I don’t know what I’m hungry for – I don’t know what I want anymore.
I don’t know what I’m hungry for – I don’t know what I want anymore.
This is not a show.
I got time on my hands.
Don’t fall on me.
Soy un perdedor.
Just when you thought you knew someone – guess again because you were wrong.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
Don’t talk to me about being alone.
Love is such a selfish thing, it’s always crying, “Me, me, me.”
Oh my golly! Oh my golly!
Leaving New York, never easy – I saw the light fading out.
Now I’m rolling in sweat with a loaf of cold bread and a taco in my jeans.
Yes I will rhyme that, after, after all I’ve done today, I have earned my wings.
When nothing’s right just close your eyes, close your eyes and you’re gone.
Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
Hell yes, now I’m moving this way, I’m doing this thing. Please enjoy.
I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine in a bag.
You want the greatest thing, the greatest thing since bread came sliced.
I’m tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.
Touch it real good if you want a piece. Party people know I’m that type of freak.
Say, haven’t you noticed? Oh, I ate the lotus.
Scratch your name into the fabric of this world before you go.
I’m not the man you think I am.
You wanna hear about my new obsession? I’m riding high upon a deep depression. I’m only happy when it rains.
Goddamn right it’s a beautiful day.
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb, looking for a little hope.
I’m big and important – one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces for you.
I ain’t freaking, I ain’t faking this – shut up and let me go.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.
Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad, sad songs.
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping. There is no crime to dreams like this.
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Keep my real light shining.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
Highly unique yet strangely comforting? Just ask the king of the carrot flowers.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
Playful and orchestral, bombastic and pulsing, trippy and sultry.
Record scratches, catchy pop hooks, and Indian influences that will butter the soul.
It grooves and clicks and jumps like a fanciful anxious thought, beautiful and foreboding.
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
Much more than a standard issue album handed out at my undergrad college dorms.
A pop grunge vibe that completely works.
Sure, it’s the “Nothing Compares 2 You” album, but there’s a range of Celtic-influenced rock and gorgeous pure pop to enjoy besides.
An unusual musical locale that’s hard to nail down, but well worth the journey.
Effervescent Britpop from the mid-‘90s with hooks to match.
It’s kind of weird and disturbing and great. Come take the trip.
Uh… this album is crazy. Good crazy, but crazy. Dig it.
Incredible songcraft, wild variety, and the magical odd couple combo of Campbell’s whispery delightful voice and Lanegan’s world weary soft growl.
If you’re in the mood for a melancholy, quiet, pretty album with a Beatles-y vibe (and with literal Beatles-y lineage), Friendly Fire fits the bill.