Gone
I'm out of town for the long weekend, visiting someone special and seeing The Motherfucking Hold Steady. Here are some love songs to tide you over:
Neil Young- Harvest Moon from Harvest Moon
Beach Boys- God Only Knows from Pet Sounds
music, etc.
I'm out of town for the long weekend, visiting someone special and seeing The Motherfucking Hold Steady. Here are some love songs to tide you over:
"Look Who Got A Website" ©Ryan Adams | Barland Music 2006
Awwwwwww shit.
Look who got a website.
That's right.
Dot com.
What the fuck.
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
New York City it's up!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Staten Island.
Ancient Sumerians
Anna Sarriss...
Ohhh shit.
Well if I could get around to my rhymes
Then I could destroy galaxies
of alt.country wannabees
With a bottle of whisky
And a wizard and a mime
Until then?
Dot com motherfucker!
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
New York City!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Staten Island
Yo!
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Anna Serris ohhhh
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Anna Serris you out of this world
like ancient Sumerians
apparently we came from ancient Sumerians
they came down and gave the world a bunch of technology
because they wanted to clone themselves and that was
and maybe be on the Earth
and get some some stuff that they needed
for their planet
but then they had to split
so they went to another planet
we stayed here
and now we just yell at each other
and have milkshakes
Hi Anna
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Awww shit Anna Serris
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
You a g-g-g-g-genius
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Kevin Bacon was a cock!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Well up these streets are digital roads
Goin into your mind like if you think it was your nose
and your nose was sucking coke and drinksin E
Trippin' too hard and gotta be
What was a dezzin Kevin Bacon
Makin Waterworld 3
They ain't even made 2 yet
Yo that was Costner partner
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kevincostner.com what the fuck?
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
two thousand and three
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updated by witches
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
This website's updated by witches
witches
witches n' me
weird witches
roll about and leap
with their hair on fire
and their nails long
and they're screaming at animals and people
and they're going crazy
and they need to take a break from recording
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Aww shit - it's a long record.
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
c-c-c-c-c-c-critics
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One and a half stars yeah!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Aww shit
One and a half stars
3 records sold
my record went balsa wood
in Indio or someplace that I'm not from
you know what I'm saying man?
And then the guy goes "This record is very long and sappy.
Basically he's alternative country but crappy."
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
The relationship between Harry Nilsson and John Lennon is legendary. They were notorious booze hounds and carousers, getting kicked out of clubs for misbehavior and generally terrorizing L.A. during Lennon's "lost weekend" of 1974. They wanted to make an album together -- hell, anyone working at such a peak would -- and the result was Pussy Cats, a Nilsson album produced by Lennon. Almost immediately, Nilsson got sick, resulting in a ruptured vocal cord. Not wanting Lennon to stop the sessions, Nilsson never told his friend, stubbornly working his way through the sessions until he lost his voice entirely. These are the sessions that make up Pussy Cats, an utterly bewildering record that's more baffling than entertaining. Like many superstar projects of its time, this is studded with contributions from friends and studio musicians, all intent on having a good time in the studio -- which usually means hammering out rock & roll oldies. In this case, it meant both Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues" and the children's song "Loop de Loop," which gives a good idea where Nilsson was at. Through its messiness, Pussy Cats winds up showing how he and Lennon violently careened between hedonism and self-loathing. Of the new songs, the inadvertently revealing "All My Life" is the strongest, followed by the sweet "Don't Forget Me," yet this is more about tone than substance. It's about hearing Nilsson's voice getting progressively harsher, as the backing remains appealingly professional and slick. It doesn't quite jibe, and it's certainly incoherent, but that's its charm. It may not be as wild as the lost weekend itself, but it couldn't have been recorded at any other time and remains a fascinating aural snapshot of the early days of 1974.Pussy Cats certainly an album unto itself. Nilsson's gradual progression from 1970's singer/songwriter to drunken, self-loathing narrator makes for a fascinating period piece at worst and long-forgotten tears-in-your-beer classic at best. Nilsson's voice sounds like that of someone with the world's longest hangover, which gives even the most conventional 70's pop tunes a certain appeal.
i grow tired of this song. i turn my eyes to the blond in the bleachers. she's a lovely young creature. i think she's seeking adventure. i think she's ready to see that the world isn't so sweet or so tender. i won't break her, just bend her, and make into my new ringer for you. i stay in the same comfy town, write the same old songs down, drive the same streets, seek the same sense of dull peace, whisper the same sweet words to the chippies. the same walk by the road and the same muddy snow's finally leaving, but i'll fight off the spring; I don't want lovely things, i don't want the earth new.Ouch. Breakup song of the year?
In the one and only time I link to People Magazine, everyone's favorite country-legend-turned-hippie Willie Nelson got busted with a pound and a half of marijuana on his tour bus. That Willie Nelson - always contributing to society's depravity.
"I don’t believe that you need something to hit you in order to write music. It can be just like computer programming or building a house. It’s pretty simple,” he said from Toronto. “When people talk about genius songwriters, I’m just like, ‘No, it’s just somebody who made a series of correct decisions."
I have high hopes for Wilco in 2007. Who needs sonic experimentation anyways? All the good songs have already been written, why rock the boat, man? A return to Being There-style Wilco would be clutch.