The Carpenters, Yesterday Once More - one of the most beautiful pop songs ever written and recorded. Listened to it on my way to work this morning. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.

When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along

It made me smile

Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-wo-wo
Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re starting to sing’s so fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry

Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Lookin’ back on how it was
In years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love that
I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-wo-wo
Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re starting to sing’s so fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry

Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before

It’s yesterday once more

And I want to believe that a light's shining through somehow

Dusty Springfield, signing this... the reason is to painful to mention.

Goin' Back (gerry goffin & carole king)


I think i'm goin' back
To the things
I learned so well
In my youth

I think i'm returning to
Those days
When i was young enough
To know the truth

Now there are no games
To only pass the time
No more colouring books
No christmas bells to chime

But thinking young
And growing older
Is no sin
And i can play
The game of life to win

I can recall the time
When i wasn't ashamed
To reach out to a friend
And now i think i've got
A lot more than
A skipping rope to lend

Now there's more to do
Than watch my sailboat glide
And everyday can be
My magic carpet ride
And i can play hide and seek with my fears
And live my days instead of counting my years

Let everyone debate the true reality
I'd rather see the world the way it used to be
A little bit of freedom's
All we lack
So catch me if you can
I'm goin' back



London Bye Ta-Ta...

I Don't Want To Be - Gavin DeGraw

I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
am i the only one to notice
I can't be the only one who's learned

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

Can I have everyone's attention please
if you're not like this and that
You're gonna have to leave

I came from the mountains
the crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay dust stone
and now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I DONT WANT TO BE...
I DONT WANT TO BE...
I DONT WANT TO BE... ANYTHING OTHER THAN..

later,
Chris...

I could stay if you asked me,
So for God's sake don't ask me to stay

Station Approach by Elbow

I haven’t been myself of late
I haven’t slept for several days but

Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight

The streets are full of Goths and Greeks
I haven’t seen my mum for weeks but
Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight

I never know what I want but I know when
I’m low that I need to be in the town
Where they know what I’m like and don’t mind


A scholar and a gentleman. Well at least one of them...

Death To Everyone - Bonnie Prince Billy

I am here, right here
Where god puts none asunder
And you, in black dress and black shoe
You do invite me under
Go on, go there
You can see me aging
Stars turn, balls burn
Coming kids are raging

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

Every terrible thing is a relief
Even months on end buried in grief
Are easy light times which have to end
With the coming of your death friend

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
La la la ...

So strap me on and raise me high
Cause buddy I'm not afraid to die
But life is long and it's tremendous
And we're glad that you're here with us
And since we know an end will come
It makes our living fun

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun
Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun

Death to me and death to you
Tell me what else can we do die do
Death to all and death to each
Our own god-bottle's within reach

Death to everyone is gonna come
And it makes hosing much more fun


I think we all get that feeling “what can I do to help the human race” then you probably like me say fuck it theirs something on the TV - JamieSim

SEX - Frank Zappa

What's the thing that they's talkin' about everywhere?
SEX
When they wanna be suave 'n debonair
SEX

What's poppin' up the most from coast to coast
SEX
At yer bongo party an' yer weenie roast
SEX

Even them Christians who is born again
SEX
Go out 'n get pooched every now 'n' then
SEX

Do ya do or don't ya don't
SEX
Bet yer lyin' if ya say ya won't

Some girls try it 'n go on a diet
Then they worry 'cause they's too fat
Who wants t'ride on an ironin' board?
That ain't no fun . . . I tried me one

Grow that meat all over yer bones
Work the wall with the local jones
'N while you do it, remember this line
The Sniffer says it all the time

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

Makes no difference if yer young or old
SEX
Don't you act like it's made of gold
SEX

Ladies they need it just like the guys
SEX
Maybe you could use a protein surprise
SEX

Layin' down or standin' up
SEX
You get reals good, just keep it up
SEX

Any time, anywhere
SEX
Why d'ya think it's growin' there?
SEX

Some girls try it 'n they don't like it
They complain 'cause it don't last
Who wants to ride on a debutante?
They talks too much . . . they moves too fast

Watch the scenery while you ride
You can be very warm inside
'N when the train goes 'round the bend
Check the shrub'ry on the other end

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

"THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION, THE BETTER THE PUSHIN'
THE BIGGER THE CUSHION . . . "

Mother of Pearl
(Ferry)

Turn the lights down, way down low
Turn up the music, hi as fi can go
All the gang's here, everyone you know
It's a crazy scene, hey there just look over your shoulder
Get the picture? No no no no .......(Yes)
Walk a tightrope, your life-sign-line
Such a bright hope, right place, right time
What's your number? Never you mind
Take a powder, but hang on a minute what's coming round the corner?
Have you a future? No no no no .......(Yes)

Well I've been up all night again party-time wasting is too much fun
Then I step back thinking of life's inner meaning and my latest fling
It's the same old story all love and glory it's a pantomime
If you're looking for love in a looking glass world it's pretty hard to find

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Divine intervention always my intention so I take my time
I've been looking for something I've always wanted but was never mine
But now I've seen that something just out of reach glowing very Holy grail

Oh mother of pearl lustrous lady of a sacred world
Thus even Zarathustra another time loser could believe in you
With every goddess a let down every idol a bring down
It gets you down but the search for perfection
Your own predilection goes on and on and on and on
Canadian Club love a place in the Country everyone's ideal
But you are my favorita and a place in your heart dear makes me feel more real

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't change you for the whole world

You're highbrow, holy with lots of soul melancholy shimmering
Serpentine sleekness was always my weakness like a simple tune
But no dilettante filigree fancy beats the plastic you
Career girl cover exposed and another slips right into view
Oh looking for love in a looking glass world is pretty hard for you

Few throwaway kisses the boomerang misses spin round and round
Fall on featherbed quilted faced with silk softly stuffed eider down
Take refuge in pleasure just give me your future we'll forget your past
Oh mother of pearl submarine lover in a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer your choker provokes a picture cameo

Oh mother of pearl so so semi-precious in your detached world

Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl
Oh mother of pearl I wouldn't trade you for another girl

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!

It's called Nummern, Emil. I love it too.

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!

In reply to:

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It's called Nummern, Emil.

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Not on the English version of the album, Froggy.
Easily one of my all-time top-ten songs: the most effective beat ever created, sinister synthesized voices, and nothing more.

As an alternative, we will be confiscating weed supplies and replacing them with magic mushrooms, in hopes of helping niggas see beyond their reality. ~ Saul Williams

This is a German band. You must say Nummern.

Rest in pieces,
Sweet Effee!