SOTD: Foster The People
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Yeah we’re locked up in ideas
We like to label everything
Well I’m just gonna do here what I gotta do here
‘Cause I gotta keep myself free
You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruising from all your enemies
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from you expectancies
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back, just sayin’
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
You’ve taken your words and you take your judgments
And stick them onto everything
If it don’t conform to what you were born into
Then you run the other way
You say, “Now, what’s your style and who do you listen to?” Who cares?
Well that rat race ladder-climbing fake-face smile’s got nothing on me
We’ve got nothing to lose
You better run and hide
Yeah you’ve crossed the line
I’ve got a knife behind my back, just sayin’
We’ve got nothing to prove
Your social guides give you swollen eyes
But what I’ve got can’t be bought so you can just call it what you want
I said just call it what you want
Read MoreSOTD: Jump Little Children
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She wore out the feeling
With a tender killing
She paid for the blackout
I saw it rolling in.
Was I, was I
Watching over you, or
Watching you fall apart.
Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?
She came with a warning
She left with the morning
An eye on the doorway
A scar in the early light.
Was I, was I
Hanging on a word
Or was I just a messenger.
Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?
And every look upon your face
There was an element of grace
Did I read between the lines
Or erase?
Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
Did I, did I pull the wool over your eyes
Or keep you from the cold?
Did I, did I?
Did I, did I?
Did I, did I?
Did I, did I lend a hand to hold you down
Or just a hand to hold?
SOTD: Murray Head
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Bangkok, oriental setting
And the city don’t know that the city is getting
The creme de la creme of the chess world
In a show with everything but Yul Brynner
Time flies, doesn’t seem a minute
Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it
All change, don’t you know
That when you play at this level there’s no ordinary venue
It’s Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings
Or, or this place
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the God’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, brother
(It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity)
(To be looking at the board, not looking at the city)
What d’ya mean
You seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
(Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet)
(Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite)
Get Thai’d! You’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
Siam’s gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness
This grips me more than would
A muddy old river or reclining Buddha
Thank God I’m only watching the game, controlling it
I don’t see you guys rating
The kind of mate I’m contemplating
I’d let you watch, I would invite you
But the queens we use would not excite you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlors
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me
SOTD: Josh Ritter
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You must be living on wildfires
You must be living on wildfires
That’s why your eyes
Are smoke and ash
You must be living on earthquakes
You must be living on earthquakes
Must be why my heart breaks
Every time you pass
Oh no matter how I try
I just watch you blow by
In a laugh
You must be living on front lines
You must be living on front lines
Must be why sometimes
I can’t get past
You must be living on land mines
You must be living on land mines
Must be why you’re crying
Broken glass
Well no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh
With all your living on landslides
With all your living on flood tides
It’s a wonder how you rise
Above all that
Well no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh
Yeah no matter how I try
I gotta watch you blow by
In a laugh
SOTD: Fleetwood Mac
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if i could
how can i
you can go your own way
tell me why
open up
you can go your own way
SOTD: Mumford & Sons
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It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
Because I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the Maker’s land
So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
Because I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
