10/13/02-Three way tie. Konsantine, Punk Rock Princess, and Walking By, all by Something Corporate
"Punk Rock Princess"
Maybe when the room is empty,
maybe when this bottle's full,
maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in.
Maybe when I'm done with thinking
maybe you can think me whole
maybe when I'm done with endings this can begin.
This can begin
This can begin
If you could be my punk rock princess,
I would be your garage band king.
You could tell my why you just don't fit in, and how your gonna be somethin'
Maybe when your hair gets darker
maybe when your eyes get wide
maybe when the walls are smaller there will be more space.
Maybe when I'm not so tired
maybe you can step inside
maybe when I look for things that I can't replace
I can't replace
I can't replace
you could be my punk rock princess
I would be your garage band king
You could tell my why you just don't fit in, and how your gonna be somethin'
If I could be your first real heartache I would do it all over again.
If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your heroin.
I never thought you'd last
I never dreamed you would.
You watched your life go past
you wonder if you should ...
If you should be my punk rock princess so I would be your garage band king
you could tell my why you just don't fit in, and how your gonna be something.
If I could be your first real heartache, I would do it over again.
If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your heroin.
Whoa Ohhhh, you know, you only burn my bridges
Whoa Ohhhh, you know, you just can't let it sink it.
You could be my heroin
You could be my heroin
"Konstantine"
I can’t imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen
But I’m slipping in between
You and your big dreams
It’s always you
In my big dreams
And you tell me, that it's over
But I can't stand, you're in a patch of four leaf-clovers
And you’re restless
And I’m naked
You gotta get out, you can’t stand to see me shakin
No
Could you let me go?
And you don’t wanna be here in the future
So you see the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past
And you don’t wanna look much closer
Cuz you’re afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky
By now had.. crashed
And it did, because of me
And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you’re alone, no
And I’m sleeping in your living room
We don’t have much room
To live.
And I had dreams
That I would learn to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rock star
And there was hope in me that I could take you there
Damnit you're so young
But I don’t think I care
And if I hurt you
Then I’m sorry
It's just this guilt has got the best of me
And then you’d bring me home
Cuz we both know what it’s like to be alone, no
And I’m dreaming in your living room
And we don’t have much room
To live.
And Konstantine is coming down the stairs
Doesn’t she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I been thinking
What I been thinking, no
That she's been drinking and it doesn’t get me anywhere.
And Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that I could do was touch her long, blonde hair
And I was thinkin
What I was thinkin, you know
But we've been drinkin and it doesn't get me anywhere
This is because I can spell confusion with a K
It's hard to like it
It's to dying in another's arms
And why I had to try it
It’s to Jimmy Eat World
And those nights in my car
But this time I'm alone
And I don't see those stars
I’m not your star
Isn’t that what you said
What you thought this song meant?
You thought this song meant..
And if this is what it takes
To lye in my mistakes
And live with what I did to you
All the things I put you through
I always catch the clock, it's 11:11
And now you wanna talk
It’s not hard to dream,
You’ll always be my Konstantine
They’ll never hurt you like I do
No, they’ll never hurt you like I do
No no no no no no no no no
This is to a girl who got into my head with all these pretty things she did
Hey, baby you know, that you keep me up in bed
It's to a girl who got into my head with all these fucked up things I did
Hey, maybe, baby you could keep me up in my bed
My Konstantine
Spin around me like a dream
We played out on this movie screen
And I said, did you know I missed you
Did you know I've missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
God I miss you.
And then you'd bring me home
And we'll go to sleep, this time not alone, no no
And you’ll kiss me in your living room
And you see, no that I've been missing in my living room
Cause it's all you
Yeh this is what I miss, what I miss
We don't have much room
I said does anybody really need that room?
Cause we all need a little bit of room
To live
My Konstantine
"Walking By"
Your granddad left home for the circus
He was young just like me, with hope to explore
He married a girl in Virginia
She could swing the trapeze; they could sleep on the floor
Your mother was born in December
On the one sunny day
That winter gave up
With warm summer eyes
That flickered like fireflies
And she stared at the world
So why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes
And why do you look when you've already found it?
And what did you find that would leave you walking by?
She was raised in a New England village
Then she moved to LA with a firefly stare
And you loved sunset strip when it sparkled,
You grew up and you sparkled; but why don't you care?
And why do you leave these stories unfinished?
My cheshire cat doorstop with tears in your eyes?
And why do you look when you've already found me?
And what did you find that could leave you walking by?
And these nights I get high just from breathing
And I lie here with you, I'm sure that I'm real
Like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day but thats not how you feel
So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone
My cheshire cat doorstop with fear in your smile
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
And what did I do that you can't seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
And where can I go that your pictures won't haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
Walking by
Walking by
10/12/02-Story Goes Wrong-Matt Caplan
When I sing out the song of your life
I'll try not to wake the neighbors
Try not to delve too far
In the chapters unwritten and dark
And I'll skim through the pages and see
Where I was not your brother
Where I was not a friend(?)
Where I had no other choice
And it's hard when I'm away
Oh we grow up much too fast
Should have tried, could have stayed, should have saved the worst for last
But the darker the fable, the less I was able to lie
That's my story
No, I'll never endeavor to silence or sever the tie
When the story goes wrong
Well when we all come together we see
How we're not quite a family
How we're not quite prepared
For the challenges, changes in our lives
And we'll spend all this time in the past with
memories of the better
Memories left behind
And we reach for a rational spot
And it's hard when I'm away
Oh we grow up much too fast
Should have tried, should have stayed, should have saved the worst for last
But the darker the fable, the less I was able to lie
That's my story
I'll never endeavor to silence or sever the tie
When the story goes wrong
When the story goes wrong
Oh-oh-ohh oh-ohh
Don't you ever let down, you stay through(?) anything at all(???)
Don't you ever wonder why none of us left(?) excited to crawl?
Ohhhh
That's my story and I'll never endeavor to silence or sever the tie
When the story goes wrong
When the story goes wrong
Yeah the story goes wrong
Ohh-ho oh, ohh-ho oh ohh
10/11/02-It's NOT a Matt song today. Halloween from Rent.
MARK
(On the pay phone)
Hi. It's Mark Cohen. Is Alexi there?...No, don't bother her. Just tell her I'm
running a little late for our appointment...Yes, I'm still coming... Yes, I signed
the contract... Thanks
How did we get here?
How the hell
Pan left - close on the steeple of the church
How did I get here?
How the hell...
Christmas
Christmas Eve last year
How could a night so frozen be so scalding hot?
How can a morning this mild be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room floor of memory
When single frames from one magic night
Forever flicker in close-up
On the 3D Imax of my mind
That's poetic
That's pathetic
Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door
And Collins choose that phone booth
Back where Angel set up his drums
Why did Maureen's equipment break down
Why am I the witness
And when I capture it on film
Will it mean that it's the end
And I'm alone
10/10/02-I swear I'll have a non-Matt song on here someday... Today, it's On Your Way. And guess who it's by? You get 3 guesses and the last 2 don't count. And I'll give you a hint. His name starts with a M and ends in a -att.
All I wanted was to be rocked to my knees
But I could not see the forest for the trees
And all I saw inside the thing(?) behind your face
Was a sickness and a chill like an embrace
Breathe more into me I swear I know I'm bringing out the worst in you
You're throwing up your hands and not believing I can even speak or even understand
Breathe more into me I swear I know I don't know what I'm doing here but I am
Scratching the surface of these lies, I on your back, you on your way
All I did not want was to be left behind or to be punished for the workings of my mind.
But I saw when I extended both my arms
Was a stranger so seducing with her charms
Breathe more into me I swear I know I'm bringing out the worst in you
And you're throwing up your hands and not believing I can even speak or even understand
Breathe more into me I swear I know I don't know what I'm doing here but I am
Scratching the surface of these lies, I on your back, you on your way
But we never seem to get the things we ask for
'Till we stop demanding everything we know we just don't need
Oh, but I am sickened by the thought of losing everything
And all because I failed to fully realize my greed
I gotta breathe more into me I swear I know I'm bringing out the worst in you
You're throwing up your hands and not believing I can even speak or even understand
Ya gotta breathe more into me I swear I know I don't know what I'm doing here but I am
Scratching the surface of these lies, I on your back, you on your way
10/9/02-Honestly... This should be changed to the Matt Caplan Song of the Day... heheh...Today's is Virginia, which I have never heard, but I looove the lyrics.
She said she was a visionary,
We all knew she was quite full of herself
And we cast our shadows on the floor.
We expected her decision hours ago.
And now she's left alone to ask herself
What Virginia has to offer her.
Well we've got faded lives and color television.
And he said he was a father figure.
We all knew that he was quite the opposite of strength
And we cast our shadows on the floor.
We expected him to be here hours ago.
And now he's left alone to ask himself
What Virginia has to offer him.
Well we've got faded lives and color television
We are unclean and far from sober
All my life I've followed holy visions.
Virginia makes me nervous.
Oh so we walked along the edge of what we thought
would compensate for all the fears deep inside us.
Virginia makes me wonder if the life we lead is worth
the suffered reprecutions that we put ourselves through
Oh and now I'm thinking about rain again
and I'm trying to remember when
We were young enough
To fight the fever back with love
But now how'm I gonna fight it back
When they're bringing me under
So grey on the city that'll lead the play
And their consequences
Bring the fever back again
How'm I gonna bring it back
When it rams (?) me asunder
Bring the past up to par
He says leave me there to follow
Set me up, set me straight
Virginia far too stale to swallow
Well we've got faded lives and color television
We are unclean and far from sober
All my life I've followed holy visions.
Virginia makes me nervous.
Faded lives and color television...
10/7/02-Matt Caplan must have this amazing power to always have a song that I can relate to at any given time. Today it's a tie between Broken and The Prophet or the Profiteer, both by the fabulous Matt Caplan.
"Broken"
It's not that I am hiding on the roof or underneath your table
It's not that I am counting down from ten or playing hide and seek
It's not that I am thinking of the past and consequently feeling older
It's not like I'll inherit all the Earth if I destroy the meek
It's not that I am special
It's not that I'm indifferent
It's not that I'm cowardly or vain
It's not that I am angry
It's not that I'm violent
I don't objectify my pain
Oh, but I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you and I could show the world your song
Oh, I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you, 'cause I was broken all along
It's not that I am folding up this chair and folding up my insight
It's not that I respect you any less for giving someone more
Oh, it's not that I regret the things I've done or anything I've planned to
It's not like changing after we descend will justify before
It's not that I am stupid
It's not that I'm scheming
It's not that I'm searching for a sign
It's not that I am righteous
It's not that I'm unfeeling
I don't expect you to be mine
Oh, but I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you and I could show the world your song
Oh, I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you, 'cause I was broken all along
And the things you tell me don't mean a thing if you're not scared
And turning your back on me won't leave me weak or unprepared
Oh, but I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you and I could show the world your song
Oh, I could break you if I wanted to
Be cruel to you, 'cause I was broken all along
It's not like every devastating end brings a new beginning
"The Prophet or the Profiteer"
Gazing out my window
Trying to find a funny thing to say, even though I do this every day
Strike up a conversation
With the good and with the evil that I find
But that kind of shit can blow your mind
Hey you there in the mirror
Don't you know his anger comes rolling down like thunder?
Hey you there in the mirror
Don't you know the sadder is oftentimes the wiser?
And I should be boxing the devil but somehow I never seem to locate my gloves
And I'll bail whenever push comes to shove
Oh, and all the wrongs I don't right just to curb his hungry appetite
The question is clear
Will I be a prophet or a profiteer?
Now I'm gazing out my window, try to translate all the neon light
Into something I can read or write
But the words blur like mirages in the deserts of electric misery
And it will find my brain eventually
Hey you there in the mirror
Don’t you start that fire with me
Hey you there in the mirror
Don’t you know the answer is right around the corner?
And I should be boxing the devil but somehow I never seem to locate my gloves
And I'll bail whenever push comes to shove
Oh, and all the wrongs I don't right just to curb his hungry appetite
The question is clear
Will I be a prophet or a profiteer?
And the root of all that's evil grows deep within this land
Upon which stupidly I stand
Accepting all I'm fed, all these lies until I'm dead
'Till my ship comes rolling in, yes
And I should be boxing the devil but someone I never seem to locate my gloves
And I'll bail whenever push comes to shove
All the wrongs I don't right just to curb his hungry appetite
The question is clear
Will I be a prophet or a profiteer?
Prophet or a profiteer?
10/6/02-Stars by Kevin Wood
Little Dipper up high
How you shine so bright
Can you tell me from your skies
How you're so familiar to millions of eyes
Orion I see your belt
And your bow stretched tight
Can your arrow shoot far
And show me where you become a star
Stars up in the sky
How I yearn to shoot high
In your celestial galaxy
How I yearn to find me
Oh stars...
Cassiopeia
Can I ask you this
Is it all that it's cracked up to be
On your throne of celebrity?
(Chorus)
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have this wish I wish tonight
That I get a glimpse of what it's like to be bright
(Chorus)
10/5/02-Another tie, The Brillant Dance by Dashboard Confessional and Don't Beleive a Word from Rent (NYTW)
"The Brillant Dance"
So this is odd,
The painful realization that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
And nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover's clothes
And burned the letters lover wrote,
But it doesn't make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
In the hall WHERE you had your first kiss
Reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,
Our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
Where nobody leads at all,
Where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
And the ringing from this empty sound
Is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
And thinking's just too much to ask
And you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
Well, this is incredible.
Starving, insatiable,
Yes, this is love for the first time.
And you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once
Before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.
"Don't Beleive A Word"
MARK
He says he'll meet us at the restaurant.
He says he wants to stay and
play his guitar,
he says he wants to be obsessed with art like me,
he says, he wants to re-develop the creative side of his brain,
he says, he doesn't need support groups.
ROGER
I say he'll bring his camera.
MARK
He says he doesn't know why I go when I'm not sick or queer.
ROGER
But it's to make a career!
MARK
He says he doesn't think that love is possible anymore.
ROGER
It's not!
ROGER & MARK
One day I'll/he'll fix that car she left me/him and fly.
MARK
I don't believe a word, I don't believe a word,
I don't believe a word he says
10/4/02- The Road Less Travelled by Matt Caplan
Spit it out, give it up
Tell me another depressing story
Here it comes, there it is
Gimme a reason to stay or I'll start packing my mind
And in the spirit of the Indians, jaded and faded,
I'll settle my score and I'll haunt all your dreams with my
Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Hey, na na, Heya
Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)
Take the time to drink from my well
'Cause I'm so exhausted, I can't even drink for myself
And I built a palace of purpose complete with a shrine
Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled has so many lines?
Turn around, let me see
How many promises I've forsaken
Never mind, let it be,
Isn't it funny how each new road leads straight to home
And in the spirit of my ancestors Gaelic and Godly,
I'll spit on my fear and I'll summon my tribe with my
Heya, na, na, Hey, na, na, Heya, na na, Heya
Heya, na na, Hey, na na, Heya (2x)
Take the time to answer the call
Or something far colder than winter may follow the fall
And a yellow brick road to salvation awaits the divine
Oh, but how come the road that's less travelled is where I find mine?
And with the ebbing and the flowing of the tide I'm washed ashore
And each sermon succeeding is stranger than
Before you take me, teach me to run from myself
Before you take me, let me take somebody else
Take the time to fall on your knees
'Cause my soul is a cell and I can't come and go as I please
And I paid my debt with my blood and my sweat and my time
Oh, but how come the road's that's less travelled is paved with my crime?
Heya, na na, Heya, na na, Heya (4x)
10/3/02-It's a tie... Goodbye by Matt Caplan and We Didn't Start the Fire by Billy Joel
"Goodbye"
And I feel them closing in
Civil war amidst the battle ground both armies found 22 years ago
But the blood they spill is mine
Spilling out like so much motor oil into my ocean
And into your ocean
Eyes to the sky
White flag raised high
Then I turn to find your light
Infinite in warmth and infinite in wisdom
I'm endlessly in search of a sign that's believable
But oh lord,
Save me from the fear, I'm blinded by the sight
But I'll find me when its light.
Now it's her and I alone
And we're still awake the greet the gray when
Saturday slips slowly into the past
Are we wise beyond our years or just old before our time?
And does she see it?
I think she sees it
Where did she go?
What don't I know?
Then I turn to find her eyes
Infinite in beauty, infinite in pain
And so wise,
And endlessly in search of a love that is tangible
But oh lord,
Save her from the fear I think she's deafened by the fight
But I only said good night...
Well it doesn't take any more than you got
I know I know you know you know
Your own mind now
Doesn't take any more than I have
You know you know I know I know my own heart now
Infinite in light...
And we are endlessly in search of an ending that's feasible
But oh lord,
Why the urgent aching, why the urge to cry?
Can I muster up goodbye?
"We Didn't Start the Fire"
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe Dimaggio
Joe Mccarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye"
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Macciano, Liberace, Santayana Goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, "Rock Around the Clock"
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Krushchev
Princess Grace, "Peyton Place", Trouble in the Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Chou En-Lai, "Bridge on the River Kwai"
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California Baseball
Starkweather Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, "Ben Hur", Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U-2, Synghman Rhee, Payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, "Psycho", Belgians in the Congo
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs Invasion
"Lawrence of Arabia", British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston Beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician Sex
JFK, blown away, what else do i have to say
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, Punk Rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
"Wheel of Fortune", Sally Ride, Heavy Metal, Suicide
Foreign Debts, Homeless Vets, AIDS, Crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shore, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller Cola Wars, i can't take it anymore
We didn't start the fire,
It was always burnin',
Since the world's been turnin'
We didn't start the fire,
But when we are gone
Will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't...
I Don't like it here...