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.

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.
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.
Johnny’s in the basement, mixin’ up the medicine. I’m on the pavement, thinkin’ about the government.
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping. There is no crime to dreams like this.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Anyone can tell you there’s no more road to ride. Everyone will tell you there’s no place to hide.
Watching the parade with pinpoint eyes full of smoldering anger.
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.
You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence daily.
From whatever position you occupy with regard to the watchtower, this is another classic Dylan album.
Playful and orchestral, bombastic and pulsing, trippy and sultry.
It’s gorgeous and piercing and moving all at once.
What eludes easy definition becomes a core strength.
Much more than a standard issue album handed out at my undergrad college dorms.
What’s difficult to define and describe becomes essential to why I’m drawn to it.
Pop gems from a UK-based singer-songwriter with a flat-out gorgeous voice.
Contemplative and quiet at times, bluesy and rocked up at others, and through and through a great Neil Young album.
A bombshell of a singer songwriter album from 1968.
Melancholy and hauntingly beautiful, with lyrics that are strikingly original and poetic.
Sure, it’s the “Nothing Compares 2 You” album, but there’s a range of Celtic-influenced rock and gorgeous pure pop to enjoy besides.
Folk rock that bridges the gap from the 1960s for the Lilith Fair generation.
Adams spans singer songwriter-y pop to chilled out rock to alt country for quite a moody trip.
If you’re not yet hip to it, suddenly you shall see that super satisfying sounds abound.
Incredible songcraft, wild variety, and the magical odd couple mesh of Campbell’s whispery delightful voice and Lanegan’s world weary soft growl.