Covers (Updated: December 31st, 2013)

by Self Proclaimed Narcissist

/
  • This is the album of songs I've decided to record covers of. It will include the date it was last updated in the album title with the album cover being the cover of the album the song is from.

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.

about

This is the album of songs I've decided to record covers of. It will include the date it was last updated in the album title with the album cover being the cover of the album the song is from.

credits

released May 3, 2011

tags

license

about

Self Proclaimed Narcissist Roseburg, Oregon

DIY Folk-Punk // Anti-Folk // Honesty Folk from Oregon.

shows

contact / help

Contact Self Proclaimed Narcissist

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Track Name: Radio War (Iron & Wine)
D A D G
Did the wine make her dream Of the far distant spring
D A D A
Or a bed full of hens Or the ghost of a friend
D A D G
All the while that she wept She had a gun by her bed
D A D A
And a letter he wrote From a dry, foundered boat
D A D G
And the train track will take All the wounded ones home
D A D G
And I’ll be alone Fare thee well Sara Jones
D A D G
Now we lie on the floor While the radio war
D A D A
Finds its way through the air Of the dead market square
D A D G
And the beast never seen Licks it’s red talons clean
D A
Sara curses the cold
D A D
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"
Track Name: Boys Like Me (Paul Baribeau)
my parents made me
in 1980
and i was born in the hot hot summer
i loved my parents
my parents loved me
but they just couldnt love each other
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
i had a puppy
i named her odie
but we had to put her down last summer
she was my best friend
when i moved to grand ledge
but she had a stroke and couldnt even walk
but broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
i had a girlfriend
a pretty brown haired girlfriend
but something awful happened to us one summer
we both got real sad
and by the spring time
we forgot how to love each other
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
theres no moral to the story
its just my story and i hope i havent wasted too much of your time
its just a song i sing
cause song singing makes me happy
i wish that were true
i wish everyone were happy
but broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
broken hearted boys like me are everywhere you look
Track Name: Ghost Mice, Chris Clavin - John and Jodie (Ghost Mice)
John hinkly jr. might have been a little crazy
but there ain't nothing wrong with trying to kill the president
especially when it's ronald reagan he almost killed us all

and John Hinkly jr. Might have been a little crazy
for getting so obsessed with Jodie Foster
but how can you blame him, when she's so beautiful

and he did it all for love, he did it all for love
it was all for love

John hinkly jr. might have been a little crazy
for letting a movie effect him so strongly
but Robert Diniro was great back then and it's easy to get swept away

If you ask me he was a true romantic
like a hero from some faerie tale
I just hope someday, someone will love me that way

oh I want to be loved, yeah I want to be loved
like John loves Jodie

I want someone to want to assassinate a president for me.
Track Name: At Least It's Not An Alligator (Captain Chaos)
this is for the cake i wish i could bake
this is for the perfect day i wish i could make for you
this is for the balloons and the presents and the games
the surprises the treasures and the things i wish i could do
this is for the snacks that i want to bring
this is for the beer that i want you to drink
this is for the charm that would woo you away
from the classes and take you too the park to play
until your party starts
until it starts getting dark
well the winters over and the days are getting longer
and the love keeps getting stronger, in my heart
and all thought it seems so gray
today's a happy day
i wish i could be there to rub my fingers through you hair
and i'm sorry that i'm away
this is for the times i wish we were having
this is for the trips i wish we were planning
and this is for the pictures i wish we would take
this is for the memories i wish we could make
and this is for the bread and the cheese and the fruit
this is for the best smoothie i would make for you
this is for the millions time's i would say you were cute
this is for you, yeah this is for you
i still got it somewhere in the back of my brain
that if i write the perfect song i could fix everything
and all i really know how to do is sing
so, la la la la la happy birthday
la la la la la happy birthday
la la la la la happy birthday
la la la la la happy birthday
Track Name: Bankrupt On Selling (Modest Mouse)
Well all the Apostles-they're sitting in swings
Saying "I'd sell off my Savior for a set of new rings,
And some sandles with the style of straps that cling best to the era"
So all of the businessers in their unlimited
Hell where they buy and they sell and they sell all their
Trash to each other but they're sick of it all
And they're bankrupt on selling
And all of the angel

They'd sell off your soul for a set of new wings and anything gold
They remember
The people they loved their old friends
And I've seen through'em all seen through 'em all and seen through most everything
All the people you knew were the actors
All the people you knew were the actors
Well, I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words

And I'll talk real loud
Goddamn right I'll be heard
You'll remember all the guys that said all those big words he must've

Learned in college
And it took a long time
I came clean with myself
I come clean out of love with my lover
I still love her
Loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder
Track Name: Love In The Time of Human Papillomavirus (Andrew Jackson Jihad)
You will cough up crows that peck my eyes
And I will do nothing but go blind

But my heart
It has eyes
And my love
It has sight
Even though it may be
A little cloudy

And you will break my back for all the burdens I lay upon it
But I will never blame you for those bees inside this bonnet

And my lungs will grow cancers
And my back it will grow achy
I will buy us an acre
Of some land in the city
We could live there together
Or I'll live alone less happy
But I'll live
Unfortunately
Track Name: Save Our Ship (Broadway Calls)
We live the dream that makes life worth living.
We live the dream that makes dreamers keep dreaming.
If I had to give it up today, would I be able to just walk away?
I have the strength of a hundred men.
I have the mind of a goddamn genius.
I have a heart that never leaves me cold,
but it would break if I were left alone.
You are my friends, you are my family.
You're more than this. You are my everything.
I can't help but cry. I can't help but wonder.
Is this ship going down? Is it taking us under?
These waves of frustration breaking the mast,
shredding the sails and drowning us fast.
So let's pray. Let's pray for the sun. Let's pray.
Let's pray for the eye of the storm to warm us back up,
catch our breath and prepare for the next fucking challenge
we know is soon near.
Track Name: Diggin' Holes (Ugly Casanova)
i wish that you would move to the sun
cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air
and we know that can't be done

i wish that you would cheat with someone
cause you're like diggin' holes in water
and we know that can't be done

bravery and stupidity go hand in hand
i guess that makes me the bravest man
i was quick to learn but slow to understand
well, what can you do

my theories are borrowed from somewhere else
and i never had too many to talk about
but you were real quick, you were quick to point out
well, that was borrowed too

i wish that you would move to the sun
cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air
and we know that can't be done

i wish that you would cheat with someone
cause you're like diggin' holes in water
and we know that can't be done

bravery and stupidity go hand in hand
and i guess that makes me the bravest man
i was quick to learn but slow to understand
well, what can you do

rhetoric and smalltalk are marching on
and i probably am the biggest pawn
cause i was quick to talk and the first to carry on
well, what can you do

you need a permit if you're gonna build shit
and you can't get one so nothing gets built
and your house is standing on a foot and a half of silt

i wish that you would move to the sun
cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air
and we know that can't be done

i wish that you would cheat with someone
cause you're like diggin' holes in water
and we know that can't be done

rhetoric and smalltalk are marching on
and i probably am the biggest pawn
cause i was quick to talk and the first to carry on
well, what can you do
Track Name: Power Plant (Andrew Jackson Jihad)
The drugs you do were made by people who think in dollar signs,
and thats not very punk of you,
maybe you should change your mind, reconsider the whole deal.
And maybe we like to criticize more than we construct,
and maybe that's not healthy,
maybe that's just plain fucked up,
but at least we're saying something,
and i hope that no one is listening,
because this is kind of embarrassing,
and everyone who hears it thinks that we're joking.
And maybe we weren't put on this earth to rape and pillage and ravage,
because god created puppy dogs and god created kittens,
and our love creates a power plant that generates this world,
and if we stop now then we'll just disappear into oblivion.
Track Name: Eight Letters (Paul Baribeau)
The first letter I wrote you was way too long
Way too crazy, way too scary, way too sad
The second one I wrote you was way too short
Just said, "I love you, baby, please come back."
The third one that I wrote you was right down the middle
Somehow it didn't quite sum it all up.
The fourth one that I wrote you, I did the best that I could do
We both know that was never good enough.

Oh, I had nothing nice to say,
I said it anyway.
I made myself feel a little better
Oh, but in the end, I guess,
It was probably for the best
That I never bothered sending you those letters.

The fifth one that I wrote you was one big, long joke
You probably wouldn't think was very funny
The sixth one that I wrote you was a strictly business note
Requesting you pay me back that last two months rent money
The seventh one was magic, it was totally romantic
it would have made your little boxer shorts melt
But the eighth time that I tried, I swear I couldn't even write.
I just curled up and cried all by myself

I had nothing nice to say,
I said it anyway.
I made myself feel a little better.
Oh, but in the end, I guess,
it was probably for the best
That I never sent you those letters.
Track Name: Baby Blue Sedan (Modest Mouse)
a nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan
and i am doing the best that i can

soon to be eunuchs, they were standing in rows
singing, "please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."

sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
and henry, you danced like a wooden indian

She said this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
I shot the stork 'cause I didn't hear it 'til late

and it's hard to be a human being
and it's harder as anything else
and i'm lonesome when you're around
and i'm never lonesome when i'm by myself

and i miss you when you're around
Track Name: Loose Lips (Kimya Dawson)
Loose lips might sink ships but loose kisses take trips
To san francisco, double dutch disco,
Tech tv hottie, do it for scotty
Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed
Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong and

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened

We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick russell stover, move into the starting over house
And know matt rouse and jest are watching me achieve my dreams

And we'll pray, all damn day, every day,
That all this shit our president has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds

So if you wanna burn yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
And if you wanna cut yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
And if you wanna kill yourself remember that I LOVE YOU
Call me up before your dead, we can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend

Shysters live from scheme to scheme and my 4th quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for
So I'll curate some situations, make my job a big vacation
And I'll say FUCK BUSH AND FUCK THIS WAR
My war paint is sharpie ink and I'll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think because your thoughts and words are powerful
They think we're disposable, well both my thumbs opposable
Are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend that
Nothing ever happened

We're just dancing, we're just hugging,
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
Track Name: Little Ghost (the White Stripes)
Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above
Track Name: the Alchemist (Ghost Mice)
The universe will conspire with you to help you do the things you want to do
There are no devils down in hell that wish for you to fail, no your worst enemy is you
You've got to find your path and follow it and your path will become clear
Don't you stray, don't waste a day, don't give into your fears
You will see that the world wants you to win, if anyone tells you differently that person's not your friend
You should get away from them while you can, because they've given up and they'll bring you down with them
You! You don't have to be the one to defeat that evil king and to set your people free
But you could if that's what you want to do, and we would all hug you and then you would see
That the world is not your enemy, and the point of life is to chase your dreams
And as long as you can breathe, and as long as your heart beats then those dreams can be achieved!
Track Name: Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Iron & Wine)
I was a quick-wit boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down