’t know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doing something right
Must be doing something right

Oh yeah
Must be doing something right

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit

As most of the Linkin Park songs, this song also seems to be cryptic. Breaking the Habit, to me, appears to be the story of a person who has a troubled life due to some old habits - whatever it may be - and it is a realization that dawns on him that if he doesn't stop, it will tear him apart. That is to say, it will result in slow destruction. Then as he tries to break the habit, it gets worse. Finally, after much trauma, he vows to break the habit tonight.

Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

Clutching my cure
I thightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than any time before
I had no options left again

I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight

I'll paint it on the walls
'cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity
To show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm
Breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight


Watch the Anime angst in the video at Yahoo

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Keith Urban - Tonight I Wanna Cry

Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
Theres pictures of you and I on the walls around me the way that it was and should have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

Would it help if i turned a sad song on
"All by Myself" would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

Cause I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

oOOoh

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with this pride
Let it fall like rain, from my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry.

mmhmm mm


I am baffled since I realized how convoluted and intricate the labyrinth of life is. Am I the only one in this quandary or does everyone go through this phase of life?

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Irma Thomas - Hold Me While I Cry

Sometimes life's no fun
There's days I've lost more than I've won
There lots of places that I've been to
Sometimes carrying my load alone without you
But there are things that I won't do
Everytime I get the blues
At times my heart gets heavy with doubt
I've come so close to checking out
Suddenly, you receive me
Silently, you believe in me
And I know you'll never let me down
I'll be alright come the morning
After tears fall down without warning
And you don't have to understand it
And you never ask me why, just hold me while I cry.


The third song on this playlist by the soul queen of New Orleans. (Courtesy: Public Radio)

Friday, November 11, 2005

Heywood Banks - Yeah Toast

Here are the lyrics for the fabled "Toast Song". The guy singing it is playing his drumsticks on a metal toaster.

All around the country and coast to coast
People always say, "what do you like most?"
I don’t want to brag, I don’t want to boast
I always tell 'em, "I like toast."
YEAH, TOAST!!
YEAH, TOAST!!


I get up in the morning about six A.M.
Have a little jelly, have a little jam
Take a piece of bread, put it in the slot
Push down the lever and the wires get hot,
I get toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!


Now, there’s no secret to toasting perfection
There’s a dial on the side and you make your selection
Push to the dark or the light and then
If it pops too soon, press down again
Make toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!


When the first caveman drove in from the drags
Didn’t know what would go with the bacon and the eggs
Must have been a genius, got it in his head
Plug the toaster in the wall, buy a bag of bread
Make toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!


Oui Monsieur, bonjour croquette,
Une croissant? Et vous auvent?
Maurice Chevalier, Eiffel Tower,
Oui Marie, baguette, bonsoir!
(Oh in my ribs I have Bon sua!)

FRENCH TOAST!
FRENCH TOAST!

In Chicago we're on the Bob and Tom show

YEAH TOAST!!

eh uh uh
TOAST!!


(the french part has the following pronunciation):

Oh we mah sure bon jour cah cet
Uh huh con a soon tay voose a vet
Maurice a vera Eiffel Tower
O we mah re ba get bon swar

Bonjour = good day, hello
Croquette - is food (duh) like chicken croquette
Maurice Chevalier - a famous comedian from the 50's
Bonsoir (bon-swar) = good evening, hello

Caveat: This song is too hillarious and I don't care why most people believe the lyrics were by Missy Elliot while Bob & Tom credit it to Heywood Banks.

Just so you know, the French part isn't supposed to be french. It is merely a comglamoration of words that when said at the appropriate speed and tone sound like french. To back this statement, the last line of the alleged "French" section is: "Oh in my ribs I have Bon sua!" The last two words are french only. Yet another of the writer's examples of hilarity.

Note: The cartoon version of the performance is available as a video.