Showing posts with label Band Of Horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Band Of Horses. Show all posts
Nickelback Lyric Of The Week
"Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body
They say its over budget but you'd pay her just to touch it come on
Needs to hit the big screen and shoot a little love scene
If hollywood had called her she'd be gone before ya had her come on"
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I am sure you recognize this lyric from the gorgeous Nickelback ballad, 'Something In Your Mouth'...such a heartbreaker, that one.
And now, in order to reinforce the horribleness that is Nickelback, I offer up a much better song that references Hollywood...
Band Of Horses - 'St, Augustine' MP3
They say its over budget but you'd pay her just to touch it come on
Needs to hit the big screen and shoot a little love scene
If hollywood had called her she'd be gone before ya had her come on"
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I am sure you recognize this lyric from the gorgeous Nickelback ballad, 'Something In Your Mouth'...such a heartbreaker, that one.
And now, in order to reinforce the horribleness that is Nickelback, I offer up a much better song that references Hollywood...
Band Of Horses - 'St, Augustine' MP3
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Redifing the Ipod age

OK, I am going to totally show my age here...but I am getting old, and I am at peace with it. But I digress. Does anyone else out here remember 'sniglets'? If not, congratulations...you are much, much younger than me!(feel free to click the link there, it will give you a brief stufy in ancient pop culture history).
Living in this insane age of on-demand information as we do, I think what the world needs now is a new Rich Hall. I am constantly coming across situations that call for a word, but alas, no word exists. Take the walk I was on last night as an example. And this is one that happens to me ALL THE TIME. I was walking along the side of a street when a funeral procession was rolling down the road, and just as the current song on my mp3 player ended, the shuffle brought up 'The Funeral' by Band Of Horses next...as the procession was RIGHT THERE. I have these amazing musical coincidences happen all the time,and I can't be alone. I mean most of my music obsessed friends are just like me and ALWAYS have their Ipod's in their ear. This has to happen to everyone sometimes.
And this phenomenon needs a word. I would like to nominate:
Ipodepity - The fateful meshing of life and the shuffle mode.
Or how about when your Ipod plays two oddly related songs back to back. Like just today my shuffle played Lykke Li's 'Dance Dance Dance' and T Rex's 'Cosmic Dancer' back to back...again, this sort of thing NEEDS to be called something. I have literally tapped out all of my excess brain power in coining "ipodepity"...so feel free to share your suggestions on this one, or any other Ipod related circumstances that deserve their very own definitions.
Band Of Horses - 'The Funeral' MP3
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'Hollywood is calling out your name'

As I was walking down Hollywood Blvd last night on my way to see a band, they lyrics of
this Band Of Horses song, 'St Augustine', echoed through my head..."Hollywood is calling out your name"...as between all of the over priced bars and nightclubs homeless people sleep in the alleys...the stark contrast between the haves and the have-nots here is omnipresent.
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Drop me a song!
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...or my email is anyway! Hey, it's me Blair...the Certain Songs staff of one. I just do this for the love of the music and am in no way trying to rip anybody off, so if you are an artist or a record label and you are not happy that I am promoting your music, or you want me to take a song down, just shoot me an email and I will most definitely oblige.
And please support the artists I post here in whatever way you can if you do download a song...go to a show, buy some merch, buy an album...these songs are the soundtrack to my life and I just love to share them. But I can only do that if the insanely talented artist responsible for said songs are able to eat.
I also love hearing new stuff...so any submissions can also be sent to my email, I will try my bestest to listen to everything and get back to you all...peace,love,rock n' roll.
csmusicblog@gmail.com
And please support the artists I post here in whatever way you can if you do download a song...go to a show, buy some merch, buy an album...these songs are the soundtrack to my life and I just love to share them. But I can only do that if the insanely talented artist responsible for said songs are able to eat.
I also love hearing new stuff...so any submissions can also be sent to my email, I will try my bestest to listen to everything and get back to you all...peace,love,rock n' roll.
csmusicblog@gmail.com
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I guess you're old enough to know.
Kids out on the east coast.
Roughly twenty years old.
Got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio.
Of warm beer to the summer smoke.
And the meat loaf to the billy joel.
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car.
She looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars.
She's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks.
Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox.
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along.
B-1 is for the good girls.
It's only the good die young.
C-9 is for the making eyes.
It's paradise by the dashboard light.
D4 is for the lovers.
B12 is for the speeders.
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends.
And they're playing it again.
Ellen Foley gives us hope.
Certain songs they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know.
Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes.
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows.
They get high and ride around in gtos.
I guess you're old enough to know.
CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS.
- The Hold Steady
Kids out on the east coast.
Roughly twenty years old.
Got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio.
Of warm beer to the summer smoke.
And the meat loaf to the billy joel.
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car.
She looks shallow but shes neck deep in the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars.
She's pulling out her shirttails and jacking up her socks.
Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox.
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along.
B-1 is for the good girls.
It's only the good die young.
C-9 is for the making eyes.
It's paradise by the dashboard light.
D4 is for the lovers.
B12 is for the speeders.
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders and the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends.
And they're playing it again.
Ellen Foley gives us hope.
Certain songs they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know.
Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes.
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows.
They get high and ride around in gtos.
I guess you're old enough to know.
CERTAIN SONGS THEY GET SCRATCHED INTO OUR SOULS.
- The Hold Steady
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