No more lockdown No more threats No more Imperial College Scientists Making up crooked facts No more lockdown No more pulling the wool over our eyes No more celebrities telling us Telling us what we’re supposed to feel — Van Morrison, “No More Lockdown” Read more →
EppsNet Archive: Songs
Wanna Get It Right This Time
Well, sorrow is an angel that Comes to you in blue light Then shows you what is wrong with you To see if you’ll set it right And I’ve fucked up so many times in my life Wanna get it right this time — Poi Dog Pondering, “Complicated” Read more →
Closer to Fine
And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains There’s more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine — Indigo Girls, “Closer to fine” Read more →
Playlists for Pandemics
Come take a walk on the wild side Come kiss me hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane So, choose your last words, this is the last time ‘Cause you and I, we were born to die — Lana Del Rey, “Born to Die” Read more →
Playlists for Pandemics
But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell I know right now you can’t tell But stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see A different side of me I’m not crazy, I’m just a little impaired I know right now you don’t care But soon enough you’re gonna think of me And how I used to be — Matchbox Twenty, “Unwell” Read more →
Wandering Boy
I hope he’s warm and I hope he’s dry And that a strangers eye is a friendly eye And I hope he has someone close by his side And I hope that he’ll come home Where is my wandering boy tonight? Where is my wandering boy? If you see him, tell him everything is alright Push him towards the light Where is my wandering boy? — Randy Newman, “Wandering Boy” Read more →
The Myth of Fingerprints
Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says, “There’s no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I’ve seen them all and, man, They’re all the same” — Paul Simon, “All Around the World or the Myth of Fingerprints” Read more →
Lover of Life, Singer of Songs
I know the lyrics to a lot of songs . . . not current hits so much but if we’re listening to an oldies type of radio station, which we, the Epps family, are doing in the car right now, I pretty much know every song they play. “I should be a singer,” I announce. “I would have a tremendous repertoire of songs.” “But you can’t sing,” my son says. “Hmmm . . . that’s a legitimate point that I don’t really have an answer for.” Read more →
Singing the Song from the Heart, Without Any Accoutrements, Without Any Production
The whole idea of a singer-songwriter singing the song from the heart, singing a song that means something to them and actually singing a song that’s good enough to stand up on its own without any accoutrements, without any production, without any machines supporting it, without any formulated beats, without any computer making sure that all the rhythms are justified so that everything is perfect, you take all those things away and put a great song there with a great performance, even if it’s not by the greatest vocalists in the world or the greatest guitar player or instrumentalist in the world, if that person is believing what they’re singing and it’s truly there and the song is great and the song is written from a real place, then the song’s going to resonate with anybody who wants to listen to it. — Neil Young Read more →