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Back when I was like 18 or 19, I used to frequent a Karaoke bar in Orange called Quans. There were a few really good singers at this bar, regulars you could count on to get your attention and keep your eyes glued on them. One of these regulars was a guy named Rod.

Rod was about 5’3”, with dark black hair and a sort of “Rocker” look to him. He was attractive, and damn he could sing. One of the songs he did was “Bed of Roses” by Bon Jovi. Rod could fucking sing this song EXACTLY like JBJ himself, and Rod always had all the ladies at the stage cheering him on when he did this song.

Ok, so Rod used to hit on me like no other, and buy me all kinds of drinks. Nothing ever happened (I have issues with dating men I can see over the top of), but he did make me fall in love with this song, so you can thank him for this video/lyrics today. All together now: “Thanks Rod!”

 


Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Dammit, now I am all sentimental and miss my Hot Boyfriend,

K

 

 

 

 

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Cody posted the video from their 1998-1999 “The Dance” tour here, and totally got me back into my whole “I LOVE THE MAC” mode. Every time I hear this song, I get the fucking chills. I can see Stevie looking right at Lindsay, singing “You’ll never get away, never get away, never get away!”

I am getting the chills right now typing this. Thanks to Cody for putting that wild hair up my ass.

You could be my silver spring
Blue-green colors flashing
I would be your only dream
Your shining over ocean crashing

Don’t say that she’s pretty
And did you say that she loved you
Baby I don’t want to know

So I begin not to love you
Turn ’round, see me running
I say I loved you years ago
But tell myself you never loved me no

And don’t say that she’s pretty
And did you say that she loved you
Baby I don’t want to know

Oh no
And can you tell me was it worth it
Baby I don’t want to know

Time cast a spell on you
But you won’t forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

Time cast a spell on you
But you won’t forget me
I know I could have loved you
But you would not let me

I follow you down ’till the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
(Give me just a chance)
You’ll never get away from the sound
Of the woman who loves you
(Was I just a fool)

I follow you down ’till the sound
Of my voice will haunt you
(Give me just a chance)
You’ll never get away from the sound
Of the woman who loves you
(Was I just a fool)

I LOVE THE MAC,

K

Its a rainy afternoon
In 1990
The big city geez its been 20 years-
Candy-you were so fine

Beautiful beautiful
Girl from the north
You burned my heart
With a flickering torch
I had a dream that no one else could see
You gave me love for free

Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so

Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
Life is crazy
Candy baby

Yeah, well it hurt me real bad when you left
I’m glad you got out
But I miss you
I’ve had a hole in my heart
For so long
I’ve learned to fake it and
Just smile along

Down on the street
Those men are all the same
I need a love
Not games
Not games

Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so
Candy, candy , candy I cant let you go
Life is crazy
I know baby
Candy baby

Whoa Whoa Whoa
Candy, candy, candy I cant let you go
All my life you’re haunting me
I loved you so

Candy candy candy
Life is crazy
Candy baby

Candy baby,
Candy, candy

 

Who doesn’t love Iggy,

K

So, I fell in love with a woman about five years ago. Her name is Amy Lee. She is the one female other than Lush that I would go 100% lesbian for. I know, her voice is better in studio recordings than live, and she is the epitome of EMO, but dammit, I think it is safe to say that anyone who has heard a song written by this woman has flashed back to one time in their life when they have been so heartbroken they couldn’t breathe. She has an amazing ability to write music; however depressing and heartbreaking that music may be. On more than one occasion I have been driving somewhere, with “My Immortal” or “Breathe No More” on repeat, blasting loud enough to blow the speakers out, crying so hard I got snotty.

I know it is a sappy and “hormonal female” reaction, but when she says certain phrases like “you never call me when you’re sober; you only want it ‘cause it’s over”, it rips at my heartstrings. She went and upped it on me though, she wrote “Good Enough” and I die inside a little every time I hear it. I don’t know why, but some words totally make sense when you hear them strung together, and these words are right out of my own thoughts. So, here is a picture of the beautiful girl, and the lyrics to “Good Enough”, which I think everyone should commit to memory. Then go buy the album and show the poor depressed woman some love.

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Under your spell again
I can’t say no to you
Crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand
I can’t say no to you
Shouldn’t have let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can’t let go of this dream
I can’t breathe but I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough for you
Drink up sweet decadence
I can’t say no to you
and I’ve completely lost myself and I don’t mind
I can’t say no to you
Shouldn’t have let you conquer me completely
Now I can’t let go of this dream
Can’t believe that I feel
Good enough
I feel good enough
its been such a long time coming, but I feel good
and I’m still waiting for the rain to fall
Pour real life down on me
Cause I can’t hold on to anything this good
Enough
am I good enough
for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me
‘Cause I can’t say no

 

 

Yeah, I Know – You’re Welcome,

K