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Six Month Stickies # 15

March 01, 2015

As usual the tracks of music that got stuck in my head in the last six months, in order.* Click image to download a ZIP of the compilation:

This sticky list started during my return trip to Japan. For some reason I kept obsessively listening to Elliott Smith, the entire time I was out there. I just got into a groove of listening to him over breakfast before spending the day riding my bike around Kyoto, painting and slurping ramen. I already miss it.

Elliott Smith

I Didn’t Understand

Thought you’d be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out, and put away
And so you’d soon be leaving me alone like I’m supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow, and every day
There’s nothing here that you’ll miss
I can guarantee you this is a cloud of smoke
Trying to occupy space
What a fucking joke
What a fucking joke

(…)

You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of
A never never land
And I could have gone to that place
But I didn’t understand
I didn’t understand

Can’t Make a Sound

Why should you want any other
When you’re a world within a world?

Strung Out Again

You’re a parliament of owls
Flying over a city of canals
There goes the floating body
Floating face down
You get what you see

Don’t Go Down

She had a dream, woke up in shock
She had seen her own body outlined in chalk
I split the scene, the globe had been spun
And her ghost leaned down to kiss me with a message from the sun
Don’t go down
Don’t go down
Stay with me

For New Years I was vacationing in Mexico. Nakedly surfing wild waves and gorging myself on ceviche. I snagged myself on a couple paul Simon songs I had previously ignored.

Paul Simon

Something So Right

When something goes wrong
I’m the first to admit it
I’m the first to admit it
But the last one to know
when something goes right
Well it’s likely to lose me
It’s apt to confuse me
It’s such an unusual sight
I can’t get used to something so right
Something so right

(…)

Some people never say the words
I love you
It’s not their style
to be so bold
Some people never say those words
I love you
But like a child they’re longing
to be told

Think Too much (B)

They say the left side of the brain
Dominates the right
And the right side has to labor through
The long and speechless night
And in the night
My father came to me
And held me to his chest
He said “there’s not much more that you can do
Go home and get some rest”

And I said yeah
Maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much
Oh, maybe I think too much
Maybe I think too much

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