sonicboy19written by Joni Mitchell | produced by Joni Mitchell & Larry Klein | from the album Turbulent Indigo (1994) | live from Intimate & Interactive (1994) | additional audio mixing by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
I was an unmarried girl I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the steaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me Fallen women Sentenced into dreamless drudgery Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring
Joni Mitchell - The Magdalene Laundries (Live Toronto 1994)sonicboy192013-03-28 | written by Joni Mitchell | produced by Joni Mitchell & Larry Klein | from the album Turbulent Indigo (1994) | live from Intimate & Interactive (1994) | additional audio mixing by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
I was an unmarried girl I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries
Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the steaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries
Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me Fallen women Sentenced into dreamless drudgery Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity!
These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries
Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring
Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris You know I get fly, you know I get high You know that I'm gone and I'm-a tell you all why
So tell me who are you dissing, maybe I'm missing The reason that you're smilin' or wildin', so listen In my head, I just want to take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mud-slide When I get on, I like to ride and glide I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all I get props at my mention cause I vex, y'all
So, so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? I get so funny with the money that you flaunt I said, "Where'd you get your information from" huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes? (Yeah, you can't front on that)
Well they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man I'm like Spoonie Gee, well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holler 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-wip topping From mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call
Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of my ride With your know, with your flow, when you're out getting by Believe me, what you see is what you get And you see me, I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well I think I'm losing my mind, this time This time I'm losing my mind, that's right Said I think I'm losing my mind, this time This time, I'm losing my mind
But little do you know about something that I talk about I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?
Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See, I'm the long-leaner, Vincent the Cleaner I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? I said, what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?Luscious Jackson - Nervous Breakthrough (Live In-Studio 1999)sonicboy192023-09-09 | written by Jill Cunniff | produced by Tony Mangurian & Jill Cunniff | from the album Electric Honey (1999) | live version from NPA / June 11 1999 / France | lyrics:
sometimes somebody can bring you down so far below anywhere you've gone sometimes somebody can bring you down so far below anywhere you know so much so fast feels like you can't take the pain but remember there's no going back something's so broken down busted and underground but here's your chance to surrender
thanks to you i had a nervous breakthrough...
lay down your gun, lay down your pack it's time to recognize the fact that all the best things make you nervous and all the best things come in disguise so much so fast feels like you can't take the pain but remember there's no going back something's so broken down busted and underground but here's your chance to surrender
thanks to you i had a nervous breakthrough...
did you know you brought me down to the ground can you tell i'm happy that i fell thanks to you i've got music in your soul thanks to you i'm letting everybody know it's the thing that creeps into your feet it's the thing that flows into the beat i was off kilter, now i got shelter thanks to you i'm gonna breakthroughSinéad OConnor - The Year of the Horse (Live 1990)sonicboy192023-08-07 | directed by Sophie Muller | filmed live at Forest National, Brussels (Oct 29 1990) & Ahoy Sport Paleis, Rotterdam (Oct 30 1990) | Sinéad O'Connor – vocals, guitar / Dean Garcia – bass / David Ruffy – drums / Marco Pirroni – guitar / Susan Davies – keyboards, guitar, backing vocals / Marc Taylor – keyboards | track list:
00:00:00 "Feel So Different" (O'Connor) 00:06:48 "The Emperor's New Clothes" (O'Connor) 00:11:36 "I Want Your (Hands On Me)" (O'Connor/Clowes/Reynolds/Dean/Holifield) 00:16:25 "Three Babies" (O'Connor) 00:21:28 "Black Boys On Mopeds" (O'Connor) 00:25:32 "Irish Ways, Irish Laws" (John Gabriel Gibbs) 00:29:45 "I Am Stretched on Your Grave" (King/F. O'Connor) 00:36:19 "The Last Day Of Our Acquaintance" (O'Connor) 00:42:15 "Nothing Compares 2 U" (Prince) 00:48:15 "Jump in the River" (O'Connor/Pirroni) 00:53:39 "Jerusalem" (O'Connor/McMordie/Clowes/Reynolds) 00:58:17 "Troy" (O'Connor)Les Rita Mitsouko - Entrée / Ce sale tonsonicboy192023-07-08 | Entrée written by Fred Chichin/Iso Diop | Ce sale ton written by Catherine Ringer/Fred Chichin | from the album La Femme Trombone (2002) | produced by Les Rita Mitsouko & Iso Diop | visuals from Walt Disney's Alice Gets In Dutch (1924; Public Domain) | edited by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
Un jour, il se lève Et puis non Tout avait pris ce sale ton Déjà hier c'était monstrueux Tout avait pris ce sale ton Faudrait qu'il crève Ce sale plafond Qui lui fait la chape de plomb
C'est pas un rêve Ah ça non C'est la vie vraie ce tréfonds Il fait pas le fier à affronter des yeux Même les amis Ce sale ton Faudrait qu'il crève Ce sale plafond Qui lui fait la chape de plomb
Qui saura, qui saura Comment le sortir de là Qui saura ? Il saura, il saura Comment se sortir de là Il saura
C'est pas un rêve Ah ça non C'est la vie vraie ce tréfonds Il fait pas le fier à affronter des yeux Même les amis Ce sale ton
Un jour, il se lève Et puis non Tout avait pris ce sale ton Déjà hier c'était monstrueux Tout avait pris ce sale ton Faudrait qu'il crève Ce sale plafond Qui lui fait la chape de plomb
(lyrics by Catherine Ringer)Les Rita Mitsouko - Andy (Extended Mix)sonicboy192023-07-02 | written by Catherine Ringer/Fred Chichin | produced by Tony Visconti & Les Rita Mitsouko | original version from the album The No Comprendo (1986) | lyrics:
Hey, Andy? Hé, Andy! C'est une copine à moi qui m'a dit que tu t'appelais Andy! Andy... Ça fait un moment que je te suis. Andy! Hé, tu viens chez moi? Ou alors on va chez toi! Allez, Andy, quoi, Oh dis-moi oui! Chou Andy Dis-moi oui Andy Chou Andy Dis-moi oui Chéri Chou Andy Dis-moi oui Andy Wo wo Chou Chéri Dis-moi oui Andy Chou Andy Dis-lui oui Andy Dis-lui, dis-lui oui Andy Sois gentil Cette fois-ci Le temps se gâte Andy s'en soucie Andy attrappe Son parapluie Andy se gratte Le coin du sourcil C'est Andy Cap C'est bien lui Chou Andy Dis-moi oui Andy Chou Chéri Dis-moi oui Oh, oui Andy se hâte Andy se méfie Andy se tâte Est-ce qu'il a envie? Andy jette un œil à la fille Et sourit Andy est un garçon poli Andy se tâte Andy se méfie Andy se hâte Il rentre chez lui Andy a toujours évité les ennuis Andy se hâte Se méfie Chou!Joni Mitchell (ft The Band) - Shadows & Light / Furry Sings The Blues (Live 1976 Last Waltz Outtake)sonicboy192023-04-28 | all songs written by Joni Mitchell | Shadows and Light from the album The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1975) | Furry Sings The Blues from the album Hejira (1976) | live versions (2016 remasters) recorded in Nov 1976 with The Band + Neil Young; later released as part of The Band's concert film/documentary/album project The Last Waltz (1978) | visual is a bootlegged videotaped recording of unknown origin | resynced by sonicboy19 w/ 2016 audio remasters of The Last Waltz | live lyrics:
Every picture has its shadows And it has some source of light Blindness and sight The perils of benefactors The blessings of parasites Blindness and sight We are threatened by all things By the devil of cruelty Just as we're drawn to all things By the devil of delight Mythical devil of the ever-present laws Giving us our usual blindness and our occasional insight
Suntans in reservation dining rooms Pale miners in their lantern rays That's like night and day Look at these hostage smiles on your presidents You see freedom scribbled in the subway Isn't that like night, night and day We are threatened by all things By the god of cruelty Just as we're drawn to all things By the sweet god of delight Mythical god credited with all these things in the whole wide world Keeper of day and night
Critics of all expression Judges in black and white Saying this is wrong This is wrong and I'm gonna tell you what's right Compelled by prescribed standards By our backgrounds of our troubles and our ideals we all fight For wrong and right We're threatened by all things We are man of cruelty And we're drawn to all things Sweet sweet sweet man of delight Man who makes these laws same man who's gonna go along and break those laws Wrong and right Blindness and sight Sun and the moon and day and night Day and night
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar boarded up now And Egles the Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played That I could really feel
"I got a woman on Monday she shines my shoes I got a woman on Tuesday give me nothing but the blues Old Furry's got nobody..."
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent staring at her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter ghosts history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and says "I don't like you!" Everybody laughs like it's the old guy's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
W. C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fey And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true blue When he's fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Furry sings the blues
November skies Reflect the saddest eyes Blue, white and grey The clouds, the clouds in my coffee New York you're fine But New York couldn't make us happy
But California, California... Make us happy...
December's highs Let's drink and drink and drown Disintegrate Bad words, bad thoughts disappear with the rain New York you're fine But New York couldn't make us happy
But California, California... Make us happy...
The Last One Standing
Merging the way That we did yesterday, wrong direction The traffic we'll know The traffic is slow, and thoughtless The wheel it is still, on the concrete and green, way home And it is alone A division unknown, a split decision Climbing the floors and I'm not running Through revolving doors and you're not driving The barrier stands between your hands and me Sorry
You said I made You said, you said I made a bad decision Said I made a mistake Fatal without recognition But how would I know Know of the consequence, had I first seen Back issue of Fate How California hates Had I not been Closing the doors and I am running Past video stores and you are driving A battery stands between your hands and me Sorry
You have got to be the last one standing...
Sargasso Sea
Beautiful friend Swimming to shore To the island we made Stretched over sand Through Sargasso Sea Ruled by your heart Off with our heads Still holding hands Beyond the line Out of the frame Beautiful friend Spirits remain
Time's Arrow
Delusion You can't count on time Like a snake It weaves its way around Some days high Some days low to the ground Time's arrow born with a bang
Time's arrow glides through your heart Time's arrow never looks back
Precision You try and pin down time A caesium fountain Replacing grains of sound Atomic clouds set clocks That track you down Time's arrow born with a bang
Time's arrow glides through your heart Time's arrow never looks back
Time's arrow born with a bang Time's arrow glides through your heartLes Rita Mitsouko - Live Munich 1994sonicboy192022-07-17 | A 45-minute German live-to-air broadcast segment of a 1994 concert in Munich. Additional audio mixing by sonicboy19. Tracks:
00:00 Intro 00:42 Y'a d'la Haine (Catherine Ringer/Fred Chichin) 05:40 Le Petit Train (Ringer/Chichin/Marc Fontenoy) 10:42 La Steppe (Ringer/Chichin) 15:46 Mandolino City (Ringer/Chichin/Jean-Baptiste Mondino) 18:54 My Love Is Bad (Ringer/Chichin) 24:15 Godfather of Soul (Ringer/Chichin) 27:57 Marcia Baïla (Ringer/Chichin) 35:13 Les Amants (Ringer/Chichin) 40:55 Andy (Ringer/Chichin)Les Rita Mitsouko - Les Vidéoclips (1986-2001)sonicboy192021-10-18 | videos from the DVD compilation Bestov (2001) | audio remastered by Chris Bellman from the collection Intégrale (2019) | A/V sync by sonicboy19 | videos:
00:00:00 Andy (1986 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Philippe Gauthier 00:05:06 Les Histoires d'A (1987 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Louis Coccar 00:09:12 C'est Comme Ça (1986 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Jean-Baptiste Mondino 00:15:35 Singing in the Shower (1988 Ron Mael/Russel Mael) dir. Tim Pope 00:19:55 Le Petit Train (1989 Ringer/Chichin/Fontenoy) dir. Jean Achache 00:25:42 Hip Kit (1990 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Hiroyuki Nakano 00:32:52 Les Amants (1994 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Jean-Baptiste Mondino 00:37:35 Y'a d'la Haine (1993 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Sébastien Chanterel 00:42:26 Cool Frénésie (2000 Ringer/Chichin) dir. Seb Caudron 00:46:02 Alors C'est Quoi (2000 Ringer/Chichin/Youth) dir. O Babinet & D RichardtCatherine Ringer (Les Rita Mitsouko) - Andy & Marcia Baïla (La Cigale 2008)sonicboy192021-10-11 | written by Catherine Ringer & Fred Chichin | Marcia Baïla from the album Rita Mitsouko (1984) | Andy from the album The No Comprendo (1986) | live from La Cigale, Paris (July 2008) | directed by Dominique Durand & Catherine RingerLes Rita Mitsouko - Jalousiesonicboy192021-08-17 | composed by Rita Mitsouko (Catherine Ringer/Fred Chichin) | all instruments performed by Catherine Ringer & Fred Chichin | vocals & lyrics by Catherine Ringer | produced by Conny Plank & Rita Mitsouko | recorded at Studio Mitsouko, Paris by Fred Chichin | from the album Rita Mitsouko (1984) | visual elements from the unfinished film The Witch's Cradle (1943) by Maya Deren | additional video editing by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
La jalousie Te crèvera le cœur Tu attends, tu guettes Tu épies, tu pleures À ta merci Tu voudrais voir Cette femme, cette pute Cette salope qui traîne À ta merci, tu voudrais avoir Cette femme, cette pute Cette salope chérie Merde à la fin Tu voudrais avoir Cette femme que t'aimes pour toi seul
À ton boulot Tu penses à elle Elle est ailleurs avec sa conne de mère Qui croit qu'elle est encore à elle Celle-là un de ces jours, je l'enculerai ! Elle croit qu'elle est le père de mon fils Sa sale gueule, sa laideur Me tournent le cœur Merde à la fin ! Je voudrais avoir Cette femme que j'aime pour moi seul
Chaque instant passé hors de ta portée te rend fou Tu ne peux penser à rien d'autre qu'à elle, à elle Si influençable Comment savoir si quelqu'un d'autre ne l'embrasse pas Maintenant n'est-elle pas juste en train de te trahir ?
La jalousie Te crèvera le cœur Tu attends, tu guettes Tu épies, tu pleures À ta merci Tu voudrais avoir Cette femme, cette pute Cette salope qui traîne À ta merci Tu voudrais avoir Cette femme, cette pute Cette salope chérie Merde à la fin ! Tu voudrais avoir Cette femme que tu aimes si fort
Maintenant n'est-elle pas juste en train de te trahir ? Est-elle encore à toi ?
If I give you sugar, will you give me something elusive and temporary? If I give you sugar, will you give me something elusive and temporary? We've got the signal to leave you alone And that's where we'll leave you And that's where we'll find you If I give you sugar, will you give me something elusive and temporary?Ladytron - Ghosts (Doctorin The Tron Mix)sonicboy192020-06-15 | Ghosts written by Ladytron | produced by Ladytron with Vicarious Bliss & Alessandro Cortini | from the album Velocifero (2008) | music video directed by Joseph Kahn | Doctorin' The Tardis written by Chapman/Chin/Glitter/Leander/Grainer/Drummond/Caulty | produced by The Timelords/KLF Communications | Ghosts (Doctorin' The Tron Mix) remixed by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
In the first days of the spring time Made you up and split from one thousand enemies Made a trail of a thousand tears Made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy
There's a ghost in me Who wants to say "I'm sorry" Doesn't mean I'm sorry
At the first hour of the springtime Made you up and split from one thousand enemies Now I see you from the corner Clock strikes and I know you will be drinking alone
There's a ghost in me Who wants to say "I'm sorry" Doesn't mean I'm sorry
There's a ghost in me Who wants to say "I'm sorry" Doesn't mean I'm…
Back from the window Everything's subtle Temporary sanctuary Look through the window Everything's subtle Tailored to fit But nothing's that simple
Gold, you will always come to me With the power of deception Gold won't ever comfort me The color of deception The color of deception
Move closer Subterfuge Illusion's there for all to see There's no one left to rescue me Glass and stone It cuts like a knife And gold won't ever comfort me
Gold, you will always come to me With the power of deception Gold won't ever comfort me The color of deception The color of deception
00:00 Nuit d'ivresse 04:04 Andy 10:37 Ailleurs (ft. Princess Erika) 14:36 Les Histoires D'a 18:50 Riche (ft. Doc Gynéco) 23:30 Marcia Baïla 29:44 Stupid Anyway 34:17 Les Amants 39:47 Les Consonnes 44:34 Y'a d'la Haine 49:14 La Tailles du Bambou 53:17 C'est Comme ÇaSonic Youth - Becuzsonicboy192020-03-03 | written by Sonic Youth | produced by Sonic Youth with John Siket | from the album Washing Machine (1995) | film footage by Maya Deren (Meditation On Violence–1948); Stan Brakhage (For Marilyn–1992) | additional video editing & remix by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
Wish I could change the way that you feel Standing with him, you feel more real Looking so sweet, with all your might Trusting in him to fully ignite Holding his hand like a brand new kite Blue eyes sparkle open alright Wish I could see the girl who'd fight Playing and laughing and trying to show it Running and fumbling and dying to know it Staring you down with her gaze, hold it Wish I could free you but I can't, don't blow it
Angel Gonna show it Blow it The devil Go and hold it Angel Gonna show it Blow it Blew it
Becuz of you, becuz of you...
Wish I could free you but I can't, don't blow it Wish I could free you but I can't, don't know it
These are my hands but what can they give me These are my eyes but they cannot see These are my arms but they don't know tenderness And I must confess that I am usually drawn to sadness And loneliness has never been a stranger to me
But love tried to welcome me But my soul drew back Guilty of lust and sin Love tried to take me in
These are my lips but they whisper sorrow This is my voice but it's telling lies I know how to laugh but I don't know happiness And I must confess, instead of spring it's always winter And my heart has always been a lonely hunter
But still, love tried to welcome me But my soul drew back I was covered with dust and sin Love tried to take me in Love tried to break me
And I must confess, instead of spring it's always winter And my heart has always been a lonely hunter
But still, love tried to welcome me But my soul drew back I was guilty of lust and sin Love tried to take me in
Love tried to welcome me But my soul drew back Covered with dust and sin Love tried to take me in Love tried to break me
Don't just stare Cuz she's not wearing underwear Oh how rude At least she got your attention square Don't you realize it's just her disguise Hey mom look, no more panty lines
Peekaboo Look into the mirror Now you see her Now you'll be her Pucker your lips Twirl your hair Pretend you're not there Pretend it ain't fair Little girl Playin' in the closet First comes walkin' Then comes stockings Peekaboo Look into the mirror She says, "who am I, Inside, outside."
Don't just stare Cuz she's not wearing underwear Oh how rude At least she's got your attention square Don't you realize it's just her disguise Hey mom look, no more panty lies
Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, "when you're older" must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, "take your time, it won't be long now Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down."
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams, and plenty Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
No tongue in the bell And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking, "That's no substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm warm body Loving your touch"
In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song
You've got to shake your fists at lightning now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you Show them you won't expire Not until you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night Jesus well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories conceal
Selling out Is not my thing Walk away I won't be broken again I'm not I'm not what you think Dream away your life Someone else's dream Nothing equals nothing
Letting go Is not my thing Walk away Won't let it happen again I'm not I'm not very smart Why should I feel sad For what I never had Nothing equals nothing
Turn to stone Lose my faith I'll be gone Before it happens
Selling out Is not my thing Walk away I won't be broken again I won't I won't fall apart Dream away your life Dream away your dream Nothing equals nothing
Turn to stone Lose my faith I'll be gone Before it happens
00:39 Pretty On The Inside (Hole) 02:09 Clouds (music: Hole/lyrics: Joni Mitchell) 06:15 Cinnamon Girl / Starbelly (Neil Young/Hole) 07:03 Garbadge Man (Hole) 10:30 Berry (Hole) 13:35 Phonebill Song (Love/Erlandson) 15:35 Retard Girl (Love) 20:00 Every Man (Hole) [an embryonic version of Mrs. Jones] 24:15 Dicknail (Love/Erlandson)Hole - Plumpsonicboy192019-09-27 | written by Courtney Love & Eric Erlandson | produced by Paul Q Kolderie & Sean Slade | from the album Live Through This (1994) | additional video post-production by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
He shakes his death rattle Spittle on his bib I don't do the dishes I throw them in the crib
I've eaten you I'm overfed Your milk's in my mouth It makes me sick
I've stumbled here Failed to make it mine They say I'm plump But I throw up all the time
I've eaten you I'm overfed Your milk's in my mouth It makes me sick
Do you fake it for me like I Do you fake it for me like I Do you fake it for me like I
My baby's in her arms Crawling up her legs Like a liar at a witch trial You look good for your age
I've eaten you I'm overfed Your milk's in my mouth It makes me sick
Here you come sucking my energy And you suck it up right off the street Babydoll Here you are sucking my energy right up Drill it in my good hole so that I can see You are so much bigger than me You are so much bigger than me in a Babydoll
My raw hand, my fever blister, watch me, watch me Watch me disappear Here she comes, her pants undone All waste and void, all waste and void
There you go in your Nazi car Oh babydoll, what a whore you are You sit around with your old rag How can I talk when you've got the gag? Here you come sucking my energy And you suck it up, baby, right off the street Babydoll In the dark I destroy What I began, what I destroy She's hanging in the blossom tree Babydoll just bleeds for me Babydoll
Babydoll, she's on the field Her chemical wedding, her chemical peel I knife me and I slash mine And I knife me and I slash mine
Sick and sorry me, well, here you are as ugly as me Drill it in my good hole so that I can see Drill it in my good hole so that I can see Here you come sucking my energy And you suck it up, baby, right off the street Babydoll She stares too long into the sun Now I want a cancer that the crooked eye spun for you I don't mind my energy 'Cause baby, you are so much bigger than me Babydoll
Little girl, she's on the floor She gets it all cause she's the whore Little girl, she's on the ground She gets it all for falling, falling down Falling down "I am, I am," she says "I am not free," she says "Help me, I am withering, withering, withering." Hang on, you'll get your soul It's a soul Hey it's a soul, it comes down See, see it's a soulSonic Youth - Beauty Lies in the Eyesonicboy192019-07-21 | written & produced by Sonic Youth | from the album Sister (1987) | video post-production by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
There's something in the air here Makes you go insane Brings you back to me It's been so long All's I have to do is live along It's coming, coming down over me Do you want to see the explosions in my eye? Do you want to see The reflection of how it used to be Beauty lies in the eyes of another's dream Beauty lies lost in another's dream It's coming, coming down over me Do you want to see the explosions in my eye? Do you want to see The reflection of how it used to be Hey baby Hey sweetheart Hey fox, come here Hey beautiful Come here sugarMadonna - Has To Besonicboy192019-07-01 | written by Madonna, William Orbit & Patrick Leonard | produced by Madonna & William Orbit | b-side from the single Ray Of Light (1998) | remix & additional video editing by sonicboy19 | outtakes from the music video Frozen directed by Chris Cunningham | lyrics:
Breathe in, breathe out I say a little prayer How the gods above Could be so unfair
I know there's someone out there Waiting for me There must be someone out there There just has to be
Go on, go on Don't sit there like a fool You've graduated from A different kind of school
I know there's someone out there Waiting for me There must be someone out there There just has to be
I should be glad that I'm alive It could have been much worse I might have never loved at all And never known what I am worth How the gods above Could be so unfair
I know there's someone out there Waiting for me There must be someone out there There just has to beMarnie - The Wind Breezes On / Sugarlandsonicboy192019-06-16 | The Wind Breezes On written by Helen Marnie, Mira Aroyo & Daniel Hunt | Sugarland written by Helen Marnie & Daniel Hunt | produced by Daniel Hunt | from the album Crystal World (2013) | visuals adapted from the short film At Land (1944) written & directed by Maya Deren, featuring Maya Deren | additional a/v post-production/editing by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
The Wind Breezes On
Well I got a secret He told me it was sacred Kick off your shoes and lay back Today's not the day to show the cracks Lift your head up, hold it now Remember what the others say Fear of the future's much too loud What's there for you won't go running away The wind breezes on Like thoughts I can rely on The birds sing their song While I figure out where I went wrong I heard the others say And watched them with their worry Then turned and walked away The wind it breezes on I'll hold my breath so tightly And run till it's OK
Sugarland
Do you ever hold the flame? Leave a light on Will we recall their names? Leave a light on Deserter frequencies There's no escape Did we forget about fatality? Where the wheels keep turning In sugarland We've lost control in all this urgency And the fires keep burning In sugarland Our voyeurism won't ever set us free A state emergency, not for you or me Did we forget about fatality? Where the wheels keep turning In sugarland We've lost control in all this urgency And the fires keep burning In sugarland Come to me Why won't you come to me In sugarlandTori Amos - Suede (Live In-Studio 1999)sonicboy192019-05-27 | written & produced by Tori Amos | from the album To Venus And Back (1999) | lyrics:
suede. you always felt like suede. there are days I feel your twin. peekaboo. hiding underneath your skin. jets. are revving yes revving from a central source and this. has power over me. not because you feel something or don't feel something for me but because. mass. so big. it can swallow swallow her whole star intact.
call me 'evil' call me 'tide is on your side' anything that you want. anybody knows you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon. boy. and if you keep your silence silencer on you'll talk yourself right into a job. out of a hole. into my bayou.
suede. I'm sure that you've been briefed my absorbtion lines. they are frayed and I fear. my fear is greater than my faith but I walk. the missionary way. you always felt like suede. there are days I am your twin. peekaboo. hiding underneath your skin. jets. are revving yes revving from an ether twist.
call me 'evil' call me 'tide is on your side' anything that you want. anybody knows you can conjure anything by the dark of the moon. boy. and if you keep your silence silencer on you'll talk yourself right into a job. out of a hole. into my bayou.
suede. you'll forgive me one day.
suede.Joni Mitchell - Harrys House/Centerpiecesonicboy192019-04-14 | written & produced by Joni Mitchell | from the album The Hissing Of Summer Lawns (1975) | contains elements of Centerpiece written by Jon Hendricks & Harry Edison (1958) | film clips from American Look (1958; public domain) | additional a/v post-production & editing by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
Heatwaves on the runway As the wheels set down He takes his baggage off the carousel He takes a taxi into town Yellow schools of taxi fishes Jonah in a ticking whale Caught up at the light in the fishnet windows Of Bloomingdale's Watching those high fashion girls Skinny black models with raven curls Beauty parlor blondes with credit card eyes Looking for the chic and the fancy to buy
He opens up his suitcase In the continental suite And people twenty stories down Colored currents in the street A helicopter lands on the Pan Am roof Like a dragonfly on a tomb And business men in button downs Press into conference rooms Battalions of paper minded males Talking commodities and sales While at home their paper wives And paper kids Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen Climbing ivy for the bath She is lost in House and Gardens He's caught up in Chief of Staff He drifts off into the memory Of the way she looked in school With her body oiled and shining At the public swimming pool ...
... Shining hair and shining skin Shining as she reeled him in To tell him like she did today Just what he could do with Harry's House And Harry's take home pay
Out of the fire like Catholic saints Comes Scarlett and her deep complaint Mimicking tenderness she sees In sentimental movies A celluloid rider comes to town Cinematic lovers sway Plantations and sweeping ballroom gowns Take her breath away
Out in the wind in crinolines Chasing the ghosts of Gable and Flynn Through stand-in boys and extra players Magnolias hopeful in her auburn hair She comes from a school of southern charm She likes to have things her way Any man in the world holding out his arm Would soon be made to pay
Friends have told her 'not so proud' Neighbors trying to sleep and yelling 'not so loud' Lovers in anger 'Block of Ice' Harder and harder just to be nice Given in the night to dark dreams From the dark things she feels She covers her eyes in the x-rated scenes Running from the reels
Beauty and madness to be praised 'Cause it is not easy to be brave To walk around in so much need To carry the weight of all that greed Dressed in stolen clothes she stands Cast iron and frail With her impossibly gentle hands And her blood-red fingernails
Out of the fire and still smoldering She says "A woman must have everything" Shades of Scarlett Conquering She says "A woman must have everything"
If your memory serves you well We were going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will come to you With another tale to tell But you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well
Wheel's on fire, rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode
If your memory serves you well I was going to confiscate your lace And wrap it up in a sailor's knot And hide it in your case If I knew for sure that it was yours But it was oh so hard to tell And you know that we shall meet again If your memory serves you well
Wheel's on fire, rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode
If your memory serves you well You'll remember that you're the one That called on me to call on them To get your favours done And after every plan had failed And there was nothing more to tell And you knew that we would meet again If your memory served you well
This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road Best notify my next of kin This wheel shall explode
No regrets Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver no no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we turned into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing I know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take no He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town He went running thru the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes He had those same eyes just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play No regrets Coyote I'll just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too far from the Bay of Fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides Are spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand and fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame You put here in this Eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free free way
Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right In flames our prophet witches Be polite A room full of glasses He says "Your notches, liberation doll" And he chains me with that serpent To that Ethiopian wall
Anima rising Queen of Queens Wash my guilt of Eden Wash and balance me Anima rising Uprising in me tonight She's a vengeful little goddess With an ancient crown to fight
Truth goes up in vapors The steeples lean Winds of change patriarchs Snug in your bible belt dreams God goes up the chimney Like childhood Santa Claus The good slaves love the good book A rebel loves a cause
I'm leaving on the 1:15 You're darn right Since I was seventeen I've had no one over me He says "Anima rising So what Petrified wood process Tall timber down to rock"
Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right He says "We walked on the moon You be polite" Don't let up the sorrow Death and birth and death and birth He says "Bring that bottle kindly And I'll pad your purse I've got a head full of quandary And a mighty mighty thirst"
Seventeen glasses Rhine wine Milk of the Madonna Clandestine He don't let up the sorrow He lies and he cheats It takes a heart like Mary's these days When your man gets weak
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make?
It's funny I spent my whole life Wanting to be talked about I did it Just about everything To see my name in lights Was it all worth it? And how did I earn it? Nobody's perfect I guess I deserved it
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? Nothing lasts forever Does this get any better? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone? Does it make a difference? Will any of this matter?
It's funny How everybody mentions my name But they're never very nice I took it Just about everything Except my own advice Was it all worth it? How did I earn it? Nobody's perfect I guess I deserve this
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? Nothing lasts forever Does this get any better? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone? Does it make a difference? Will any of this matter?
How high? Does it make a difference? Nothing lasts forever Does this get any better? Should I? Will it matter when I'm gone? Does it make a difference? Will any of this matter?
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone?
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? Nothing lasts forever. Does this get any better? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone? Does it make a difference? Will any of this matter?
How high are the stakes? Does it make a difference? Nothing lasts forever Does this get any better? Should I? Will it matter when I'm gone? Does it make a difference? Will any of this matter?
How high are the stakes? How much fortune can you make? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone?
How high? Does it make a difference? How much fortune can you make? Should I carry on? Will it matter when I'm gone?
How high are the stakes?Hole - Over The Edgesonicboy192018-10-07 | from the tribute album 8 Songs For Greg Sage & the Wipers (1992) | written by Greg Sage | produced by Hole | engineered by Brian Foxworthy | additional a/v post-production by sonicboy19Madonna - Iconic (Sonicboys Hybrid Demo Mix)sonicboy192018-07-08 | featuring Chance The Rapper & Mike Tyson | original version from the album Rebel Heart (2015) | video directed by Steven Klein | additional video editing & remix by sonicboy19 for todayinmadonnahistory.comSonic Youth - I Dreamed I Dream (Extended)sonicboy192018-04-23 | written & produced by Sonic Youth (Kim Gordon/Lee Ranaldo/Richard Edson/Thurston Moore) | from the ep Sonic Youth (1982) | footage from the films Koyaanisqatsi (1982) & Naqoyqatsi (2002) by Godfrey Reggio | a/v post-production & remix by sonicboy19 | lyrics:
Look before you leap, okay? Do you read me? May all your dreams come true He's standing by the door He's got something in his hands All the money's gone All the money's gone The days we spend go on and on Shift Fucking youth Working youth May all your dreams come true A lot of people suffer From impotence All the money's gone The days we spend go on and on Fucking youth Working youth Fucking youth Working youth Fucking youth Working youth Do you read me?Bananarama vs The Velvelettes - Really Saying Something (Sonicboys Mashup Mix)sonicboy192017-12-17 | also featuring Fun Boy Three | remix by sonicboy19Madonna - Im Addicted (Sonicboys MDNA Mashup Mix)sonicboy192017-09-30 | written & produced by Madonna, Benny Benassi & Alle Benassi | from the album MDNA (2012) | video post-production & remix by sonicboy19 for todayinmadonnahistory.comEurythmics - Ministry Of Love (Extended)sonicboy192017-08-27 | written by Annie Lennox & Dave Stewart | produced by Dave Stewart | from the soundtrack album 1984 (For The Love Of Big Brother) | video footage from the short films Lovesong by Stan Brakhage & 23rd Psalm Branch Pt 1 by Stan Brakhage | superimposed & edited by sonicboy19Eurythmics - Juliasonicboy192017-07-30 | written by Annie Lennox & Dave Stewart | produced by Dave Stewart | from the soundtrack album 1984 (For The Love Of Big Brother) | video directed by Chris AshbrookGarbage - Battle In Me (Live In-Studio 2013)sonicboy192017-07-18 | written & produced by Garbage | from the album Not Your Kind Of People (2012) |
Look at you An accident of drinking What a mess A train wreck of lipstick What a joke, but do you hear me laughing? Get out my face, before I lose my patience Now me and you, let's cut this party Little boy, it takes a lot to shake me So shake it
It's the battle in me It's the battle in you
It's a bloody war of attrition Let's see which one of us is going to last the night 'Cause I have all of my wits about me And I'll be damned if I'm done White rabbit plays right when the room starts spinning Make it hard, I want something to happen So make it happen!
It's the battle in me It's the battle in you
Let's take a torch To the past and the future And let's make out I won't tell your girlfriend See how it feels with a passion burning We'll be damned when we're done
Shake it, shake it Shake it off
'Cause it's the battle in me It's the battle in you
Shake it, shake it Shake it offGarbage - Push It (Live In-Studio 1998)sonicboy192017-07-17 | written & produced by Garbage | from the album Version 2.0 (1998) | additional audio mixing by sonicboy19Garbage - I Think Im Paranoid (Live In-Studio 1999)sonicboy192017-07-08 | written & produced by Garbage | from the album Version 2.0 | additional audio mixing by sonicboy19Madonna - Over And Over (Live 1985)sonicboy192017-07-01 | written by Madonna & Stephen Bray | live version produced by Madonna & Patrick Leonard | from The Virgin Tour (1985) | directed by Danny Kleinman | additional audio mixing by sonicboy19 for todayinmadonnahistory.com |
Hurry up, I just can't wait I gotta do it now I can't be late I know I'm not afraid I gotta get out the door If I don't do it now I won't get anymore You try to criticize my drive If I lose I don't feel paralyzed It's not the game it's how you play And if I fall I get up again now
I get up again Over and over
Got past my first mistake I'll only give as much as I can take You're never gonna see me standing still I'm never gonna stop till I get my fill It doesn't matter who you are It's what you do that takes you far And if at first you don't succeed Here's some advice that you should heed
You get up again Over and over
I'm not afraid to say I hear a different beat And I'll go out in the street And I will shout it again From the highest mountain
Hurry up!
Hurry up, I just can't wait I gotta do it now I can't be late I know I'm not afraid I gotta get out the door If I don't do it now I won't get any more You try to criticize my drive If I lose I don't feel paralyzed It's not the game it's how you play And if I fall I get up again now
I get up again Over and over
I'm not afraid to say I hear a different beat And I'll go out in the street, yeah! And I will shout it again From the highest mountain