September 21, 2012
Don’t Drink Poison-Le Tigre

Don’t Drink Poison-Le Tigre

September 21, 2012
Meds-Placebo

Meds-Placebo

May 18, 2011
"This Is Hardcore" You are hardcore, you make me hard. You name the drama and I’ll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now. Oh can’t you see I’m ready now.I’ve seen all the pictures, I’ve studied them forever. I wanna make a movie so let’s star in ittogether. Don’t make a move ‘til I say, “Action.” Oh, here comes the Hardcore life. Put your money where your mouth is tonight.Leave your make-up on & I’ll leave on the light.Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now. It’s gonna be one hell of a night. You can’t be a spectator. Oh no. You got to take these dreams & make them whole. Oh this is Hardcore - there is no way back for you.Oh this is Hardcore -this is me on top of you &I can’t believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long. This is the eye of the storm.It’s what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. Yeah. This is the end of the line.I’ve seen the storyline played out so many times before. Oh that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. Then that goes in there. & then it’s over. Oh, what a hell of a show but what I want to know: what exactly do you do for an encore? ‘Cos this is Hardcore
This is the first version of my tribute to my favorite band Pulp!

"This Is Hardcore" 

You are hardcore, you make me hard. 
You name the drama and I’ll play the part. 
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. 
I like your get up if you know what I mean. 
I want it bad. I want it now. 
Oh can’t you see I’m ready now.
I’ve seen all the pictures, 
I’ve studied them forever. 
I wanna make a movie so let’s star in it
together. 
Don’t make a move ‘til I say, “Action.” 
Oh, here comes the Hardcore life. 
Put your money where your mouth is tonight.
Leave your make-up on & I’ll leave on the light.
Come over here babe & talk in the mic. Oh yeah I hear you now. 
It’s gonna be one hell of a night. 
You can’t be a spectator. Oh no. 
You got to take these dreams & make them whole. 
Oh this is Hardcore - 
there is no way back for you.
Oh this is Hardcore -
this is me on top of you &
I can’t believe that it took me this long. That it took me this long. 

This is the eye of the storm.
It’s what men in stained raincoats pay for but in here it is pure. 
Yeah. This is the end of the line.
I’ve seen the storyline played out so many times before. 
Oh that goes in there. 
Then that goes in there. 
Then that goes in there. 
Then that goes in there. & then it’s over. Oh, what a hell of a show 
but what I want to know: 
what exactly do you do for an encore? ‘Cos this is Hardcore

This is the first version of my tribute to my favorite band Pulp!

August 2, 2010
To be someone must be a wonderful thingA famous footballer a rock singeror a big film star, yes I think I would like thatTo be rich and have lots of fanshave lots of girls to prove that I’m a manAnd be No. 1 - and liked by everyoneGetting drugged up with my trendy friendsThey really dig me, man, and I dig themAnd the bread I spend - is like my fame - it’s quickly diminishedAnd there’s no more swimming in a guitar shaped poolno more reporters at my beck and callno more cocaine it’s only ground chalkno more taxis now we’ll have to walkBut didn’t we have a nice time -didn’t we have a nice timeOh wasn’t it such a fine timeI realize I should have stuck to my gunsinstead shit out to be one of the bastard sonsand lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it’s cost me a lotAnd there’s no more drinking when the club shuts down,I’m out on my arse with the rest of the clownsIt’s really frightening without a bodyguardso I stay confined to my lonely room

TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN’T WE HAVE A NICE TIME)

To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
or a big film star, yes I think I would like that
To be rich and have lots of fans
have lots of girls to prove that I’m a man
And be No. 1 - and liked by everyone

Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me, man, and I dig them
And the bread I spend - is like my fame - it’s quickly diminished

And there’s no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
no more reporters at my beck and call
no more cocaine it’s only ground chalk
no more taxis now we’ll have to walk

But didn’t we have a nice time -
didn’t we have a nice time
Oh wasn’t it such a fine time

I realize I should have stuck to my guns
instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
and lose myself - I know it was wrong - but it’s cost me a lot

And there’s no more drinking when the club shuts down,
I’m out on my arse with the rest of the clowns
It’s really frightening without a bodyguard
so I stay confined to my lonely room

TO BE SOMEONE (DIDN’T WE HAVE A NICE TIME)

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