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
I have a brother-in-law who is doing 6 months in P.C.I. he gets out in May and is looking for someone to write him and visit him in jail. Lonely times in there. He is a really great guy if your looking for a man he's the one...He is the one in the wife beater shirt..
Why did you do this? Why can't you even explain your actions? Why have you let me here all alone? Everyday since you have been gone, after all this hurt and continuous hurt, I have to deal with at least two people (men and women) a day trying to be with me because you are gone. And each time they ask all I can think about is you and I get so terribly sick to my stomach...it is killing me. I thought since I showed you craigslist that possibly, someday you will browse this site and find my message of distress. I don't know if I ever want to be with you, but I do know that I need to desperately talk to you. I need to know what happened. The truth this time. It has only been 9 days, but each day is a painful memory of you. If you are running from the cops, then stop or you never will be able to. You have a chance, please as a friend to a friend, please stop and come back and face your minimal consequences. I miss you and I care about you nonetheless. Please write me or call me or stop by the house anytime, day or night. I will always be your friend even though you have caused me so much hurt, pain and public display of stupidity. Please rest assured that none of your belongings are dmamged. I've stored them in a closet so no one can mess with your belongings, because I care and you owe me your bail money. Just please find me and talk to me, I need this to end.
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'because I care...and you owe me bail money'...Hallmark couldn't have written it any better.
Courthouse romance? Could be. If this guys pulls this off, he is my hero...best of luck brother, best of luck!
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Courtroom 13A - m4w - 37
You were wearing a black, business suit and looked HOT!! I sat next to you and we whispered for a few minutes. Nobody cried!! :) You know where to find me...
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And I have no idea why this was the first song that sprang mind...but it was, and who am I to argue with my mind over Greg Dulli?
In honor of the darkest day in commerce, I'll post my favorite track off of 'Black Love' by the Afghan Whigs. I bet Greg Dulli isn't getting up at 4AM to go shopping...so neither should you!
The thing about craigslist is...you ALWAYS have to read a post all the way through. When this one started out I thought it was sort of romantic how he remembered in such detail all of her movements...then it just got creepy...really creepy! Thank God for craigslist...its been making me feel better about my own life for years now.
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Starbucks Storefront Window... - m4w
at 26th and Wilshire. You were there on Friday afternoon, alone, reading and seated inside at the bar in front of the window. I noticed you when I ordered my coffee and went outside and sat down right across from you on the sidewalk. After a while you must have noticed me noticing you. You propped your feet on the rail, raising your knees slightly and let me stare under your skirt. Pink panties, very, very sexy and you crossed your legs, twitched around, uncrossed them. Was I discreet enough? Did anyone else notice?
I should have stopped you when you got up to leave. I'd like a refill? How about you?
...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
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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
