Music time, lovelies! That’s right, it’s #MusicMonday again and I’ve got “Deeper than the Dark” from Patients which (strangely enough) does not sound like that dark of a song. Still, prostitution and pain and angels singing about suffering are bound to catch my attention. I know, odd, but I still love the lyrics + voice + instrumental combination which almost edges towards a cinematic crescendo near the end. Curious? You’ll have to see what I mean. (the video seems to be footage of air strikes, which is weird to me and doesn’t go with the song, but… you can listen to it!)
In my corner of the world I’ve got the dark boxset which the other ladies are hurrying to finish, and then I’ve got my work-in-progress which is an intense rewrite on an older story that I am… pretty much completely changing, and then expanding. I think you lovelies are going to like both of these dark releases! In the meantime, enjoy the song below!
Lyrics
Let the love wash over you, like a virgin prostitute. In the thick tropical gloom, orchids bloom, inside of you.
There’s a brightness in your veins, like apocalyptic rain. Let it rush right through your brain. It’s too strange, to be pain.
Hark, the herald angels sing, a song of suffering, for girls like you. Mark, my words awakening, the earth is trembling, for girls like you, girls like you.
By the light of fallen stars, in the backseat of his car, you are deeper than the dark. But it’s hard, to drop your guard.
See the future in the flames, feel the faces rearrange, til the men all look the same. It’s too strange, to be pain.
Hark, the herald angels sing, a song of suffering, for girls like you. Mark, my words awakening, the earth is trembling, for girls like you, girls like me, girls like you, girls like me…
I’m really excited to share today’s song because it’s actually the main song inspiration for a book I’m going to work on… soon? Maybe? Ugh, I’m totally failing on writing lately, but I know I’ll get my head back on straight soon. It’s “You Don’t Get Me High Anymore” by Wakey!Wakey! Not only is their band name awesome, but this song grabbed me from the first time I listened to it and then I got *obsessed* which is pretty normal for me, but this one led to the birth of a new character that will have his own book. I love the story that’s unraveling about him, and I can’t wait to share it all with you. Until then? You’ll just have to enjoy the song as much as I do!
Lyrics
I don’t like staying at home when the moon is bleeding red. Woke up stoned in the backseat from a dream where my teeth fell out of my head.
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah… Everybody’s on something here. My godsend chemical best friend skeleton whispering in my ear.
Walk with me to the end, stare with me into the abyss. Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is…
Nothing is fun, not like before, you don’t get me high anymore. Used to take one, now it takes four, you don’t get me high anymore.
Runnin’ through emergency rooms, spinning wheels and ceiling fans. My hand shake cellophane landscape mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red. No hands on the steering wheel. I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show UFO obliterate the way I feel.
Walk with me to the end, stare with me into the abyss. Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is…
Nothing is fun, not like before, you don’t get me high anymore. Used to take one, now it takes four, you don’t get me high anymore.
I’ve got ‘Enough’ from John Parry for all of you lovelies today and I really love the accent in his voice that adds an edge to his otherwise melodic vocals. Also, the lyrics in this speak to me (and I love the video, but I swear I’m not off doing illegal drugs). It’s such a cool video though and they did a great job of linking it to the music. A little trippy, but I think it does a great job of depicting the urge to escape that so many of us feel. There are actually NO POSTED LYRICS for this song on the internets so I’ve done my best to transcribe them. Honestly though, for a self-produced album this guy is fucking amazing. Indie musicians get extra love from this indie author!
Lyrics
I’m not strong enough, I’m not clever, I’m just a London boy with my head up. I’m on the stage most days trying to run away, Yeah, I’m doing what I love, am I asking too much?
I’ve had enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do. Enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do, I’m doing what I wanna…
Skies are grey most days where I come from, I might say it’s first in getting drunk. I’m negative, what if… what could… what should… I come by and say goodbye for good.
I’ve had enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do. Enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do, I’m doing what I wanna… yeah… yeah… Yeah…
I’ve had enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do. Enough of doing what you want me to. Enough, I’m doing what I want to do, I’m doing what I gotta do to get out.
SHEESH! Monday is really trying to destroy me today, and so I know this is coming in a little late (and I totally missed Thankful Thursday last week because of my tests) but I am going to do much better this week. *foot stomp* I demand that I do better this week! I will dig myself out of this hole, dammit! Sooooo, today’s song should help some because I really really like it. All of it. Lyrics, rhythm, awesome mixes between singing and whispering that I just love. “Secret” by Huntington is going to get in your head, lovelies, and I’m not even sorry.
PS – This video is AMAZING. Check out the lyrics and then scroll down to hit play so you can watch it, you definitely want to watch this like a short film. SO GOOD.
Lyrics
I feel a faint memory, or did it happen in a dream? I look across, and I feel it coming… coming… coming… Don’t even wanna leave my bed, don’t even wanna feel my head, but I gotta pay the price and it’s coming… coming… coming…
I got a secret, I can’t tell it. It’s eating me up here, I can’t help it. I’m not a good man, I got a secret, and it’s… I got a secret (x5)
I’m guessing you can read my mind, I’m stressing that you’ll know in time, It’s messing with my brain, I know it’s coming… coming… coming… But maybe you don’t have to know, maybe I’ll put on a show, or maybe I’ll go outside and start running… running… running…
I got a secret, I can’t tell it. It’s eating me up here, I can’t help it. I’m not a good man, I got a secret, and it’s… I got a secret (x2)
I got a secret, I can’t tell it. It’s eating me up here, I can’t help it. I’m not a good man, I got a secret, and it’s…
When you look into my eyes, you look past my disguise, I see you’re getting wise, I look the other way. I’m feeling paralysed, I know the answer why, it’s all these fucking lies. And I…
I got a secret, I can’t tell it It’s eating me up here, I can’t help it I’m not a good man, I got a secret, and it’s…
I’ve missed a few weeks of #MusicMonday because my life has been insane, but I’m trying to get back on track. There’s really nothing better to get things going again than a great song from a female artist that has some very cool, dreamlike qualities, and an edge to the song that feels dark and threatening even though the lyrics themselves don’t speak it aloud. ‘Becomes the Color’ from Emily Wells doesn’t have an official video, but I have an audio-only one below so you can scroll and hit play to listen to the song while you read through these lyrics.
Enjoy, lovelies!
Lyrics
I became the color, I became the daughter and the son. When the feast is over, welcome to another one.
I lay my body down, down, down upon the water. Wrapped up in the clothes of my mother and my father.
Oh, this is longing, and I wanna be complete. I was waiting round in a little jump seat. I had hunger, a mouthful of interludes. You’ll do anything just to get rescued. I had longing, isn’t it the key? Take, take, taste, taste, taste sweet. They said I’d gone south, said I’d gone asunder. They don’t know hunger, what I been under. You are all laughing, thought I was debris, I was just free.
We were ready to behave, but there’s no freedom without no key. Whatever you think you’ve become, don’t worry about it dear it’s where you come from.
Oh no, no, take me from my misery. There’s no such thing as living comfortably. There’s no such thing as going home. I’m not formed of myself alone. All the other others they’ll just fade to black. When you think you have me’s when I don’t look back. Keep on laughing, callin’ after me, keep on laughin’, I’m just free.
We were ready to behave, but there’s no freedom without no key. Whatever you think you’ve become, don’t worry about it dear it’s where you come from.
Oh, hell yes! It’s #MusicMonday and I fucking LOVE this song today, it’s called “O.O.A.” by 1st Vows (which I believe stands for object of affection, but I couldn’t find anything that agreed with me) and not only do I love the powerful beat/music, but I love this man’s voice too (especially since he’s singing some badass feminist lyrics that make me want to high five him). I mean, seriously, I fucking *LOVE* this song. Crank it up and love it with me!
Lyrics
She’s not your object of affection, she’s not an object at all. She’s not the answer to a question. She’s not waiting to be made whole.
So, remember, remember, remember, remember, when you were young boys with all your blood rushing. So, remember, remember, remember, remember, she never did, never has, never will, never owed you nothing! Never owed you nothing!
It’s not your fault you’ve been conditioned, to believe you reap what you sow. Of woman, God has made no mention, so does she wait for scraps from the floor?
So, remember, remember, remember, remember, when you were young boys with all your blood rushing. So, remember, remember, remember, remember, she never did, never has, never will, never owed you nothing! She never owed you nothing! Never owed you nothing! Never owed you nothing!
What color would you like her dressed in, when you look down on her? Just when you think that she is less than, she multiplies herself and gives you a son.
Oh, so remember, remember, remember, remember, when you were young boys with all your blood rushing. So, remember, remember, remember, remember, she never did, never has, never will, never owed you nothing! She never owed you nothing! She never owed you nothing! She never owed you nothing!
