BMT Music
Oh, hey, folks. I'm back, live in the flesh.
Stories and shit to come later, but here's a few of the little priceless gems we I sang in the 319th, waiting for the government to hurry their bureaucratic asses up and send us home...
Sarah McLachlan - Adia
Adia I do believe I failed you
Adia I know I let you down
Don’t you know I tried so hard
To love you in my way
It’s easy let it go...
Adia I’m empty since you left me
Trying to find a way to carry on
I search myself and everyone
To see where we went wrong
’cause there’s no one left to finger
There’s no one here to blame
There’s no one left to talk to, honey
I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don’t remember why I came.
Candles raise my desire,
Why I’m so far away.
No more meaning to my life,
No more reason to stay.
Freezing, feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I’m coming back again...
[repeat chorus]
Hazing clouds rain on my head,
Empty thoughts fill my ears.
Find my shade by the moonlight,
Why my thoughts aren’t so clear.
Demons dreaming,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I’m coming back again...
[repeat chorus 4 times]
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.
[repeat]
[so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...]
Brennan on the Moor
Tis of a brave young highwayman, this story we will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland, he did dwell
'Twas on the Kilworth mountains, he commenced his wild career
And many a noble wealthy man before him shook with fear
Chorus:
And it's Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
One day upon the highway as Willie, he went down
He met the mayor of Cashell a mile outside the town
Now, the mayor, he knew his features and he said "young man," said he
"Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me"
Now, Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry
Said "hand to me that tenpenny," as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So, he with horse and saddle to the mountain did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry, to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until it last was said
By a false hearted woman, he was cruelly betrayed
They took Willie to the crossroads and there they hung him high
But still they say that in the night, there's some that see him ride
They see him with his bluderbuss all in the midnight chill
As all along the King's Highway rides Willie Brennan still
The Wild Colonial Boy
Too many versions to pick one. I'll fill in our version later.
Cake - The Distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
stuff of substance later
Stories and shit to come later, but here's a few of the little priceless gems we I sang in the 319th, waiting for the government to hurry their bureaucratic asses up and send us home...
Sarah McLachlan - Adia
Adia I do believe I failed you
Adia I know I let you down
Don’t you know I tried so hard
To love you in my way
It’s easy let it go...
Adia I’m empty since you left me
Trying to find a way to carry on
I search myself and everyone
To see where we went wrong
’cause there’s no one left to finger
There’s no one here to blame
There’s no one left to talk to, honey
I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don’t remember why I came.
Candles raise my desire,
Why I’m so far away.
No more meaning to my life,
No more reason to stay.
Freezing, feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I’m coming back again...
[repeat chorus]
Hazing clouds rain on my head,
Empty thoughts fill my ears.
Find my shade by the moonlight,
Why my thoughts aren’t so clear.
Demons dreaming,
Breathe in, breathe in...
I’m coming back again...
[repeat chorus 4 times]
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.
[repeat]
[so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...
I’m not the one who’s so far away...]
Brennan on the Moor
Tis of a brave young highwayman, this story we will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in Ireland, he did dwell
'Twas on the Kilworth mountains, he commenced his wild career
And many a noble wealthy man before him shook with fear
Chorus:
And it's Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the moor
One day upon the highway as Willie, he went down
He met the mayor of Cashell a mile outside the town
Now, the mayor, he knew his features and he said "young man," said he
"Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me"
Now, Brennan's wife had gone to town, provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie, she commenced to weep and cry
Said "hand to me that tenpenny," as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss, the truth I will unfold
He made the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So, he with horse and saddle to the mountain did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry, to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until it last was said
By a false hearted woman, he was cruelly betrayed
They took Willie to the crossroads and there they hung him high
But still they say that in the night, there's some that see him ride
They see him with his bluderbuss all in the midnight chill
As all along the King's Highway rides Willie Brennan still
The Wild Colonial Boy
Too many versions to pick one. I'll fill in our version later.
Cake - The Distance
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone
In her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.
stuff of substance later