Maps (Acoustic Version) - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

(Speaking of emo poly tunes…)

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Bound (Kanye West Cover) - Laura Welsh

Today’s theme is saudade, a concept with no direct translation into English, one that describes a vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist, for something other than the present, a turning towards the past or towards the future; not an active discontent or poignant sadness but an indolent dreaming wistfulness.

Today, for the first time ever, we’re recording in a studio. Just my husband and I. Sure we’ve done home recordings and I’ve recorded in larger groups in a studio, but never just my voice and his hands strumming.  I’m excited and nervous. 

Muddy Waters and wife Geneva, Chicago, 1951, photo by Art Shay

Today, for the first time ever, we’re recording in a studio. Just my husband and I. Sure we’ve done home recordings and I’ve recorded in larger groups in a studio, but never just my voice and his hands strumming.  I’m excited and nervous. 

Muddy Waters and wife Geneva, Chicago, 1951, photo by Art Shay

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If I’m a pagan of the good times,My lover’s the sunlightTo keep the Goddess on my side…
-Take Me To Church by Hozier

If I’m a pagan of the good times,
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side…

-Take Me To Church by Hozier

She said, ‘You’re going to miss me,Wait and you’ll see.’Fully, completely.
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She said, ‘You’re going to miss me,
Wait and you’ll see.’
Fully, completely.

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"Well darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable,And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear.I wrap my fear around me like a blanket;I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it,I’m crawling on your shore.”
-Closer to Fine, Indigo Girls

"Well darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable,
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear.
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket;
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it,
I’m crawling on your shore.”

-Closer to Fine, Indigo Girls

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"My church offers no absolution.She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom’The only heaven I’ll be sent toIs when I’m alone with you.”
-Take Me To Church, by Hozier

"My church offers no absolution.
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you.”

-Take Me To Church, by Hozier

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It feels like time to let it goIt feels like time to break or showIt feels like time to cut your breaksShut your mouth, do something, anythingIt feels like time to fuck or leaveIt feels like I choke you just to breatheIt feels like time ain’t time at allJust black out, wake up foreign, wander homeTake me out, lay me downLet the dirt fall all around meBaby ain’t it good to be back home?They’re burning futures in the mountainsAll lit up, ya you can count yoursBaby ain’t it good to be back home?It feels like just another dayLike one more dead town’s last paradeLike we’re taking pictures of a tidal waveOn the shore grinning a hundred feet awayIt feels like time ain’t time at allJust black out, wake up foreign, wander homeTake me out, lay me downLet the dirt fall all around meBaby ain’t it good to be back home?They’re burning futures in the mountainsAll lit up, ya you can count yoursBaby ain’t it good to be back home?Ain’t it good to be back home?
-Last Parade by Matthew Good

It feels like time to let it go
It feels like time to break or show
It feels like time to cut your breaks
Shut your mouth, do something, anything

It feels like time to fuck or leave
It feels like I choke you just to breathe
It feels like time ain’t time at all
Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

Take me out, lay me down
Let the dirt fall all around me
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
They’re burning futures in the mountains
All lit up, ya you can count yours
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?

It feels like just another day
Like one more dead town’s last parade
Like we’re taking pictures of a tidal wave
On the shore grinning a hundred feet away
It feels like time ain’t time at all
Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

Take me out, lay me down
Let the dirt fall all around me
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
They’re burning futures in the mountains
All lit up, ya you can count yours
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
Ain’t it good to be back home?

-Last Parade by Matthew Good

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