Category: Lyrics

Lyrics of the Month: July 2017 – John Prine

 

 

While digesting Reader’s Digest in the back of a dirty book store
A plastic flag, with gum on the back fell out on the floor
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside, slapped it on my window shield
And if I could see old Betsy Ross I’d tell her how good I feel

But your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore
They’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war
Now Jesus don’t like killin’, no matter what the reason’s for
And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore

Well, I went to the bank this morning and the cashier he said to me
“If you join the Christmas club we’ll give you ten of them flags for free”
Well, I didn’t mess around a bit, I took him up on what he said
And I stuck them stickers all over my car and one on my wife’s forehead

But your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore
They’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war
Now Jesus don’t like killin’, no matter what the reason’s for
And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore

Well, I got my window shield so filled with flags I couldn’t see
So, I ran the car upside a curb and right into a tree
By the time they got a doctor down I was already dead
And I’ll never understand why the man standing in the pearly gates said

“But your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore
We’re already overcrowded from your dirty little war”
“Now Jesus don’t like killin’, no matter what the reason’s for
And your flag decal won’t get you into Heaven anymore”

-John Prine, S/T, Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore

Lyrics of the Month: June 2017 – Good Riddance

They’re wrong
You can love the one your heart’s with
No matter what you’re told about your choice
By any xenophobic hypocrites
Or small-minded misogynists
you’re free
You are free

It’s alright
There are those too slow to get along
Keep twisting their morality with sin
Remember life’s too short to waste on them
And we’re too smart to just condemn
We’re free
We are free
Now if we could only give them
something to believe

It’s anybody’s guess
Why some cling to prejudice and fear
For what they do not understand
Now there is nothing left but common sense
To wash away intolerance
And realize that love is all the same

And no one has the right
To legislate your life
They’re wrong

-Good Riddance, Peace in Our Time, Teachable Moments

Lyrics of the Month: November 2016 – Nick Cave

They’re gonna lay me low (Lay me low)
They’re gonna sink me in the snow
They’re gonna throw back
their heads and crow
When I go

They’re gonna jump and shout (Lay me low)
They’re gonna wave their arms about
All the stories will come out
When I go

All the stars will glow bright (Lay me low)
My friends will give up the fight
They’ll see my work in a different light
When I go

They’ll try telephoning my
mother (Lay me low)
They’ll end up getting my brother
Who’ll spill the story on some
long-gone lover
That I hardly know

Hats off to the man
On top of the world
Come crawl up here, baby
And I’ll show you how it works
If you wanna be my friend
And you wanna repent
And you want it all to end
And you wanna know when
Then take a bow
Do it now Do it any old how
Make a stand Take my hand
And blow it all to hell

They’ll inform the police chief (Lay me low)
Who will breathe a sigh of relief
He’ll say I was a malanderer,
a badlander, and a thief
When I go

They will interview my teachers (Lay me low)
Who’ll say I was one of God’s
sorrier creatures
There’ll be informative six-page features
When I go

They’ll bang a big old gong (Lay me low)
The motorcade will be ten miles long
The world will join together for a
farewell song
When they put me down below

They’ll sound a flugelhorn (Lay me low)
The sea will rage, the sky will storm
All man and beast will mourn
When I go

Hats off to the man
On top of the world
Crawl over here, baby
And we can watch this damn thing turn
If you wanna be my friend
And you wanna repent
And you want it all to end
And you wanna know when
Well do it now
Don’t care how Do it any old how
Take my hand Make a stand
And blow it all to hell

Nick Cave, Let Love In, Lay Me Low

Lyrics of the Month: September 2016

Stumbling drunk off a bus downtown
You’ve got it bad for the system
‘Cause you know it let you down
You see the marks on the whores
And the dimes they lent you
And your paranoia soars
On the wings of your dementia

Without a system that compels
The growth of human compassion
Its a face that will never change
Nobody’s well when even one soul suffers
We’re bound by circumstances
We can’t dissarrange
Does shame prevent you
From engaging in the indigents struggle

Just filling up a vacancy
With nothing new to live for
When I was young and naive
I believed I could be so much more
Out of touch with a world
That never cared or knew me
More dead than alive
when you stare right through me

Its a face that will never, never change
never change
You could be the one
With your hand held out

Good Riddance, Bound By Ties of Blood and Affection, Shame, Rights & Privilege

Ten Years

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It is ten years to the day that I started writing Balls of Rice.

If you read from the painfully embarassing first post, to the lost and meandering most recent post, you’d see how I went from proud flag-loving Canadian to dissident anarchist-in-training. You can see a public journal of mental health. Ten years later I still don’t know why I write, still don’t know what I’m doing with my life, still eating peanut butter and banana sandwiches for supper. All I know is that Balls of Rice has both saved my life and ruined it.

Naturally, the only posts worth reading were written in the last four years. The six years before that was trial and error, with more error than anything. These days there is less trial and about the same amount of error. The list below is not a list of the best writings, because reading over every single post could only end in crushing depression. But these ones are alright, I think.

Thanks to whoever has read this in the past decade for the encouragement. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be a successful engineer by now. Instead I’m a squatter in the back of a pizzeria.

Thanks for still reading, mom and dad. Oh you stopped reading it in 2012?

Yeah. Me too.

 

Notable Posts:

Realistic Ideas – August 30, 2012

Losing Faith – December 2, 2012

Cheap Attempts at Warping History – April 2, 2013

Dear Mouse, – September 17, 2014

I wasn’t shot dead in the CN Railyard – December 29, 2015

Still don’t know – July 26, 2016

Lyrics of the Month: June 2016 – Neko Case

Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Everything’s so easy for Pauline
Ancient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild grace
No monument of tacky gold
They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves
And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected
Fate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savor
Everything’s so easy for Pauline

Girl with the parking lot eyes
Margaret is the fragments of a name
Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake
Of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked
Margaret is the fragments of a name
Her love pours like a fountain
Her love steams like rage
Her jaw aches from wanting and she’s sick from chlorine
But she’ll never be as clean
As the cool side of satin, Pauline

Two girls ride the blue line
Two girls walk down the same street
One left her sweater sittin’ on the train
The other lost three fingers at the cannery
Everything’s so easy for Pauline

-Neko Case, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, Margaret Vs. Pauline

Lyrics of the Month: May 2016 – Rilo Kiley

Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can’t breathe
And hope someone will save me this time

And your mother’s still calling you insane and high
Swearing it’s different this time
And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her
And that God never blessed her insides

Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things
And crawl back into bed to dream of a time
When your heart was open wide and you loved things just because
Like the sick and the dying

And sometimes when you’re on, you’re really fucking on
And your friends they sing along and they love you
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in it’s absence
But you’ll fight and you’ll make it through
You’ll fake it if you have to
And you’ll show up for work with a smile
You’ll be better you’ll be smarter
And more grown up and a better daughter
Or son and a real good friend
You’ll be awake and you’ll be alert
You’ll be positive though it hurts
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
You’ll be a real good listener
You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome, you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy

Your ship may be coming in
You’re weak but not giving in
To the cries and the wails of the valley below
Your ship may be coming in
You’re weak but not giving in
And you’ll fight it you’ll go out fighting all of them…

-Rilo Kiley, A Better Son / Daughter, The Execution of All Things

Lyrics of the Month: April 2016 – The Weakerthans

Had one of those days when you want to try heroin,
drunk driving, some form of soft suicide.
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings
or peeling the paint off of things to confide.

Maybe someday the lies we’ve led around
will crawl under our beds
and sleep off the years.

Teach me to wiggle my ears like that,
show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike.
Ask me the questions you never want answers to.
We can re-write them however we like.

Maybe someday the lies we’ve led around
will crawl under our beds
and sleep off the years.

Stop the hardwood floor’s lopsided grin.
Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee tin.
Let your hand melt a hole in the frost.
Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost.

Someday the lies we’ve led around
will crawl under our beds
and sleep off the years.

-The Weakerthans, Fallow, Leash

Lyrics of the Month: March 2016 – Bikini Kill

I can’t say everything about it
In just one single song
I can’t put how I feel in a package
And sell it back to everyone

But wait
There’s another boy genius who’s fucking gone
I hope the food tastes better in heaven
I know there’s lots of rad queer boys up there
I hope every time they talk to you
They know they’re lucky to be yr friend

Cuz look
There’s another boy genius who’s fucking gone
And I wouldn’t be so fucking mad so fucking
Pissed off if it wasn’t so fucking wrong
It’s all fucking wrong
It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair

But no one said life was easy
Yeah, but no one said, no one said
Nothing’s supposed to happen right?
No, no one told me anything
To prepare me for fucking this

There’s another boy genius who’s fucking gone
Don’t tell me it don’t matter
Don’t tell me I’ve had three days to get over it
It won’t go away
It just won’t go away

-Bikini Kill, Reject All American, R.I.P.

Lyrics of the Month: February 2016 – Kristofferson

Mister Marvin Middle Class is really in a stew
Wond’rin’ what the younger generation’s coming to
And the taste of his martini doesn’t please his bitter tongue
Blame it on the Rolling Stones.
Blame it on the Stones; blame it on the Stones
You’ll feel so much better, knowing you don’t stand alone
Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones

Mother tells the ladies at the bridge club every day
Of the rising price of tranquilizers she must pay
And she wonders why the children never seem to stay at home
Blame it on the Rolling Stones.

Blame it on the Stones; Blame it on the Stones
You’ll feel so much better, knowing you don’t stand alone
Join the accusation; save the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones

Father’s at the office, nightly working all the time
Trying to make the secretary change her little mind
And it bothers him to read about so many broken homes
Blame it on those Rolling Stones.

Blame it on the Stones; Blame it on the Stones
You’ll feel so much better knowing you don’t stand alone
Join the accusation; same the bleeding nation
Get it off your shoulders; blame it on the Stones

Blame it on the stones, blame it on the stones.

-Kris Kristofferson, Kristofferson, Blame it on the Stones