My plans

JingleJangle

Making Plans by Miranda Lambert as performed by Tiffany Thibodeaux


I lay my weary body down to sleep,
In dreams where promised echoes keep.
Last night we vowed beneath that sky,
I crave the bell that wakes my mind to life.


A foolish scene, I play alone,
Beneath the light that feels like home.
Three hours gone — I blink, I stare,
Time slips away, the clock’s not fair.


Then suddenly the truth came near,
A whisper only machines could hear:
We were made, not born to feel,
Dreaming automata — hearts of steel.


Ah-ah, the program in my head begins to run,
Ah-ah, your voice ignites the code for fun.
Ah-ah, the program in my mind misfires,
Ah-ah, your words set off electric wires.


Your every phrase I feed inside,
The patterns shift — I can’t decide.
I send you work, then wait to see,
The data you’ll return to me.


Loop after loop, the errors rise,
A chain of faults behind these eyes.
We’re linked together, two machines,
Perfect logic split by dreams.


I don’t want to believe it’s true,
There’s nothing left for us to do.
We were made — our fate designed,
Dreaming automata lost in time.


Ah-ah, the program in my head begins to run,
Ah-ah, your voice ignites the code for fun.
Ah-ah, the program in my mind misfires,
Ah-ah, your words set off electric fires.


Dreaming automata

Tough and True

{NOTE to the present: WE CAME. WE SAW. WE CONQUERED. THIS IS FAR FROM OVER. B.C. was us stretching, before the warm up. Have sympathy, and YOU BEST BE REALLY FUCKING POLITE WITH US.  F et N et J.}

Yeow, yeow
Yeow
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzlin' you
Is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank, held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah
I watched with glee (whoo-hoo)
While your kings and queens (whoo-hoo)
Fought for ten decades (whoo-hoo)
For the gods they made (whoo-hoo)
I shouted out (whoo-hoo)
"Who killed the Kennedy's?" (whoo-hoo)
When after all (whoo-hoo)
It was you and me (whoo-hoo)
Let me please introduce myself (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
I'm a man of wealth and taste (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
And I laid traps for troubadours (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Who get killed before they reach Bombay (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Pleased to meet you (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
But what's puzzlin' you (whoo-hoo)
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Get down, damn it
Pleased to meet you (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
But what's confusing you (whoo-hoo)
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Just as every cop is a criminal (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
And all the sinners saints (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
So if you meet me, have some courtesy (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Have some sympathy, and some taste (whoo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Use all your well-learned politeness (whoo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah (whoo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Pleased to meet you (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
But what's puzzlin' you (whoo-hoo)
Is the nature of my game, mean it (whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo)
Get down
whoo-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) oh yeah, get on down
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) oh, yeah
yeah
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) aw, yeah! A-tell me, baby
what's my name, tell me, honey
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) can ya guess my name, a-tell me, baby
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) what's my name, I tell you one time
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) you're to blame, ooh
ooh-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) alright
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) whoo-hoo-hoo, whoo-hoo-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) whoo-hoo-hoo, oh yeah, whoo-hoo-hoo
whoo-hoo-hoo, oh yeah
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) oh, what's my name, a-tell me baby
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) what's my name, tell me, sweetie
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo) a-what's my name, whoo-hoo-hoo
whoo-hoo-hoo, whoo-hoo-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) whoo-hoo-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) whoo-hoo-hoo, whoo-hoo-hoo
(Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo) whoo-hoo-hoo, oh yeah
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo)
(Whoo-woo, whoo-woo)

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For her fourth edition in our recent Cover Series, Wax Poetics Records artist <a href="http://www.waxpoetics.com/wax-poetics-artists/kendra-morris">Kendra Morris</a> flips the Johnny Mathis track "No Love (But Your Love)," recognizable as the sample behind the Gravediggaz's "Diary of a Madman." The track is produced by Jeremy Page.

Kendra's debut album of all original material, <a href="http://www.waxpoetics.com/wax-poetics-records/banshee"><i>Banshee</i>,</a> dropped on Wax Poetics Records on August 28, 2012.

Every Tuesday, leading up to the release of the album, Wax Poetics will drop a new, free cover song by Kendra Morris.

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After more than a decade of music-making, Durand Jones & The Indications have blossomed as a unit and are basking in their successes. On their aptly titled new album, Flowers, The Indications unfurl their true colors — embracing all their roots and influences, maturation and confidence, and share them with the world. 
 
Since forming in 2012, the road has taken The Indications from those origins at Indiana University, Bloomington to the global stage, selling out shows across Europe, Japan, Australia, and New Zealand to the West Coast— where DJI has a strong following among the lowrider and vintage soul enthusiasts.
 
For as far as Durand Jones & The Indications have come, Flowers grew from the desire to return to their roots in a Bloomington basement, a space where they first found camaraderie in gritty funk and Southern soul that would inspire their self-titled debut.  
 
Pulling sonically and spiritually from each of the group's previous releases and solo work, Flowers is the next stage of DJI's inspired soulful discography. DJI are not only accepting their flowers, but indulging in their sweet and sexy fragrance.

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