Asides

Song-A-Day: February 21

Today’s Song-A-Day goes to one of the better Ra Ra Riot songs out there in “Winter ’05”, a song about longing for your partner so that winter wouldn’t pass so slow.

Orange lamps shine by willow bay
Ice covers from the lake to where I lay
In a state
In which I dream

If you were here
Winter wouldn’t pass quite so slow
And if you were here
Then i’d have a choice to live not be alone

But instead I sit atop the crest
Looking down on the valley where the dead rest
And every morning I wake beside myself

But I digress

If you were here
Winter wouldn’t pass quite so slow
And if you were here
Then i’d have a choice to live not be alone

If you were here
Winter wouldn’t pass quite so slow
And if you were here
Then i’d have a choice to live not be alone

If you were here
Winter wouldn’t pass quite so slow
And if you were here
Then i’d have a choice to live not be alone

Song-A-Day: February 20

We celebrated Give Up on the 19th, but that date is also the anniversary of one of my lesser-known favorite albums in All Hail West Texas by The Mountain Goats. This one captured Darnielle at one of his song writing peaks, and not much else in his discography compares to the one-two punch of “Best Ever Death Metal Band in Danton” and today’s Song-A-Day: “Fall of the Star Running Back”.

Sophomore year
You rushed for an average
Of 8 1/3 yards per carry
All eyes were on you

Junior year
You blew your knee out
At an out-of-town game
Nowhere to go but
Down, down, down
Nothing but the ground
for you to fall to

By July
You’d made a whole bunch of brand new friends
People you used to look down on
And you’d figured out
A way to make real money
Giving Ns to your friends
And it felt stupendous:
Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike
But selling acid was a bad idea
And selling it to a cop was a worse one
And new laws said that
17-year-olds could do federal time
You were the first one,
so I sing this song for you
William Standaforth Donahue
Your grandfather rode the boat
Over from Ireland, but
You made a bad decision or two.

Song-A-Day: February 19

Eleven years ago today was the release of album which recently caused a reunion tour, Give Up by the Postal Service. Gibbard and Tamborello created the album by continuously mailing the product between each other, hence the group name, and the final product is adored by many pop fans even if the performance is done with computers (apparently this was an issue at the initial shows). We’re going to celebrate Give Up’s 11th anniversary with the melodic and soft “Sleeping In” as an ode to our University students who have the weekend off already.

Last week I had the strangest dream
where everything was exactly how it seemed
where there was never any mystery
of who shot John F Kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove,
slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
and became famous on that day in November

Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in

Again last night I had that strange dream
where everything was exactly how it seemed
concerns about the world getting warmer
people thought that they were just being rewarded
for treating others as they’d like to be treated
for obeying stop signs and curing diseases
for mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in November

Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in (Now we can swim any day in November)

Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in

Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping in
Don’t wake me, I plan on sleeping

Song-A-Day: February 17

February 17 is the birthday of the best Basketball player the world’s ever seen in Michael Jordan, and our Song-A-Day is barely going to reflect that. The title of the track is “The Michael Jordan of Drunk Driving”, which is a short song by Andrew Jackson Jihad which describes said character’s ‘last game’ being played tonight in the typically insane style of the artist. This is one of my favorite songs by Andrew Jackson Jihad though because it’s length keeps it simple so that the point gets made but not overdone, listen below

The Michael Jordan of Drunk Driving played his final game tonight
Emburdened by his loneliness, he wanted to feel alive
His laziness built the pyramids, and his solitude was a knife
The Michael Jordan of Drunk Driving played his final game tonight

Song-A-Day: February 15

This is the easiest one done yet, today is the birthday of Conor Oberst, a musician beloved by many in our radio station. Oberst has remained active post-Bright Eyes and recently released a new single titled “Hundreds of Ways” with a surprisingly upbeat message and backup vocals being provided by First Aid Kit. To celebrate Oberst’s day of birth, we choose the song that he wrote to himself placed on Noise Floor, “Happy Birthday To Me (Feb. 15)”.

All eyes on the calendar
Another year I claim of total indifference
To here, the days pile up
With decisions to be made
I’m sure all of them were wrong

Into this song I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse
And forget this wasted year, these wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear

And I’m sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don’t make
I guess it’s just like breathing and not wanting to
Yeah, there are some things you can’t fake

Well, I guess that it’s typical
To cling to memories you’ll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs
Of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
And there below his frozen face
You wrote the name and that ancient date
And you can’t believe that he’s really gone
When all that’s left is a f***ing song

And I’m sorry about the phone call and waking you
I know that it is late
But thank you for talking, because I needed to
Some things just can’t wait…

Song-A-Day: February 14

Everyday’s the fourteenth! Happy Valentines Day everybody, in terms of musical history Pavement’s famed record Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain was actually released on February 14, but today we’re going to go with the brilliantly fun “Happy Valentines Day” by the once again active hip-hop duo Outkast.

My name is Cupid Valentino, the modern day Cupid
And I just want to say one thing

Happy Valentine’s Day
Every day the 14th!
I don’t think y’all heard me!
I just want to say Happy Valentine’s Day!
Every day the 14th!
Can y’all dig that?
Now when arrows don’t penetrate, see
Cupid grabs the pistol (Uh, yeah, now, now lookie here!)
And he shoots straight for your heart
And when he won’t miss you!
That’s alright ’cause y’all won’t believe in me anyways
But

Ya won’t believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There’s all this talk about Santa Claus, but see
love will rule reign supreme)

Happy Valentine’s Day
Every day the 14th! (You got it!)
When Cupid knocks at your door
You can’t ignore me!
There’s no need to run!
So, Happy Valentine’s Day (Hey!)
Every day the 14th!
I may have it all wrong, see
If you know what loves mean, well
Well, somebody tell me!
Cause they just don’t believe in me!

Ya’ won’t believe in me, but you would fancy
leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There’s so much fuss about Santa Claus, but see
Cupid will not be defeated!)

Happy Valentine’s Day
Every day the 14th!
Now I know your hearts have grown cold
And that bothers me
Now I understand ’cause I use to be a bad boy in my day
I know you’re trying to protect your lil’ feelings
but you can’t run away
Oh oh!

Ya’ won’t believe in me, but you would fancy..
(Hey! Don’t you supposed to be some kind of player or something?)
Bunny!

Well keep on runnin’, player
‘Cause I got my good shoes on
And I got ‘em tied up tight
So, you’re going to find out tonight!

Got a sweet lil’ darling back in my corner
Below I know I love her, but act like I don’t want her
Surrounded by the lonely, but yet feel like a loner
Could be an organ donor
The way I give up my heart, but
Never know because ? s***, I never tell her!
Ask me about my feelings I’d holla’ that it’s irrela’
I don’t get myself caught up in the Jello gella’
And puddin’ pops, that others opt to call falling in love, but
For the record, have you ever rode a horse?
Would I like for you to take me to Pluto?
I said, “Of course!”
But if you ain’t a sweety indeedy, I won’t endorse
Hans Solo till I’m hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I’ll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you’re the s***!
But how am I to know with the profession that I’m in?
And if you do not know me, then how could you be my friend?

Happy Valentine’s, Happy Valentine’s
Happy Valentine’s Day, Happy Valentine’s Day

Song-A-Day: February 13

Yesterday was my birthday, along with Matt Berninger (frontman of The National) and Zach Condon (frontman of Beirut). We’ll share our birthday together on here with this suggested song by our current Rock Director Robby Rojo, and make our Song-A-Day for today “Happy Birthday” by Altered Images.

Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday.

Happy
Happy birthday in a hot bath
To those nice
Nice nights.
I remember always
Always I got such a fright.
Seeing them in my dark cupboard with my great big cake.
If they were me
If they were me
And I was you and I was you
If they were me and I was you
Would you have liked a present too.

Happy
Happy birthday in a hot bath

Happy birthday
Happy birthday

Song-A-Day: February 12

February 12 has some pretty notable birthdays on it, both musically with Ray Manzarek of The Doors being born on this day in 1939 and historically with Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin both being born on February 12, 1809. Our Song-A-Day today is going to go to a lesser known band from Pennsylvania named Cheers Elephant and their song “Party on Darwin”.

Hey yo!
Let me wash your windshield.

Spreading new ideas,
Like a Dog that barks at any-any-anyone.
A talking head,
With a voice that sounds like any-any-anyone’s.
It’s a Fish YEAH!
Then a Frog YEAH!
Then a Monkey they will all know.
So I monkey along when I’m singing.

Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da
Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu da-ah-aaahhh

I feel like,
I’m too perfect lie,
I’m too perfect to cry.
Sometimes I feel like I’m a saviour.
Inimitably,
Tryna slow down the beat.
But things are only getting crazier.
What am I? YEAH!
What are you? YEAH!
What lies ahead of you?
So I monkey along when I’m singing

Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da
Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da-ah-aaahhh
Oh YEAH! Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da
Laa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da-ah-aaahhh

Oh YEAH! Baa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da
Laa-bu-da-bu-da-bu-da-ah-ooohhh!