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• Jawbreaker/Jets to Brazil !!!

  2008-09-14 12:35AM / 標準BLOG / 會員可以看
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  Been listening to a lot of old Jawbreaker and Jets to Brazil lately.  Jawbreaker's "Dear You" album and Jet's to Brazil's "Orange Rhyming Dictionary" are in my top ten CDs ever and both bands were fronted by Blake Schwarzenbach.  His songwriting and lyrics are just amazing.  Actually, the first time I played in college was at the PLNU tank cafeteria and we did Jawbreaker's "Boxcar" along with Face to Face's "Disconnected."  Good times indeed.....
  
  
  
  Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMtEDzOfwOQ
  

  Dreamed I was a fireman. I just smoked and watched you burn.
  Dreamed I was an astronaut. I shot you down like a juggernaut.
  Dreamed we were still going out. Had that one a few times now.
  Woke up to find we were not. It's good to be awake.
  
  Dreamed I was a tidal wave. I ravaged your coast there were no survivors.
  Dreamed I was your landlord. I showed you place when you had lovers.
  If I was a vampire, I wouldn't suck your blood.
  Then I dreamed I was you. Sweetest dream I have had.
  
  If you could hear the dreams I've had, my dear,
  They would give you nightmares for a week.
  But you're not here and I can never sleep.
  Come home so I can be a creep.
  
  Dreamed I was a dream. I stole you away, away in your sleep.
  Saved you from a fire, A gun for hire, Introduced you to a vampire.
  A wave crashed on the beach. We rolled around in its foamy grasp.
  Kissing in the chaos of a kelpy sea. Seems I couldn't save you from me.
  
  If you could hear the dreams I've had, my dear,
  They would give you nightmares for a week.
  But you're not here and I can never sleep.
  Come home so I can be a creep.
  
  Maybe I'm obsessive to think like this.
  Probably not impressing you with my cheap tricks.
  Honey, it's depressing what depression does to some.
  I'll play the part for hours But I know you'll never come.
  
  If you could hear the dreams I've had, my dear,
  They would give you nightmares for a week.
  But you're not here and I can never sleep.
  Come home so I can be a creep.
  
  
  
  
  Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2aDg3SOxQg
  
  
  candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind
  they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind
  live on the freeway listen to signs and we drive by feel
  be a believer believe everything you'll be right half the time
  
  candle is waxing takes my apartment I bask in its magic
  all of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches
  staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never
  ordering in all friends and lovers and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
  
  I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
  some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
  I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
  but I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm chinatown
  
  now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent to get home to dot
  was my missed mistress messed up my mattress I missed the catch
  last of the pitchers catfish done hunting harry lundt
  most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone
  I'm tired of fighting......
  
  
  
  
  Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snWcLuenYMU
  
  the curtain's a sea anemone
  in the way it sways
  to the slow breeze
  I lie spread out on the floor
  looking at these things
  and most of them are yours
  and it's so nice
  sitting very still
  without those old shoes
  I could never fill
  
  starfish with its arms out in a daze
  staring at the stars
  through an ocean haze
  was I one you wished upon?
  burned out like a light bulb
  when you turned me on
  and it's so nice
  sleeping here all alone
  with my ashtray and
  white courtesy telephone
  now I'm making out the shapes
  like the shower rod - can it take my weight?
  I will tell you I am fine
  I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying
  
  turtle on its back in the desert sea
  and you look like a cool drink
  just slightly out of reach
  draw myself into the shell
  waiting on a sign from god
  or a nod from hell
  and it's so nice
  sitting very still
  without those old shoes
  I could never fill
  now we're turning on the lights
  it's the first day of my second life
  take my name off of the lease
  you can even keep the name it never suited me