You Won't - "Three Car Garage"

http://youwont.bandcamp.com/track/three-car-garage

The Who - "My Generation"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=594WLzzb3JI

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)


This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Blaze Foley - "Clay Pigeons"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KB_2CUj3y6Y

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet.
And get along with it all.
Go down where the people say "y'all",

Sing a song with a friend.
Change the shape that I'm in,
And get back in the game,
And start playin' again.

I'd like to stay,
But I might have to go to start over again.
Might go back down to Texas,
Might go to somewhere that I've never been,
And get up in the mornin,'
And go out at night.

And I won't have to go home,
Get used to bein' alone.
Change the words to this song.
Start singin' again.

I'm tired of runnin' 'round,
Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know.
I could build me a castle of memories,
Just to have somewhere to go.
Count the days and the nights,
That it takes to get back in the saddle again.

Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station,
Gonna get a ticket to ride.
Gonna find that lady with two or three kids,
And sit down by her side.
Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me,
'Bout two or three times.
Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat,
Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet,
And get along with it all.

Go down where the people say "y'all,"
Feed the pigeons some clay.
Turn the night into day,
Start talkin' again,
When I know what to say.

Bright Eyes - "Road To Joy"

The sun came up with no conclusion.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.

I have my drugs, I have my woman.
They keep away my loneliness.
My parents they have their religion,
But sleep in separate houses.

I read the body count out of the paper,
And now it's written all over my face.
No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter,
Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.

So I'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing,
Everyday I'm on the clock.
My mind races with all my longings,
But can't keep up with what I got.

So I hope I don't sound too ungrateful,
What history gave modern man.
A telephone to talk to strangers,
Machine guns and a camera lens.

So when you're asked to fight a war that's over nothing,
It's best to join the side that's gonna win,
And no one's sure how all of this got started,
But we're gonna make them goddam certain how its gonna end!
Oh ya we will, oh ya we will!

Well, I could have been a famous singer,
If I had someone else's voice,
But failure's always sounded better,
Let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!

The sun came up with no conclusion.
Flowers sleeping in their beds.
This city's cemetery's humming,
I'm wide-awake, it's morning.

K T Tunstall - "Black Horse and The Cherry Tree"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYEU91d8ngc

Two, three, four

Well my heart knows me better than I know myself,
So I'm gonna let it do all the talking.
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere,
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.

I felt a little fear upon my back,
He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking."
When the big black horse said, "Hey lady!"
{When the big black horse said, "Look this way"}
Said, "Look this way, will you marry me?"
{Said, "Hey, lady, will you marry me?"}

But I said no, no, no, no-no-no.
I said no, no, you're not the one for me.
No, no, no, no-no-no.
I said no, no, you're not the one for me.

And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,
So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.
But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,
And it won't forgive me after all these years.

So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere,
With a big black horse and a cherry tree.
Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy,
And now I've got a hole for the world to see.

And it said no, no, no, no-no-no.
Said no, no, you're not the one for me.
No, no, no, no-no-no-no.
Said no, no, you're not the one for me.

{Not the one for me}

Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
You're not the one for me.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You're not the one for me.

(do, do, do, do)

Well I was,
Big black horse and a cherry tree,
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
Big black horse and a cherry tree.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
No, no, no, no.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
No, no, no, no.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.
(Big black horse and a cherry tree).
I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me.

Kirsty McColl - "Belle Of Belfast City" (Mo Rùn Gheal Dìleas)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZMjDfTeoQw&feature=related

Chorus
Tell my ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair and they stole my comb
But that's alright 'til I go home.

She is handsome she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast City
She is courting 1, 2, 3,
Pray won't you tell me who is she?

chorus

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and ring the bell
Saying, oh my true love, are you well?

Out she comes, white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Johnny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye

Chorus

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'til she comes home
Let them come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus

Let the wind and rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by

When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma 'til she comes home
Let them come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.

Chorus


Chorus


Chorus

Tell me, tell me, tell me who is she?

Tell me, tell me, tell me who is she?

Tell me, tell me, tell me who is she?

Tell me, tell me, tell me who is she?

The Mountain Goats - "Your Belgian Things"

Artwork by Adam Norwood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=US&v=YanY-gzPhZI

The men were here to get your Belgian things,
They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar.
There's guys in bio-hazard suits;
Mud kicking on their rubber boots.
They've come to keep your pretty things from danger.

The men were here to get your Belgian things,
They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs.
I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures,
My camera groans beneath the weight it bears.

I can see you in my sleep,
Playing the points for all you're worth,
Walking gingerly across, the bruised earth.

The men were here to get your Belgian things,
They waltzed right through the door and went fluorescent.
Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars,
Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent.

The arteries are clogging in the mainframe,
There's too much information in the pipes.
I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom,
A tiger's never gonna change its stripes,
I guess.
I guess, but Jesus what a mess!
One way in, no way out.

The men were here to get your Belgian things,
And only I was here to see them do it.
I wish you had a number where you are,
It's hard with no one here to help me through it.
I can see you in my sleep,
Playing the points for all you're worth.
Walking gingerly across, the bruised earth.