Ian Napier

Entries categorized as ‘Lyrics’

Float On

19 December, 2008 · 1 Comment

I backed my car into a cop car, the other day
Well he just drove off, sometimes life’s ok
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh what did I say
Well you just laughed it off, it was all ok

And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on any way, well

A fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam
It was worth it just to learn some sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes don’t you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans
We both got fired on exactly the same day
Well we’ll float on good news is on the way

And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on, ok
And we’ll all float on, alright
Already we’ll all float on
No, don’t you worry, we’ll all float on
Alright, I’m ready, we’ll all float on
Alright, don’t worry, we’ll all float on

Alright alright(already) we’ll all float on
Alright already we’ll all float on
Alright don’t worry even if things end up a bit too heavy
We’ll all float on…alright
Already we’ll all float on
Alright already we’ll all float on, ok
Don’t worry we’ll all float on
Even if things get heavy, we’ll all float on

Alright already we’ll all float on
(Alright)
Don’t you worry we’ll all float on
(Alright)
All float on…

- Modest Mouse-

Categories: Lyrics

Hymn to the Spirit That Lives Within My Soul

16 December, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Home to Missoula,
Home to Truckee,
Home to Opelousas,
Ain’t no home for me.
Home in old Medora,
Home in Wounded Knee,
Home in Ogallala,
Home I’ll never be,

-    Jack Kerouac, On the Road, p 243

Categories: Lyrics · excerpt · journal · poetry

perhaps a bokonon hymn?

11 August, 2008 · Leave a Comment

“In his ‘Fifty-third Calyso,’ Bokonon invites us to sing along with him:

Oh, a sleeping drunkard

Up in Central Park,

And a lion-hunter

In the jungle dark,

And a Chinese dentist,

And a British queen-

All fit together

In the same machine.

Nice, nice, very nice;

Nice, nice, very nice;

Nice, nice, very nice-

So many different people

In the same device.”

Kurt Vonnegut – Cat’s Cradle (p3)

Categories: Lyrics · daily meditations · inquisition · poetry · quote