Five random songs from my iPod.
1. The Future Soon - Jonathan Coulton, Where Tradition Meets Tomorrow
Last week I left a note on Laura’s desk. It said, "I love you. Signed, Anonymous Friend." Turns out she’s smarter than I thought she was. She knows I wrote it. Now the whole class does too and I’m alone during couple skate when she skates by with some guy on her arm. But I know that I’ll forget the look of pity in her face when I’m living in my solar dome on a platform in space.
'Cause it’s gonna be the future soon and I won’t always be this way when the things that make me weak and strange get engineered away. It’s gonna be the future soon. I’ve never seen it quite so clear. And when my heart is breaking I can close my eyes and it’s already here.
2. Drunken Angel - Lucinda Williams, Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
Feed you and pay off all your debts. Kiss your brow. Taste your sweat. Write about your soul, your guts. Criticize you and wish you luck, drunken angel. Drunken angel, you're on the other side. Drunken angel, you're on the other side. Some kind of savior singing the blues. A derelict in your duct tape shoes. Your orphan clothes and your long dark hair. Looking like you didn't care.
3. Be True - Bruce Springsteen, Tracks (Disk 2) Box Set
And another cameo role with some bit player you're befriending. You're gonna go broken-hearted looking for that happy ending. Well girl, you're gonna end up just another lonely ticket sold cryin' alone in the theater as the credits roll. You say I'll be like those other guys who filled your head with pretty lies and dreams that can never come true. Well baby, you be true to me and I'll be true to you.
4. Big Boned Gal - K.D. Lang, Absolute Torch and Twang
She was a big boned gal from southern Alberta. You just couldn't call her small. You can bet every Saturday night she'd be headin' for the legion hall. Put her blue dress on and she'd curl her hair. Oh she's been waiting all week. And with a bounce in her step and a wiggle in her walk she'd be swinging down the street.
5. Down There By the Train - Johnny Cash, American Recordings
There's a place I know where the train goes slow, where the sinner can be washed in the blood of the lamb. There's a river by the trestle down by sinner's grove. Down where the willow and the dogwood grow.
If you've lost all your hope. If you've lost all your faith. I know you can be cared for and I know you can be safe. And all the shamefuls and all of the whores and even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord is down there by the train. Down there by the train. Down there by the train. Down there by the train. Down there where the train goes slow.
Friday, August 8, 2008
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