This is not a show.
This is not a show.
But if I work all day on the blue sky mine, there’ll be food on the table tonight.
Don’t fall on me.
You take what you get to get what you please.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
You say times are tough – we got the best of both worlds here.
Don’t talk to me about being alone.
Drive my car into the ocean – you think I’m dead, but I sail away.
Leaving New York, never easy – I saw the light fading out.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Yes I will rhyme that, after, after all I’ve done today, I have earned my wings.
Let’s ride a tire down the river Euphrates.
Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
Hello, my friend, are you visible today? You know I never knew that it could be so strange.
Fate – up against your will – through the thick and thin.
It’s a dead man’s party, who could ask for more? Everybody’s coming, leave your body at the door.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don’t get caught.
I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing, I think I thought I saw you try.
I’m not the man you think I am.
It’s an experience, sweet, delirious, supernatural, super serious.
You don’t have to answer me, you don’t have to call me back. Your phone’s off the hook, but you’re not.
Fill up the bucket with whatever you got. Make sure it’s something that the bucket likes a lot.
From distant star to this here bar, the me, the you, where are we now?
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
Look at all the flags and all the banners waving – open up our arms, a magic kingdom, open-armed and greet us all.
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
It’s weird at my school.
Can’t forget the flashing, can’t forget the smashing, the sending and the bending, the atmosphere re-entry.
It’s educational.
How long, how long must we sing this song?
This ain’t no holiday, but it always turns out this way.
I wanna be stereotyped, I wanna be classified, I wanna be a clone – I want a suburban home.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night.
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.
Smack, crack, bushwhacked, tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Time to take a ride, time to take it in a midnight eye. And if you want to go, get on below.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
Not your typical album of cover songs. Just ask Alice, I think she’ll know…
Listen to this on a battered cassette player for maximum effect.
The magic of the live and acoustic setting shines through for Natalie Merchant and crew.
From jangle pop to post-punk to quiet ballads, this one has great range (and each range is great).
I mean, just ask any police officer who happens to be at a local fried carbohydrate treat market.
Houston, we have a problem indeed. But not with this record.
So much that is so great (and so right) about punk rock.
Are you not entertained? Well, you will be by this classic post-punk album, yes, thanks for asking.
They keep it low, they keep it hot, they keep heads covered.