Archive for August, 2008

“Every day I play a sad game called
In the future when all’s well
Living longer than I had intended
Something must have gone right

I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
I thank you
I thank you with all of my heart
Lee, please stand up and defend me
In the future when all’s well
Confront what you are afraid of
In the future when all’s well

Hold me closely if your will allows it
In the future when all’s well
Paired-off
Pawed till I can barely stand it
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long, long sleep
The future is ended by a long sleep”
Morrissey, In the Future When All’s Well, Ringleader of the Tormentors

“Dog… Dog
The moon sheds light
when all is dark
the dog’s reaction is to bark.
Is that the moon’s fault?
Tell me true
Tis the dog’s nature
So to do.
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog’s a vapour
Belched by earth
The dog’s a vapour
Belched by earth.
Dog… Dog.
Ooooooooohhhhhhh
There’s something in you.
Tis the dog’s nature
So to do
The moonlight fills all heaven with mirth
The dog’s a vapour
There’s something in you
The dog’s a vapour
The dog’s a vapour
Belched by earth
THE DOG’S IN YOU ”
Bauhaus, The Dog’s A Vapour, Go Away White

This whole country is scared of failure.
My head keeps trying to sell me ambition.
But in my heart, I want self-respect.
There’s a conflict.

Boy, I feel so outgunned today
But I’ll get up and fight back, anyway
You and I aare not huge mainstream stars
But unlike them, we’re really what we are

We got Main Street eyes
Watchin’ as the big boys roll by
Under rotten television skies
We got Main Street eyes

I saw a kitten squashed in the street
I read about a plastic surgeon and his art collection.

We are played for suckers all the time
Phony rock and roll
It’s a crime
I don’t want to dip myself in trash
I don’t want to give myself for cash

We got Main Street eyes
Tryin’ to do what’s decent with our lives
Under funny television skies
We got Main Street eyes

Walkin’ around sometimes
I see a tension under the surface People are just about ready to explode.
James Newell Osterberg (Iggy Pop), Main Street Eyes