honoured

Keeping track of a lofty man enamoured with life

Category: Fav Songs

Rain

Advertisements

The Songcatcher – dir. Maggie Greenwald

 

The wondrous nature of teaching one’s kin by traditional song is still evident today. However, the nature of narrative has changed dramatically from parable to emotional empathy.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer

original

Elf version

I really can’t stay (Baby it’s cold outside)
I’ve got to go ‘way (Baby it’s cold outside)
This evening has been (Been hoping that you’d drop in)
So very nice (I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice)
My mother will start to worry (Beautiful, what’s your hurry?)
My father will be pacing the floor (Listen to the fireplace roar)
So really I’d better scurry (Beautiful, please don’t hurry)
Well, maybe just a half a drink more (Put some music on while I pour)

The neighbors might think (Baby, it’s bad out there)
Say, what’s in this drink? (No cabs to be had out there)
I wish I knew how (Your eyes are like starlight now)
To break this spell (I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)
I ought to say no, no, no, sir (Mind if I move a little closer?)
At least I’m gonna say that I tried (What’s the sense in hurting my pride?)
I really can’t stay (Baby don’t hold out)
Ahh, but it’s cold outside

I simply must go (Baby, it’s cold outside)
The answer is no (Ooh baby, it’s cold outside)
This welcome has been (I’m lucky that you dropped in)
So nice and warm (Look out the window at that storm)
My sister will be suspicious (Man, your lips look so delicious)
My brother will be there at the door (Waves upon a tropical shore)
My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious (Gosh your lips look delicious)
Well, maybe just a cigarette more (Never such a blizzard before)

I’ve got to go home (Oh, baby, you’ll freeze out there)
Say, lend me your coat (It’s up to your knees out there)
You’ve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand)
But don’t you see (How can you do this thing to me?)
There’s bound to be talk tomorrow (Think of my life long sorrow)
At least there will be plenty implied (If you caught pneumonia and died)
I really can’t stay (Get over that old out)
Ahh, but it’s cold outside
Baby it’s cold outside

Mexican Blue – Jolie Holland

You’re like a saint’s song to me
I’ll try to sing it pure and easily
You’re like a Mexican blue
So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon
I saw you riding on your bike
In a corduroy jacket in the night
Past the hydrangeas that were blooming in the alley
With a galloping dog by your side
When I was hungry you fed me
I don’t mean to suggest that I’m like Jesus Christ
Your light overwhelmed me
When I lay beside you sleepless in the night
And when you dreamed my guardian spirits appeared
And the moon stretched out across your little bed
They said they’d started to get worried about me
They were happy we had finally met
We had finally met

A mysterious bird flies away
Seemed to be calling your name
And bounced off the top of a towering pine
And vanished in the drizzling rain
There’s a mockingbird behind my house
Who is a magician of the highest degree
And I swear I heard him rip the world apart
And sew it back again with his fiery melody, melody

When you were mad at me I didn’t care
And I just loved you all the same
And I waited for the wind to push the hurricane
Out to sea, and the sun could shine again
Oh I don’t mean to give you advice
Its just like Delia said, “oh, Jesus Christ”
Just don’t get so high you leave the ground
Everything is so much better when you’re around
Just don’t float so high you drift away
Stand tall, with your feet on the ground
I love your songs, I love your sound
Everything is so much better when you’re around

When the moon is as clear as an opal
And the amethyst river sings a song
I’ll remember all your dreams and the mysteries
You have borne in your crystalline soul
That you sing from your golden throat
That you shine from your sparkling eyes
That you feel from the goddess in your thighs

You’re like a saint’s song to me
I’ll try to sing it pure and easily
You’re like a Mexican blue
So bright and clear and pale in the afternoon
In the afternoon

Gentle As She Goes – Sime Nugent

Feet Asleep – Thao

Skinny Love – Bon Iver

Not Fade Away – The Rolling Stones

Lover, you should have come over – Jeff Buckley

Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
And maybe i’m too young to keep good love from going wrong
But tonight you’re on my mind so you never know

Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight, child you know how much i need it
Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun
And much too blind to see the damage he’s done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one

So i’ll wait for you and i’ll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return
Oh will I ever learn

Oh lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

It’s never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It’s never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It’s never over, she’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Well maybe i’m just too young
To keep good love from going wrong

Oh… lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Well I feel too young to hold on
And i’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage i’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love well i’m waiting for you

Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late

Alas, I Cannot Swim – Laura Marling

Theres a house across the river
but alas i cannot swim
And a garden of such beauty
that the flowers seem to grin
Theres a house across the river
but alas i cannot swim
I’ll live my life regretting that i never jumped in!

Theres a boy across the river
with short black curly hair
He wants to be my lover
and i want to be his peer
Theres a boy across the river
but alas i cannot swim
And i never will get to put my arms around him

Theres a life across the river
that was ment for me
instead i live my life in constant misery
Theres a life across the river
but i do not see
why i should please those who will never be pleased

There is gold across the river
but i dont want none
There is gold across the river
but i dont want none

Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun!
Gold is fleeting, gold is fickle, gold is fun!

There is gold across the river
but i dont want none
I would rather be dry
then held up by a golden gun

saying
Work more
earn more
live more
have more fun!

saying
Work more
earn more
live more
have more fun!

saying
Work more
earn more
live more
have more fun!

“Yee-ha”