songs that begin with W
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sabSee the previous entry for songs that begin with B, lemme know if you need a re-up.
These are YSI links all, and mp3s most.
Waiting Around To Die, The Be Good Tanyas. Husky slide guitar jailhouse blues that's sort of miserably sexy and groovy. The posse caught up with me / and drug me back to Muskogee / It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die.
Waltz for Eva and Che, from Evita. This one gets a lot of play around here at Shoemoney Haus. It's sort of like historical fanfiction, with waltzing, and it's great because it's true! Sorta. So go if you're able / to somewhere unstable / and stay there! / Whip up your hate / in some toddering state / but not here, dear / is that clear, dear?
Wasted One, Cary Brothers. Trippy folk-pop from the FOZB who brought us "Blue Eyes." I like this song better. The first half is sort of trip-indie-folk and ambles along, until it crashes into the second half, sort if proto-U2 Europop. This is a soul who's not afraid to run!
We Belong Together, Rickie Lee Jones. Live and acoustic from "Naked Songs," though I actually prefer the studio track and don't have it. The live version is phenomenal also, though, just whisperier, huskier, that quintessential RLJ back-when-we-was-cool, young-lions-on-the-lam testimonial over a haunting piano melody. The piano intro/closing is one of my favorite pieces of music out there. Now Johnny the king walks these streets without her in the rain / looking for a leather jacket and a girl who wrote her name / "Forever"
We Beseech Thee, from Godspell. The Stephen Schwartz version of the Gospel According to ALW's see me touch me heal me Christ! song. Here entirely for its incredibly satisfying triumphant boppiness. Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom chick chick!
Whale & Wasp, Alice in Chains. This is instrumental, listen to the whaling and wasping! This is what would happen if a whale and a wasp started an emo band.
What's He Building, Tom Waits. If you haven't heard it yet, you don't know. And what's that sound from underneath the door? / He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor. / And I swear to god I heard someone moaning, low.
When Sal's Burned Down, Dar Williams. For the Connecticut conspiracy theorists in all of us. Sal's was the bar Dar used to hang out in when she was at Wesleyan, the one place where undergrads could get drunk side by side with professors and proudly. Till Sal's burned down. The mob's gone too, the only sign of them left / is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob / 'cause there ain't no cowboys in this Connecticut town / no, not anymore, not since Sal's burned down.
Winter,, Joshua Radin. This track, by another FOZB, was used to close Scrubs' "My Screwup." You remember. But I don't have to make this mistake / and I don't have to stay this way / If only I would wait...
Winter Song, Crash Test Dummies. Remember this, circa 1991? Think alt-country in Brad Roberts' door-creaking basso profundo. The ice that used to shine upon our river / was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath / Here were many years of winter drownings / I kept track of these things as they were told to me.
Winter Wheat, Michelle Shocked. Homesteader blues about a woman working her land alone, now. What would make a man make a promise he can't keep? / The custom cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week / while me on my John Deere would take more than a year / to lay down this harvest of winter wheat.
Wolf at the Door, Patty Larkin. The true story of what happens when you share a stage bill with Joan Jett. Mr. Pig and the Pistols / kissy-kissy baby, this was bizarre / and he huffed and he puffed / and blew me away like a ten-cent cigar.
These are YSI links all, and mp3s most.
Waiting Around To Die, The Be Good Tanyas. Husky slide guitar jailhouse blues that's sort of miserably sexy and groovy. The posse caught up with me / and drug me back to Muskogee / It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die.
Waltz for Eva and Che, from Evita. This one gets a lot of play around here at Shoemoney Haus. It's sort of like historical fanfiction, with waltzing, and it's great because it's true! Sorta. So go if you're able / to somewhere unstable / and stay there! / Whip up your hate / in some toddering state / but not here, dear / is that clear, dear?
Wasted One, Cary Brothers. Trippy folk-pop from the FOZB who brought us "Blue Eyes." I like this song better. The first half is sort of trip-indie-folk and ambles along, until it crashes into the second half, sort if proto-U2 Europop. This is a soul who's not afraid to run!
We Belong Together, Rickie Lee Jones. Live and acoustic from "Naked Songs," though I actually prefer the studio track and don't have it. The live version is phenomenal also, though, just whisperier, huskier, that quintessential RLJ back-when-we-was-cool, young-lions-on-the-lam testimonial over a haunting piano melody. The piano intro/closing is one of my favorite pieces of music out there. Now Johnny the king walks these streets without her in the rain / looking for a leather jacket and a girl who wrote her name / "Forever"
We Beseech Thee, from Godspell. The Stephen Schwartz version of the Gospel According to ALW's see me touch me heal me Christ! song. Here entirely for its incredibly satisfying triumphant boppiness. Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom chick chick!
Whale & Wasp, Alice in Chains. This is instrumental, listen to the whaling and wasping! This is what would happen if a whale and a wasp started an emo band.
What's He Building, Tom Waits. If you haven't heard it yet, you don't know. And what's that sound from underneath the door? / He's pounding nails into a hardwood floor. / And I swear to god I heard someone moaning, low.
When Sal's Burned Down, Dar Williams. For the Connecticut conspiracy theorists in all of us. Sal's was the bar Dar used to hang out in when she was at Wesleyan, the one place where undergrads could get drunk side by side with professors and proudly. Till Sal's burned down. The mob's gone too, the only sign of them left / is on every screen at the multiplex and we go there no prob / 'cause there ain't no cowboys in this Connecticut town / no, not anymore, not since Sal's burned down.
Winter,, Joshua Radin. This track, by another FOZB, was used to close Scrubs' "My Screwup." You remember. But I don't have to make this mistake / and I don't have to stay this way / If only I would wait...
Winter Song, Crash Test Dummies. Remember this, circa 1991? Think alt-country in Brad Roberts' door-creaking basso profundo. The ice that used to shine upon our river / was a mirror that the cold dark water ran way deep beneath / Here were many years of winter drownings / I kept track of these things as they were told to me.
Winter Wheat, Michelle Shocked. Homesteader blues about a woman working her land alone, now. What would make a man make a promise he can't keep? / The custom cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week / while me on my John Deere would take more than a year / to lay down this harvest of winter wheat.
Wolf at the Door, Patty Larkin. The true story of what happens when you share a stage bill with Joan Jett. Mr. Pig and the Pistols / kissy-kissy baby, this was bizarre / and he huffed and he puffed / and blew me away like a ten-cent cigar.
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Date: 2006-05-31 01:12 am (UTC)2. I completely forgot you were asking for the Godspell soundtrack awhile back! If you still need it I can totally rip it for you; unless the fact that you have this song means you got the whole thing elsewhere. (I have the Stephen Schwartz version, too.)
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Date: 2006-05-31 01:16 am (UTC)love! (love!) love! (love!) that draws us lovingly
Date: 2006-05-31 01:21 am (UTC)Also your lj name! I'm seeking girls in sales and marketing.
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Date: 2006-05-31 05:21 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-05-31 08:05 pm (UTC)I'm only at Godspell for the big ensemble numbers. *g* Meanwhile, AWESOME filthly mop water icon!
You should download the Patty Larkin too, if you don't have it, and "What's He Building."
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Date: 2006-05-31 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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