Books are not the one true love of my (unromantic) life — words are. I love the way words sound. I love the way they look on a page. I love the way they can hurl meanings and soften blows. I love typography (especially fonts with serifs). I love how words seem to leap from the pages of books and magazines. And I love words that are tossed at me through speakers or headphones as integral ingredients to songs that I love.
This was a quiet morning in the office, so I took the opportunity to revisit my iTunes playlist while I worked, jotting down lyrics along the way. I admit to a level of snobbery when it comes to this mixtape. I have omitted some pretty embarrassing songs from this list that popped up on shuffle.
Stars of Track and Field
Belle and Sebastian
Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs
Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs
You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs
You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys
They never know it
Because you never show it
You always get your way
Tangled Up In Blue
Bob Dylan
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.
Girl in the War
Josh Ritter
Turn up the music and pray that she makes it through.
That Teenage Feeling
Neko Case
Now that we've met
We can only laugh at these regrets
Common as a winter cold
They're telephone poles
They follow each other
One, after another, after another
But now my heart is green as weeds
Grown to outlive their season
And nothing comforts me the same
As my brave friend who says,
"I don't care if forever never comes
'Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling
I'm holding out for that teenage feeling"
Neko Case
Now that we've met
We can only laugh at these regrets
Common as a winter cold
They're telephone poles
They follow each other
One, after another, after another
But now my heart is green as weeds
Grown to outlive their season
And nothing comforts me the same
As my brave friend who says,
"I don't care if forever never comes
'Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling
I'm holding out for that teenage feeling"
When I’m Gone
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
I won't feel the flowing of the time when I'm gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I'm gone
My pen won't pour out a lyric line when I'm gone
So I guess I'll have to do it while I'm here
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