Arkells’ “John Lennon”

I haven’t been able to find lyrics for the Arkells’ song “John Lennon” anywhere on the Interweb, so I made an attempt to transcribe the lyrics. If you can figure out the parts I’ve missed, or if you have a correction, please let me know, because I’m currently obsessed with this bouncy tune and I’d love to sing along. In the privacy of my own room, of course.

You can listen to “John Lennon” for free at CBC Radio 3’s New Music Canada, and you can find more Arkells music on iTunes, at CBC Radio 3, or at MySpace Music.

Head on the wall and my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it’s not an act, this time I swear it’s fact
Now I ramble on about that girl who’s gone
And I tried teaching her guitar, now she’s standing at the bar
She tells me her favorite song and I say, Yeah, that’s a good one
She says it follows her around, no shit, it’s by The Beatles

I’m so lost and I live just around the corner
Well, here’s a thought, yeah, (_ we’re _ out the _ ?)
And I’m John Lennon in ‘67, I’m John Lennon in ‘67
I’m John Lennon in ‘67, I’m John Lennon in ‘67

I was in love again and the good (red wants to jam instead ?)
Morgan’s hearing none of it, she says we’re doing it again
The neighborhood’s up in arms, they’re trying to shut down all the bars
When everyone’s a private eye, they’re hiding in the bushes every night
The cops square off in the street, the dogs go through the garbage
You won’t stay for the night tonight, well, I know all about the tonic, honey

I’m so lost and I live just around the corner
Well, here’s a thought, yeah, (_ we’re _ out the _ ?)
And I’m John Lennon in ‘67, I’m John Lennon in ‘67
I’m John Lennon in ‘67, I’m John Lennon in ‘67

Head on the wall, my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it’s not an act

Posted in Lyrics, Music | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Look at what academia taught me!

Verbosity

Posted in Academics | Tagged | Leave a comment

An enduring battle

Society’s estimation of my success or failure is not the same as my success or failure.

I’m 80% sure of that, which is an improvement.

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Hexes & Ohs’ “H-H-Highschool”

This song by Canadian indie band Hexes & Ohs, a self-described Montréal electro-pop duo, is my current obsession. There’s something cute and romantic about the video that I didn’t originally get from just the song itself. I don’t know how I feel about the difference.

In any case, I’m glad I’m not the same old skinny kid from high school.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

You really want it, don’t you?
You really want it, don’t you?
Feel it all over, all over again
Bound to keel over, like lovers we lay

Your mouth is all dried up
Your tongue is all tied up
Feel it over, all over again
About to keel over, like lovers we lay

You don’t, cuz you won’t, so you don’t, so you can’t
You don’t, cuz you won’t, so you don’t, so you can’t
Nothing has changed
The same old skinny kid from high school

You don’t, cuz you won’t, so you don’t, so you can’t
You don’t, cuz you won’t, so you don’t, so you can’t
Awkward and (derange ?)
The same old skinny kid from high school 

Old habits die hard
Old habits die hard
Feels like sleepwalking, all over again
There’s no sense in talking, like lovers we lay

When it’s second nature
A permanent fixture
It’s hard to recover, all over again
I’m bound to discover, like lovers we lay

Check out more at the band’s website or on Apple’s iTunes Store. I’d recommend you see them live (I know I want to!), but it appears that their only upcoming tour dates are in Toronto and Montréal.

Posted in Lyrics | Tagged , | 2 Comments

The Runner

In. The first breath of crisp air is the trumpet that begins the march. Down the stairs, down the hill, and into the darkness. Descending into the nighttime world where lonely cars carrying lonely drivers cross lonely roads in search of a destination. The traffic lights too lazy to steady themselves, flash their yellow and red faces for the few travelers who pass underneath. The runner pays no mind to these frivolities, these regulations, these reminders of the contained life of cars and offices and classrooms and apartments.

He breathes in, out. In, out. In. The coordinated 1-2, 1-2, tick-tock of his steps on cold, hard cement relay the sound of a one-man army, advancing at steady pace, frosty breath the only mark of his passing. Unencumbered by barricades of pedestrians and columns of vehicles on the march, the sidewalks and intersections cleared of obstruction, he advances.

Read More »

Posted in Running | Leave a comment

It will never be enough

The car brakes down the hill outside his window, shiny black and coolly reflective under the orange glow of the streetlight. Its origin unknown—a stealthy visitor from a faraway land, he thinks, a traveler announcing her presence with the low, almost imperceptible ‘whoosh’ of slowing air riding over finely engineered curves. Air. Air like fingers, reaching ’round the hood, brushing in long, light strokes over the windshield. Air like fingers, working, wrapping, wrapping her like a cocoon, a web—no, a fine cigar, skin taut and tight—wrapping her like a Christmas present come two days late.

It will never be enough, he thinks, to peer through these panes. She stops, and takes a right.

The orange glow of the streetlight never dims. It shines on the black asphalt, aflame.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The Friday fortune cookies

I literally choked on my wonton soup today. These fortunes almost made up for the whole nearly-dying thing.

Fortune Cookie 1 (2009-02-12)Fortune Cookie 2 (2009-02-13)

Posted in Food | Tagged | 1 Comment

The Friday fortune cookie

Fortune Cookie (2009-01-30)

Posted in Food | Tagged | Leave a comment

Said The Whale’s “Better for You”

This song is really good, and also seemed poignant after my earlier post.

I cannot fulfill your heart tonight
I love the way you sleep when you’re angry
The way the moon reflects such a beautiful light

I’ve got my thoughts wrapped up in you
I’ve got my head all messed up with you

So, tell me what I gotta do
Tell me what I gotta do
To be a better man

Tell me what I gotta be
Tell me what I gotta be
To be the best I can

So, tell me what I can do
Tell me what I can do
To be better for you

Posted in Lyrics | Tagged , | Leave a comment

A potential crisis of confidence

The feeling comes and goes, but the more I consider it, the more I feel as if I am undeserving of enjoying the affection of a woman so perfect and, herself, deserving.

By what justification can an imperfect man bask in the glow of consummate female perfection? To attempt to bind an aspirational but flawed perfection to the ranks of the beautiful, the brilliant, the eternally considerate, seems an unfair burden, and one which the latter should never be suffered to endure.

I can rely on but one thing: the infinite grace and consideration inherent in that high rank of woman, an enduring if unsteady star in a field of darkness, guiding me north to brighter days—my Polaris, star of salvation.

Posted in Girls | Leave a comment
  • Topics

  • Spam torpedoed