I'm looking for new music to try any suggestions?

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Of course I adore Morrissey but i've been in a bit of a rut for the last while. Mtv obviously isnt any help and neither is the radio. So I was thinking those who love the one i love may be of similar tastes and have some ideas of what i should look into. thanks much.
 
'The Trashcan Sinatras' - "Weightlifting" is beautiful, melodic and the lyrics are witty & sharp.

a slight review i found.....
love
Kes x




review
 
Re: Get the Northside album 'Chicken Ryhmes'

"better guess what time it is, better guess what time it is, take 5"

Still grooving to the early 90's i see, let's dig out 'The High' album while we're at it.

cheers
 
Bright Eyes and Devendra Banhart

I have to agree the Northside album is still doing it for me,

More recent stuff, i'd say have a listen to Bright Eyes or Devendra Banhart
 
Coulter The End Of Everything

One of the best albums I own!
 
Soul Whirling Somewhere - 'Hope Was' or 'Everyone Will Eventually Leave You.'

Forlorn, lushly introverted dark-ambient sadcore.
Some lyrics:

Not Breathing
it's deaf here underwater. and it's crushing my ears. but this sea of abandoned things has kept me for so long, and keeps me warm, a little, and churns me into aloneness; a familiar bed that consoles the panic, and makes me believe that i'm closer to myself with nothing between deafness. and if i'm not breathing, then i can't hear myself. and that's the only thing that's still real to me. as long as i can float within each sigh, i'll still stay alive in the life of my aloneness.

Balanced in Perfect Amber
my head is so empty, and i don't care about thinking about anything. yet it's filled with my medicine that tells me how much meaninglessness is. and my heart is even emptier, and i think no matter how thin, anything would be welcome. but i know somewhere, that in time, there's not a thing here that'll ever fill me. and i'll die trying.

When i Dream i Fall i Hit
if i died today, the hole in my head would be a lot cleaner than the one in my heart. every time i see these people, the more they move, the more i draw back, and see just how far apart i've become. with a scowl on my face that either means i'm gonna hit something, or i'm just too unfriendly to approach... and it's driving me mad. the more i bite my fingers, one day i'm gonna swallow my soul before i get a chance to feel like i used to again. will i ever bother to put a breath towards anything again? try to feel a little like i used to again. just a little like i did then.

I Should Throw Myself Under A Train
i'll throw myself under a train. it's not funny. it's not feeling sorry. nor am i asking you to. but some feelings never end. it's not funny when you feel this low. i'll throw myself under a train. it's not funny.

When
my eyes hurt. my eyes hurt and my throat hurts. i'll wait around for you. i know i shouldn't tell myself that.

Swim
my room as still as an eye, like the candlelit mind i keep it in, has soaked up so much of me. burning like a familiar flame. memory after memory. the floor's molded over with wax from endless thoughts dripping down from me. tiled walls as empty as they are, and as wet as they've been, stare flush against me. seeing the same naked prayer. seeing the same naked hope. memory after memory.
 
Red House Painters - 'Down Colorful Hill.' Trust. You will thank me...profusely
 
Some lyrics to favorite RHP songs...

:: Evil Lyrics
sad reminders of
what seems years ago
warm southern sun shines through
station wagon windows
like solar energy
and when in the night
your brother turned to me and said,
"god, do you look evil in the dark"

that made me feel good

sad reminders of
midwest winter snow
cold catholic church
heaven in stained glass windows
like rock candy
and when on sunday
their daughter turned at me and said,
"mom and dad, is it a boy or a girl"
"mom and dad, is it a he or a she"

that made me feel good

:: Uncle Joe Lyrics
where have all the people gone in my life
i'm looking at the ceiling
with an awful feeling of loss
and loneliness
the after late night television pain
i'm running out of strength

and it feels so wonderful
to swim in our fear
and it's unacceptable
the awakening of life

oh, uncle joe
could you tell me what you know?
i've been having mental problems
and the solution is unclear
i'll give anything a try once
i'll try anything three times
i don't care

but there's no company
that i can stand to be with me
so my dependency on you grows
and i am not very well read
and did you say that i will lose my house
and can you spare me of my pain
and can you spare me of my tears

oh, uncle joe

it was unintentional
when i spit in your beer
i am overinfluenced
by movies

let's all go to the pier tomorrow
the darkest pool
did you know lies below the sky

:: Medicine Bottle Lyrics
giving into love and sharing my time
letting someone into my misery
i told it all step by step
how i landed on the island
and how i swam across the sea
and it crosses my mind
that i may wake to a knife in me
no more breath in my hair
or ladies' underwear
tossed up over the alarm clock
blood dripping from the bed
to a neatly written poem
a heartfelt last line reading
there is no more mystery
it it going to happen my love

it's all in your head she said
morning after nightmare
you're building a wall she said
higher than the both of us
so try living life
instead of hiding in the bedroom
show me a smile
and i'll promise not to leave you

it happened under a rainy cloud
passing through the dark south
we went into a big house
and slept in a small bed
i didn't know you then
as well as you of me
we talked of our sad lives
and we went off separately
i found your overseas souvenirs
holiday greeting cards
and some long forgotten high school fears
it's all in my head i said
banging a piano
i've not been so alone i thought
since kicking in the womb
i drank so much tea
i wrote my letters in kanji
around the block i walked and walked
pretending you were with me
not wanting to die out here
without you

the hurting never ends
like birthdays and old friends
we forget what is flesh blood and bone is human
turning phone lines to airlines
unwilling to face
the love is found on the inside not the outside
and like a medicine bottle
in the cabinet i'll keep you
and like a medicine bottle
in my hand i will hold you
and swallow you slowly
as to last me a lifetime
without holding too tight
i do not want to lose
the thrill that it gives me
to look out from my window
and scowl at the houses
from my world in the bedroom
it's all in my head she read
in her girlfriend's self-help book
it's all his own making
a war with himself
like two sides of a wall
that separates two countries
he shuts out the world
and wants only to love you

not wanting to die out here
without you
 
Re: Bright Eyes and Devendra Banhart

> I have to agree the Northside album is still doing it for me,

> More recent stuff, i'd say have a listen to Bright Eyes or Devendra
> Banhart

deffo devendra i love him...he's brilliant live.

also i know its not really that new but the babyshambles sessions are a great buy. about 7 quid on ebay for 100 or so beautiful songs
 
Re: the new Elliott Smith should satisfy your needs..

I miss him. R.I.P.
 
Re: Elliott Smith

> I miss him. R.I.P.

I like 'From A Basement' I must say.. the track Pretty (ugly Before) is excellent.. Maybe, for those less enlightened, newcomers can listen to some of the art here..

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0002SROT0/104-3639575-4603168?v=glancee

Ruffian
 
Red House Painters?.... er, no thanks.

> :: Evil Lyrics
> sad reminders of
> what seems years ago
> warm southern sun shines through
> station wagon windows
> like solar energy
> and when in the night
> your brother turned to me and said,
> "god, do you look evil in the dark"

> that made me feel good

> sad reminders of
> midwest winter snow
> cold catholic church
> heaven in stained glass windows
> like rock candy
> and when on sunday
> their daughter turned at me and said,
> "mom and dad, is it a boy or a girl"
> "mom and dad, is it a he or a she"

> that made me feel good

> :: Uncle Joe Lyrics
> where have all the people gone in my life
> i'm looking at the ceiling
> with an awful feeling of loss
> and loneliness
> the after late night television pain
> i'm running out of strength

> and it feels so wonderful
> to swim in our fear
> and it's unacceptable
> the awakening of life

> oh, uncle joe
> could you tell me what you know?
> i've been having mental problems
> and the solution is unclear
> i'll give anything a try once
> i'll try anything three times
> i don't care

> but there's no company
> that i can stand to be with me
> so my dependency on you grows
> and i am not very well read
> and did you say that i will lose my house
> and can you spare me of my pain
> and can you spare me of my tears

> oh, uncle joe

> it was unintentional
> when i spit in your beer
> i am overinfluenced
> by movies

> let's all go to the pier tomorrow
> the darkest pool
> did you know lies below the sky

> :: Medicine Bottle Lyrics
> giving into love and sharing my time
> letting someone into my misery
> i told it all step by step
> how i landed on the island
> and how i swam across the sea
> and it crosses my mind
> that i may wake to a knife in me
> no more breath in my hair
> or ladies' underwear
> tossed up over the alarm clock
> blood dripping from the bed
> to a neatly written poem
> a heartfelt last line reading
> there is no more mystery
> it it going to happen my love

> it's all in your head she said
> morning after nightmare
> you're building a wall she said
> higher than the both of us
> so try living life
> instead of hiding in the bedroom
> show me a smile
> and i'll promise not to leave you

> it happened under a rainy cloud
> passing through the dark south
> we went into a big house
> and slept in a small bed
> i didn't know you then
> as well as you of me
> we talked of our sad lives
> and we went off separately
> i found your overseas souvenirs
> holiday greeting cards
> and some long forgotten high school fears
> it's all in my head i said
> banging a piano
> i've not been so alone i thought
> since kicking in the womb
> i drank so much tea
> i wrote my letters in kanji
> around the block i walked and walked
> pretending you were with me
> not wanting to die out here
> without you

> the hurting never ends
> like birthdays and old friends
> we forget what is flesh blood and bone is human
> turning phone lines to airlines
> unwilling to face
> the love is found on the inside not the outside
> and like a medicine bottle
> in the cabinet i'll keep you
> and like a medicine bottle
> in my hand i will hold you
> and swallow you slowly
> as to last me a lifetime
> without holding too tight
> i do not want to lose
> the thrill that it gives me
> to look out from my window
> and scowl at the houses
> from my world in the bedroom
> it's all in my head she read
> in her girlfriend's self-help book
> it's all his own making
> a war with himself
> like two sides of a wall
> that separates two countries
> he shuts out the world
> and wants only to love you

> not wanting to die out here
> without you

Cheers mate.

Now I know to give this dreadful 6th Form crap a wide berth.
 
Re: Elliott Smith

> I like 'From A Basement' I must say.. the track Pretty (ugly Before) is
> excellent.. Maybe, for those less enlightened, newcomers can listen to
> some of the art here..

>
> http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0002SROT0/104-3639575-4603168?v=glancee
> Ruffian
Ruffian, thanks, for the newcomers, he IS worth a listen. I will miss him.
 
Re: Memories of Elliott Smith

> Ruffian, thanks, for the newcomers, he IS worth a listen. I will miss him.

Anecdpte time: One of my big regrets was not actually saying hello to Elliott Smith. I passed him on the stairs at ULU a few years back I suppose it was now. He was coming down as as I was going up.. A slight man, looking like aan American Badly drawn Boy.. To this day, I wanted to shake his hand and say 'thanks'.. but the moment passed oh too quickly.

He played to a rapt audience.. acoustic on a stool.. Between everty song enthusaistic applause followed by reverential silence.

I saw hi twice more.. At teh RFH at one of the Meltdowns I think it was.. and then a memorable helter skelter drive down to Brighton in the Autumn of 2000 (agian, I think) where I ahve the poster ripped from the wall of the place carefully preserved. I maty stick it in my hall, like an art gallery as it is.. a fitting tribute? well, my tribute anyway.
Ruffian
PS, 'Junk Bond Trader'= sublime..
 
Re: Red House Painters?.... er, no thanks.

> Cheers mate.

> Now I know to give this dreadful 6th Form crap a wide berth.

While there is certainly an ackwardness to the lyric, this becomes very endearing when taken up in the wrenching delivery; the music, of course, is often (at least the first four albums) brilliant. Much of their material rivals if not eclipses Moz in sheer poignancy -- whatever the flaws, they are still leagues beyond the revolting, trendy, brit-pop fancied by the denizens of this board.

:: Katy Song Lyrics
some escape some door to open
this path seems the blackest but i
guess it's the soonest
but there in the clearing i
know you'll be wearing
your young aching smile and
waving your hand
can't go with my heart when i
can't feel what's in it i
thought you'd come over
but for some reason you didn't
glass on the pavement under my shoe
without you is all my life amounts to

a final sleep no
words from my cutting
mouth to your ear or
taut wicked pinches
from my fingers to your bitter face
that i can't heal
i know tomorrow
you will be
somewhere in london
living with someone
you've got some kind of family
there to turn to
and that's more than i could ever give you

a chance for calm
a hope for freedom
outlet from my cold solitary kingdom
by the forest of our spring stay
where you walked away
and left a bleeding part of me
empty and bothered
watching the water
quiet in the corner
numb and falling through
without you what does my life amount to?

:: Mistress Lyrics
the light color in the room
the sunshine seeping in
doesn't mix with the black of
death's angel looming in
i've had enough of the
brutal beatings and name callings
to lose me to this bed
bruised internally
eternally
your praise little gifts you spent your money
and stuffed me with
didn't amount to anything
the attention i need is much more serious
a kind of weight you couldn't lift
even if your cheap career
depended on it
i need someone much more
mysterious
to be my miss
to be my mistress

:: Rollercoaster Lyrics
there's my favorite rollercoaster
next to the blue water
the one only sissies ride
there's the sun
going down
creating that florescent glow
reminding me i'll never be able
to relive this day
except in memory

there's those big barking fish
in the concrete stream
growling for dog food
bulging dead eyes that gleam
but where's dad
and where is mom
looks like from here on out
it's just me and you
looks like from here on out
it's just me and you

:: Helicopter Lyrics
helicopter falls to my
calm virgin island
it said i want to show you
new clouds and new sky
from shore to sun
we'll soar like one
brave martyr pilot
so that i can know you
outside our cold-winded earth
feel part of your desolate pain
taste what has made you grow

at once with your oddness you enlighten
my slow unnurtured brain
be mine for a day
let your lids shut out that bad focus
to die in a storm
holding you in my last hour
our burning flesh will blow over
some nightmare sea

daylight won't find a trace
where heaven finds us
living eyes won't find a sign
where peace will hear our prayers
 
Re: Memories of Elliott Smith

> Anecdpte time: One of my big regrets was not actually saying hello to
> Elliott Smith. I passed him on the stairs at ULU a few years back I
> suppose it was now. He was coming down as as I was going up.. A slight
> man, looking like aan American Badly drawn Boy.. To this day, I wanted to
> shake his hand and say 'thanks'.. but the moment passed oh too quickly.

> He played to a rapt audience.. acoustic on a stool.. Between everty song
> enthusaistic applause followed by reverential silence.

> I saw hi twice more.. At teh RFH at one of the Meltdowns I think it was..
> and then a memorable helter skelter drive down to Brighton in the Autumn
> of 2000 (agian, I think) where I ahve the poster ripped from the wall of
> the place carefully preserved. I maty stick it in my hall, like an art
> gallery as it is.. a fitting tribute? well, my tribute anyway.
> Ruffian
> PS, 'Junk Bond Trader'= sublime..
Ruffian, wow, you're a fortunate one, I never had the pleasure of seeing him live....:( I was very surprised when I'd heard he'd committed suicide. (this was after Figure 8 came out, I think. Yes, that would be a very appropriate tribute. Poor soul. I never knew much about his life, only that his music was/is brilliant. "Junk Bond Trader" YES, I concur, sublime. I just wonder what made him veer off into that direction. He will be very missed, by you and I anyway.
 
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