Saturday, July 22, 2006

don't hate me

i right now feel my life can best be expressed through angry songs and interpretive dance. here's the music. now picture jack sparrow in a tutu and let your imagination run wild.

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chomsky - light

don't set me down easy, don't shield me from light
it might start to burn and maybe that's right
so give me your reasons and don't take all night
don't set me down easy, don't shield me from

try the new deception
throw me off, push me hard, false start, falling off the mark
cover all intentions with a little dark
seeing it in motion
mumbling, stumbling, so weak, so insecure
keep all your inventions
time to make things pure

don't set me down easy, don't shield me from light
it might start to burn and maybe that's right
so give me your reasons and don't take all night
don't set me down easy, don't shield me from

can't get any clearer
poor excuses and notions and reasons - all in the way
get me out from under and come what may
pushing it to crisis
feel explosions, close in, build up, had enough

wasting all my profits
i'm down
wasting all my profits
i'm down
don't let the bastards be your masters

don't set me down easy, don't shield me from light
it might start to burn and maybe that's right
so give me your reasons and don't take all night
don't set me down easy, don't shield from

give it all to me at once
hit me with your strong full force
pain will wash everything gone
and i'll keep moving on, be rest assured

i won't slow down
i will run, run, run
yes i will
i won't slow down
i will run, run, run

so don't do me any favors
just come clean, shoot to kill, make it fast, cue the stun
go ahead, try and explain it
either way i'm done

wasting all my profits
i'm down
wasting all my profits
i'm down
don't let the bastards be your masters

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jamie cullum - nothing i do

we were so drunk last night
we had that stupid fight
you called me a useless, selfish prick
so i'm in a fix right now
and we'll measure the truth somehow
love is a funny thing to me

then you stormed out and grabbed your coat whilst slamming shut the door
a ruthless move so cold you left your keys inside the door

can nothing i do make you happy anymore
can nothing i say put a smile on to your face
can nothing i say bring us back together
can nothing i do put a smile on to your face

the next day i called your back
and you called a stupid twat
and then you were crying on the phone
you sounded so upset...you said i wasn't the man you met
three years and seven months ago

i pleaded with her take me back, i'll change my sorry ways
so tell me why mysteriously i'm annoyed instead of shamed

can nothing i do make you happy anymore
can nothing i say put a smile on to your face
can nothing i do bring us back together
can nothing i say put a smile on to your face

i'm pondering it all after that call
i think it is clear
if i'm here, you're from another stratosphere
all the things she said, they run around my head and come out my ear
and not long before, this stubborn soul thinks he's done no wrong

as crander questions flutter round my head like butterflies
my head spins out reflecting on another love's demise

can nothing i do make you happy anymore
can nothing i say put a smile on to your face
can nothing i do bring us back together
can nothing i say put a smile on to your face


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2 comments:

  1. I still have that keg of whoop-ass when you need it.

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  2. The first time I heard "Nothing I Do" I thought, "That's odd. Either I dated Jamie Cullum for a while and blocked it all out or Ben is writing his lyrics now." Give me a call, babe. I'd like to help you sooth your slimy, burning wounds. Or at least empathize.

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