Friday Night Music Blogging – Can’t Hold Us (Macklemore & Ryan Lewis


I don’t know about you, but I’m worn out. The seemingly relentless onslaught of bad news was hard to believe. While I have had a number of strong reactions to the week’s events, I don’t feel it’s time to go into them. Instead, I’ll ask you to keep those who’ve lost loved ones in your thoughts and, that you find ways to spread a little extra good in the coming weeks. We’re gonna need it. With that, let’s enjoy a song that, for me, is a pure expression of joy. It seems we’re due that bit of respite. Tomorrow, I’ll get back to booking my summer in Cambridge. (I can’t wait to get there so I can buy a round for the boys in blue.)

 

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The Friday Night Music Blogging Zenith?


David Roberts of Grist puts together a highly anticipated mix tape around the holidays that shares his favorite songs from the year. The 2012 selections were no disappointment.
Tonight’s track comes from side 2 of that mix. (Here’s the link for side 1.)

It’s a lovely song, and the words, the words, the words…

Here’s Macklemore & Ryan Lewis featuring Mary Lambert in “SAME LOVE.”

(I recommend listening once and then re-winding for a sing along.)

Same Love

When I was in the 3rd grade

I thought that I was gay
Cause I could draw, my uncle was
And I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like, “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-K”
Trippin’, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she
A bunch of stereotypes all in my head
I remember doing the math like
“Yeah, I’m good a little league”
A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant
For those that like the same sex had the characteristics
The right-wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition
Playing God
Ahh nah, here we go
America the brave
Still fears what we don’t know
And God loves all his children it’s somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written
3,500 years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm

If I was gay
I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately
“Man that’s gay”
Gets dropped on the daily
We’ve become so numb to what we’re sayin’
Our culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ’em
Call each other faggots
Behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate
Yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color
Complexion of your pigment
The same fight that lead people to walk-outs and sit-ins
Human rights for everybody
There is no difference
Live on! And be yourself!
When I was in church
They taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service
Those words aren’t anointed
And that Holy Water
That you soak in
Is then poisoned
When everyone else
Is more comfortable
Remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans
That have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same
But that’s not important
No freedom ’til we’re equal
Damn right I support it

I don’t know

We press play
Don’t press pause
Progress, march on!
With a veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
‘Till the day
That my uncles can be united by law
Kids are walkin’ around the hallway
Plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful
Some would rather die
Than be who they are
And a certificate on paper
Isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law’s gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up

Love is patient, love is kind
Love is patient (not cryin’ on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)
Love is kind (not crying on Sundays)

The Top 5 (and counting) Christmas Songs of Forever


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We’re dipping into the egg nog and preparing our Christmas Eve dinner while listening to some of our favorite Christmas tunes.  We hope the holidays are treating you well!

Fair Warning: If you don’t recognize the character above, this may not be the song list for you.)

No. 5 Bob & Doug McKenzie – The Twelve Days of Christmas

No. 4 Mele Kalikimaka – Jimmy Buffett

No. 3 Santa Baby – Eartha Kitt

No. 2 The Little Drummer Boy – Bing Crosby and David Bowie

No. 1 Fairytale of New York – The Pogues

Think I missed the mark?  Then give me a bit of whatfor in the comments.  Links to your replacement choices are required!

-The mgmt

Update:

I make the rules here, so if I want the Top 5 list to include 6 or more songs, so be it.

6. Do They Know it’s Christmas? – Band Aid

7. Christmas – U2

8. Christmas in Hollis – Run DMC

Oh, forget it…

Saturday Night Music Blogging: Band of Horses “No One’s Gonna Love You”


I’ll end a blitz of posts with a nice spot of music.  This one tends to shift me into a sedate mood which I think could be a good thing for a lot of folks this week.  I hope it hits you well.

Pro Tip: Do not break bottles over anyone’s head…. Ever.

It’s looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We’re reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once wasBut no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I doAnd anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one

But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I do

But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing’s tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It’s tumbling down
Hard.

Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you’d be better off
Or you liked it that way

But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I do

But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing’s tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It’s tumbling down
Hard