The Jack of Hearts

Artist: The Blues Brothers

Track: Rubber Biscuit

Artist: DragonForce

Track: Through the Fire and Flames

Artist: Jona Lewie

Album: On The Other Hand There’s a Fist

Track: Kitchen At Parties

I’m no good at chatting up and I always get rebuffed
Enough to drive a man to drink I don’t do no washing up
I always leave the stuff piled up
A-piled up in the sink

But you will always find him in the kitchen at parties

Me and my girlfriend we argued and she ran away from home
She must have found somebody new and now I’m all alone

Living on my own. What am I supposed to do?

That’s why you’ll always find him in kitchen at parties
you will always find him in the kitchen at parties

Then I met this debutante I said I like new wave rock
She was into french cuisine but I ain’t no cordon bleu
This was at some do in Palmers Green
I had no luck with her

You will still find him in kitchen at parties

At last I met a pretty girl she laughed and talked with me
We both walked out of the kitchen and danced in a new way

And now I’ve done my time in the kitchen at parties
I’ve done my time in the kitchen at parties

He’s done his time in the kitchen at parties

Artist: Belle & Sebastian

Track: Piazza, New York Catcher

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping around on pagan holidays?
Oh, elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase 

San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and well he may

I love you, I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place beside you
And strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves

Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare

The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he’s praying for 
a doorway 
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench

I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like 
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour

Artist: Tom Waits

Track: Little Drop of Poison

I like my town with a little drop of poison
Nobody knows they’re lining up to go insane
I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter
But I feel much cleaner after it rains

Artist: Cat Stevens

Track: Father and Son

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it’s not easy,
To be calm when you’ve found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you’ve got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It’s always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It’s not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them you know not me.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Artist: Violent Femmes

Track: Out The Window

He was smart he was wise 
He’d profoundly philosophise 
Empathy for all humanity 
‘til one day by an open window 
There’s a note that read 
I’ve gone out the window - I’m dead 
He said yes to life for all of his life 
But then one day he said no.. 
I gotta go..
out the window 
We all go out the window 
Catch me I am falling 
Catch me I am calling 
Catch me we are falling 
Catch me we are calling 

Artist: The Deadly Syndrome

Track: I Hope I Become a Ghost

”To all those I hate, I don’t know why I’m writing this.
You never cared about what l thought or felt while I was alive.
Besides, you’re all too shallow to comprehend the pain I feel.”

soundboard:

Of Monsters and Men - Little Talks

Driving in the car with my best friend he puts this song on and demands, “You sing the girl part and I’ll sing the guy part!” I’m ready. The song starts playing and halfway through the first lyrics I realize: wait… I don’t know this song. He can’t believe I don’t know the song so he takes over both parts. Now, instead of “wait… I don’t know this song” my feelings have turned to wait… why don’t I know this song!?!

Since that day I’ve had the album from this wonderful Icelandic indie folk band on repeat; it’s definitely an album worth having.

I’ll be ready next time.

-Zach

roadmovies:

its all gonna break.
when i was a kid, you fucked me in the ass
but i took my pen to paper and i passed
you know i love the shit cause the shit it tastes so good
i got pastures waiting in the woods
its all gonna break
treat me like a sign, sounds like so/oh well
i know times like these are the hell
and when you do the tricks, the tricks look so good
i got buried rumors waiting in the woods
and they try to climb awake
and call me over
skies they rape and skies are sober
minds they fake and minds rolled over
it’s good, it’s good, it’s good

i know that your dying
i know it’s true
i know theirs seven thousand things you rather be and rather do,
and i know that you fuck what you love
and you love what you fuck.

i’ll keep them out girl, i’ll keep it true
i’ll do anything inside the skin of you
cause i know that the sound of your heart
is a god i can trust
like a man 
not a boy
i don’t love i just fight with the violence in ourselves
its all gonna break
and you all want the lovely music to save your lives
and you all want the lovely music to save your lives
keep it coming
their is no lie to save your life
keep it coming
this is the lie to save your life
why are you always fucking ghosts
why are you always fucking ghosts
why
it’s been such a long
life that we trust
your heart is a whore
and love is just lust.
you want what you can’t
and you can’t cause of fear
we’ve got to get
out of here
why are you always
its been and it settles down and fights to love.
its all gonna break. 

Artist: Foster The People

Track: Pumped Up Kicks

Robert’s got a quick hand.
He’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kid.
Yeah he found a six shooter gun.
In his dads closet hidden in a box of fun things, and I don’t even know what.
But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, yeah he’s coming home late.
And he’s bringing me a surprise.
‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice.
I’ve waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger,
I reason with my cigarette,
And say your hair’s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you’d better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Artist: Swing Republic

Track: On the Downbeat (feat. Bing Crosby)

is it true that swing’s another name for jazz?

Artist: Fine Young Cannibals

Track: Suspicious Minds

we’re caught in a trap

Artist: The Mountain Goats

Track: This Year

i played video games in a drunken haze
i was seventeen years young
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

Artist: Echo & the Bunnymen

Track: The Killing Moon

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him