And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.

And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.
So why is The Breeders’ Pod on this best 1,000 albums ever thing? I’m pretty sure the first time I heard a song by The Breeders was by way of 120 Minutes, MTV’s great Sunday […]
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
All my favorite songs are slow and sad. All my favorite people make me mad.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
Common ruse, dirty face, pretty noose is pretty hate, and I don’t like what you got me hanging from.
Smack, crack, bushwhacked, tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp? Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
We go together baby, and if we do, yeah I’ll be your weakness baby, and get to you.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of reserve. Now through the lines of the cheap venetian blinds, your car is pulling off of the curb.
We question one accessory: don’t think the piece is necessary. We agree you’re dressed to kill, but wonder if you will.
Lump lingered last in line for brains, and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane. Small things so sad that birds could land – is lump fast asleep or rockin’ out with the band?
Something in the way she never looks my way, I’m in love, I’m in love.
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
I’ve kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño, walked the sand with the crustaceans. Could find my way to Mariana on a wave of mutilation.
Time to take a ride, time to take it in a midnight eye. And if you want to go, get on below.
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out – it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about.
My soul is sound when I’m in my hometown, yeah, and no place I’d rather be.
Watching the people get lairy, it’s not very pretty I tell thee – walking through town is quite scary.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
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.
Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
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!”
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
So come on, check it off now.
One part evil, three-fifths blind.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
We got the money! We got the money now!
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
You think it’s funny but what I say is true.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.
Much like Fashion Nugget, I will survive. Yeah yeah.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
One listen and you’ll be on the pull.
Some bands and some albums hit a bunch of my musical sweet spots at once.
Think I’m in love… with The Information.
Another tremendous album from the cult of Frank Black.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I still turned out to be a huge Babyshambles fan, didn’t I?
In which I make the case for this exceptionally talented band from Binghamton, New York.
The humans of Parquet Courts have banged out yet another remarkably consistent performance.
Some albums are better than others.
Alt rock with an ironic edge that still nonetheless rocks.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
It might not be for ma nor pa, but this Fishbone dish is sizzling.
I’d tell you, but don’t make me say it… Okay, you oughta know, right?
Get that body up.
Ska punk with a level of musicianship and sophistication that very few bands ever achieve. Oh, and don’t forget the energy energy energy.
Matthew Sweet is a power pop master craftsman.
It will, I suppose you could say, make you (sha, sha-ba-da) feel good.
Day in day out and on and on and on, *this* is the version of Keasbey Nights you’ve been looking for.
It grooves and clicks and jumps like a fanciful anxious thought, beautiful and foreboding.
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
Do you believe in this sweet sensation? You should.
The impression that I get is that this is a rock solid collection of highly enjoyable alternative rock and pop- and punk-infused ska.
A highly pleasurable mix of mid-‘90s tuned and one absolute stunner.
The pinnacle of Pearl Jam’s output. At least so far.
Houston, we have a problem indeed. But not with this record.
Heads will rock n’ roll to this one.
It rocks out while having run rocking out while letting YOU know that they’re… oh, just keep on reading for more.
Don’t point the blame – just check out this frantically upbeat ska punk album.
Hits that perfect sweet spot between alt rock and garage rock.
Fantastic, aggressive, riot grrrl punk rock.
An album to dig one last time under the Tahitian moon.
Wildly and gloriously weird punk-y art-meets-garage rock. Just dig it.
You want it, you need it, you got it… you got it!
Inviting, energetic, and catchy pop punk.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
A pop grunge vibe that completely works.
May the record show that The Suicide Machines have stolen their way into my heart (and another entry on the best 1,000 albums ever list).
Lots of AiC in slower-paced grunge mode? Yes please.
Loose, fun, and fresh sounds from SCotS… down at the dirt track.
I’ll call it up when I’m… in any number of states.
Plays as great comedic alt country or country rock material or simply flat out great alt country or country rock music, period. Well, except for…
They keep it low, they keep it hot, they keep heads covered.
The first U2 album sounds as fresh and energetic and urgent as ever.
RBF can rock you with their specialty of snarked up ska punk, but it’s the more mature power pop material that really stands out here.
More than a one-hit wonder album? Whatever.
Legit excellent world music, alt rock, funk, and pop from an eclectic group of bands and musicians.
Do you want this album to seduce you? That’d be a yes.
A supergroup with real chemistry. An album that’s deeply affecting and melancholy and cool.
A great balance of pop and punky alt rock.
Put your all-star thoughts about this band aside, and you just might be walkin’ on the sun.
Britpop that’s deeply soaked in 1970s and 1980s influences spanning post-punk to glam rock to synth pop to dance music.
A freight train of pioneering grungy punk rock energy.
I can think of, say, uno dos tres quatro cinco cinco seis reasons…
Equal parts fun, good, and ironic.