Robbie Williams - Broken Arrow I hate the Rod Stewart version, and this one is the original. The words have interesting meaning. Anyhow, it's one of my favorites. Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow? Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain? There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Do you feel what I feel Can we make it so that's part of the deal I've gotta hold you in these arms of steel Lay your heart on the line this time I wanna breathe when you breathe When you whisper like that hot summer breeze Count the beads of sweat that cover me Didn't you show me a sign this time (Chorus) Do you feel what I feel Can you see what I see Can you cut behind the mystery I will meet you by the witness tree Leave the whole world behind I wanna come when you call I'll get to you if I have to crawl They can't hold me with these iron walls We got mountains to climb, to climb.
Perfect Circle - Magdalena The price of... something powerful. Maybe not necessarily love, but not lust either. A mix of the two, I should think. Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by this Holiest of altars So pure So rare To witness such an earthly goddess That I’ve lost my self control Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your Holiest of altars I’d sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One chance One kiss One taste of you my magdalena I bear witness To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten So pure So rare To witness such an earthly goddess That I’d sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I’d sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my magdalena
George Michael -- I can't make you love me ... Morning will come, and I'll do what's right Just give me till then, to give up this fight And I will give up this fight And I can't make you love me if you don't You can't make your heart feel something it won't
Or I have the experience to appreciate how horrible it is... (To each his own, but George Michael is just... wrong. Very. Very. Wrong.)
You are a snob because you think that someone whom you don't like couldn't possibly produce something good or interesting.
It's true that we love one another - The White Stripes (with Holly GoLightly) The song really doesn't mean anything. It's just playful. Both: Well it's true that we love one another. Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother. Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you. Holly: Jack give me some money to pay my bills. Jack: All the dough I give you Holly you been using on pain pills. Holly: Jack will you call me if you're able? Jack: I got your phone number written in the back of my bible. Holly: Jack I think you're pulling my leg and I think maybe I'd better ask Meg. Meg, do you think Jack really loves me? Meg: You know, I don't care because Jack really bugs me. Why don't you ask him now? Holly: Well I would but Meg, I really just don't know how. Meg: Just say Jack, do you adore me? Jack: Well I would Holly but love really bores me. Holly: Well maybe we should just be friends. Jack: I'm just kidding Holly. You know that I'll love you til the end. Both: Well it's true that we love one another. Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother. Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you. Jack: Holly give me some of your English lovin. Holly: If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven. Why don't you go off and love yourself? Jack: If I did that Holly there won't be anything left for anybody else. Holly: Jack it's too bad about the way that you look. Jack: You know I gave that horse a carrot so he'd break your foot. Meg: Will the two of you cut it out and tell em what jt's really all about. Both: Well it's true that we love one another. Holly: I love Jack White like a little brother. Jack: Well Holly I love you too but there's just so much that I don't know about you.
Anime theme songs. Since I hear some of them every night, I have a small directory of the ones that get stuck in my head. Usually, that's all it takes, you know? Hear "Fukai Mori" six times in an evening, plus coming from the television, and it stops echoing in my skull all day. Unfortunately, the trick isn't working right now with L'Arc en Ciel's "Ready! Steady! Go!" from the Full Metal Alchemist soundtrack. Damn them. Damn them all. However, Puffy Ami Yumi's "Puffy de Rumba" is so freaking hilarious that they're forgiven. And that worked. I no longer have the "Teen Titans Theme" bouncing in my skull. Now, aren't you glad you asked? (Lyrics, "Ready! Steady! Go!", by L'Arc en Ciel, Romaji and English.) Is it because the Japanese take bubblegum pop so damned seriously?
Che Soave Zeffiretto from La Nozze de Figaro (Mozart). To those of you who have seen The Shawshank Redemption, this is the song that Andy plays over the prison loudspeakers and earned him two weeks in the hole and a beating. Red: I have no idea to this day what them two Italian ladies were singin' about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I like to think they were singin' about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared. Higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away...and for the briefest of moments -- every last man at Shawshank felt free. It pissed the warden off something terrible. Red said all that needs to be said. He said it very well indeed. (The opera is actually a comedy, yes? I wonder if the song is actually comical? I don't care. It lifts you up high and is beyond words. I'm glad I don't speak Italian.)
Louis Armstrong - A Kiss to Build a Dream On. Many possible interpretations of this song imaginable. Some crude. Some not so crude. Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on Give me a kiss before you leave me And my imagination will feed my hungry heart Leave me one thing before we part A kiss to build a dream on When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you Weaving romances...making believe they’re true Give me your lips for just a moment And my imagination will make that moment live Give me what you alone can give A kiss to build a dream on (instrumental break) When I’m alone with my fancies...I’ll be with you Weaving romances...making believe they’re true Give me a kiss to build a dream on And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss Ah sweetheart, I ask no more than this A kiss to build a dream on ... Well, while I typed that up, the song changed. Green Jelly - The Three Little Pigs. This song is just fun, fun, fun. Why don't you, sit right back, and I, I may tell you, a tale. A tale of three, little pigs, and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF. Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hicky. He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city. And then one day, he bought a guitar. He moved to Hollywood, to become a star. But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city. Built his house out of straw, what a pity. And then one day, jammin on some chords, along came the wolf, knocking on his door. (Chorus) Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in. NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!! Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in. Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Huffin, puffin, blow your house in. Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!! Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stokin. He spent most of his time just a ganga smokin. Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach. Getting paid money for religious speech. He built his shelter from what he garbage picked. Mostly made up of old cans and sticks. Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley, and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley. (Chorus) Well the third little piggy, the grade A student. His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent. Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College. Built his house from his architect knowledge. A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills. Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills. And then one day came the old house smasher the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER. (Chorus) Well the big bad Wolf, well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could. And low and behold the little piggy's house stood. "IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted. The wolf just frowned, as he pouted. So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would. The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could. (Rambo) "YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!" Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see. So thats to end the story, for you and me. If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say. (Chorus) "And the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."
