Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlistAlcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a s

Cleaning Out the Rooms - a Harry Du Bois playlistAlcoholism, getting better?, memory loss, being a superstar, The Final Dream, forming political opinions, bad breakups, past transgressions, being a strange and inconsistent being, and persisting despite it all26 songs(r-slur warning for Turnin’ on the Screw - QotSA)including: David Bazan, They Might be Giants, The Mountain Goats, British Sea Power (of course), Queens of the Stone Age, and more.  Full track listing and lyric excerpts under the cut—-Turnin’ on the Screw - Queens of the Stone Age(This is the opening track on Era Vulgaris, seemed like an appropriate opening song / introduction to Harry’s general essence)—-…They say those who can’t just instruct othersAnd act like victims or jilted loversYou can’t lose it if you never had itDisappear, man, do some magicWant a reason? How’s about becauseYou ain’t a has been if you never wasI sound like thisScared to say what is your passionSo slag it all, bitter’s in fashionFear of failure’s all you’ve startedThe jury is in, verdict: r******dI’m so tired, and I’m wired tooI’m a mess; I guess I’m turning on the screw —- Bless this Mess - David Bazan(Harry being a drunk and a general mess, things going in cycles)—- God bless the man who stumblesGod bless the man who fallsGod bless the man who yields to temptationGod bless the woman who suffersGod bless the woman who weepsGod bless the children trying her patienceTrouble getting over itIs what you’re in forSo pour yourself another‘Cause it’ll take a steady pair of handsHoly or unholy ghostWell now I can’t tell, but either way you cut itYou should get some distance if you plan to take a standGod bless the house dividedGod bless the weeds in the wheatGod bless the lamp hid under a bushelI discovered hell to be the poison in the wellSo I tried to warn the others of the curseBut then my body turned on meI dreamt that for eternity My family would burn Then I awoke with a wicked thirst —- Don’t Sit Down Cause I’ve Moved Your Chair - Arctic Monkeys(general Harry vibe.  off-kilter)—- Break a mirror, roll the dice…Find a well-known hard man and start a fightWear your shell suit on bonfire nightFill in a circular hole with a peg that’s squareBut just don’t sit down 'cause I’ve moved your chair…Bite the lightning and tell me how it tastesKung fu fighting on your roller skatesDo the Macarena in the devil’s lairBut just don’t sit down 'cause I’ve moved your chair—- I’ve Been Seeing Things - They Might be Giants(feels very Harry’s detecting style, surreal happenstance)—- I’ve been seeing thingsI’ve been seeing thingsDon’t have answers butI’ve got lots of questionsCarpool’s up, someone gets outHand someone else a violin caseI’m trying not to let them see me looking at themBut I’m pretty sure there was a dollar signKeep your eyes peeled and you’ll see stuffWhich at first seems like unimportant irrelevant thingsCan’t just ask some perfect stranger“What are you hiding in your violin case?”Shadow them at a distance insteadTry to get inside their headWhere’d they go now (Where’d they go now)I got distracted (I got distracted)Begging me to stay (Begging me to stay)Wearing a disguise (Wearing a disguise)That lady (That lady)Must have ditched the kid (Must have ditched the kid)Hidge the down (Hidge the down) [???]What’s she up to now? (What’s she up to now?)Trembling cold by the airport roadWatching them stack containers in rowsSeagulls, helicopter, windblown trashSomething doesn’t add upI’ve been seeing thingsI’ve been seeing thingsNo one asks butI’m packing all kinds of attentionLater I’m watching a news reportCamera pans across a crime sceneUnremarked upon detailEmpty violin caseOkay maybe not the same caseDifferent material, different colorStill you have to wonderAm I the only one who knowsI’ve been seeing things —- Music is the Victim - Scissor Sisters(breakup Harry.  drug-addled disco Harry)—- I left my heart in San FransiscoIt’s at some motherfucking discoThe people there where dancin’ on itAnd that’s including Ms. MatronicHell if music is the victim then so am IOf lovin’ and a cheatin’ the snake gon’ biteI beg and I scream and I cuss and I cryIf music is the victim then so am IOf your bad funMoney’s all gone but you need someLover’s on the phone but they got noneDaddy ain’t home from the dog runAnd you’re riding through the city with a shotgunI left my bag in PasadenaWhere all them girls was doin’ TinaThem bitches sure were crunked up on itI said I’d rather smoke some chronicHell if music is the victim then so am IOf lovin’ and a cheatin’ the snake gon’ biteI beg and I scream and I cuss and I cryIf music is the victim then so am I —- Down to Your Soul - Right Away, Great Captain!(about the Final Dream and pre-game Harry)—- And I see things I actually don’t see.I knew it wasn’t actually you a few feet from my reach.I looked into your eyes and I began to lose my teeth,And I felt you were dreaming the same thing.And I know you don’t know what I’m capable ofBut if you give me just one more minute I’m sureThat you would be shaking right down to your soulAnd I’d hope that the fear of the lord brings me home.I’m a man in a body of water so tallCould swallow you whole and forget where he’s goingBut I carved a map in the back of my armDon’t worry I’m coming homeI said don’t worry cause I’m coming home —- No Surprises - Radiohead(suicidal harry, pre-game.  Maybe immediately before the game.  A little Big Communism Builder)—- A heart that’s full up like a landfillA job that slowly kills youBruises that won’t healYou look so tired, unhappyBring down the governmentThey don’t, they don’t speak for usI’ll take a quiet lifeA handshake of carbon monoxideAnd no alarms and no surprises…This is my final fitMy final bellyache…No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here) —- Cleaning Out the Rooms - British Sea Power(The instrumental part seems to have been used / referenced for a background music track.  And also the name of that one thought project. as expected, it fits beautifully.  Wake up in a new life, down by the seaside.  Cleaning out the rooms.  She’ll be coming soon.)—- Where life is good in a waySwept away upon our hearts, in cold coal ceremonialOn a rainy day, hang it upGet the vacuum and suck it inCleaning out the rooms, I’ll clean it upDark cloud, drifting out of viewI’ll never know, she’ll be coming soon, that is allI’ll wake up in a new life, ship shape and shoe shineCleaning out the rooms, I’ll clean it upShe’ll be coming soonDrifting into view, way in the west, white cloudIf everybody knew, I never knew, she’ll be coming soonI’ll wake up in a new life, down by the seasideIn a new life, down by the seasideCleaning out the room, I’ll clean it upDark clouds, she’ll be coming soonDown the chimney, out the window, that is all —- In the Morning of the Magicians - The Flaming Lips(waking up with no memory, but bad vibes)—- In the morning I awakeAnd I couldn’t rememberWhat is love and what is hateThe calculations errorOh, what is love and what is hate?And why does it matter?Is to love just a waste?And how can it matter?Oh…As the dawn began to breakI had to surrenderThe universe will have its wayToo powerful to master —- Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads(Huh??  What’s happening??  same as it ever was, same as it ever was)—- And you may ask yourself, “How do I work this?”And you may ask yourself, “Where is that large automobile?”And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful house”And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful wife”…Same as it ever was, same as it ever wasSame as it ever was, same as it ever was …And you may ask yourself, “What is that beautiful house?”And you may ask yourself, “Where does that highway go to?”And you may ask yourself, “Am I right? Am I wrong?”And you may say to yourself, “My God! What have I done?” —- Don’t Change - David Bazan(alcoholism, cycles of wanting to get better, depression, slipping in to old coping mechanisms, plus a little bit in here about dreams.  This is a song for if Harry continues partying after the memory wipe, I suppose)—- He seems niceYou met him once or twiceBut you wonder what he’s likeWhen he’s soberThen againYou hear he has no friendsJust people that he spinsTo do him favorsWhen he wakes up in the morning he tells himselfToday I’ll make a changeBut falling into his bed at night he thinksMan it was a beautiful day to stay the sameI’m so deepThat only in my sleepDo the secrets that I keepFloat to the surfaceSo I hold them downTill they don’t make a soundLike they accidentally drownedExcept on purposeAnd when I wake up in the morning I tell myselfToday I’ll make a changeBut falling into my bed at night I thinkMan it was a beautiful day to stay the same —- Airbag - Radiohead(born again, back to save the universe)—- In the next world warIn a jackknifed juggernautI am born againIn the neon sign scrolling up and downI am born againIn an interstellar burstI am back to save the universeIn a deep, deep sleep of the innocentI am born againIn a fast German carI’m amazed that I survivedAn airbag saved my lifeIn an interstellar burstI am back to save the universe —- A Comet Appears - The Shins(puppeting a man-body around pretending to be a living thing. drinking, depression)—-One hand on this wily cometTake a drink just to give me some weightSome uber-man I’d makeI’m barely a vaporThey shone a chlorine light onA host of individual sinsLet’s carve my aging face offFetch us a knifeStart with my eyesDown so the linesForm a grimacing smileClose your eyes to corral a virtueIs this fooling anyone else?Never worked so long and hardTo cement a failure —- The Communists Have the Music - They Might be Giants(Big Communism Builder, but especially Harry’s shallow understanding of Communism.  Party-boy communist)—- I got handed an Ayn Rand sandwichStraight from the can, it tasted so blandI asked a lass to pass me a glassOf Engels’ Conditions of the Working ClassRight away they dragged me to the committeeTo explain my un-American activityThey’re gonna see they made a mistakeIf they’d only let me play my mixtapeI’m not partial to the martialOr the plutocrats, in their beaver hatsAnd the fascists have the outfitsBut I don’t care for the outfitsWhat I care about is musicAnd the communists have the music —- Harlem Roulette - The Mountain Goats(Harry thinking about Guillame le Million?  Generally: that vibe of secret, maybe supranatural machinations happening just outside your field of view.  A kinda lonely, pensive vibe, sprinkled with past drug use, driving…memory)—- Unknown engines underneath the citySteam pushing up in billows through the gratesFrankie Lymon’s tracking “Seabreeze” in a studio in HarlemIts 1968.Just a pair of tunes to hammer out.Everybody’s off the clock by 10:00.The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you’re never going to see again.Feels so free when I hit the avenue.Nothing like a New York summer night.Every dream’s a good dream,Even awful dreams are good dreams,If you’re doing it right.Remember soaring higher than a cloud.Get pretty sentimental now and then.The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you’re never going to see again.And four hours north of Portland, a radio flips on.And some no one from the future remembers that you’re gone.Armies massing in the dusky distance.Ghosted in the ribbon microphone.Leave a little mark on something, maybe,Take the secret circuit home.Nothing in the shadows but the shadow hands.Reaching out to sad, young, frightened men.The loneliest people in the whole wide world are the ones you’re never going to see again. —- Suture up Your Future - Queens of the Stone Age(Harry’s gonna fix his mess)—- I’m gon’ suture up my futureI ain’t jaded, I just hate itSee, I been down too longIt’s kinda hard to explainBurned and buried, all I carried…Tried explaining unexplainedGot caught in the planAll this talking at onceI’ve been giving my love awayTo the things that tear it apartI’m gonna suture up my future —- Lampshades on Fire - Modest Mouse(Harry trashing his body / having already trashed his body, just kinda a Harry-vibe song)—- …Well, the lampshade’s on fire when the lights go outThis is what I really call a party nowWell, fear makes us really, really run aroundA-this one’s done so where to now?Our eyes light up, we have no shame at allWell, you all know what I’m talking aboutThe room lights up, but we’re still dancing aroundWe’re having fun, having some fun nowPack up again, head to the next placeWhere we’ll make the same mistakesOpen one up and let it fall to the groundPile out the door when it all runs out…As our feelings are getting hurtOh, we want you to do the workOur ass looks great inside these jeansWell, we want just our water cleanWell, this is how it’s always beenAnd this is how it’s going to beSo you just move on —- Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes(Harry “can-opener” du Bois.  Talking to the skills, solving things, detecting, generally being a terrifying force of nature / the pale)—- I’m gonna fight 'em allA seven nation army couldn’t hold me backThey’re gonna rip it offTaking their time right behind my backAnd I’m talking to myself at nightBecause I can’t forgetBack and forth through my mindBehind a cigaretteAnd the message coming from my eyesSays, “Leave it alone”Don’t wanna hear about itEvery single one’s got a story to tellEveryone knows about itFrom the Queen of England to the Hounds of HellAnd if I catch it coming back my wayI’m gonna serve it to youAnd that ain’t what you want to hearBut that’s what I’ll doAnd the feeling coming from my bonesSays, “Find a home” —- Body of Years - Mother Mother(Harry’s past that follows him, Harry’s half-decomposed body that marks the years of abuse it’s been through)—- All the remains of a cadaver of daysI keep hidden away, keep them there just in caseI wanna visit that placeBlow the dust from the bonesOff a body of years that I leave all aloneJust a body of yearsSee the skin disappearsAnd the blood turns to stoneIn a body of years now a pile of bonesLike a sheet of veneerEach a piece of my soulIt’s a body of years that I leave all aloneIt’s Just a body of years, now a pile of bonesYou knowOld soul who falls downCan’t stop trippin’ on theseOld roads I go downGet back up and get my foot in the doorAnd my face on the pageMake my mark in the worldWith a bat and a bladeIt’s a body of work that you can’t ever changeLike a body of years that you take to your graveIt’s just a body of years that I leave all aloneIt’s just a body of years, now a pile of bonesLike a sheet of veneerEach a piece of my soul —- The Cap-m - They Might be Giants(just a Harry vibe song)—- When I talk you keep looking away from me'Cause you probably think that I’m high on potBut I’m not, I’m notLook me over, I’m the Cap’mYou say it’s such a jokeBut I don’t see you laughingPeople seem to think you can’t be called the Cap’mUnless you drive a boatWell, I don’tI don’tLook me over, I’m the Cap’mGo ahead and mess with meYou’ll find out what will happ’m…Did you say what I think you just saidMy hat looks good on me?I agree, I agreeLook me over, I’m the Cap’mYou act like it’s a jokeBut I don’t see you laughing —- Broke - Modest Mouse(oops!  all mistakes.  Broke it all.  Want to forget it but can’t)—- Broke account, so I broke a sweatI’ve bought some things that I sort of regret about nowBroke my pace and ran out of timeSometimes I’m so full of shit that it should be a crimeBroke a promise 'cause my car broke downSuch a classic excuse it should be bronze by nowBroke your glasses, but it broke the iceYou said that I was an asshole and I paid the priceBroken hearts want broken necksI’ve done some things that I’d love to forget, but I can’tBroke up, and I’m relieved somehowIt’s the end of the discussions that just go 'round and 'roundAnd 'round, and 'round, and 'round…It was like everything was evidence of broken timeYou’re living on fancy wineYou’ll drink that turpentineYou’re starting conversationsYou don’t even know the topic —- Spent Gladiator 2 - The Mountain Goats(Defiantly alive)—- Like a spent gladiator,Crawling in the coliseum dust.Who can count on his remaining limbs,All the people he can trust.Like the one who stands behind him,Cheering him on.Ecstatic when he stands defiant,Wild with abandon when he’s gone.Just stay alive.Keep your eyes on the pay line.Like a village on the step,About to get collectivized.When the men emerge with rifles from the haystack,Everybody looks surprised.Like the mice in the forgotten grain,Way up on the top shelf.Like someone who’s found a small town to escape to,Keeps one eye on his abandoned, former self.Stay in the game.Just try to play through the pain.Like a fighter who’s been told its finally time for him to quit.Show up in shining colors,And then stand there and get hit.Like the clock that ticks in Dresden,When the whole town’s been destroyed.Like the nagging flash of insight,You’re always desperate to avoid.Like the bloody-knuckled gunman,Still stationed at the breach.Like that board game with the sliders,And the children on the beach.Stay alive.Maybe spit some blood at the camera.Just stay alive.Stay forever alive. —- You Only Live Once - The Strokes(just general Harry, talking about the skills, choices you can make, what kind of cop you can be)—- Twenty-nine different attributesOnly seven that you like, oh-ohTwenty ways to see the world, ohAnd twenty ways to start a fight, oh…And countless odd religions tooIt doesn’t matter which you choose, oh, noOne stubborn way to turn your back, ohThis I’ve tried and now refuse, ohOh don’t, don’t, don’t get upI can’t see the sunshineOh, I’ll be waiting for you, baby'Cause I’m throughSit me downShut me upI’ll calm downAnd I’ll get along with you —- Pork and Beans - Weezer(Superstar Cop)—- They say I need some rogaine to put in my hairWork it out at the gym to fit my underwearOakley makes the shades to transform a toolYou’d hate for the kids to think that you’ve lost your coolI'ma do the things that I wanna doI ain’t got a thing to prove to youI’ll eat my candy with the pork and beansExcuse my manners if I make a sceneI ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you likeI’m fine and dandy with the me insideOne look in the mirror and I’m tickled pinkI don’t give a hoot about what you thinkEveryone likes to dance to a happy songWith a catchy chorus and beat so they can sing alongTimbaland knows the way to reach the top of the chartsMaybe if I work with him I can perfect the artI'ma do the things that I wanna doI ain’t got a thing to prove to youI’ll eat my candy with the pork and beansExcuse my manners if I make a sceneI ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you likeI’m fine and dandy with the me insideOne look in the mirror and I’m tickled pinkI don’t give a hoot about what you thinkNo, I don’t careI don’t care —- Freaks - Surf Curse(head filled with skills, The Final Dream)—- Don’t kill me just help me run awayFrom everyone I need a place to stayWhere I can cover up my faceDon’t cry, I am just a freakI am just a freak(x3)My head is filled with parasitesBlack holes cover up my eyesI dream of you almost every nightHopefully I won’t wake up this timeI won’t wake up this time(x3) —- The Smallest Church in Sussex - British Sea Power(oh yeah this is mandatory)—- -- source link

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