well, oh my god. i jsut hit "add" on side a mix and now it's on MY profile! i had no idea technology could be so easy. have fun this saturday, and if you are going to do vocals and run out of things in english then just say this: pues si que soy un hipocampo, pero tu eres mis burbujas de champan. yo hago un hipo, y tu me ries mientras flotas hasta la superficie! si si que siiiii.
CNP Records [ http://cnprecords.com ], 804noise [ http://804noise.org ], &
the Virginia Art & Music Festival Present: two of Richmond's most avant
garde collectives coming together to organize an evening of experimental,
lo-fi, noise and art rock.
Saturday April 14, 2007
Art Space
Zero E. 4th St
Richmond, VA
5:00PM [SHARP]
DONATIONS SUGGESTED
The winding lanes . . .
and the fields on the left and the right . . .
and through my awkward life . . .
the same refrain.
I always wished it might have been recorded.
But now memory
has distorted your light.
Sing me something clear and true
in some otherworldly tune.
I'll make it up for you.
The day we played
as kids among the headstones
we pretended we had died.
But now something's changed.
We don't play games
and time has proved you right.
And now memory
has distorted your light.
Sing me something clear and true
in some otherworldly tune.
If you were here
I'd make it up for you.
Yeah, I'd make it up for you
with the song I loved the most.
I know you're here
and I'm not afraid of ghosts.
I'm not afraid,
I'm not afraid of going out alone.
(we lay down on the stone just like we died)
I'm not afraid,
I'm not afraid of ghosts.
(Whooooooo....)
Sing me something clear and true.
(Whoooo....)
And I'll make it up for you.
(Whooooooo...)
Sing me something clear and true.
I'll lay down on the stone right by your side.
(Whooooo.....)
Sing me something clear and true.
(Whooooo....Whooooo.......)
Sing me something clear and true.
Make You Mine
Can you name all the bones in my body?
Can you make all the tones in my head?
What you couldn't find in books--
and you've broken every spine--
is that I'll make,
I'll make you mine.
I'll make you mine,
'cause I love you SO, tonight.
And I promise that I will send my fears away.
I could tame all the tigers in your bloodstream.
Can you lay all my ghosts in their graves?
But what you couldn't find in books
(and you've broken every spine)
is that I'll make,
I'll make you mine.
Yeah, I'll make,
I'll make you mine.
I'll make you mine,
'cause I love you so, tonight.
And I promise that I will send my fears away.
I'm make you mine, mine, mine,
mine, mine, mine.
And I'll send my fears away.
I know you're sad
and I think it's my fault.
I know you're sad
and I think it's my fault.
But your mother said
don't call unless you can be there,
yeah, be there.
I'll make you mine,
'cause I love you SO, tonight.
And I promise that I will send my fears away.
I'll make you mine, mine, mine,
mine, mine, mine.
I'll send my fears away.
Southpaw
Cracked knuckles, and my fists
are bandaged up for the fight.
Am I ready?
There's the bell.
How many rounds can I go?
And how can soften the blows?
Can I avoid them altogether?
But my heart isn't in this.
I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter.
It feels like my first hit.
(and it hurts like...)
I didn't see this coming anyway.
(yeah, it hurts like hell)
So don't tell the crowd...
Black eyes, black threads, and bandages for the fight.
Who are the odds on,
me or him?
How many tricks do I know?
And how can I soften the blows?
Or can I avoid them altogether?
But my heart isn't in this.
I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter.
It feel like my first hit.
(and it hurts like...)
I didn't see this coming anyway.
(yeah, it hurts like hell)
So don't tell the crowd,
but I'm gonna let my guard down.
You're the only one now.
My heart isn't in this.
I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter.
(I'll let you take me)
It feel like my first hit,
and it hurts like hell.
(I'll let you take me)
Black eyes, black threads, and bandages.
(I'll let you take me)
It feels like my first hit,
and it hurts like hell.
(I'll let you take me)
My heart isn't in this.
I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter.
i got to listen to these songs of yours with shitty pop music in the background of this internet cafe. it was a lovely mix of noises. you should try it in your recordings. i'd recommend incubus. wait, are they considered pop?! i don't even know my genres like i should.. for shame.
