Insomnia Blues

I can’t sleep, galleons, so I wrote you a song:

Bah nah nuh nah nuh
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
Five o’clock in the mornin’
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
And I can’t get to sleep
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
Got to be up in two hours
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
Feel like I’m gonna weep
Bah nah nuh nah nuh

I toss and I turn
And I stare at the walls
But the hours tick by
And I get no sleep at all

I got the insomnia blues
Yeah, I got ‘em bad

Bah nah nuh nah nuh
My head starts to pound
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
And my stomach feels sick
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
And my joints ache and moan
Bah nah nuh nah nuh
If there’s a God, he’s a dick
Bah nah nuh nah nuh

Oh, I toss and I turn
And I stare at the walls
But the hours tick by
And I get no sleep at all

Cuz I got the insomnia blues
Oh, I got ‘em
Got them insomnia blues

Yeah, I get no sleep at all, baby

“It’s Not” Aimee Mann

I keep going round and round on the same old circuit
A wire travels underground to a vacant lot
Where something I can’t see interrupts the current
And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot
And from behind the screen it can look so perfect
But it’s not

So here I’m sitting in my car at the same old stop light
I keep waiting for a change, but I don’t know what
So red turns into green turning into yellow
But I’m just frozen here in the same old spot
And all I have to do is to press the pedal
But I’m not

People are tricky- you can’t afford to show
Anything risky, anything they don’t know
The moment you try, kiss it goodbye

So baby, kiss me like a drug, like a respirator
And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut
For I’ll get lost in space that goes on forever
And you may call the rest just an afterthought
And I’ll believe it’s you could make it better
Though it’s not
No, it’s not

“Keep Me High” Adaline

Oh, my love
See my blood, red for you
A dried sponge
Suddenly wet from you

My red lips
Shy and ready for you
My pale skin
You want my pale skin, love

Can you keep me high, high love?

You’re as fine
As a Polynesian smile
We’ve been asleep
Asleep for far too long

Come here close
Almost enough to touch
In and out
You keep me in and out

Love

Can you keep me high, high love?

You break me
The pull is stronger than the push

“The Boys of the Old Brigade” Paddy McGuigan

“Oh father, why are you so sad, on this bright Easter morn?
When Irishmen are proud and glad
Of the land where they were born.”
“Oh, son, I see in mem’ries view
Of far-off distant days
When, being just a boy like you
I joined the I.R.A.

Where are the lads who stood with me
When history was made?
Oh, gra mo chroi, I long to see
The boys of the old brigade

In hills and farms the call to arms
Was heard by one and all
And from the glens came brave young men
To answer Ireland’s call
‘Twas long ago we faced the foe
The old brigade and me
But by my side they fought and died
That Ireland might be free

And now, my boy, I’ve told you why
On Easter morn I sigh
For I recall my comrades all
From dark old days gone by
I think of men who fought in glens
With rifles and grenade
May Heaven keep the men who sleep
From the ranks of the old brigade

“May Day” Slingshot Dakota

We’re waiting
We’re waiting for the world to end
We’re waiting
We’re waiting for our friends to die
We’re living our days with wet eyes

We’re waiting
We’re waiting for ourselves to break
We’re waiting
We’re waiting for our next mistake
We’re living our days half alive

Can you wait for me?
Will you wait for me?

Will you wait for me?

We’re waiting
We’re waiting in each other’s arms
Oh god
I don’t know what we’re waiting for

And all this waiting
It keeps on weighing down on me
So let’s start moving
So we don’t miss out on
We don’t miss out on

“Far Away” José González

Step in front of a runaway train
Just to feel alive again
Pushing forward through the night
Aching chest and blurry sight

It’s so far, so far away
It’s so far, so far away

Cold wind blows into the skin
Can’t believe the state you’re in

It’s so far, so far away
It’s so far, so far away

Who are you trying to impress?
Steadily creating a mess

Step in front of a runaway train
Just to feel alive again
Pushing forward through the night
Aching chest and blurry sight

“All the Way Down” Glen Hansard

You have broken me all the way down
Down upon my knees
And you have broken me all the way down
You’ll be the last, you’ll see

Some fight you gave
And I pushed you away
From me

And in the morning when you turn in
I’ll be far to sea

And you have broken me all the way down.
You’ll be the last, you’ll see

And what chance have we got
When you’ve missed every shot
For me?

And in the morning when you turn in
I’ll be out of reach
And in the darkness when you find this
I’ll be far to sea

And you have broken me all the way down
You’ll be the last, you’ll see

“All At Once” The Fray

There are certain people you just keep coming back to
She is right in front of you
You begin to wonder could you find a better one
Compared to her, now she’s in question

Looking for the right one, you line up the world to find
Where no questions cross your mind
But she won’t keep on waiting for you (without a doubt)
Much longer for you to sort it out

And all at once the crowd begins to sing
Sometimes
We’d never know what’s wrong without the pain
Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same

Maybe you want her, maybe you need her
Maybe you’ve started to compare to someone not there
Maybe you want it, maybe you need it
Maybe it’s all you’re running from
Perfection will not come
Oh, will not come

“Scots Wha Hae” Robert Burns

Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled
Scots wham Bruce has aften led
Welcome tae your gory bed
Or tae victory
Now’s the day and now’s the hour
See the front o’ battle lour
See approach proud Edward’s power
Chains and slavery

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee
Wha for Scotland’s King and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw?
Freeman stand or freeman fa’
Let him follow me.

By oppression’s woes and pains
By your sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins
But they shall be free
Lay the proud usurpers low
Tyrants fall in every foe
Liberty’s in every blow
Let us do or dee

“You Owe Me Nothing in Return” Alanis Morissette

I’ll give you countless amounts of outright acceptance, if you want it
I will give you encouragement to choose the path that you want, if you need it
You can speak of anger and doubts, your fears and freak outs, and I’ll hold it
You can share your so-called shame filled accounts of times in your life, and I won’t judge it
(And there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving- it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

You can ask for space for yourself and only yourself, and I’ll grant it
You can ask for freedom as well or time to travel, and you’ll have it
You can ask to live by yourself or love someone else, and I’ll support it
You can ask for anything you want, anything at all, and I’ll understand it
(And there are no strings attached to it)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving- it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

I bet you’re wondering when the next payback shoe will eventually drop
I bet you’re wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up
I bet you wonder how far you have now danced your way back into debt
This is the only kind of love (as I understand it) that there really is

You can express your deepest of truths, even if it means I’ll lose you, and I’ll hear it
You can fall into the abyss on your way to your bliss- I’ll empathize with
You can say that you have to skip town to chase your passion, and I’ll hear it
You can even hit rock bottom, have a mid-life crisis, and I’ll hold it
(And there are no strings attached)

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving- it’s my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return