No Woman No Cry :: Bob Marley

Said – said – said: I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in

Trenchtown, Oba – obaserving the ‘ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we meet. Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost

Along the way. In this great future, you can’t forget your past; So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. ‘Ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears: No, woman, no cry.

Said – said – said: I remember when-a we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown. And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights. Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you; My feet is my only carriage, So I’ve got to push on through. But while I’m gone, I mean:

Everything’s gonna be all right! Everything’s gonna be all right! Everything’s gonna be all right! Everything’s gonna be all right! I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a! Everything’s gonna be all right! Everything’s gonna be all right, now! Everything’s gonna be all right! So, woman, no cry; No – no, woman – woman, no cry. Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears; No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown. And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights. Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,

Of which I’ll share with you; My feet is my only carriage, So I’ve got to push on through. But while I’m gone:

No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. Woman, little darlin’, say don’t shed no tears; No, woman, no cry. Eh!

(Little darlin’, don’t shed no tears! No, woman, no cry. Little sister, don’t shed no tears! No, woman, no cry.)

Upward Over the Mountain :: Iron & Wine

Mother don’t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don’t worry, I’ve got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body? Continue reading

Dance Music :: The Mountain Goats

alright I’m on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and I’m five years old or six maybe.
and indications there’s something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily
I’m in the living room watching the watergate hearings
while my step father yells at my mother.
launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover.
lean in close to my little record player on the floor.
so this is what the volume knobs for. Continue reading

Holland, 1945 :: Neutral Milk Hotel

The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come Continue reading 

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea :: Neutral Milk Hotel

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me Continue reading