Keep on rockin’ in the free world.

Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
Crazy, toys in the attic, truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away!
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
The middle of the road is trying to find me. I’m standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
You’re going to want to take a few long-ish steps or multiple little ones to get your ears closer to this one.
Now I’m a start collecting props, connecting plots. Networking like a conference, ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop.
Nothing to stop this being the best day ever, nothing to keep us from where we should be. I wanted the world but you knew better, and that all we have is immortality.
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 […]
People are crazy and times are strange. I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night.
Gotta watch those corners in the stretch of danger, a problem could arise eventually. I’ve walked this earth for twenty years and now my mind is floating out to sea.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
You know this boogie is for real.
If growing up means being like you, then I don’t want to be like you.
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
The doctor says to take it easy because this isn’t healthy, but I need things a doctor can’t prescribe. I’m running the race on a treadmill going nowhere fast; I need an outlet in my so-called life.
Love is gentle as a rose, and love can conquer any war. It’s time to take a stand, brothers and sisters join hands.
Why do we have to carry on? Always singing the same old song.
If you’ll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal. I can call you Betty, and Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al.
Well up came that first cat, he said, “Man, look at that! Man do you see what I see?”
All my favorite songs are slow and sad. All my favorite people make me mad.
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right. Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Left a good job in the city, working for the man every night and day, and I never lost one minute of sleeping, worrying ‘bout the way things might have been.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
The music was new, black polished chrome, and came over the summer like liquid night.
On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat and a red right hand.
Upside you’re turning me, you’re giving love instinctively. Around and round you’re turning me, I say to thee respectfully.
This is our decision to live fast and die young. We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun. Yeah, it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do? Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
The future’s in our present hands. Let’s reach right in, let’s understand.
I ain’t never been in trouble, I ain’t got the time. I don’t mess around with magic, child, what I got is mine.
Graffin’ up in L.A. you can’t act stupid and play, striking up in the hood could mean your last day.
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
Well, you know I look like a woman, but I cut like a buffalo.
No crime if there ain’t no law, no cops left to mess you around, no more dreams of mystery chords, no more sight to bring you down.
It puts soul, jazz, rock, and funk into a blender and serves it up as a tasty hip hop concoction all its own.
You talk about things that nobody cares, wearing out things that nobody wears. You’re calling my name but I gotta make clear, I can’t say baby where I’ll be in a year.
Must I forever be a beggar whose golden dreams will not come true? Or will I go from rags to riches? My fate is up to you.
Hey bro, Day Glo, set the bet, pay dough before the cheddar get away, best to get Maaco.
I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred, heard a song that made some sense out of the world.
Stay on top but remain from the underground – X to the Z and we all in the family.
Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down. In the town they’re searching for us everywhere but we never will be found.
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated urban legends in the books with the ones who made it.
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.
Take me now baby here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed.
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir, so that every mouth can be fed, poor me Israelites.
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.
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can’t flow, but we’ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe.
Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad, sad songs.
Well, I’ll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil.
In this world today, there ain’t nobody to thank. Just blame it on the kids and toss ‘em in the tank.
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.
And would you cry if I told you that I lied? And would you say goodbye, would you let it ride?
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?
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass. Seemed like the right thing, only to find mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind.
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.
Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand, with an equal opportunity for all to sing, dance, and clap their hands.
Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she’s a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she’s got the look.
Stop, the love you save may be your own! Darling, take it slow or someday you’ll be all alone.
First got it when he was six, didn’t know any tricks. Matter fact first time he got on it, he slipped.
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.
So give me your hands, your hearts, I’m ready! There’s only one direction.
Yeah, I been struggling my whole life, yeah. I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah.
I don’t want to hear it – all you do is talk about you. I don’t want to hear it, ‘cause I know that none of it’s true.
Want to measure my size? I rise above the norm, the urban icon ridin’ on the eye of the storm, fool.
Said woman take it slow, and it’ll work itself out fine. All we need is just a little patience.
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine, Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine.
I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood highs, the best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had.
I challenge any opponent who want to smoke – we can pull ‘till our voice get lower than Tone Loc.
Guys you know you better watch out – some girls are only about that thing, that thing, that thing.
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.
Johnny’s in the basement, mixin’ up the medicine. I’m on the pavement, thinkin’ about the government.
In she came with the same type game, the type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
We are kids, we play punk rock ‘n roll. If we didn’t, we got no soul.
There must be lights burning brighter somewhere, got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue.
Shut up, kiss me, hold me tight.
It’s supposed to be about fun and gettin’ the pain out, but it’s all about clout and popping them chains out.
Skydive naked from an aeroplane, or a lady with a body from outer space.
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.