If you’re heart won’t open up, you will never see the sun
Super dig this song.
Super dig this band, it’s been a long time since I first heard their cover of “Damaged”.
Listen to me on the radio last night on UCF Knight Cast’s “Almost Famous”! My part starts almost exactly half way through. So, if you want to know some personal stuff about me or just hear me sing, and do my rap cover of “Dmitri Mendeleev” check it out. And if you don’t want to listen to it on tumblr just click this link: http://archive.knightcast.org/Almost%20Famous%20%282013-02-19%29.mp3
It starts and ends with me
A long dead branch on my family tree
Their faith and my faith just never seemed to mean the same thing
So I told her I loved her
And she told me she loved me
And I mostly believed her
And she mostly believed me
This is a song for any artists that’s ever feeling down, or worthless. This cover is dedicated to Laura. “Story of an Artist” - Daniel Johnston
Everyone, and friends, and family saying, “Hey, get a job.
Why do you only do that only? Why are you so odd?
We don’t really like what you do, we don’t think anyone ever will.
It’s a problem that you have and this problem’s made you ill.”
Today’s cover comes to us from Glen Hansard (The Swell Season; The Frames). It’s a beautiful song.
“High Hope” - Glen Hansard
My cover that I did today. Listen through, the end is the best part.
Today’s cover is one of the first songs I ever heard by The Decemberists. Enjoy
“A Cautionary Song” - The Decemberists
There’s a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen, you can hear her weeping
‘Cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat
And she’s standing in the harbor
And she’s waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how they approach
With dirty hands and trousers torn
They grapple till she’s safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips
To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking
And they row her out to packets
Where the sailors’ sorry racket falls for maidenhead
And she’s scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes fall to a bundle and she’s laid in bed
On the upper deck
And so she goes from ship to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
‘Till at last she’s satisfied
The lot of the marina’s teeming minions
In their opinions
And they tell her not to say a thing
To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she’ll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars
And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed
And this is how you’re fed
So be kind to your mother
Though she may seem an awful bother
And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens
Remember what she does when you’re asleep
Ch-Check it out.
I be on my suit & tie shit tie shit.
I love me some Justin.