Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality.
Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality.
Nothing to lose – I got nothing to lose.
You’re not around but you’re plain to see – I hear you’re voice and you’re telling me.
‘Cause everybody knows she’s a femme fatale.
Well, I’m beginning to see the light.
Hey ho, let’s go.
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music, you know her life was saved by rock ‘n roll.
How you gonna stop the clock when the well runs dry?
Linger on your pale blue eyes.
Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go – they’re ready to go now.
You’re nobody’s zero.
Open your mouth and close your eyes and let the overlord’s spoon slide deep inside.
Selfish as you are cannot be undone – you wouldn’t let me let myself become a person.
Take me to the river, drop me in the water.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.
I will never be satisfied until it ends in tears.
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
We’re gonna rock this town, rock it inside out.
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
Now it’s Istanbul, not Constantinople, been a long time gone, Constantinople, now it’s Turkish delight on a moonlit night.
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?
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
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.
The city breathing, the people churning, the conversating. The price is what?
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
I won’t play ball, won’t do as I’m told. I’d rather be a square peg in a round hole.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
The most incredible ‘80s album… of 2010.
The humans of Parquet Courts have banged out yet another remarkably consistent performance.
A thoroughly non-sedating blast of old school punk rock.
Get that body up.
The magic of the live and acoustic setting shines through for Natalie Merchant and crew.
Heads will rock n’ roll to this one.
Hits that perfect sweet spot between alt rock and garage rock.
Post-punk, new wave, intellectual guitar rock? Any which way, it’s all good.
A fun ska band with real musical chops that’s at its most fun-est best live.
An unusual but ultimately pleasing combination of traditional Irish music and modern American rock.