Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Stubborn Love by The Lumineers- NPR Tiny Desk

"It's better to feel pain then nothing at all!!!"

Start at 19 minutes

She'll lie and steal and cheat
And beg you from her knees
Make you think she means it this time
She'll tear a hole in you
The one you can't repair
But I still love her, I don't really care

When we were young, oh-oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh-ooh, we bundled up
I can't be told, ah-ah, it can't be done

It's better to feel pain
Than nothing at all
The opposite of love is indifference
So pay attention now
I'm standing on your porch screamin' out
And I won't leave until you come downstairs

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love
Keep your head up, my love
Keep your head up, keep your love

And I don't blame you, dear
For runnin' like you did all these years
I would do the same, you best believe
And the highway signs say we're close
But I don't read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young, oh-oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh-ooh, we bundled up
I can't be told, ah-ah, it can't be done
So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love
Keep your head up, my love
Keep your head up, keep your love

Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love


Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Fools Gold by Anders Osborne

"Make me a painter, Who lives on an island, House by the ocean, Gracefully old. Make me a captain
Upon my obsessions, Remove my possessions, That clutters my soul..."

Used to be silent
Now I feel hollow
Gettin' hard to swallow
This educated jive

Give me a reason
To commit treason
And what I believe in
Estimated pride

Make me a painter
Who lives on an island
House by the ocean
Gracefully old

Make a captain
Upon my obsessions
Remove my possessions
That clutters my soul

Stop chasing that fools gold

I used to write lyrics
They gave me this courage
They were not that terrific
But it got me laid

I used to be sexy
Now everything vexes me
Nothing impresses me
'Cept getting paid

So make me a painter
Who lives on an island
House by the ocean
Gracefully old

Make a captain
Upon my obsessions
Remove my possessions
That clutters my soul

Stop chasing that fools gold

No I don't wanna be younger
Don't wanna live longer
Not sure I belong here
And maybe I don't

Go to Havana
Dance like I'm Spanish
Yeah I could vanish
And no one would know

Make me a painter
Who lives on an island
A house by the ocean
Gracefully old

Make a captain
Upon my obsessions
Remove my possessions
That clutters my soul

That fools gold