JASON COLLETT: ALMOST SUMMER

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort.
With your friends behind the bleachers it's your first dance.
He's gonna be there in the high school gym
It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim
Backyards are waiting.

He's got your name, he's got your number
He's got your name, he's got your number

The sun sets across the parking lot,
walking cool with your friends.
Before the rent-a-cops even know you're innocent.
The night is waiting

Here he comes, you're a little nervous
Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah

The music sucks
But he's your salvation
Cherry lip gloss, and you're what he's tasting yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

You're in his car getting high
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes
Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,
You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees
But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can't believe it
Looks like you blew it.

He's got your name; he's got your number
He's driving away; Oh what a bummer, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So you stumble home
But you don't quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbor's
The sun is warm.

It's almost summer, yeah

THE SHEEPDOGS: I DON'T KNOW

I Don't Know
The Sheepdogs

Never have I heard
A more disturbing word
Holdin' out for long
I never felt so quite disturbed.

I get up in the morning now, I don't know
Waiting for the evening now, I don't know
Been lookin' for whats comin' now, I don't know
Would somebody please, help me.

Lookin' back at me
There's more than mystery
Letters and pages of
Ancient history, yeah.

I get up in the morning now, I don't know
I've been waiting for the evening now, I don't know
I've been lookin' for whats comin' now, I don't know
Would somebody please, help me.

I don't know, help me.
I don't know, I don't know, help me.

I don't know, help me.
I don't know, I don't know, help me.

I don't know, help me.
I don't know, I don't know, help me.

GRATEFUL DEAD: COLD, RAIN & SNOW

Colds, Rain & Snow

Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
Run me out in the cold rain and snow
Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow

Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair
And I ain't goin be treated this ol' way

Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune
Well I'm goin where those chilly winds don`t blow

CREAM: ANYONE FOR TENNIS?

Anyone for Tennis?

(Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp)
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears
The auctioneer is bidding for a box of fading years
And the elephants are dancing on the graves of squealing mice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the ice creams are all melting on the streets of bloody beer
While the beggars stain the pavements with flourescent Christmas cheer
And the Bentley driving guru is putting up his price.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

And the prophets in the boutiques give out messages of hope
With jingle bells and fairy tales and blind colliding scopes
And you can tell they're all the same underneath the pretty lies.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

The yellow Buddhist monk is burning brightly at the zoo
You can bring a bowl of rice and then a glass of water too
And fate is setting up the chessboard while death rolls out the dice.
Anyone for tennis, wouldn't that be nice?

BRUCE COCKBURN: EACH ONE LOST

As troops finally begin to withdraw from Afghanistan, this song is quite fitting:

Each One Lost

(Bruce Cockburn)

Under the big lights

shadows stretching long

the ramp is lowered gently to the tarmac

and all of us, we wait

in this sea of gravity

for the precious cargo to appear

Here come the dead boys

moving slowly past

the pipes and prayers and strained commanding voices

and the tears in our hearts

make an ocean we're all in

all in this together don't you know

You can die on your sofa

safe inside your home

or die in a mess of flame and shrapnel

we all in our time go

you know you're not alone

you're in the hearts of everybody here

Each one lost

is everyone's loss you see

each one lost is a vital part of you and me

Some would have us bow

in bondage to their dreams

of little gods who lay down laws to live by

but all these inventions

arise from fear of love

and open-hearted tolerance and trust

Well screw the rule of law

we want the rule of love

enough to fight and die to keep it coming

if that sounds like confusion

brother think again

we know exactly what we chose

Each one lost

is everyone's loss you see

each one lost is a vital part of you and me

 

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN & THE E STREET BAND: BORN TO RUN

A Tribute to the Big Man, Clarence Clemens (RIP).

Born to Run

(Bruce Springsteen)

In the day we sweat it out in the streets

of a runaway American dream

At night we ride through mansions of glory

in suicide machines

Sprung from cages out on Highway 9

Chrome wheeled, fuel injected

And steppin' out over the line, oooh,

Baby this town rips the bones from your back

It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap

We gotta get out while we're young

'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend

I want to guard your dreams and visions

Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims

And strap your hands 'cross my engines

Together we could break this trap

We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back

Will you walk with me out on the wire

'Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider

But I gotta know how it feels

I wanna know if your love is wild

Girl I want to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones

scream down the boulevard

The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors

And the boys try to look so hard

The amusement park rises bold and stark

Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist

I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight

In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes

On a last chance power drive

Everybody's out on the run tonight

And there's no place left to hide

Together Wendy we can live with the sadness

I'll love you with all the madness in my soul

Someday girl I don't know when

We're gonna get to that place

Where we really want to go

And we'll walk in the sun

But till then tramps like us

Baby we were born to run

ADELE: ROLLING IN THE DEEP

Check out (below) this excellent cover version of Adele's Rolling in the Deep by Dan Talevski. 

Plenty of people dream of stardom while singing along to their favorite songs in their bedroom. In most cases, that's as far as it goes. 

Dan Talevski has a different story, one that found him parlaying his hobby of posting YouTube clips of himself singing into a worldwide Internet following (Talevski's YouTube Channel has racked up 29 million views and over 107,000 subscribers) and a full-fledged career as a pop artist about to release his debut album on Zone4/Interscope Records.

Rolling in the Deep

(Adelle)

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark,

Finally, I can see you crystal clear,

Go ahead and sell me out and a I'll lay your ship bare,

See how I'll leave with every piece of you,

Don't underestimate the things that I will do,

There's a fire starting in my heart,

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bring me out the dark,

The scars of your love remind me of us,

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

I can't help feeling,

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

And you played it to the beat,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Baby, I have no story to be told,

But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn,

Think of me in the depths of your despair,

Make a home down there as mine sure won't be shared,

The scars of your love remind me of us,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

I can't help feeling,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

And you played it to the beat,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Could have had it all,

Rolling in the deep,

You had my heart inside your hand,

But you played it with a beating,

Throw your soul through every open door,

Count your blessings to find what you look for,

Turn my sorrow into treasured gold,

You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

We could have had it all,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

It all, it all, it all,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

We could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

And you played it to the beat,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

Could have had it all,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

Rolling in the deep,

(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep),

You had my heart inside your hand,

(You're gonna wish you never had met me),

But you played it,

You played it,

You played it,

You played it to the beat.

THE HOCKEY SONG (From the Streets of Vancouver!)

This is obviously from 2010 Olympics, not the recent Vancouver Canucks/Boston Bruins after game street riot.



Hello out there, we're on the air, it's 'Hockey Night' tonight.
Tension grows, the wistle blows, and the puck goes down the ice.
The goalie jumps, and the players bump, and the fans all go insane.
Someone roars, "Bobby Scores!", at the good ol' Hockey Game.

:: CHORUS ::
OH! The good ol' Hockey game, is the best game you can name.
And the best game you can name, is the good ol' Hockey game.

Second Period.

Where players dash, with skates aflash, the home team trails behind.
But they grab the puck, and go bursting up, and they're down across the line.
They storm the crease, like bumble bees, they travel like a burning flame.
We see them slide, the puck inside, it's a 1-1 hockey game.

(Chorus)

Third Period. Last game of the playoff too!

Oh take me where, the hockey players, face off down the rink.
And the Stanley Cup, is all filled up, for the champs who win the drink.
Now the final flick, of a hockey stick, and the one gigantic scream.
"The puck is in! The home team wins!", the good ol' hockey game.

(Chorus x3)