tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37930672011-04-21T14:36:05.243-07:00These are songs that represent something personal to me, that I happen to be listening to a lot, or that I just happen to really like a lot.ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-922890182003-04-09T06:42:00.000-07:002003-04-09T06:42:39.996-07:00turn (travis) <br /> <br />I want to see what people saw <br />I want to feel like I felt before <br />I want to see the kingdom come <br />I want to feel forever young <br />I want to sing <br />To sing my song <br />I want to live in a world where I belong <br />I want to live I will survive <br />And I believe that it won't be very long <br /> <br />If we turn, turn, turn, turn, turn <br />Then we might learn <br /> <br />So where's the stars? <br />Up in the sky And what's the moon? <br />A big balloon? <br />We'll never know unless we grow <br />There's so much world outside the door <br />I want to sing <br />To sing my song <br />I want to live in a world where I'll be strong <br />I want to live I will survive <br />And I believe that it won't be very long <br /> <br />If we turn, turn, turn, turn <br />And if we turn, turn, turn, turn <br />Then we might learn <br />Turn, turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn <br />And if we turn, turn, turn, turn <br />Then we might learn <br />Learn to turn <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-92289018?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-902658182003-03-06T15:17:00.000-08:002003-03-06T15:19:45.000-08:00still fightin it (ben folds) <br /> <br />Good morning, son. <br />I am a bird <br />Wearing a brown polyester shirt <br />You want a coke? <br />Maybe some fries? <br />The roast beef combo's only $9.95 <br />It's okay, you don't have to pay <br />I've got all the change <br /> <br />Everybody knows <br />It hurts to grow up <br />And everybody does <br /><font color=blue><b>It's so weird to be back here</b></font> <br />Let me tell you what <br />The years go on and <br />We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it <br />And you're so much like me <br />I'm sorry <br /> <br />Good morning, son <br />In twenty years from now <br />Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers <br />And I can tell you 'bout today <br />And how I picked you up and everything changed <br />It was pain <br />Sunny days and rain <br />I knew you'd feel the same things <br /> <br />Everybody knows <br />It sucks to grow up <br />And everybody does <br />It's so weird to be back here. <br />Let me tell you what <br />The years go on and <br />We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it <br />You'll try and try and one day you'll fly <br />Away from me <br /> <br />Good morning, son <br />I am a bird <br /> <br />It was pain <br />Sunny days and rain <br />I knew you'd feel the same things <br /> <br />Everybody knows <br />Tt hurts to grow up <br />And everybody does <br />It's so weird to be back here. <br />Let me tell you what <br />The years go on and <br />We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it <br />Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it <br /> <br />And you're so much like me <br />I'm sorry <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-90265818?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-888532652003-02-10T07:22:00.000-08:002003-02-10T07:22:43.683-08:00anyday (ani difranco) <br /> <br />i will lean into you <br />and you can be the wind <br />i will open up my mouth <br />and you can come rushing in <br />you can rush in so hard <br />and make it so i can't breathe <br />i breathe too much anyway <br />i can do that anyday <br /> <br />i just wish i knew who you were <br />i wish you'd make yourself known <br />probably you don't know i'm her <br />the woman you want to call home <br />i'll keep my ear to the wall <br />i'll keep my eye on the door <br />'cause i've heard all my own jokes <br />and they're just not funny anymore <br />i laugh too much anyway <br />i can do that anyday <br /> <br />have you ever been bent or pulled <br />have you ever been played like strings <br />if i could see you i could strum you <br />i could break you <br />make you sing <br />but i guess you can't really see the wind <br />it just comes in and fills the space <br />and everytime something moves <br />you think that you have seen its face <br />and i've always got my guitar to play <br />but i can do that anyday <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-88853265?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-882725132003-01-30T08:00:00.000-08:002003-01-30T08:00:28.306-08:00land of canaan (indigo girls) <br /> <br />you can go to the east to find your <br />your inner hemisphere <br />you say we're under the same sky babe <br />your bound to realize honey it's not that clear <br />i'm not your promised land oh no <br />i'm not your promised one <br />i'm not the land of canaan sweetheart <br />waiting for you under the sun <br /> <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm missing you now <br />i'm wanting your love <br />and you're giving it out <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br /> <br />well, the meanings changed <br />for what it's worth <br />it's just a senseless game <br />well i should think of love <br />but it's fear every time i hear <br />honey your heartbeat strain <br />it's not the fallen man <br />it's not the call of time <br />it's just the london skyline sweetheart <br />telling me you're not mine <br /> <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm missing you now <br />i'm wanting your love <br />and you're giving it out <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br /> <br />my blood is running dry <br />my skin is, my skin is growing thin <br />for every time you find yourself <br />you loose a little bit of me honey from within <br />it's just a raging cycle <br />why can't we bring it all to the end of the line <br />from inside this existence, sweetheart <br />time is not on my side <br /> <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm missing you now <br />i'm wanting your love <br />and you're giving it out <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br />i'm lonely tonight <br /> <br />i'm not your promised land <br />(i'm lonely tonight) <br />i'm not your promised one <br />(honey i'm trying to tell you that i'm lonely tonight) <br />i'm not your promised land <br />i'm not your promised one <br />i'm not the land of canaan <br />(i'm lonely tonight) <br />i'm not your land of canaan <br />(i'm lonely tonight) <br />i'm not the land of canaan sweetheart <br />waiting for you under the sun <br />i'm lonely tonight <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-88272513?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-877295862003-01-20T07:03:00.000-08:002003-01-20T07:03:49.043-08:00<i>[sometimes i like to just turn off the lights and listen to this song. or when i'm walking to work. and it's snowing. and everything seems quiet. i'll turn the volume way up on my headphones. everything becomes peaceful and things seem to suddenly make more sense</i> <br /> <br />mlk (U2) <br /> <br />Sleep <br />Sleep tonight <br />And may your dreams <br />Be realized <br />If the thunder cloud <br />Passes rain <br />So let it rain <br />Rain down on him <br />So let it be <br />So let it be <br /> <br /> <br />Sleep <br />Sleep tonight <br />And may your dreams <br />Be realized <br />If the thundercloud <br />Passes rain <br />So let it rain <br />Let it rain <br />Rain on him <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-87729586?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-868360902003-01-02T09:56:00.000-08:002003-01-02T09:56:45.756-08:00country feedback (r.e.m.) <br /> <br />This flower is scorched <br />This film is on <br />On a maddening loop. <br />These clothes, <br />These clothes don't fit us right <br />I'm to blame <br />It's all the same <br />It's all the same <br /> <br />You come to me with a bone in your hand <br />You come to me with your hair curled tight <br />You come to me with positions <br />You come to me with excuses <br />Ducked out in a row <br />You wear me out <br />You wear me out <br /> <br />We've been through fake-a-breakdown <br />Self hurt <br />Plastics, collections <br />Self help, self pain, <br />EST, psychics, fuck all <br />I was central <br />I had control <br />I lost my head <br />I need this <br />I need this <br />A paper weight, junk garage <br />Winter rain, a honey pot <br />Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged. <br />A hotline, a wanted ad <br />It's crazy what you could've had <br />It's crazy what you could've had <br />It's crazy what you could've had <br />I need this <br />I need this <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-86836090?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-865007092002-12-24T18:57:00.000-08:002002-12-24T18:57:22.100-08:00Boston (Patty Griffin) <br /> <br />I went back to Boston <br />Back to the City of Lost Love <br />I went back to the place <br />And recognized your face in the stone long gone <br /> <br />I walked around Harvard Square <br />All the runaway kids are still hanging out there <br />I took the red line a wrong way <br />Across the River Charles <br /> <br />Something's changed track <br />And they never fly <br />And they never fly <br />Reach up from the waves <br />You'll find that you're only waving goodbye <br /> <br />I went walking in Boston <br />A little bridge I used to walk on <br />I was slipping on a hog <br />And I flung into that sea of strong <br />Processing need not apply <br />For you to license to fly <br />Hey young lady don't be so suprised <br />You know you're not alone <br /> <br />Something's changed track <br />And they never fly <br />And they never fly <br />Reach up from the waves <br />You'll find that you're only waving goodbye <br /> <br />It was Memorial Day <br />I went to where you lay <br />There were thousands of people <br />Just like you in a chain graveyard <br /> <br />You came out of there awake <br />Looking for the sky <br />And got a slap in the face <br />Well hey <br />Desperate needs a big led <br />And gets put in the place <br />You better know your place boy <br /> <br />Something's changed track <br />And they never fly <br />And they never fly <br />Reach up from the waves <br />You'll find that you're only waving goodbye <br /> <br />Only waving <br />You're only waving <br />You're only waving <br />You're only waving goodbye <br />Goodbye <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-86500709?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-861676852002-12-17T06:58:00.000-08:002002-12-17T06:58:13.326-08:00top of the world (patty griffin / dixie chicks) <br /> <br />I wished I was smarter <br />I wished I was stronger <br />I wished I loved Jesus <br />The way my wife does <br />I wish it had been easier <br />Instead of any longer <br />I wished I could have stood where you would have been proud <br />But that won't happen now <br />That won't happen now <br /> <br />There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard <br />Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow <br />Think I broke the wings off that little song bird <br />She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now <br />Top of the world <br /> <br />I don't have to answer any of these questions <br />Don't have no God to teach me no lessons <br />I come home in the eveing <br />Sit in my chair <br />One night they called me for supper <br />But I never got up <br />I stayed right there in my chair <br /> <br />There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard <br />Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow <br />Think I broke the wings off that little song bird <br />She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now <br />Top of the world <br /> <br />I wished I'd a known you <br />Wished I'd a shown you <br />All of the things I was on the inside <br />I'd pretend to be sleeping <br />When you come in in the morning <br />To whisper good-bye <br />Go to work in the rain <br />I don't know why <br />Don't know why <br /> <br />'Cause everone's singing <br />We just wanna be heard <br />Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow <br />Wanna grab a hold of that little song bird <br />Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now <br /> <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world <br />To the top of the world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-86167685?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-857874372002-12-10T08:13:00.000-08:002002-12-10T08:13:17.166-08:00i'm with you (avril lavigne) <br /> <br />I'm standing on a bridge <br />I'm waiting in the dark <br />I thought that you'd be here by now <br />There's nothing but the rain <br />No footsteps on the ground <br />I'm listening but there's no sound <br /> <br /> <br />Isn't anyone tryin to find me? <br />Won't somebody come take me home <br />It's a damn cold night <br />Trying to figure out this life <br />Wont you take me by the hand <br />Take me somewhere new <br />I don't know who you are <br />But I... I'm with you <br />I'm with you <br /> <br /> <br />I'm looking for a place <br />Searching for a face <br />Is anybody here I know <br />'Cause nothing's going right <br />And everything's a mess <br />And no one likes to be alone <br />Isn't anyone trying to find me? <br /> <br /> <br />Won't somebody come take me home <br />It's a damn cold night <br />Trying to figure out this life <br />Wont you take me by the hand <br />take me somewhere new <br />I don't know who you are <br />But I... I'm with you <br />I'm with you <br /> <br /> <br />Oh why is everything so confusing <br />Maybe I'm just out of my mind <br />Yea yea yea <br /> <br /> <br />It's a damn cold night <br />Trying to figure out this life <br />Won't you take me by the hand <br />take me somewhere new <br />I don't know who you are <br />But I... I'm with you <br />I'm with you <br /> <br /> <br />Take me by the hand <br />Take me somewhere new <br />I don't know who you are <br />But I... I'm with you <br />I'm with you <br /> <br /> <br />Take me by the hand <br />Take me somewhere new <br />I don't know who you are <br />But I... I'm with you <br />I'm with you <br />I'm with you... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-85787437?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-854130512002-12-02T19:42:00.000-08:002002-12-02T19:42:31.513-08:00[<i>sometimes this song reminds me of my ex. but mostly i listen to it when i'm sad, or just introspective</i>] <br /> <br />smile (olive) <br /> <br />Smile, you'll steal away my soul <br />Smile, I'll hide away and cry <br />My mind's made up <br />I will shudder to see your eyes <br />Smile, no doubt I'll keep my pride <br />But It may be hard to find <br /> <br />There's nothing left <br />Handed down your legacy <br />But more regret <br />Painted on with empathy <br /> <br />Smile, don't complicate my time <br />Smile, don't ask me if I'm fine <br />My world blown down <br />There is nothing that words can say <br />Smile, no doubt I'll keep my pride <br />But it may be hard to find <br /> <br />There's nothing left <br />Handed down your legacy <br />But more regret <br />Painted on with empathy <br /> <br />There's nothing left, there's nothing left <br /> <br />Smile, you'll steal away my soul <br />Smile, I'll hide away and cry <br />There's nothing left <br />Handed down your legacy <br /> <br />Smile, you'll steal away my soul <br />Smile, I'll hide away and cry <br />There's nothing left <br />Handed down your legacy <br />Smile, no doubt I'll keep my pride <br />But it may be hard to find <br /> <br />If only you had tried <br />Going to leave it far behind <br />It may be hard to find <br />If only you had tried <br />Going to leave it far behind <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-85413051?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-851080072002-11-26T06:04:00.000-08:002002-11-26T06:05:04.000-08:00[<i>this song makes me emotional</i>] <br /> <br />always on sunday (tammany hall) <br /> <br />always on sunday, <br />i think about the "used-to be's", <br />the "where am i's", my fantasies. <br />always on sunday, i think about you and i <br />in the woods side-by-side. <br />the autumn air. a hay ride. <br />always on sunday, i think about my boys <br />and the noise we would make in my car. <br />with seven guys, we didn't get far, <br />but that was still cool, cool, cool. <br />it's better to live and to act like a fool <br />than to fool yourself into not really living at all. <br />always sunday. <br />always sunday. <br /> <br />always on sunday, <br />she's on my eyelashes lingering. <br />tears have all dried up, <br />but the sting's still tingling. <br />let ‘em fall. <br />tears have to fall always. <br />always sunday. <br />always sunday <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-85108007?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-847799002002-11-19T13:20:00.000-08:002002-11-19T13:20:39.620-08:00songbird (fleetwood mac) <br /> <br />For you, there'll be no more crying, <br />For you, the sun will be shining, <br />And I feel that when I'm with you, <br />It's alright, I know it's right <br /> <br />To you, I'll give the world <br />to you, I'll never be cold <br />'Cause I feel that when I'm with you, <br />It's alright, I know it's right. <br /> <br />And the songbirds are singing, <br />Like they know the score, <br />And I love you, I love you, I love you, <br />Like never before. <br /> <br />And I wish you all the love in the world, <br />But most of all, I wish it from myself. <br /> <br />And the songbirds keep singing, <br />Like they know the score, <br />And I love you, I love you, I love you, <br />Like never before, like never before.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-84779900?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-839462562002-11-02T21:23:00.000-08:002002-11-02T21:23:58.176-08:00asleep (the smiths) <br /> <br />Sing me to sleep <br />Sing me to sleep <br />I'm tired and I <br />I want to go to bed <br />Sing me to sleep <br />Sing me to sleep <br />And then leave me alone <br />Don't try to wake me in the morning <br />"Cause I will be gone <br />Don't feel bad for me <br />I want you to know <br />Deep in the cell of my heart <br />I will feel so glad to go <br />Sing me to sleep <br />Sing me to sleep <br />I don't want to wake up <br />On my own anymore <br />Sing to me, Sing to me <br />I don't want to wake up <br />On my own anymore <br />Don't feel bad for me <br />I want you to know <br />Deep in the cell of my heart <br />I really want to go <br />There is another world <br />There is a better world <br />Well, there must be <br />Well, there must be <br />Bye bye <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-83946256?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-823670982002-10-01T08:05:00.000-07:002002-10-01T08:05:02.583-07:00reckoning (ani difranco) <br /> <br />you can doubt anything <br />if you think about it long enough <br />cuz what happened always adjusts to fit <br />what happened after that <br />and it's hard to feel like you are free <br />when all you seem to do is referee <br />remember when it was just you and me <br />steppin' up to bat? <br /> <br />and win or lose <br />just that you choose this little war <br />is what kills you <br />and either/or it's that this war <br />is maybe also what thrills you <br /> <br /> <br />we thought we left possession behind <br />but truth is i was yours and you were mine <br />and now i've replayed a thousand times <br />exactly what was said <br />cuz nothing is as it appears <br />in the funhouse mirrors of your fears <br />on the roller coaster of all these years <br />with your hands above your head <br /> <br />and win or lose <br />just that you choose this little war <br />is what kills you <br />and either/or it's that this war <br />is maybe also what thrills you <br /> <br />i don't care how fast you run <br />just tell me, baby, that when you're done <br />with your little marathon <br />you still got cab fare home <br />cuz the finish line is a shifty thing <br />and what is life but reckoning <br />and, you know <br />you are still the song i sing <br />to myself <br />when i'm alone <br /> <br />and win or lose just that we choose <br />this little war is what kills us <br />and either/or it's that this war <br />is maybe also what thrills us <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-82367098?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793067.post-817852412002-09-18T12:27:00.000-07:002002-09-18T12:27:00.326-07:00Wonderland (John Mayer) <br /> <br />We got the afternoon <br />You got this room for two <br />One thing I've left to do <br />Discover me <br />Discovering you <br /> <br />One mile to every inch of <br />Your skin like porcelain <br />One pair of candy lips and <br />Your bubblegum tongue <br /> <br />And if you want love <br />We'll make it <br />Swimming a deep sea <br />Of blankets <br />Take all your big plans <br />And break 'em <br />This is bound to be a while <br /> <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br />Your body is a wonder <br />(I'll use my hands) <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br /> <br />Something 'bout the way your hair <br />falls in your face <br />I love the shape you take when crawling <br />towards the pillowcase <br />You tell me where to go and <br />Though I might leave to find it <br />I'll never let your head hit the bed <br />Without my hand behind it <br /> <br />You want love? <br />We'll make it <br />Swimming a deep sea <br />Of blankets <br />Take all your big plans <br />And break 'em <br />This is bound to be a while <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br />Your body is a wonder <br />(I'll use my hands) <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br /> <br />Damn baby <br />You frustrate me <br />I know you're mine all mine all mine <br />But you look so good it hurts sometimes <br /> <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br />Your body is a wonder <br />(I'll use my hands) <br />Your body is a wonderland <br />Your body Is a wonderland <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793067-81785241?l=ringo902song.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10488611603694719054noreply@blogger.com