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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 4th

It’s a good day to dance for multiple reasons! For one, because I’ve taken off work tomorrow with the impending threat of a snow storm threatening my commute to work, and more importantly because today is James Murphy’s birthday! Murphy turns Fourty-Four today as a retired musician who’s career started in his early-mid thirties with the release of a single, one which joked about how out of touch he was becoming in “Losing My Edge”. That song was only intended to be a single, but when it received a terrific response due to it’s wit and depth of musical references present, Murphy’s career grew to become somebody who was nearly impossible to purchase tickets for at his sold-out final show at Madison Square Garden in only three albums time. Today Murphy works with other artists as a producer or contributor, and his impact is still being felt from this role rather clearly to this point in the music scene. Once again though, it’s fun to look back at beginnings with today’s Song-A-Day, “Losing My Edge”, especially when we do it with Spanish subtitles .

Yeah, I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids from France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I’m losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.

But I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.

I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, “Don’t do it that way. You’ll never make a dime.”
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB’s.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I’ve never been wrong.

I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.

But I’m losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they’re actually really, really nice.

I’m losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of Every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit Techno hit – 1985, ’86, ’87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good ’60s cut and Another box set from the ’70s.

I hear you’re buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables.
I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual harassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra,

Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra,
Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc,

Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force (“just hit me”!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.

You don’t know what you really want. (x15)

Song-A-Day: January 22

Happy Birthday today to Daniel Johnston! I’m a pretty big fan of the man but I understand that a lot of the material, especially early on, can be difficult or just plain poor. The man finds gems sometimes though, and his abilities as a songwriter have grown so much throughout his career as he gives his audience the viewpoint from a schizophrenic and manic depressive. Our Song-A-Day is going to take on a lighter tone than that though, as we’re going to go with one off of Respect entitled “Good Morning You”.

Good Morning You
You’ve got the world, what’s in your way
Good Morning You

Had to stop to think of something to say

You sat in the chair and your were there
You looked at the wall and started to stare

Good Morning You
What do you plan to do?

Good Morning You
Though you can hardly move

You sat in a chair and you were scared
There’s so much you could do if you dared

Good Morning You
You’ve got the world, what’s in your way?

Song-A-Day: January 21

Whoops, sorry for getting this post up late, but our Song-A-Day for January 21st is going to be “Colors and the Kids” by Catpower in celebration of Chan Marshall’s 42nd birthday. Check out the song below!

must be the colors and the kids that keep me alive
’cause the music is boring me to death
must just be the colors and the kids that keep me alive
’cause I want to go right away to January night
I built a shack with an old friend
he was someone I could learn from
someone I could become
will you meet me down on a sandy beach
we can roll up our jeans
so the tide won’t get us below the knees
yellow hair, you are a funny bear
yellow hair, such a funny bear
slender fingers would hold me
slender limbs would hold me
and you could say my name
like you knew my name
I could stay here, become someone different
I could stay here, become someone better
it’s so hard to go in the city
’cause you want to say hello to everybody
it’s so hard to go into the city
’cause you want to say ‘hey I love you’ to everybody
when we were teenagers, we wanted to be the sky
now all we want is go to red places
and try to stay outta hell
must be the colors and the kids that keep me alive
’cause the music is boring me to death
must be the colors and it must just be the kids
that keep me alive on this January night
yellow hair, you are a funny bear
yellow hair, such a funny bear

Song-A-Day: January 15

Martin Luther King Jr. Day doesn’t happen until January 20 in 2014, but the reason for that is because MLK day actually happens on the third Monday of January rather than Dr. King’s actual birthday which was today, January 15. I don’t need to tell you the story of Dr. King or why he deserves the immense amount of praise which he receives, so rather the challenge was to choose which song to pick for today which references this great man in some sense. I’m going to go a bit of an odder route and pick a track by Ben Harper which came out in 1994 entitled “Like a King”, a song that references Martin Luther King Jr.’s message juxtaposed to the filmed beating of Rodney King in 1991 by police officers who were later acquitted of all charges. 28 years after Dr. King’s speech this song tried to make the point that not much progress had been made, but from an artistic standpoint it’s importance is in reminding us that our progression towards equality is something that we can never forget, and that Dr. King’s message can’t leave our minds especially in times of weakness.

Well Martin’s dream
Has become Rodney’s worst
Nightmare
Can’t walk the streets
To them we are fair game
Our lives don’t mean a thing
Like a king, like a king, like a king
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King
Like a king, like a king, like a king
How I wish you could help us Dr. King
Make sure it’s filmed
Shown on national T.V.
They’ll have no mercy
A legal lynch mob
Like the days strung up from the tree
The L.A.P.D.
Like a king, like a king, like a king
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King
Like a king, like a king, like a king
How I wish you could help us Dr. King
So if you catch yourself
Thinking it has changed for the best
You better second guess
Cause Martin’s dream
Has become Rodney’s worst
Nightmare
Like a king, like a king, like a king
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King
Like a king, like a king, like a king
How I wish you could help us Dr. King

Song-A-Day: January 13

This’ll be a fun one, happy birthday to the crazy and inspirational Wayne Coyne, frontman of the Flaming Lips. The group peaked early in their career with a song about masturbation jokes in “She Don’t Use Jelly” before saving their musical careers with The Soft Bulletin and then the equally (and some would argue more) impressive follow-up album Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots. Since then The Flaming Lips have been one of the genre’s defining bands with them making frequent headlines in bizarre manners, such as releasing their music via USB drives placed inside gummy fetuses or making vinyls which contain the artists’ actual blood. It’s craziness, but in the sake of art as Coyne is truly one of the most unique and experimental minds which music has to offer today, and it’s our honor to wish him a happy 53rd birthday thanks to that. Here’s one of the group’s singles off of The Soft Bulletin entitled “Waitin’ For A Superman”, which shares a quality of the best Flaming Lips songs in that it tells the world a message which they desperately need to understand, that sometimes things are “just to heavy for Superman to lift.”

I asked you a question
But I didn’t need you to reply
Is it gettin’ heavy?
But then I realized
Is it gettin’ heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be

Is it overwhelming
To use a crane to crush a fly?
It’s a good time for Superman
To lift the sun into the sky

‘Cause it’s gettin’ heavy
Well I thought it was already as heavy
As can be

Tell everybody
Waitin’ for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn’t dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It’s just too heavy for Superman to lift

Is it gettin’ heavy?
Well I thought it was already as heavy as can be.

Tell everybody
Waitin’ for Superman
That they should try to hold on
Best they can
He hasn’t dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
It’s just too heavy for Superman to lift

Song-A-Day: January 9th

Happy 71st birthday to Scott Walker whom my dad just recently made me familiar of, and who has gone through an absolutely bizarre career arc starting out as part of the very successful Walker Brothers and proceeding on to an extremely experimental solo career as a recluse artist. Our Song-A-Day goes to a tune that Scott Walker released back in 1969 off of Scott 4 entitled “The Seventh Seal”

Anybody seen a knight pass this way
I saw him playing chess with Death yesterday
His crusade was a search for God and they say
It’s been a along way to carry on

Anybody hear of plague in this town
The town I’ve left behind was burned to the ground
A young girl on a stake her face framed in flames cried
I’m not a witch God knows my name

The knight he watched with fear
He needed to know
He ran where he might feel God’s breath
And in the misty church
He knelt to confess
The face within the booth was Mr. Death

My life’s a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles
Why can’t God touch me with a sign
Perhaps there’s no one there answered the booth
And Death hid within his cloak and smiled

This morning I played chess with Death said the knight
We played that he might grant me time
My bishop and my knight will shatter his flanks
And still I might feel God’s heart in mine

And through confession’s grille Death’s laughter was heard
The knight cried No you’ve cheated me!
But still I’ll find a way
We’ll meet once again and once again
Continue to play

They met within the woods the knight his squire and friends
And Death said now the game shall end
The final move was made
The knight hung his head
And said you’ve won I’ve nothing left to play

The minstrel filled with visions sang to his love
To look against the stormy sky
The knight his squire and friends
Their hands held as one
Solemnly danced toward the dawn

His hourglass in his hand his scythe by his side
The master Death he leads them on
The rain will wash away the tears from their faces
And as the thunder cracked they were gone

Song-A-Day: January 8

Apologies for the bad information in the original post as it is in fact not Brian Wilson’s birthday. It is still David Bowie’s birthday though, as well as R. Kelly and Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley who we’re going to give the new nod to for our Song-A-Day series today. This one’s the title track off of The Execution of All Things which came out back in 2002.

Soldiers come quickly, I feel the earth beneath my feet
I’m feeling badly, it’s not an attempt at decency
And if you’re well off, well then I’m happy some for you
But I’d rather not celebrate my defeat and humiliation here with you

Someone come quickly, this place was built for moving out
Leave behind buildings, the city planners got mapped out
Bring with you history, and make your hard earned feast
Then we’ll go to Omaha to work and exploit the booming music scene and humility

And we’ve been talking all night

Oh god, come quickly, the execution of all things
Let’s start with the bears and the air and mountains, rivers, and streams
Then we’ll murder what matters to you and move on to your neighbors and kids
Crush all hopes of happiness with disease because of what you did

And lastly, you’re all alone with nothing left but sleep
But sleep never comes to you, it’s just the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak
It’s just you and me

The execution of all things
The execution of all things
The execution of all things

Song-A-Day: January 7th

Unsure of what else to do for January 7th and because January 8th belongs to two legends, today we’re going to celebrate David Bowie’s birthday a day early as he’s due to turn 67 years old tomorrow. This one goes out to him immediately pre-Ziggy Stardust and off of what is usually called his best album in Hunky Dory, our Song-A-Day today is “Life on Mars?”

It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, “No!”
And her daddy has told her to go

But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore
For she’s lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It’s on America’s tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
Because Lennon’s on sale again

See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns

But the film is a saddening bore
Because I wrote it ten times or more
It’s about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man, look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best-selling show
Is there life on Mars?

Song-A-Day: January 6th

Happy Birthday to Arctic Monkeys frontman Alex Turner who turns 28 today. The Arctic Monkeys exploded onto the scene with Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not back in 2006, and since then the band has developed into becoming the premiere modern english rock group, with Turner’s improvement as a lyricist being cited as a major reason for why. Our Song-A-Day celebrates Mr. Turner’s Birthday and comes off of the band’s sophomore album Favourite Worst Nightmare: “505”

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec
Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling
What did you expect?
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though it’s no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye
I’m always just about to go and spoil a surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs and a smile!