Koand - When I Was Cruel

Let’s check out another selection from Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

"When I Was Cruel No. 1" lyrics

Did you talk your way out of this?
Did someone flip your switch?
Now there is only right or wrong
Can you tell which is which?

But it was so much easier
When I was cruel

Why did you leave your happy home?
Why did you travel far abroad?
So you could sleep with strangers?
You must have heard just how absurd
The words poured out of you, you fraud
I guess you don't know what pain is

So dont pretend you're innocent
Do I look like your fool?
I guess you have forgotten
When I was cruel

Oh, when I was cruel, I could make you so unhappy
Lonely cowards followed me like ghouls
And you liked me too, when I was cruel
Oh, you know you did

But if you should feel anything, a signal from within
Go back in your laboratory and try to dial it in
And if you should feel anything, a signal from without
Abandon your dreams of vengence

So don't protest your innocence
The truth is hard to judge
Perhaps you have forgetten when
I had a grudge

Oh, but I was cruel and I would make you very sorry
Lonely cowards followed me like ghouls
And you liked me too, when I was cruel
Oh, you know you did

Koand - The Stations Of The Cross

We are continuing to take a closer look at Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube. Learn more about the stations of the cross here.

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They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
I'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross

The Stations Of The Cross Lyrics

The tempest blows up from a squall
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience
Into the Gulf of the Cauldron
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of a slattern

Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small
Outside the wind is punching
There's no one left to hear it
No one hears the bell ring
Except the one who comes to fear it
And they continue to brawl

He's buying his way into heaven I suppose
He weeps at the blows
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
He turns the dial slowly
Through the Stations of the Cross

Crowd done up dandy
In diamonds and finery
Baying and howling
All bloodlusty calling
Fists like pistons
Faces like meat spoiling
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys haul

Later that evening
Molly and her gunman
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge
Saying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon"

The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come
Then blows them all to the hereafter
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view?
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue?

They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
They'll turn the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross

The gale of hale laughter
Scales up the ivory
The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor
Die away breathless
Diminishing behind her
Haul boys haul, bully-boys haul

The water came up to the eaves
You'd think someone had opened a valve
It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary

They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose
Before the gates are closed
But down in a location that we cannot disclose
I'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross

Koand - Stripping Paper

Here's a pony and a toy balloon
Behind the vine that withered all too soon
Here's the pencil of a measuring mark
And the monsters you spied in the dark
Now I got no place in her heart
Let me go back to the start

Stripping Paper Lyrics

I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
It's amazing what you will find stripping paper
When you get down to the past

Back then we didn't have means for fine decorations
So we painted while mixing wine
With flirtation
There in the mess of it all
He took me right there in the thrill
Not quite against my will
With my back to rococo-wall
We slipped right down to the floor

I can't close the door
He complimented my taste
I anointed his serious face
With wallpaper paste
I wish we could laugh like that now
But what seemed to follow
What ended up hollow was our vow

Tear a strip or two
See what what came not much later
Here's a pony and a toy balloon
Behind the vine that withered all too soon
Here's the pencil of a measuring mark
And the monsters you spied in the dark
Now I got no place in her heart
Let me go back to the start

I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
I got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper
I've got time on my hands
I'm just stripping paper

Napoleon Letter To Hortense, 19 Fructidor

He admires her and he is anxious to see her happy and he throws digs at his brother Louis, her husband. The husband he pushed her into marrying so she would be attached to him and she’d be mother of his heirs.

Learn more about Napoleon here.

The Smiths - Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

"Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want" Lyrics

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had can make a good man turn bad
So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want this time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had can make a good man bad
So, for once in my life, let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time
Lord knows it would be the first time

Koand & The Roots - SUGAR Won’t Work

Yet another selection from Koand’s 21st century playlist on YouTube.

"Sugar Won't Work" Lyrics

Lightning Up!
And shake the ground

Is that a horn that's blowing?
Or a bell that's tolling?
Walls are falling
Ships pulled out from their mooring
Is that a river or just a road the storm has stolen?

And this will predict the times these signs will bring
Me and my stupid heart
We were never apart
But now sugar won't work

Lightning Up!
And fly the coop
Far from this tin-pan alley oop
Did you think I was your dupe?
I hear such lies and howlers
Words to pull out your molars

And this will predict the times these signs will bring
Me and my stupid heart
We were never apart
But now sugar won't work

Lightning Up!
Sugar the pill
A wall of ocean ten miles high
Metal darts torn from the sky
Like wanton boys make noise pull wings from flies

And this will predict the times these signs will bring
Me and my stupid heart
We were never apart
But now sugar won't work

Koand, Erich Sellheim - Stella Hurt

Another enigmatic choice from Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

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Self-made men would pledge their fortunes
And dream of her
And dream of her...

"Stella Hurt" Lyrics

You should wear your red galoshes
Walking o'er the city pride
Streets are paved with heaven's pennies
Gutters full of suicides

Teddy steadily fell from grace
Somewhere near Arcadia
Once she overheard a voice
That she didn't hear on the radio

Velvet gloves and country clubs
Were never going to hold her
Ringing the necks of silly
Southern belles
Who wanted to scold her

Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Blue song
Red Alert
Who made Stella Hurt?

Teddy soon dropped out of sight
Turned up in another town
Changed her name for the spotlight
Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown

She finally fell and married well
But I knew it wouldn't last
Reversing back into the limelight
No one ever saw her even half-plastered

Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Blue song
Red Alert
Who made Stella Hurt?

Then she saw those soldier boys
Throw their bonnets in the air
Self-made men would pledge their fortunes
And dream of her
And dream of her...

Generals in the commissary opened up a case of wine
Checked the perfume of the cork
Said "Made in 1929"...

They used her up, to raise morale for money
And Old Glory
Her voice was shot beyond repair
But this is not the last act of this story

The night is black as cracked shellac
Abandoned in an attic
Stella is silent as the grave
Until the needle drags her through the static

Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Blue song
Red Alert
Who made Stella Hurt?

Koand - Paint The Red Rose Blue

This instant classic also made Koand’s new 21st Century playlist on YouTube.

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He said "All of these hours that I've skulked in the shade
The sun never struck me or made me afraid
Now she and I share unspeakable pain
I have to believe in something, in anything"

"Paint The Red Rose Blue" Lyrics

He was the youngest of five and the only son
He called his wife by a nickname as his father had done
Not the root
Not the branch
Not the flower or stem
He had the wildest of dreams but he rarely remembered them

Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn the red rose

Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What was he to do?
But turn the red rose

The words that came to him
Both the lies and the threats
They arrived all too easily
But they ran up some debts
From the thunder of a pulpit
To the whispers of a lover
'Til he found that he couldn't tell one from the other

Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose

Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
What are we to do?
But paint the red rose

He haunted the shadows
And waited until
They had secrets to sell him
And some practical skill

Theatrical blood is convenient to spill
He turned on the light switch and watched her undress
Oh, you'd never guess
What came next, unless

He said "All of these hours that I've skulked in the shade
The sun never struck me or made me afraid
Now she and I share unspeakable pain
I have to believe in something, in anything"

Turn the red rose
Paint the red rose blue
There's nothing left to do but paint the red rose

Paint the red rose
Turn the red rose blue
There's nothing left to do but paint the red rose, blue

Koand - No Flag

Another one of our pirate radio favorites made Koand’s new 21st century playlist on YouTube.

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We want everything and we don't want to share
Outer space for the faces we fear

No Flag lyrics


I've got no religion, I've got no philosophy
Got a head full of ideas and words that don't seem to belong to me
You may be joking but I don't get the gag
I sense the future but time seems to drag

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

I've got no illusions, I've had no epiphany
Why should anybody listen to me
She said, "I'm tearing up the sheets that your love letters stained"
"All of your magic powers have drained"

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

Here's a line in the sand, a word or two in the aftermath
I'm an arrow that shoots up and down on an advertising graph
I could write you verses and recite more than one
But they're not worth the paper that they're written on

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

We want everything and we don't want to share
Outer space for the faces we fear
Look in them go and see who I used to be
Made out of plastic in a factory

No flag
No flag