Patti Smith Smells Like Teen Spirit cover…
delicious…love how she says “dan-ger-ous”...a mosquito, my libido…LOL
And she interjects some kick-ass poetry and folkiness into the song…have to repeat this a few times over everytime I hear the cover.
Patti Smith Smells Like Teen Spirit cover…
delicious…love how she says “dan-ger-ous”...a mosquito, my libido…LOL
And she interjects some kick-ass poetry and folkiness into the song…have to repeat this a few times over everytime I hear the cover.
that amazes me most about this song, Stare at the Sun by Thrice
I sit here clutching useless lists,
keys for doors that don’t exist
I crack my teeth on pearls
I tear into the history
Show me what it means to me in this world
Yeah, in this world
‘Cause I am due for a miracle
I’m waiting for a sign
I’ll stare straight into the sun
And I won’t close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind
I see the parts but not the whole
I study saints and scholars both
No perfect plan unfurls
Do I trust my heart or just my mind
Why is truth so hard to find in this world
Yeah in this world
‘Cause I am due for a miracle
I’m waiting for a sign
I’ll stare straight into the sun
And I won’t close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind (till I understand or go blind)
I know that there’s a point I’ve missed
A shrine or stone I haven’t kissed
A scar that never graced my wrist
A mirror that hasn’t met my fist
But I can’t help feeling like I’m
Due for a miracle
I’m waiting for a sign (waiting for a sign)
I’ll stare straight into the sun
And I won’t close my eyes (and I won’t close my eyes)
Due for a miracle
I’m waiting for a sign
I’ll stare straight into the sun
And I won’t close my eyes
Thank you, Mollie, for motivating me to readopt this goal
I like keeping a record here of the songs that mean a lot to me.
victory ’s sweet even deep, in the cheap seats
I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat
Snow Patrol
My friend coupland, whom I admire, tuned me in to the power of this song, and it has stuck with me.
Tom Petty “Mudcrutch” reunited…Lover of the Bayou
it’s a destressing thing
not sure why…
We passed upon the stairs,
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn’t there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes—I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
You’re face to face,
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills—I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
You’re face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.
WRITTEN BY DAVID BOWIE
Performed by
Kurt Cobain/Nirvana