Not Music

Lyrics and music. Formerly rkgmusic. This blog is strictly promotional. I do not claim to own any of what is posted.

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Californian Hills by Ty Segall from Emotional Mugger (2016)

I met the candy queens I met the court, they’re so mean Sound the Dionysus bell Send them all back to hell

American nightmare Guilty generation Fingers on the pulse of their parents’ alienation From the history, histories of Western civilization

The gift of affluent life Was wasted on the fickle wife Who slept in Californian hills And gave herself the sleeping pills And waits for the dollar bills The papers say we’re going to hell

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They Were Wrong by Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros from Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros (2013)

"Here son watch the dog eat dog" He spoke with eyes of the stiffest blue He peeled my fists, said "let it go" Saying "hope like that and you'll never grow"

I'll go dancing with disease, darling please They are wrong I'll go swinging, singing peace, darling please They are wrong, I say they been here for too long - they are wrong, They are wrong

So, to my child not yet born I've just one world of which to warn It lives in the mouths of choking dreams Sickness like that you've never seen

I'll go dancing with disease, darling please They are wrong I'll go swinging, singing peace, darling please They are wrong, I say they been here for too long - they are wrong, They are wrong

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Mess Is Mine by Vance Joy from Dream Your Life Away (2014)

Talking like we used to do It was always me and you Shaping up and shipping out Check me in and check me out

Do you like walking in the rain? When you think of love, do you think of pain? You can tell me what you see I will choose what I believe

Hold on, darling This body is yours, This body is yours and mine Well hold on, my darling This mess was yours, Now your mess is mine

See you in the marketplace Walking 'round at 8 AM Got two hours before my flight Luck be on my side tonight

You're the reason that I feel so strong The reason that I'm hanging on You know you gave me all the time Or did I give enough of mine?

Hold on, darling This body is yours, This body is yours and mine Well hold on, my darling This mess was yours, Now your mess is mine

Bring me to your house Tell me "sorry for the mess" Hey, I don't mind You're talking in your sleep All the time Well, you still make sense to me Your mess is mine

Your mess is mine This body's yours and this body's mine Your mess is mine

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Sapokanikan by Joanna Newsom from Divers (2015)

The cause is Ozymandian The map of Sapokanikan Is sanded and bevelled The land lone and levelled By some unrecorded and powerful hand

Which plays along the monument And drums upon a plastic bag The brave-men-and-women-so-dear-to-God- And-famous-to-all-of-the-ages rag

Sing: Do you love me? Will you remember? The snow falls above me The renderer renders: The event is in the hand of God

Beneath a patch of grass, her Bones the old Dutch master hid While elsewhere Tobias And the angel disguise What the scholars surmise was a mother and kid

Interred with other daughters In dirt in other potter's fields Above them, parades Mark the passing of days Through parks where pale colonnades arch in marble and steel

Where all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall And the cause that they died for are lost in the idling bird calls And the records they left are cryptic at best Lost in obsolescence The text will not yield, nor x-ray reveal With any fluorescence Where the hand of the master begins and ends

I fell, I tried to do well but I won't be Will you tell the one that I loved to remember and hold me I call and call for the doctor But the snow swallows me whole with ol' Florry Walker And the event lives only in print

He said: "It's alright, and it's all over now" And boarded the plane His belt unfastened The boy was known to show unusual daring And, called a "boy" This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceded John’s fall

So we all raise a standard To which the wise and honest soul may repair To which a hunter A hundred years from now, may look and despair And see with wonder The tributes we have left to rust in the park Swearing that our hair stood on end To see John Purroy Mitchel depart For the Western Front Where work might count All exeunt! All go out! Await the hunter, to decipher the stone (and what lies under, now) The city is gone

Look and despair

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Catcher In The Rye by The Dandy Warhols from Distortland (2016)

⁠⁠⁠Don't you know anything can get you down if you let it Somedays more than others this is how I lived and learned to divide them If you needed a friend I could lend some of my time to remind you

Oh you dreamer every little place you go I go, I go Oh you dreamer every little place you, I'm with you

Stop look around keep your head down and let the words stop it pass on by you Words that are somewhere in told are cold if it's not fun then it's funny to show With the advice like this what else could you want if a body need a body I know

You dreamer every little place you go I go, I go Dreamer every little place you go, I'm with you

Well I found heaven is a place on earth when you're around

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Dancing Choose by TV On The Radio from Dear Science (2008)

He's a what? He's a what? He's a newspaper man And he gets his best ideas from a newspaper stand From his boots to his pants to his comments and his rants He knows that any little article will do! Though he expresses some confusion about his part in the plan And he can't understand that he's not in command The decisions underwritten by the cash in his hand Bought a sweater for his weimaraner, too Now I'm no mad man but that's insanity Feast before famine and more before family Goes and shows up with more bowls and more cups And the riot for the last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash for the sickest stunts On aftershave, on gasoline He flips the page and turns the scene

In my mind I'm drowning butterflies Broken dreams and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollow tone It's time

Eye on authority Thumbprint's a forgery Boy, is it crazy what the lights can do For counterfeit community Every opportunity Wasted as the space Between the flash tattoo And the half-hearted hologram Posed for the party Now he gloss full bleed on a deaf dumb tree Cod liver, dollar signs, credit card, autograph Down for the record but not for freedom Angry young mannequin American, apparently Still to the rhythm Better get to the back of me Can't stand the vision Better tongue the anatomy Gold plated overhead Blank transparency In the days of old you were a nut Now you need three bumps before you cut Not that I should care about Nothing I am not scared of But I guess you had to be there

In my mind I'm breeding butterflies Broken dreams, and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollow tone In time

I see you figured in your action pose Foam-injected Axl Rose Life size Should something shake you and you drop the news Lord, just keep your dancing shoes Off mine

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Wrapped Up In Books by Belle And Sebastian from Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003)

It was pretty bright, up on the rainbow bridge tonight I could see into your window although you're far away You were racing in a car Beside a boy, you just don't know if he is up for What you have in mind If he is up for what you have in mind

Change is on the cards, but this time it will be hard But I never want to leave you We've never had a fight You should never split a pole You should never split at all I wish I had two paths that I could follow I'd write the ending without any sorrow

I will say a prayer, just while you are sitting there I will wrap my hands around you I know it will be fine We've got a fantasy affair We didn't get wet, we didn't dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks

Summer's hastening on I'm trying to get a feeling from the city But I've been unfaithful I've been travelling abroad We've got a fantasy affair We didn't get wet, we didn't dare Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books Our inclinations are hidden in looks

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Something Here by Day Wave from The Days We Had (2017)

I'm laying around My head on the ground I feel that I'm sinking in I'm walking around I look at the ground I feel like they're listening

There's something here, oh And my head feels heavy

There's nothing to say So keep from my way I feel that nothing's real Turning around To touch the ground I feel that nothing's real

There's something here, oh And my head feels heavy

I'm laying around My head on the ground I feel that I'm sinking in I'm walking around I look at the ground I feel like they're listening

There's something here, oh And my head feels heavy

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The Last High by The Dandy Warhols from The Dandy Warhols Are Sound (2009)

I am alone But adored by 100,000 more Then I said when you were the last. And I have known love, like a whore from at least 10,000 more Then I swore when you were the last

When you were the last high

You were awake, And I should have stayed, but wandered. 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.

Well, I am alone But adored by 100,000 more Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high

Well 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 100,000 more Then I said when you were the last. And I have known love, like a whore from at least 10,000 more Then I swore when you were the last.

When you were the last high

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Suffocation by Crystal Castles from Crystal Castles II (2010)

We ignore refused consent animals do not repent courtesy to intervene weathered down my selfish needs

I suffocate and promise me you won’t resuscitate and if I change my mind it’s far too late I’m wasting my days as I’ve wasted my nights and I’ve wasted my youth you’re waiting for something you’ve waited in vain because there’s nothing for you

Suffocation

Humility yet to be seen models made of plasticene morality disgrace us now entertain and take a bow

I suffocate and promise me you won’t resuscitate and if I change my mind it’s far too late I’m wasting my days as I’ve wasted my nights and i’ve wasted my youth you’re waiting for something you’ve waited in vain because there’s nothing for you

Suffocation

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Day Go By by Karen O from Crush Songs (2014)

Day go by Day break can't wait for the night to fall Can't sleep I'm wasted, wasted Can't sleep make it to the dawn

By the way I really need my fix cause you got me so sick I know That I'm burning for you

Don't call the doctor, doctor God save the doctor, something's wrong Gonna call the doctor, doctor Gonna tell him that my pain is gone

Time away Tearing me apart, I wear it on my heart, I do Can't sleep, I'm wasted, wasted Can't stand still, I'm shaking over you

Time away I really need my fix cause you got me so sick I know That I'm burning for you

Don't call the doctor, doctor God save the doctor, something's wrong Gonna call the doctor, doctor Just tell him that my pain is gone It's gone gone gone gone

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Our Deal by Best Coast from Crazy For You (2010)

When you leave me The bed is empty And I feel crazy 'Cause I didn't say anything I wish you would tell me How you really feel But you'll never tell me 'Cause that's not our deal

When you leave me You take away everything You take all my money You take all my weed I wish you would tell me How you really feel But you'll never tell me 'Cause that's not our deal

I wish you would tell me How you really feel But you'll never tell me 'Cause that's not our deal

That's not your deal That's not my deal

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Source by Fever The Ghost from Crab In Honey (2014)

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MmmHmm (ft. Thundercat) by Flying Lotus from Cosmogramma (2010)

It's plain to see for you and me, love It cannot hide; just be who you are

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Giving Up The Gun by Vampire Weekend from Contra (2010)

Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes That now you're giving up the gun

When I was 17 I had wrists like steel And I felt complete

And now my body fades Behind a brass charade And I'm obsolete

But if the chance remained To see those better days I'd cut the cannons down

My ears are blown to bits From all the rifle hits But still I crave that sound

Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes That now you're giving up the gun

I heard you play guitar Down at a seedy bar Where skinheads used to fight

Your Tokugawa smile And your garbage style Used to save the night

You felt the coming wave Told me we'd all be brave You said you wouldn't flinch

But in the years that passed Since I saw you last You haven't moved an inch

Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes That now you're giving up the gun

I see you shine in your way Go on, go on, go on

Your sword's grown old and rusty Burnt beneath the rising sun It's locked up like a trophy Forgetting all the things it's done

And though it's been a long time You're right back where you started from I see it in your eyes That now you're giving up the gun

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Congratulations by MGMT from Congratulations (2010)

Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells

Out with a wimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard

But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations

I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast

The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste

But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations

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Science Of Fear by The Temper Trap from Conditions (2009)

Brakes on brakes on The car is runnin' empty Downhill Head on This crash is comin' slowly Move Or watch the slow death of your way of life

There's a science to fear It plagues my mind And it keeps us right here And it keeps us here

My ears My eyes My brain is slowly bustin' Black smoke Red sky The television's sayin' Downhill Head on another crash is comin' Move Or watch the murder of you way of life

There's a science to fear It plagues my mind And it keeps us right here And the less we know The more we sit still My baby's stuck on a road That leads to nowhere

Brakes on There's a science to fear It plagues my mind And it keeps us right here And the less we know The more we sit still, sit still My baby's stuck on a road That leads to nowhere