Thursday, August 20, 2009

The Freakin' FCC

Fans of Family Guy should appreciate this one. We all know how ridiculous the FCC can be when it comes to regulating material. So without getting into a political discussion, here is the classic FCC song by Peter, Brian and Stewie Griffin. And since it is the FCC song, be prepared for some language.

Song: The Freakin' FCC
Artist: Peter, Brian and Stewie Griffin from Family Guy

Peter: They will clean up all your talking in a menace such as this
Brian: They will make you take a tinkle when you want to take a piss
Stewie: And they'll make you call fellatio a trouser-friendly kiss
Peter, Brian, & Stewie: It's the plain situation! There's no negiotiation!
Peter: With the fellows at the freakin FCC!

Brian: They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of the special interest groups...
Peter: Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Stewie: Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops!
Peter, Brian, & Stewie: Take a tip, take a lesson! You'll never win by messin'
Peter: With the fellas at the freakin' FCC

Peter: And if you find yourself with some you sexy thing
You're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
Cause you can't say penis!
So they sent this little warning they're prepared to do the worst

Brian: And they stuck it in your mailbox hoping you could be co-erced
Stewie: I can think of quite another place they should have stuck it first!
Peter, Brian, & Stewie: They may just be neurotic
Or possible psychotic
They're the fellas at the freakin FCC!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Valley of the Low Sun

This song off the Wallflowers lead singer Jakob Dylan's solo album is about a soldier off at war, most likely Iraq, based on the lyrics. It's acoustic with just Dylan and a guitar. One of the better songs of the decade.

Song: Valley of the Low Sun
Artist: Jakob Dylan
Album: Seeing Things

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
And laid our armor down
These precious metals and these captain's letters
They are no use to us now
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
Unable to hold their own guns

I know that soldiers are not paid to think
But something is making us sick
Onward and steady
Able and young
In the valley of the low low sun

In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Into the back of beyond
Burning the daylight into a pastime
That's too wise to come more than once
It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming
Out mining a slippery world
Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel
And bombers named after girls

On bridges of black ice not built for the rush
There's a new kind of beast getting up
That's stranger than fiction
Speaking in tongue
In the valley of the low low sun

Hold on for the slow turning
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out
Down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come
Like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be there

The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
It's way up around the sun
As cool water crashes down to the masses bootlegged and bottled like rum
My dreams are humble lean as arrows
Streetwise ready and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed

Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven
But baby we just look like hell
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of the low low sun
Act like you mean it where paradise was
In the valley of low low sun

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Strawberry Swing

This is about to become the fifth single released from Coldplay's latest album, Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends. And it cracks my top five of favorite Coldplay songs. The music seems to be a cross between Japanese folk music and even a little bit of western swing mixed in. The message I got from the song was to hold on to your childhood memories and what's dear to you.

Song: Strawberry Swing
Artist: Coldplay
Album: Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends

They were sitting
They were sitting in the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking in the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna just curve away
When it's such
When it's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Now the sky could be blue
Could be grey
Without you I'm just miles away

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Those to Come

An interesting song by a kind of interesting band. The Shins often have a Beach Boys type sound to their songs, but this is a more acoustic song that would be good to fall asleep to. This song is really open-ended in terms of meaning. As the title might suggest, it at least seems to me to be a reflection on the cycle of life: conception, birth, life, death, and maybe reincarnation. It could also be talking about friendships, relationships, etc. How many of them don't last, and there are always some waiting to form. Nevertheless, the imagery and spacing in the lyrics are excellent, and it has the feel of a 1960's folk song, especially with the whistling at the very end.

Artist: The Shins
Song: Those to Come
Album: Chutes too Narrow.

Eyeless in the morning sun you were
Pale and mild
A modern girl
Taken with thought still prone to care
Making tea
In your underwear

You went out in the yard to find
Something to eat
And clear your mind
And something bad inside me went away

Quaking leaves and broken light
Shifting skin
The coming night
The bearers of all good things arrive
Climb inside us
Twist and cry

A kiss on your molten eyes
Myriad lives
Like blades of grass
Yet to be realized
Bow as they pass

They are cold
Waiting in the Ether to
Only to die

They are cold
Waiting in the Ether to
Only to die

They'll end
Coldly and