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Charity Music Draft - Theme 2 (1 Viewer)

Lyrically not a direct hit, as it's a post-breakup song about an address two once shared, although maybe it works as a walk-off song too.

I'm split between two versions, the original by Grant Hart or the cover by Robert Forster, co-founder of The Go-Betweens.  The cover it is.

Round 4:  2541, by Robert Forster

 
Mister CIA said:
Lyrically not a direct hit, as it's a post-breakup song about an address two once shared, although maybe it works as a walk-off song too.

I'm split between two versions, the original by Grant Hart or the cover by Robert Forster, co-founder of The Go-Betweens.  The cover it is.

Round 4:  2541, by Robert Forster
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Couldn't go wrong with either one.

Round 4 is shaping up to contend with Round 1 as the best IMO.  Tons of solid picks today.

 
Round 4  -  Photographs and Memories  -  Jim Croce

Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you

Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then

Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived

Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just can't be true
That's all I've left of you

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then

 
Getzlaf15 said:
So my last one is kinda of a hard one for me to post about.

It affects so many of us on so many different levels.

What started out as marriage counseling in early 2010, turned into three years of correcting shaming behaviors I didn't know I had (just thought I was doing the right man thing), that I didn't know were passed down to me by an alcoholic parent, yet I had to own 100% as my own and had to fix.

Luckily for me, I was very open to changing for the better, although the process was quite painful at times. 

After going through that, I clearly see that the shaming behaviors we all have in us to some degree, really aren't being addressed as the root problems all of us face, even as we have lightly scratched the surface the last few years in correcting many really bad behaviors, mostly from men. But no one is really addressing why men have these behaviors and how best to correct them. Seems like we're just on another stop on the blame carousel.

So this song is dedicated to all the shaming tactics we all use that wind up breaking up relationships at every level. And all the different types of addictive behaviors that result from them.  And more importantly to all of those that fight through them and do their best to correct them and get past bad relatioships.

I love the female voice when paired with rock and roll and all types of music. I was turned onto this alt artist three years ago by a friend, and I like a lot of her songs. Such a great voice, with tons of passion behind it.

Round 4 - Adelaide by Meg Myers


 

An' I should pray for Adelaide
But she wouldn't win this fight
Black and blue dear Adelaide
So many scars to hide

Waving my hands
You don't break
You don't understand
Lie to my face
Run away
You're just that kind of man

Every moment I surrender
Such a waste of love
You can't hold me down boy
Tell me what the hell you want
And I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let go, I just gotta let go
I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let you go

An' I should pray for Adelaide
But she don't hear a gosh darn word that I say
Oh, I'm so ashamed of Adelaide
How do you justify every moment he takes
Waving my hands
You don't break
You don't understand
Lie to my face
Run away
You're just that kind of man

Every moment I surrender
Such a waste of love
You can't hold me down, boy
Tell me what the hell you want
And I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let go, I just gotta let go
And I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let you go

And I'm buried in the silence
My eyes are closed
Got me like a spider
Trapped in your

You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy
You can't hold me down, boy

Every moment I surrender
Such a waste of love
You can't hold me down boy
Tell me what the hell you want
And I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let go, I just gotta let go
I don't wanna cry about it
I don't wanna fight about it
I just gotta let you go

An' I should pray for Adelaide
But she wouldn't win this fight
Black and blue, dear Adelaide
So many scars to hide
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men are designed to conquer, living in a world that sees better ways now. we are raised to fill parents' dreams and suffer parents' shame. none of that and the conflicts it creates are our fault. we are not our feelings. we are what we do with our feelings. good job. good luck. good song.

 
From a band who learned about speaking in code from another band who buried their emotions under weird political and social situations that were absurd until you realized or learned what exactly the song had been intended to be about. Just disguised enough to not be maudlin, and a rocker nonetheless. 

Artist: The Riverdales 

Song: Last Stop Tokyo

 
wikkidpissah said:
men are designed to conquer, living in a world that sees better ways now. we are raised to fill parents' dreams and suffer parents' shame. none of that and the conflicts it creates are our fault. we are not our feelings. we are what we do with our feelings. good job. good luck. good song.
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Was hoping to get your take on this one.  Thanks.  That conquer and wanting to always fix everybody's #### really ####s things up even worse.  

 
KP's metal playlist:

METALLICA - WELCOME HOME (SANITARIUM) 

TOOL - VICARIOUS

MASTODON - PAIN WITH AN ANCHOR

MEGADETH - SWEATING BULLETS

LINK to playlist for anybody interested.  

 
4.20 So In Love, k.d.lang

So taunt me and hurt me, deceive me, desert me. I'm yours til i die.

Here's a little story about a speedball.

I am aware that as many in this thread dont know the story of me & my Mary as are sick to death of the story of me & my Mary, so i'll background the tale as briskly as possible.

After 5 turbulent yrs together, Mary got breast cancer; beat it (our teaming against it brought us together strongly enough for me to put a ring on her finger): Cancer returned a coupla yrs later in her bones, she declined further treatment and accepted her wks/mths prognosis, then suffered more than two years of shrill shrieking pain before expiring. In addition, her previous bouts with drug addiction had caused her to be labelled by the health system, resulting in her being underdosed with painkillers the entire time without remedy.

At first, even i thought she was just hitting the morph button too often, but she allowed me to do the dosing and no regimen would allow more than two weeks per month of acceptable painkilling. Poor gal was breaking her wrist shaking out a match and snapping her femur in two adjusting her weight on the couch but was threated with having to bareback the pain after day 10-12 of each month.

I couldnt not step in. We bribed and browbeat every doc who'd let us and still nowhere close. I had to hit the street. Opioids & morphine were hard gets in those pre-oxy days (90s), so it was heroin a lot of the time, which made Mary sick, but sick is a breeze when youre in pain. Cost me almost six figures, a lot of creepy nights in dangerous holes and two near-jackpots in a state where it was a mandatory dime for a saleweight bust to keep her months patched together until hospice took over.

I was playing poker for a living at the time, which is stressful work when you wanna make a living, but x10 when you have to make a certain amount of dough. i had a pretty neat coke habit going myself. Sometimes the hustle got the better of me and there was an obvious release. Speedballs, combining stimulants & opiates to give your head a heart attack.

I'd go to one of Reno's classic divorce motor courts owned by a poker buddy of mine after scoring Mary's smack, get a room (Amir always made sure i got one as far as possible from the nastiest crackheads) and fill one nostril with one dangerous narcotic and the other with the other and wait for the buzz of the coke to join forces with the blur of the smack to spackle my synapse gaps shut. You seize like you're gonna die (folks often do) ride it til death seems a good thing and fall into yourself for a coupla minutes until nothing can touch you, no thought can make you care.

Once youre again sentient, you're just loaded. Booze extends the state without tipping one off balance. At those times, i liked to sing. Kept a little tape deck with a mixed tape i called "Boys & Girls" in the trunk. One side was men getting inside their blues (my 3rd rder, Blame It On The Sun, was one the Boys side) and the other side women doing the same, including this remarkable rendition of a Cole Porter song. And i'd sing along.

Growing up in a showtune-y family (two choreographers) i knew the original, from Kiss Me Kate, which i'd only heard sung by beefy baritones of its era, who all missed its depth. Miss lang found the speedball in it and, what's better, sang it in a register where i could belt an equal harmony without squeaking outside my naturally deep voice. I'd belt&belt&belt along, for good or ill, til i passed out.

Speedball and cognac hangovers are what you might expect. My head a pot roast, my body a clown glove, i met the day feebly one noon. Unfortunately, the crackheads next door were exiting at the same time. This greasy bastage sees me and runs grabbily straight at me. Before i can defend myself his arms are completely around me in what turned out to be a hug. "We listened to you all night, maaaan - it was beeyooteeful!". His gf was nodding and crying. I politely doffed my pride that i'd been their beefy baritone for the evening and made my excuses. Life is shonuff sumn.

@higgins

 
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wikkidpissah said:
4.20 So In Love, k.d.lang

So taunt me and hurt me, deceive me, desert me. I'm yours til i die.

Here's a little story about a speedball.

I am aware that as many in this thread dont know the story of me & my Mary as are sick to death of the story of me & my Mary, so i'll background the tale as briskly as possible.

After 5 turbulent yrs together, Mary got breast cancer; beat it (our teaming against it brought us together strongly enough for me to put a ring on her finger): Cancer returned a coupla yrs later in her bones, she declined further treatment and accepted her wks/mths prognosis, then suffered more than two years of shrill shrieking pain before expiring. In addition, her previous bouts with drug addiction had caused her to be labelled by the health system, resulting in her being underdosed with painkillers the entire time without remedy.

At first, even i thought she was just hitting the morph button too often, but she allowed me to do the dosing and no regimen would allow more than two weeks per month of acceptable painkilling. Poor gal was breaking her wrist shaking out a match and snapping her femur in two adjusting her weight on the couch but was threated with having to bareback the pain after day 10-12 of each month.

I couldnt not step in. We bribed and browbeat every doc who'd let us and still nowhere close. I had to hit the street. Opioids & morphine were hard gets in those pre-oxy days (90s), so it was heroin a lot of the time, which made Mary sick, but sick is a breeze when youre in pain. Cost me almost six figures, a lot of creepy nights in dangerous holes and two near-jackpots in a state where it was a mandatory dime for a saleweight bust to keep her months patched together until hospice took over.

I was playing poker for a living at the time, which is stressful work when you wanna make a living, but x10 when you have to make a certain amount of dough. i had a pretty neat coke habit going myself. Sometimes the hustle got the better of me and there was an obvious release. Speedballs, combining stimulants & opiates to give your head a heart attack.

I'd go to one of Reno's classic divorce motor courts owned by a poker buddy of mine after scoring Mary's smack, get a room (Amir always made sure i got one as far as possible from the nastiest crackheads) and fill one nostril with one dangerous narcotic and the other with the other and wait for the buzz of the coke to join forces with the blur of the smack to spackle my synapse gaps shut. You seize like you're gonna die (folks often do) ride it til death seems a good thing and fall into yourself for a coupla minutes until nothing can touch you, no thought can make you care.

Once youre again sentient, you're just loaded. Booze extends the state without tipping one off balance. At those times, i liked to sing. Kept a little tape deck with a mixed tape i called "Boys & Girls" in the trunk. One side was men getting inside their blues (my 3rd rder, Blame It On The Sun, was one the Boys side) and the other side women doing the same, including this remarkable rendition of a Cole Porter song. And i'd sing along.

Growing up in a showtune-y family (two choreographers) i knew the original, from Kiss Me Kate, which i'd only heard sung by beefy baritones of its era, who all missed its depth. Miss lang found the speedball in it and, what's better, sang it in a register where i could belt an equal harmony without squeaking outside my naturally deep voice. I'd belt&belt&belt along, for good or ill, til i passed out.

Speedball and cognac hangovers are what you might expect. My head a pot roast, my body a clown glove, i met the day feebly one noon. Unfortunately, the crackheads next door were exiting at the same time. This greasy bastage sees me and runs grabbily straight at me. Before i can defend myself his arms are completely around me in what turned out to be a hug. "We listened to you all night, maaaan - it was beeyooteeful!". His gf was nodding and crying. A nodded my pride that i'd been their beefy baritone for the evening and made my excuses. Life is shonuff sumn.
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He could throw that speedball by you...
Make you look like a fool boy
Well her and Bobby they split up
Guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking 'bout the old times
She said when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about

Glory days
Well they'll pass you by 
Glory days
In the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days...

 
Sebadoh - Soul And Fire

When you walk away
Feel the freedom in your heart.
There's a joy in letting go,
Free to find a love apart

Bon Iver - Skinny Love

Come on, skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here

The Wrens - Happy

You're the one I want
You're a chance to take
You're a hard break
And swore you'd never leave again

You're the only one
That I ever trusted
Or whoever cared at all

Purple Mountains - Darkness and Cold

The light of my life is going out tonight
As the sun sinks in the west
The light of my life is going out tonight
With someone she just met
She kept it burning longer than I had right to expect
The light of my life is going out tonight
Without a flicker of regret

 
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Round 4

This is actually the 3rd part of the story since I drafted the ending first. @Manster took my song earlier so pivoting to this. Doing birthday dinner and drinking so didn't have a lot of time to rewrite the story .

Tired of all the fights and arguments he retreated to his room to ride it out to the end. The house no longer felt like a home and his room began to feel more like a prison cell than a sanctuary. How much longer could he last living in this Four Walled World(Temple of the Dog)?

 
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Raging weasel said:
Round 4

This is actually the 3rd part of the story since I drafted the ending first. @Manster took my song earlier so pivoting to this. Doing birthday dinner and drinking so didn't have a lot of time to rewrite the story .

Tired of all the fights and arguments he retreated to his room to ride it out to the end. The house no longer felt like a home and his room began to feel more like a prison cell than a sanctuary. How much longer could he last living in this Four Walled World(Temple of the Dog)?
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Happy birthday! 

 
Lehigh98's Dreary Winter Evening Breaking Up is Hard to Do Since You're Stuck Together Because of Covid Playlist

1.12 - Breaking Us in Two - Joe Jackson

"Don't you feel like trying something new? Don't you feel like breaking out or breaking us in two?"

2.12 - Break Your Heart - Barenaked Ladies

"And it's not 'cause I'll be missing you that makes me fall apart. It's just that I didn't mean to break your heart."

3.12 - Tainted Love - Soft Cell

"Sometimes I feel I've got to run away, I've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me"

4.12 -  Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye (feat. Kimbra)

"So when we found that we could not make sense, you said that we would still be friends, but I'll admit that I was glad it was over."

 
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Lehigh98 said:
"Theme 2 by Drafter" sheet added to Draft Link, still need to fill in some though.
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I'm just looking at the main link and see the last many picks not filled in.  Is this correct?  I don't really feel like doing them all if someone else who was around took care of it.  And it messes up the second sheet.

 
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Round 4:

To wikkid's point about how there was a ton of diversity of the artists in the happy theme, but this theme is almost all white artists, I did have room for R&B-related moping in my headspace during the living-with-the-ex period and the Lost Years. 

When I selected this song with one of my squillion picks in GP4, I said that it really should have been a hit. Musically, it had every reason to be. But lyrically, it's very dark, and I wonder if back then, the broader audience just wasn't ready to hear that from nonwhite artists. 

I Refuse to Smile -- Mandrill

I, the man who never smiles
Can you explain these tears i try to hide
And the sunny days where folks just pass me by
Seems like things just ain't the same since my baby said goodbye
That's why
The sun is in the sky but i refuse to smile
Still darkness lingers in my mind

 
I've been debating five songs for this final pick. That's the short list. the long list could just go on and on. The song on my short list I thought I was sure to take fits my experience but wanders from the actual theme. If I post leftovers as some of you suggested you would, I will explain a little. But this one goes to the theme better and Lord Huron is one of very few acts I feel I introduced to y'all years ago.

I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
 

the bold says it all

4.xx Lord Huron - The Night We Met

 
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1 When Doves Cry - Prince

How can you just leave me standing
Alone in a world that's so cold

2 Everybody Hurts - REM

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along

3 King of Pain - The Police

With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign

4 The Night We Met - Lord Huron

I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you

 
Steve Tasker said:
This is the first minor snipe I've had in one of these.  I probably wasn't taking this in a 4 round draft, but it was on the radar for sure.  Great song.
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Pip's Invitation said:
I wasn't planning to take this but it's another one that definitely fit my mood when I was going through the scenario similar to this theme. 
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Have you guys listened to the Aeon Station album released last week?  It's pretty great---not the Meadowlands II, but I love it.

Pretty sad that Bissell and Whelan couldn't work out their differences.

 
Raging weasel said:
Round 2

A few months ago our heroes girl started going for drinks after work with her friends a couple nights a week. Soon it was every night and she would come home later and later if she came home at all. He soon realized the woman he was living with wasn't the woman he married. He's become a Victim of Changes -Judas Preist
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Raging weasel said:
Round 3

At first he thought the forced time together could be a good thing. It would give them time to talk about where it all went wrong and how to fix it.

As the hours turned to days he realized this was never going to happen. Once this was over,so were they and he started thinking about what his future would be like without her.

Monster Magnet-Drowning
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Raging weasel said:
Round 4

This is actually the 3rd part of the story since I drafted the ending first. @Manster took my song earlier so pivoting to this. Doing birthday dinner and drinking so didn't have a lot of time to rewrite the story .

Tired of all the fights and arguments he retreated to his room to ride it out to the end. The house no longer felt like a home and his room began to feel more like a prison cell than a sanctuary. How much longer could he last living in this Four Walled World(Temple of the Dog)?
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Raging weasel said:
This is actually the end to the story(obviously) but the one most likely to be sniped.

Round 1

Guns N' Roses- Used to Love Her
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After 3 weeks of hell and still no end in sight he realizes he can't go on living like this. Something had to give,one of them had to go. He went to the garage and grabbed a shovel then to the backyard and started digging.

 
I mean, I don't really want to change to the Shannon And The Clams song I listed upthread, I just wanted to throw that out there. 

Runners-up in the snowbound and roommate-bound hypothetical debacle situation of 2021 and why: 

Buzzcut Season - Lorde  (it just sounds like winter, doesn't it?)
Catastrophe And The Cure - Explosions In The Sky (because again, winter)
Christmas Steps - Mogwai (Christmas, Monique, Christmas)
Baptize - Spillage Village (because everyone needs a jam during a break-up, don't they?)
Nothin' In This World Can Stop Me Worryin' 'Bout That Girl - The Kinks (had a girl, I found out she was just two-timing...)
Break You Off - The Roots (best part of breakin' up, is when we're makin' up...)

 
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Sorry...busy day yesterday.  My wife seems to think that the true meaning of Christmas is to fill every day with something to do.

This is another mood play from potentially my favorite band of all time.  Rumor has it that this song was written about Kurt Cobain. 

4.16 Soup, Blind Melon

 
Alright, I got both pages of the draft sheet updated.  Just like last round, DM your votes for the top 3 to Krista by tomorrow morning.  

@krista4Give us the big Theme 3 reveal when you're ready.

 
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