Don’t ask me why I obsessively look to rock ’n’ roll bands for some kind of model for a better society. I guess it’s just that I glimpsed something beautiful in a flashbulb moment once, and perhaps mistaking it for prophecy have been seeking its fulfillment ever since.
- Lester Bangs
to look into your eyes, I could swear you care. But I am good at being wrong,as you know this already! I wish I could erase you from my mind.you have taken over all of my senses completly. I no longer see! I no longer hear, I only feel you. Its a sad sad day, dont think it will ever stop raining. I havent seen the sun in months. Noah's flood wasnt shit compared to mine. shards of pain rip through my soul. tearing and bleeding, I waste away. No love at all for me in this world. I am all alone. only thing I carry is a pocket full of pain and the memory of my most precious. You know who you are, please dont go far. I need you. I love you.I miss you. I want US to be US! not you and me, or him and her. I want to hear you say I DO! I want this dream to come true! I love you and only you and that will never change no matter what, not even if I never see you again. I could never love another woman other than you, I shouldnt love you. but yet.......... I DO!
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So is this person lonely? Or sad maybe? I wish they would stop beating around the bush, STAND UP and vehemently TELL the world how they feel! Sitting there all listless and passive won't find your missed connection my friend...
Pearl Jam. I remember being a young man, absolutely obsessed with all things Pearl Jam. I can remember spending HOURS in our one cool record shop in Columbus,OH - Singing Dog Records - scouring the import section, looking for anything new from Eddie and company. I am embarrassed to say how many insanely overpriced, poor quality bootlegs I bought in those days. Cheaply made albums that were recorded by some drunk guy in the 300th row at some Pearl Jam show somewhere...discs that were no doubt pressed in some guys basement in Europe, then shipped to the US to be sold to stupid kids like me.
One of the millions of reasons I still love Pearl Jam is for the fiercely fan friendly approach to the music business. I was SO thrilled when the band starting offering soundboard recordings of EVERY show they played, double discs that were sold for an oh so reasonable price of lik3 $11.99. I bought a ridiculous amount of those too, but didn't go totally broke doing so. I think I have seen 10 or 11 PJ shows, and it is so great to have recordings of most of those shows...they make a wonderful audio time capsule.
Enough waxing nostalgic, here are four of my favorite PJ covers...some Radiohead, Tom Waits,Cat Stevens, and Tom Petty.
...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.
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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