post songs I think are awesome and that others should know about

I’ve just discovered Yelle….and I love her. I listen to this song whenever I work out and it pushes me further and makes me so happy that I forget I’m sweating like a pig.

Cuizinier avec ton petit sexe entoure de poils roux
Je narrive pas a croire que tu puisses croire quon veuille de toi
Je ny crois pas meme dans le noir, meme si tu gardes ton pyjama
Meme si tu gardes ton peignoir, en forme de tee-shirt ringard
Garde ta chemise ca limitera les degats batard

Je veux te voir
Dans un film pornographique
En action avec ta bite
Forme patatoes ou bien frites
Pour tout savoir
Sur ton anatomie
Sur ton cousin Teki
Et vos accessoires fetiches

Cuizi cest quoi
Ta position favorite
Tes performances olympiques
Mais tu nas rien dorgasmique
Tu es tout nu
Sous ton tablier
Pret a degainer
Mais je tavoue rien ny fait

Tu reves dun Hummer fluo
Dessine par Akroe
Mais tu nas pas le permis
Tu prends toujours le métro

Superstar dun soir ta vie redevient normale apres
Pas besoin de lunettes noires pour te cacher personne te reconnait
Ta carte verte tattend mec
Cest pas des paroles en lair
Jai reussi à ten faire
Une avec mon scanner
Lentree est gratuite ce soir
Cest le seul moyen pour quon vienne
Alors les filles on se promene
Ouais on va aux chippendales
On navait pas prevu de passer la soiree avec des rigolos
On voulait voir des pectoraux, des mecs montes comme des taureaux

Tes posters de LilJon recouvrent ceux de Magic Jonhson
Ton corps est trop crunk pour assurer les dunks

Cuiziner cest toi que je veux voir
Que je veux voir ce soir
Te faire ridiculiser par une fille qui rappe mieux que toi
Jai pas assez de mes 10 doigts pour les compter dans la salle
Toutes ces filles coiffees comme moi qui savent ce que tu vaux a poil

I’ve rarely heard such songs that make me want to bop my head and siiiiiiiing as much as this one does. Actually, most all Of Montreal songs give me that urge. This one is special. You may have heard a cleancut corporate version of this song in the Outback commercials, but go ahead and ignore it because this song will make you love your life and want to roll in glitter.

WRAITH PINNED TO THE MIST AND OTHER GAMES- OF MONTREAL
Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Let’s forget who forget what forget where
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare

Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
We’ll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails

Maybe I’ll never die I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
now it seems too lovely to be true but I know the best things always do

let’s pretend we don’t exist
let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

I love Loretta Lynn’s voice. I have always liked this album and have only recently gotten it stuck in my head. The force behind this particular song really strikes me.

Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain’t love then tell me what is
Well I lost my heart it didn’t take no time
But that ain’t all. I lost my mind in Oregon

In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin’ in fast she was takin’ it slow
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin’ at me
I knew right then we were playin’ free in Oregon

Next day we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon

Well sloe gin fizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go

And a pitcher to go [repeat]

When I went to see “Waitress” last week I was captivated by this song. So much so that I had to track it down by just the words “smile” and “pumpkin pie.” It’s so sweet…

We’ll meet at three by the sea
Let it flow
Flow
We’ll nervously shoot the breeze
Let it flow
We both got nowhere to be
Let it flow
Flow
You make my heart skip a beat
Let it flow

It’s like lightning when she smiles
She tastes just like pumpkin pie
Storm clouds have filled the sky
I’ve arrived when she smiles
I’m on fire

On the outskirts of town
Let it flow
Flow
Lonely lane I sat down
Let it flow
And it was there I found a book bound with leather
Let it flow
In it was the electric love letter
Let it flow

It’s like thunder when she cries
I’d die to be by her side
Tonight when we take a ride
We’ve arrived when she smiles
I’m on fire

We’ll meet at three by the sea
Let it flow
We’ll nervously shoot the breeze
Let it flow
We both got nowhere to be, man
Let it flow
You make my heart skip a beat
Let it flow
And it was there I found a book bound with leather
Let it flow
In it was written the electric love letter
Let it flow

It’s like lightning when she smiles
She tastes just like pumpkin pie
Tonight when we take a ride
I’ve arrived when she smiles
She’s hungry like an only child
But her lipstick really drives me wild
I’ve arrived when she smiles
I’m on fire

This is the song they did on Conan. I am totally in love with the smoothness of the new album. It’s a totally different vibe than the jarring freneticness of 4 thieves gone. I can’t wait to see them tomorrow night. Tomorrow night!

I keep tellin’ myself that it’ll be fine
You can’t make everybody happy all of the time
I find myself in a place that I never been
A place that I thought that I could never be
There’s people looking back at me

I keep having this dream; I’m at a party
There’s people throwing drinks and screaming telling me that I don’t belong
Lately life’s been the same I find this comfortable place
With all my friends then my friends start telling me that I’ve always been wrong
And I’m so tired of being wrong

There was a time I could move there was a time I could breathe
The crowded spaces filled with angry faces
It didn’t once cross my mind
With paranoia on my heels; Will you love me still
when we awake and see that the sanity has gone from my eyes?

I got secrets from you, you got secrets from me
Because you’re so worried about what I’m gonna to think,
Well I’m worried too
But if love is a game, girl, then you’re gonna win
I’ll spend the rest of my life bringing victory in
If you want me to

This is one of those songs that will get my ass out of bed in the morning. I know the lyrics are depressing and dreary, but the chorus just makes me sing as loud as I can in the car.

“Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues”

The smokestack spitting black soot into the sooty sky
The load on the road brings a tear to the indian’s eye
The elephant won’t forget what it’s like inside his cage
The ringmaster’s telecaster sings on an empty stage

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day

The girl with the curls and the sweet pink ribbon in her hair
She’s crawling out her window ‘cause her daddy
He just don’t care
Come on

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day

The clown with the frown driving down to the sidewalk fair
Finger on the trigger let me tell you gave us quite a scare

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day

The kids flip their lids when their ids hear that crazy sound
My neighbor digs the flavor still he’s moving to another town
And I don’t believe he’ll come back

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day

Well i don’t know how you take in all the shit you see
No don’t believe anyone and most of all
Don’t believe me
Believe you

Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day

I love this song. It makes it feel like spring, even when it’s turned back to cold and gray outside. I saw e in concert last fall and they did a kick ass rock version of it. Stupendous!

I Like Birds by Eels

I can’t look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of the astronauts
And i won’t listen to their words
‘cause i like
Birds

I don’t care for walking downtown
Crazy auto-car gonna mow me down
Look at all the people like cows in a herd
Well, i like
Birds

If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on

I can’t stand in line at the store
The mean little people are such a bore
But it’s alright if you act like a turd
‘cause i like
Birds

If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on

This song came into my life way back when. I had a major crush on someone who was taken. Think of it as a more angry version of “Jessie’s Girl.”

think i’m going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don’t want nobody to follow me
‘cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren’t already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she’s not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you’re perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can’t even tell me that much

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer’s always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y’know, i don’t look forward
to seeing you again soon
you’ll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won’t know what to do
and i won’t know what to say

except fuck you…

i see you and i’m so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there’s a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there’s a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you…

Such a cute little slacker song! There are days where all I can think about is home, jammies and my sweetie and this song completely embodies that emotion. And it’s catchy as HELL.

Working all day for a mean little man
With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
He’s got me running ‘round the office like a dog around a track
But when I get home,
You’re always there to rub my back

Hey Julie,
Look what they’re doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
And I’d never make it through without you around

Hours on the phone making pointless calls
I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
Counting down the hours ‘til I get to see your face

Hey Julie,
Look what they’re doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
And I’d never make it through without you around
No, I’d never make it through without you around

How did it come to be
That you and I must be
Far away from each other every day?
Why must I spend my time
Filling up my mind
With facts and figures that never add up anyway?
They never add up anyway

Working all day for a mean little guy
With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
He’s got me running ‘round the office
Like a gerbil on a wheel
He can tell me what to do
But he can’t tell me what to feel

Hey Julie,
Look what they’re doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it’s so hard to bear it
And I’d never make it through without you around
No, I’d never make it through without you around
No, I’d never make it through without you around

This is one of those very perfect songs that embodies a specific mood. In this case it’s that fundimental discontent that accompanys a dissatisfying job, failing relationship and genral malaise and discontent.

Look me in the eye
Then, tell me that I’m satisfied
Was you satisfied?
Look me in the eye
Then, tell me that I’m satisfied
Hey, are you satisfied?

And it goes so slowly on
Everything I’ve ever wanted
Tell me what’s wrong

Look me in the eye
And tell me that I’m satisfied
Were you satisfied?
Look me in the eye
Then, tell me I’m satisfied
And now are you satisfied?
Everything goes
Well, anything goes all of the time
Everything you dream of
Is right in front of you
And everything is a lie (or) And liberty is a lie

Look me in the eye
And tell me that I’m satisfed
Look me in the eye
Unsatisfied
I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied
I’m so dissatisfied
I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied
I’m so unsatisfied
Well, I’m-a
I’m so, I’m so unsatisfied
I’m so dissatis,dissattis…
I’m so