note to self:

Civilization

Somewhere between the darkness and light
Faces all glow but its not too bright
Civilization, its all about knives and forks

Isn't she here? What time is it now?
Is this the right place? Do I fit with her crowd?
I'm gonna be a civilized man someday

Part of me wants to jump and shout
Part of me wants to tear it down
I thought you might prefer the cabernet

Civilization, its all about sex
Havin' a ball in a padded banquet
I'm gonna be that really cool guy someday

The waiter looks me over
Would you like cream or sugar?
I don't know - what was I supposed to say

She wonders if I'll notice
I should have brought some roses
Her plate is full, she hasn't eaten all day

Glasses collect we order some booze
She looks at me, I stare at her shoes
Mature situations, maybe a broken heart

Maybe I ought to pay the bill
Maybe she thinks I never will
A million things that cross a woman's mind

Just be yourself, well that's what they say
I barely know who I was yesterday
I'm gonna be that civilized guy someday

Good friends and conversations
The rise and fall of nations
A moments glory and they've had their day

And on my high school folder
I drew a big gorilla
Something familiar, something far, far away

Somewhere between the darkness and light
She touches my hand, she don't seem to mind
We can go home, we can be civilized

David Byrne

Love Machine

Ladies you're damn right
You can't read a man's mind
We're living in two tribes
And heading for war
Nobody's perfect
We've all got to work it
But fellas we're worth it
So don't break the law

Your call's late
Big mistake
You've gotta hang about in limbo for as long as I take
Next time
Read my mind
And I'll be good to you
We're gift wrapped
Kitty cats
We only turn into tigers when we've got to fight
(Right)
Let's go
Eskimo
Out into the blue

Come take my hand
Understand
That you can
You're my man
And i need you tonight
Come make my dreams
Honey hard as it seems
Lovin' me
Is as easy as pie

I'm just a love machine
Feeding my fantasy
Give me a kiss or three
and I'm fine
I need a squeeze a day
Instead of this negligee
What will the neighbors say
This time

I've been goin' crazy while you sleep
Thinkin' of a language that the two of us can speak
So Mr. Prehistoric make your wheel
and I'll be underwater 'cause i like the way it feels

(I said) Your call's late
Big mistake
You've gotta hang about in limbo for as long as I take
Next time
Read my mind
And I'll be good to you
We're gift wrapped
Kitty cats
We only turn into tigers when we've got to fight
(Right)
Let's go
Eskimo
Out into the blue

Come take my hand
Understand
That you canYou're my man
And i need you tonight
Come make my dreams
Honey hard as it seems
Lovin' me
Is as easy as pie

I'm just a love machine
Feeding my fantasy
Give me a kiss or three
And I'm fine
I need a squeeze a day
Instead of this negligee
What will the neighbors say
This time

Oh
It's very new
Can anybody tell me what to do
Oh
This feeling's very strange
Can anybody tell me what's your game

Oh
A little education
Oh
To give me motivation
Oh
We'll turn the situation
'round

Oh
Oh
Making you a stranger
Oh
I'll only rearrange you
For now

(Oh) I'm just a love machine
Oh
So give me motivation
(Oh) I'm just a love machine

(Oh) I'm just a love machine
Oh
So give me motivation
(Oh) I'm just a love machine

In The Morning

I don’t know what I’m doing wrong
Maybe I’ve been here too long
The songs on the radio sound the same
Everybody just looks the same
But then last night was so much fun
And now your sheets are dirty
The streets are dirty too but
You never look back on what you’re gonna do

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself
In the morning, you know you won’t remember a thing

In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright
I wake him up when I’m up
When I’m on the stage, well
A boy can’t help it, it’s not his fault
Just a dangerous dangerous thing
But then every night’s still so much fun
And you’re still out at dawn
I’m clinging on to the wrong ideas but
I never regret anything I’ve done

Remember when you were young
You’d lose yourself I
n the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning you know it’s gonna be alright

In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all. . .
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be all…
In the morning, you know he won’t remember a thing
In the morning, you know it’s gonna be alright

Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?
Are you really gonna do it this time?

You’ve got got to do it this time
Are you really gonna do it do it do what?
Are you really gonna do it do it do it yeah
Are you really gonna do it what

In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing
No not a thing and
In the morning you know he won’t remember a thing

Razorlight

When insults had class...

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.”— Winston Churchill

“A modest little person, with much to be modest about.”— Winston Churchill

“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”— Clarence Darrow

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”— William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”— Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)

“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.”— Moses Hadas

“He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any man I know.”— Abraham Lincoln

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”— Groucho Marx

“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”— Mark Twain

“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.”— Oscar Wilde

“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend…. if you have one.”— George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill

“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… if there is one.”— Winston Churchill, in response

“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.”— Stephen Bishop

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”— John Bright

“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.”— Irvin S. Cobb

“He is not only dull himself, he is the cause of dullness in others.”— Samuel Johnson

“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”— Paul Keating

“He had delusions of adequacy.”— Walter Kerr

“There’s nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won’t cure.”— Jack E. Leonard

“He has the attention span of a lightning bolt.”— Robert Redford

“They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.”— Thomas Brackett Reed

“He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker forebears, but by diligent hard work, he overcame them.”— James Reston (about Richard Nixon)

“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.”— Charles, Count Talleyrand

“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.”— Forrest Tucker

“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?”— Mark Twain

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”— Mae West

Dancing: the vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.

George Bernard Shaw

"And I Remember Every Kiss"

(...)

But I swear I'll never kiss anyone

who doesn't burn me like the sun

(...)

Jens Lekman