Time goes by so slowly for those who wait – no time to hesitate.
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping. There is no crime to dreams like this.
From series composer David Carbonara’s contributions to period-specific pieces that zooms you back to the early 1960s, the music is one of the elements that makes Mad Men so special.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
I’m a lexicon devil with a battered brain, and I’m lookin’ for a future, the world’s my aim.
I’ve been crowned the King of Id, and Id is all we have, so wait to hear my words and they’re diamond sharp.
What I like about you, you hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one wanna come over tonight, yeah.
Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell from this padded prison cell.
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame, I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains ‘til things change.
We sail tonight for Singapore. Don’t fall asleep while you’re ashore. Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry.
But if you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long. Because if it’s gone for you then I too may lose it and that that would be wrong.
You know, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve had my ups and downs, my ins and outs, my share of bad breaks. But when it’s all been said and done, I raise my beer and I swear, “God, it’s been fun!”
You got the touch, you got the power. When all hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be riding the eye of the storm.
The city breathing, the people churning, the conversating. The price is what?
It’s only human nature, pollutes temptation. We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation.
He told you he loved you, well that’s just a lie. I don’t need possession to satisfy my mind.
If I die tomorrow, what did I do today? You want fresh air? You won’t find it this way.
I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
Someday love will find you, true love won’t desert you. You know that I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.
People say I’m the life of the party ‘cause I tell a joke or two. Although I might be laughing loud and hearty deep inside I’m blue.
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
Ain’t nothing changed: everyone still want the Benz and the Range, everybody still want the gems and the chains.
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I hear a voice calling, calling out for me. These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free.
I’m through with romance, I’m through with love, I’m through with countin’ the stars above.
It’s dark and eerie and it’s really late, come on kids don’t hesitate.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
To everyone out there, who’s a little different, I say damn a magazine, these is God’s fingerprints.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, what do you do? Subtle innuendos follow – there must be something inside.
Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries. While I’m alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes.
Like a desert sun that burns my skin, I’ve been waiting for her for so long.
I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going, in the sunshine of your love.
We are tired of your excuse. Try to stop us – it’s no use!
Free your mind and the rest will follow. Be color blind: don’t be so shallow.
Warning is come upon your heels – feel your dreams slip away.
Anyone can tell you there’s no more road to ride. Everyone will tell you there’s no place to hide.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
But I gotta think twice before I give my heart away. And I know all the games you play because I played them, too.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
My posse come quick, because my posse got velocity.
Well, I heard the news, there’s good rockin’ tonight.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade.
You could have a bumper car, bumping. The amusement never ends.
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes full of smoldering anger.
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Faster than the speed of light, she’s flying, trying to remember where it all began.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
I won’t play ball, won’t do as I’m told. I’d rather be a square peg in a round hole.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
Yeah, smokestack lightning. Don’t you hear me calling?
Waitress, can I get a vodka martini with a twist of sub-lime? Thank you.
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
It’s pure pop joy, pure joy joy. Okay?
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
Hey hey, my my. Rock and roll can never die.
You’re all I think about and everywhere I look, I know it’s bad, but we could be so good.
I heard something about my ma and my pa. They didn’t want me so they made me a star.
I hate catchy choruses and I’m a hypocrite.
How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Keep my real light shining.
She don’t like The Toasters or The Skeletones, she’d rather pound some beers and listen to The Ramones.
Straight up, this album is catchy on a cellular level.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted. Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can’t lift it.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Lord Finesse and DJ Mike Smooth dial up the number of the funky technician!
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
So come on, check it off now.
A surprisingly warm tone eventually gives way to something more fractured, shattered, and eventually becomes somewhat haunting. Well, this is Radiohead, right?
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
Revvin’ up your engine, listen to her howlin’ roar.
One part evil, three-fifths blind.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence daily.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.
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Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
Get down, get DOWN.
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
We got the money! We got the money now!
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.