On and On

Remembrance Day icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 08 from the Get Lucky LP by Mark Knopfler icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

On your maypole green, see the winding Morris-men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken—waving hankies, sticks and books
And there, all the earthen roofs

Standing at the crease, the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
And there, the steeple is sharp against the blue

When I think of you, Sam and Andy, Jack and John, Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron, Harry, Stephen, Will and Don, Matthew, Michael…
On and on

We will remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to Autumn yields a haze of smoke across the fields
Let us sup and fight another round
And there, we walk the stubbled ground

When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day
When the vicar comes to say, “May God bless them everyone, lest we forget our sons”

We will remember them

Electric Eyes Are Everywhere

Human Nature icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the Thriller LP by Michael Jackson icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Michael Jackson's "Thriller" album art. [Formatted]

Looking out across the nighttime, the city winks a sleepless eye
I hear her voice shake my window with sweet seducing sighs

Get me out into the nighttime
Four walls won’t hold me tonight
If this town is just an apple then let me take a bite

If they say “Why?” tell them that it’s human nature
“Why does he do me that way?”

Reaching out to touch a stranger
Electric eyes are everywhere
See that girl, she knows I’m watching
She likes the way I stare

If they say “Why?” tell them that it’s human nature
“Why does he do me that way?”
“I like living this way”
“I like loving this way”

Looking out across the morning, the city’s heart begins to beat
Reaching out, I touch her shoulder
I’m dreaming of the street

If they say “Why?” tell them that it’s human nature
“Why does he do me that way?”

If they say “Why?” tell them that it’s human nature
“Why does he do me that way?”
“I like living this way”

I’m Sorry that I Couldn’t Get to You

Say Something icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 05 from the Is There Anybody Out There? LP by A Great Big World icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Say something—I’m giving up on you
I’ll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would have followed you
Say something—I’m giving up on you

And I was feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall
I’m still learning to love
I’m just starting to crawl

Say something—I’m giving up on you
I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere, I would’ve followed you
Say something—I’m giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride
You’re the one that I love and I’m saying goodbye

Say something—I’m giving up on you
I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you
Anywhere, I would have followed you
Say something—I’m giving up on you


Interestingly, A Great Big World re-recorded this song with Christina Aguilera icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 after she heard the original recording. I wonder which side of the fence she is usually on in a malfunctioning relationship?

Nowhere Else is the Dreamer or the Misfit So Alone

Subdivisions icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 01 from the Signals LP by Rush icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown

Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions, all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided in the mass production zone

Nowhere else is the dreamer or the misfit so alone

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth

Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly just to feel the living night

Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats and get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight

Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights

Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out

Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out

Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth