November 23, 2009 - Monday 5:37 AM
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Category: Music
Footage from Bob Schneider's Bombananza Christmas Show at the legendary Paramount Theatre in Austin, TX Well if I spell it out, if I get it out, Will you hear me when I tell you about What I have to say, before it gets too late? It's not as easy as I said it'd be, But there’s something right about you and me, Something right about you and me.
Well you’re the color of a burning brook, You’re the color of a sideways look from an undercover cop in a comic book You’re the color of a storm in June, You're the color of the moon. You’re the color of the night, that’s right, Color of a fight - you move me. You’re the color of the colored part of The Wizard of Oz movie.
We're like Romeo and Juliet, We're like 40 dogs, cigarettes, We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will. And I can tell you where we're gonna be When the whole world falls to the sea: We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.
All the boys taking you for granted, Tell you what they want with their eyes all slanted. I don’t like the way they look at you, I don’t like the way they talk, too, I don’t like the way they talk to you. I wouldn’t let 'em talk to you like that.
Put 'em up high, reach for the ceiling. Tell them that I'ma walk, damn it, I'm real, And it ain't no crime, it's just dreams we’re stealing - Anything to get more of this feeling
You take the high and I'll take the low, We'll get there before you know. We ain't got no time to waste, We got too much life to taste.
We're like Romeo and Juliet, And 40 dogs, cigarettes, We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will. And I can tell you where we're gonna be When the whole world falls to the sea: We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.
Sometimes you remind me of a moonbeam, On the ghost of a moonbeam out on the beach, Down by the coast, slip into the net Like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Come out tonight, come out with me, baby. We'll throw the careful into the crazy, Turn the sky black into a sky blue, Turn the close shave into a whoo-hoo. What I say is true, make a fire, gotta burn a few, Make a fire, gotta burn a few, We can do what we want to do.
We're like Romeo and Juliet, 40 dogs, cigarettes, We're like good times that haven’t happened yet but will. I can tell you where we're gonna be When the whole world falls to the sea: We’ll be livin’ ever after, happily.
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November 12, 2009 - Thursday 4:50 PM
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Category: Music
I haven't listened to the Foo Fighters in a long time. Wheels, one of two new songs released on their greatest hits album, has had pretty heavy rotation on XM lately. It definitely has a "greatest hits" feel to it, but it's still a great song. I know what you're thinkin' We were goin' down I can feel the sinkin' But then I came around
And everyone I've loved before Flashed before my eyes And nothin' mattered anymore I looked into the sky
Well I wanted something better man I wished for something new And I wanted something beautiful And wish for something true Been lookin' for a reason man Something to lose
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down) When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground) And you feel like it's all over There's another round for you When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
Know your head is spinnin' Broken hearts will mend This is our beginning Comin to an end
Well, you wanted something better man You wished for something new Well, you wanted something beautiful Wished for something true Been lookin for a reason man Something to lose
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down) When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground) And you feel like it's all over There's another round for you When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down) When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground) And you feel like it's all over There's another round for you When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down) When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground) And you feel like it's all over There's another round for you When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)
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September 29, 2009 - Tuesday 4:23 PM
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Category: Music
I've probably posted this one before, but the sense of utter desolation in this song just kills me. You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23 You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green. Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring. And I learned not to say much of nothing so I figure you already know but in case you don’t or maybe forgot, I’ll lay it out real nice and slow
Don’t call what you're wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke. Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes. Have fun and stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister’s birthday. Don’t tell 'em you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.
Five years in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park. Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts. But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you, too. And I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that’s what I’ll always do
So don’t let 'em take who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t. And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.
Don’t call what you're wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke. Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke. Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday. Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.
Don’t give it away.Lyrics and Music by Jason Isbell © 2002 House of Fame Publishing (BMI) Pedal Steel: John Neff / High Harmony: Clay Leaverett
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September 1, 2009 - Tuesday 2:56 PM
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Category: Music
"Out of My Head" is a 1999 pop rock song by the American band Fastball from their second studio album All the Pain Money Can Buy. It peaked at #20 on the Billboard Hot 100, becoming their only top forty hit on the chart. Sometimes I feel Like I am drunk behind the wheel The wheel of possibility However it may roll, give it a spin See if you can somehow factor in You know there's always more than one way To say exactly what you mean to say
Was I out of my head or was I out of my mind? How could I have ever been so blind? I was waiting for an indication, it was hard to find Don't matter what I say, only what I do I never mean to do bad things to you So quiet but I finally woke up If you're sad then it's time you spoke up too
Was I out of my head or was I out of my mind? How could I have ever been so blind? I was waiting for an indication, it was hard to find Don't matter what I say, only what I do I never mean to do bad things to you So quiet but I finally woke up If you're sad then it's time you spoke up too
Was I out of my head or was I out of my mind? How could I have ever been so blind? I was waiting for an indication, it was hard to find Don't matter what I say, only what I do I never mean to do bad things to you So quiet but I finally woke up If you're sad then it's time you spoke up too
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August 28, 2009 - Friday 3:46 PM
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Category: Music
It hurts so bad, just like I knew that it would. But I'd do it again, I'd do it again if i could I've seen people losing all of their faith before they knew what they were looking for I swore I'd never ever do it again 'til this day
Words are all I have to give to you you never seem to see it my way Standing in the shadows I hear people say
I've got confessions to make listen up no one sleeps when I'm awake
The dreams I dream the song I sing for you they're coming from my heart Is my message getting through? You know it hurts so bad just like i knew that it would but I'd do it again do it again if I could do it again if I could
I don't think you know what it's like you should be careful what you're wishing for and try to set your ego aside you will find a false piece of mind you fall behind and everybody's getting tired of you standing in the shadows I hear people say
I've got confessions to make listen up no one sleeps when i'm awake
The dreams I dream the song I sing for you and they're coming from my heart is my message getting through? You know it hurts so bad just like I knew that it would but I'd do it again do it again if I could
Hey hey hey I want you to know hey hey hey hey
Cause the dreams that I dream and the songs that I sing when I lost myself and a different meaning Shot down and post, imagine although it's hundreds of dreams Taking place around you
It hurts so bad just like I knew that it would but I'd do it again, I'd do it again if i could but I'd do it again, I'd do it again if I could
I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again I'd do it again if I could
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August 27, 2009 - Thursday 2:29 PM
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Category: Music
A true story that recalls the 2007 wildfires in California that destroyed 1,500 homes, burned 500,000 acres of land, killed nine people, and injured 85 others including at least 61 firefighters. The grapevine in the title refers to the Grapevine freeway in California. After the incident a local newspaper reported, "Three months after smoke from wildfires carpeted California’s vineyards, some winemakers in the thick of harvest are reporting grapes giving off unusual odors that may be signs of smoke taint." The animated music video for "Grapevine Fires," directed by Walter Robot, won for Best Music Video at the Los Angeles Film Festival, and is currently nominated for Breakthrough Video in the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards. When the wind picked up the fire spread And the grapevine seemed left for dead And the Northern sky looked like the end of days The end of days
The wake-up call to a rented room Sounded like an alarm of impending doom To warn us it's only a matter of time Before we all burn
Before we all burn Before we all burn Before we all burn
We bought some wine and some paper cups Near your daughter's school when we picked her up And drove to a cemetery on a hill On a hill
And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray But she laughed and danced through the field of graves And there I knew it would be alright That everything would be alright
Would be alright Would be alright Would be alright
And the news reports on the radio Said it was getting worse As the ocean air fanned the flames But I couldn't think Of anywhere I would have rather been To watch it all burn away
To burn away
And the firemen worked in double shifts With prayers for rain on their lips And they knew it was only a matter of time
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May 26, 2009 - Tuesday 4:11 PM
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Category: Music
"Romeo and Juliet" is a song by the British rock band Dire Straits, written by Dire Straits singer and lead guitarist Mark Knopfler. It first appeared on the 1980 album Making Movies and was released as a single in 1981. The song subsequently appeared on the Dire Straits live albums Alchemy and On the Night, and later on Knopfler's live duet album with Emmylou Harris, Real Live Roadrunning (though Harris does not perform on the track). The lyrics of the song comprise a description of a conversation between the two lovers of the title. In addition to the obvious reference to William Shakespeare's play of the same title, the song makes playful allusion to other works involving young love, including the songs "Somewhere" – from West Side Story, which is itself based on the Shakespeare play – and "My Boyfriend's Back". Dire Straits' original recording of the song has been featured in several motion pictures, including "Hot Fuzz", "Empire Records", and "Can't Hardly Wait". A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it?
Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway what you gonna do about it?
Juliet the dice was loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded into my heart And I forget the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
Well you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him
Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you 'til I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?
I can't do the talk like they talk on tv And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'll do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme Juliet I'd do the stars with you any time
Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you 'til I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?
A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade He says something like you and me babe how about it?
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May 21, 2009 - Thursday 2:45 PM
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Category: Music
Today is definitely a Steve Earle kind of day. From Transcendental Blues (2000): Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk Of a day -I-ay-I-ay I met a little girl and we stopped to talk Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl 'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
We were halfway there when the rain came down Of a day -I-ay-I-ay And she asked me up to her flat downtown Of a fine soft day -I-ay-I-ay And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do 'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
When I woke up I was all alone With a broken heart and a ticket home And I ask you now, tell me what would you do If her hair was black and her eyes were blue I've traveled around I've been all over this world Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
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May 8, 2009 - Friday 3:45 PM
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Category: Music
Fifteen years ago I'm sure this would have been our backroading anthem: Wake Up, we’re going to the country Wake Up, we’re going to the country We’re going to the country and we’ll do it right Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite
That’s right, we’re going to the country Pack Up, we’re going to the country We’re going to the country and we’ll do it right Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite
That’s right That’s right That’s right That’s right
Yer country loving gets me off all right Yer country loving is complete Yer country loving gets me off all right Yer country loving is so sweet
Alright Alright Alright Alright
Wake Up, we’re in the country Wake Up, we’re in the country We’re going to the country and we’ll do it right Cook up some sweet potatoes and tomorrow night We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite
We’re going to the country and we’ll do it right Cook up a mess of spinach and tomorrow night We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite We’ll watch the stars dancing with the satellite
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May 2, 2009 - Saturday 4:20 PM
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Category: Music
Robbie Fulks remains unknown, yet the members of Rascall Flatts are millionaires. There really is no justice in this world. Robbie Fulks - Let's Kill Saturday Night
Well a dollar I make
Is a buck I owe
And a 40-hour week
Leaves 10 to blow
But every game in this town
Is just nickel-and-dime
And when the sun goes down
It feels like the last time
So down the main drag we ride with the engines open
If there's a fire inside, it's the one thing going
I've got the Mustang loaded
I've got a wrong to right
I've got a little red bullet
Let's kill Saturday night.
Knock it out of its misery
Nail that coffin tight
High living that's history
Let's kill Saturday night.
Well the little man's lot
Is a prince's life
A prince with a lousy job
A prince with a working wife
Something in the big frame's moved
Oh, it never was so hard
To keep a 20 inch tube
And a fenced-in yard
But give me one night with the moon high and the radio pounding
And, brother, this town's gonna go down kicking and shouting.
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