The Black Keys (and the White Stripes) bring a needed sense of accountability return to rock music with a stripped down sound, it is very clear who plays what in almost any Black Keys post. You just do not have that many people really rock.

Check out this clip & Lyrics of "tightening up", a song by Black Keys' latest album "Brothers". Why would LeBron James ever consider leaving Ohio, when it is churning out music like this?

I wanted love
I needed love
Most of all
Most of all
Someone said true love was dead
And I'm bound to fall
Bound to fall for you
Oh what can I do

Take my badge
But my heart remains
Loving you, baby child
Tighten up on you reins
Your runnin wild
Runnin wild
It's true

Sick for days
So many ways
Im achin now
Achin now
Its times like these I need relief
Please show me how
Oh show me how
To get right
Yeah it's outta sight

When I was young
And movin fast
Nothin slowed me down
Oh slowed me down
Now I let the others pass
I've come around
Oh come around
Cause I've found...

Living just to keep going
Goin just to be sane
All the while not knowin
It's such a shame

I dont need to get steady
I know just how I feel
I'm tellin you to be ready
My dear

Justin Bieber - So sick Lyrics
Mmmm mmm yeah
Do do do do do do do-do
Ohh Yeah

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I’m alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can’t come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it’s ridiculous)
It’s been months
And for some reason I just
(can’t get over us)
And I’m stronger than this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin round
With my head down
I’m so over being blue
Cryin over you

And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calender I have
That’s marked July 15th
Because since there’s no more you
There’s no more anniversary
I’m so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
I’m letting go
Turning off the radio

Cuz I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)

Said I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)

And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin’ you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)
Why can’t I turn off the radio?

Sweeping the leg Johnny was a Chicago-based math rock band existed from 1996 to 2002. The name comes from a line in the movie Karate Kid. Sweeping the leg Johnny was front saxophonist and vocalist Steve Sostak, decided to form a band after a meeting with Chris Daly of the University of Notre Dame.

Though you can give no more inspiring false security
I've got the reason to alter belief
Selfish paintings diamonds mutilate
You can't erase the way I'm unappreciated

But I can't sleep tonight
Embrace of the drink
Be hollow, swallow the pain
Splitting the fields
All the noise agitates

The stars have not aligned in your favor
Cross the line of obscenity

Ignoring the signs
The smoke in your eyes
Carelessly

Look to find a way, to love all the past promises, to keep you washed away.

Sever the ties
Broken by the black and white
Now fade away

The stars have not aligned in your favor
Cross the line of obscenity

Ignoring the signs
The smoke in your eyes
Carelessly

Look to find a way, to love all the past promises, to keep you washed away.

Laid in the ground
Were lost far beyond the clouds
Staring in the darks of hell, it's me.

Along the edge of belief
A heart always in the stars will never fade

Decay in the ground
Were lost far beyond the clouds
Pray in the dark for now
Prey on the sounds
And silence the darks around
Reach for a spark of doubt alive

Subculture Stereo was formed in 2007 and went through many line up changes, which now consists of Dillon, Dave, Ted and Chris. Stereo subculture has played in several locations in Western Mass and CT, and has received radio and podcast play. The band has released an EP, a full-length demo, and has been featured on two compilations. The title song "Celebrity" will be presented at the upcoming Scratch Sampler.


"Shrapnel City" Lyrics Here

Wake up to the Shrapnel City
Walk down the street what a pity

Walk up the stairs cause its all there
The open door ain't so bad to bare
When your wirings loose in your privateer
Back in the world and times run out
Nobody knows what it's all about
The floor is opening we're falling south

Rituals and candles burning
don't worry baby we're only flirting
When we're faced with death and defeat
Blood pumping solid concrete

Walk up the stairs cause its all there
The open door ain't so bad to bare
When your wirings loose in your privateer
Back in the world and times run out
Nobody knows what it's all about
The floor is opening we're falling south

Walk up the stairs cause its all there
The open door ain't so bad to bare
When your wirings loose in your privateer
Back in the world and times run out
Nobody knows what it's all about
The floor is opening we're falling south

Ke alboroto train conmigo,
como les esta calando,.
en el negocio de grandes la senora
esta rifando,.ay me traen de boca en boca
kieren kitarme del mando todos publican mi nombre
muchos con malas noticias ya no ayan como
kemarme mientras me muero de risa
siganme dando mas fama.. yo los miro de
aca arriba sigan moviendo las jetas la saliva
estan tirando sigan poniendome peros sigan buscandome el clavo buskenle asta ke se
encuentren
los ovarios ke me kargo,..son ovarios de playa larga... dicen ke viene la jefa miren como estoy temblando,.no se de kien seran jefas si nadie les hace caso y las ke dicen ser reinas son de un pueblo abandonado, si fue el senor de los cielos el ke me puso en el puesto no me kitaran de en medio eso yo si se lo apuesto la senora esta rifando y me voy cuando yo kiero no le busken apeste al gas si saven ke van ayarle pa ke se meten conmigo si no me meto con nadie si kerian ke contestara ahora vamos a atorarle sigan moviendo las jetas la saliva estan tirando sigan poniendome peros sigan buscandome el clavo buskenle asta ke se encuentren los ovarios ke me cargo.... y grandotes..