Once again a current favourite song is lacking lyrics on the interwebs. This situation cannot go uncorrected. So here’s the words to Peggy Sue – The Remainder as transcribed by yours truly during one of those lovely nights when insomnia and me are bosom buddies (that would be most nights then).
The rythmn surrounds the room, you’ll be sleeping soon.
The radio plays its tune, you’ll be dreaming.
Take a match to that paper moon and i’ll set it alight,
a bright nightlight for you.
And i’ll hold my body still.
i’ll hold against it’s will,
and i’ll hold my breath unt¨ªl i’m blue and i’m bruised.
You’ll say this mind is ill,
but sleep will come, it will.
First let the truce lay real
and dreams will come back to you.
’cause the rocks the’ve thrown are all laid down
and the backs that turned are all turned back around
and your hands still warm in my own at night
but your body’s cold, won’t you warm it with mine?
And you cut my hair by moonlight
and I held my breath out of fright
as the locks fell loose by your side
and I had nowhere left to hide this pride.
I’ll bend my body ’til it breaks
and i’ll bend these truths to make you space
and i’ll bend my will ’til we find faith.
And I’ll bend, and i’ll break
Back from Morocco (which was ace btw) and back to putting stuff online. Current favourite song Broken Wing by Leeds based Grammatics appears to be lacking any lyrics on the interweb. I’m pretty sure I can fix that:
Every mistake that you watched me make
I made again.
Sat up wide awake, a coma sounds great
and sit me down.
And if you are unhappy well
you know the worst isn’t here.
You’ll fall into another’s arms
before I reappear here.
Out in the sticks the sun called in sick
for weeks on end.
And there’s passport controls and oceans of road between us now.
Through countryside to the industry
the routine it’s full swing.
I’m taking to the stage tonight
with a broken wing.
Things that I lose are final with me
once I know they’re gone.
Oh, that can’t be you
’cause what we’ve been through
is valuable.
I’m a broken wing
broken wing
broken wing
I’m a broken wing
broken
broken wing
Clear my lungs,
set my breathing right.
The valiant, the blood sport, the bias, the difference.
The codec for love at first sight
kills the money, worries,
sets the bias, the difference.
Clear my lungs,
set my breathing right.
The valiant, the blood sport, the bias, the difference.
The codec for love at first sight
kills the money, worries
sets the bias, the difference.
It’s all that is seen
all that is seen
Broken wing.
Grammatics really are something quite special, the entire album is a wonderfully melancholic piece of beauty. Buy, listen, enjoy, share.
Seattle based Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head are one of my current favs. Blending just the right amount of insanity and cool to produce an album “Glistening Pleasure” that is just so much fun to listen to.
July has been filled with so many things. Gigs, Partying, Geekery. At some point I’ll get it all down here (well maybe not all) but until then just make do with this month’s Muxtape which pretty much describes my July in chronological order.
Caught Black Kids doing an instore at HMV today totally by accident while trying to get some of this week’s vinyl quota. Pretty good band if you can get past all the hype they’ve been getting, which will probably destroy them. A short set of course but it was most enjoyable despite it interfering with my retail therapy which included a lovely 12″ of insanely good We Are Scientists electro remixes, a Dead Kennedys 7″ and Blank & Jones/Bernard Sumner 7″ (more on these guys in another post i think)
Currently enjoying Frankmusik very much at the moment, cheesy 80′s style electro but I love it. Have a tune :
