We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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.
We sail tonight for Singapore. Don’t fall asleep while you’re ashore. Cross your heart and hope to die, when you hear the children cry.
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!”
You got the touch, you got the power. When all hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be riding the eye of the storm.
The city breathing, the people churning, the conversating. The price is what?
It’s only human nature, pollutes temptation. We have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation.
He told you he loved you, well that’s just a lie. I don’t need possession to satisfy my mind.
If I die tomorrow, what did I do today? You want fresh air? You won’t find it this way.
I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
Someday love will find you, true love won’t desert you. You know that I still love you, though we touched and went our separate ways.
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
I’m through with romance, I’m through with love, I’m through with countin’ the stars above.
When you hear the music, you make a dip into someone else’s pocket and then make a slip.
Like a desert sun that burns my skin, I’ve been waiting for her for so long.
I’ve been waiting so long to be where I’m going, in the sunshine of your love.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
Well, I heard the news, there’s good rockin’ tonight.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade.
You could have a bumper car, bumping. The amusement never ends.
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood.
Yeah, smokestack lightning. Don’t you hear me calling?
Could this be true? It all comes down to you.
It’s pure pop joy, pure joy joy. Okay?
Come on and get the minimum, before you open up your eyes.
Hey hey, my my. Rock and roll can never die.
I heard something about my ma and my pa. They didn’t want me so they made me a star.
How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.
Heed what this wise man says: stay away from redheads.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
You have no scars on your face and you cannot handle pressure.
Raw, grimy, funked up danceable R&B pop. Also: fun.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
So come on, check it off now.
A surprisingly warm tone eventually gives way to something more fractured, shattered, and eventually becomes somewhat haunting. Well, this is Radiohead, right?
An album with a specific, intimate, and special energy to it.
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
Revvin’ up your engine, listen to her howlin’ roar.
One part evil, three-fifths blind.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
The heart of rock and roll is still beating.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
You have to believe we are magic, nothing can stand in our way.
The Jack White Experience produces another successful experiment.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
We got the money! We got the money now!
Dearly beloved: let’s go crazy. Let’s get nuts.
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
To be the best we got to pass the test we gotta make it all the way to the top of the mountain.
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
The genius behind The Beach Boys finds his powers fully intact on his first solo album.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
I’m the king of bongo baby, I’m the king of bongo.
From the catchy, fun, and a little strange to the truly avantgarde weirdo deep cut treasure chest.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
I’d tell you, but you need to understand the new slang to get it.
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.
Much like Fashion Nugget, I will survive. Yeah yeah.
Q: Should you listen to this album? A: Uh, that’d be a big time yes.
Take a bow for the new revolution.
Hey baby, it’s hella good, okay?
Eclectic psychedelic rock released at the pinnacle of the Flower Power era.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
Don’t wait for 18 and life to check this one out.
One listen and you’ll be on the pull.
Don’t suffer the fools who refuse to get enough-er of this construct of musical performances.
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.
From whatever position you occupy with regard to the watchtower, this is another classic Dylan album.
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.
A sprawl of 43 eclectic gems add up to a greater whole, and that price is right on.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Highly unique yet strangely comforting? Just ask the king of the carrot flowers.
I’m in love with rock and roll and I’ll be out all night.
Some albums are better than others.
Alt rock with an ironic edge that still nonetheless rocks.
The high highs make it well worthy of being in the magnificent seven… hundreds on the best 1,000 albums ever list.
There’s something about the vibe that takes me back to the Nag’s Head pub in Rochester, Kent.
Drink smoke drink smoke this is what we do. Well, not what I do necessarily but… you get it.