The Prodigal Daughter

Follow through
Make your dreams come true
Don’t give up the fight
You will be alright
‘Cos there’s no-one like you
In the universe

Don’t be afraid
What your mind conceals
You should make a stand
Stand up for what you believe

And tonight we can truly say, together we’re invincible

Sharing the struggle
THey will pull us down
but please, please lets use this chance to turn things areound

And tonight we can truly say, together we’re invincible

Do it on your own
It makes no difference to me
What you leave behind
What you choose to be
And whatever they say
Your souls unbreakable

Sharing the struggle
They will pull us down
But please, please lets use this chance
To turn things around

And tonight we can truly say
Together we’re invincible
Together we’re invincible

Sharing the struggle
THey will pull us down
But please, please lets use this chance
To turn things around

And tonight we can truly say
Together we’re invincible
Together we’re invincible

—

muse

So messed up, I want you here
In my room, I want you here
Now we’re gonna be face to face
And I lay right down in my favorite place
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
Well, come on…

And now I’m ready to close my eyes
And now I’m ready to close my mind
And now I’m ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sand
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog…

Well, come on…

—
the stooges

Daniel

And I’m not going back into rags or in the hole
And our bruises are coming, but we will never fold
And I was your silver lining, as the story goes
I was your silver lining, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

And I was your silver lining, high up on my toes
While you were running through fields of hitchhikers
As the story goes

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver now
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

And the grass, it was a’ticking
And the sun was on the rise
I never felt so wicked
As when I willed our love to die

And I was your silver lining, as the story goes
I was your sliver lining, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver now
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

—
Rilo Kiley

I was recently given a comp downloaded from the internet entitled “Indie Rock Playlist: Best of 2008″. I am a pretty huge loser and have always enjoyed “indie rock” which I thought included a wide range of music. That could be me. It could be that I don’t stay in that genre and my tastes are ecclectic. It is possible. Maybe I am just too old to get it.

Yet now, it seems, that these bands make very “cute” music that include at least a xylophone, a stringed instrument, and perhaps a girl and boy duet/group sing along. It sounds very little like rock and very much like some kind of music they would be selling a mac or a small fuel efficient car with. There are certain bands and songs that do stand out from this comp, but for close to 150 songs, the majority sound very very similar. This is not to discount the songs that I do genuinley like. There are at least a few. Like the Electric Six song…but they pretty much fucking rule anyway.

Is this a valid complaint? Am I too old to like cute neo folk? I mean it is as if it’s fashioned to sound like Belle and Sebastian except less musically talented and less harmonic. Half of these kids can’t even sing. Perhaps this is just a precursor to have the pirate band I am currently a semi part of to blow the fuck up. I do not know.

It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane’s awake —

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

—
Leonard Cohen

I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more than I said
When you were the last high
And I have known love like a whore
From at least ten thousand more than I swore
When you were the last

When you were the last high

You were awake
And I should’ve stayed
But wondered
I was only out for a day
Out for a day
It was Chicago for a moment and then
It was Paris and London for a few days
But I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more than I swore
When you were the last

When you were the last high
When you were the last high

I was the first to have spoken
And I said just about
All of the things you shouldn’t say
So maybe you loved me but now
Maybe you don’t
And maybe you’ll call me
Maybe you won’t

So I am alone but adored
By a hundred thousand more than I said
When you were the last high
And I have known love like a whore
From at least ten thousand more than I swore
When you were the last

When you were the last high
And you were the last high
—
Dandy Warhols

In the first days of the spring time
made you up and split from one thousand enemies
made a trail of, of a thousand tears
made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy

There’s a ghost in me
who wants to say “I’m sorry”
Doesn’t mean I’m sorry

At the first hour of the springtime
made you up and split from one thousand enemies

now I see you from the corner
clock strikes
and I know you will be drinking alone

There’s a ghost in me
who wants to say “I’m sorry”
Doesn’t mean I’m sorry.
—
Ladytron