Tom McRae — Got a Suitcase, Got Regrets
Album: King of Cards
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Total ratings: 323
Released: 2007
Length: 3:35
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Avg rating:
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Total ratings: 323
Length: 3:35
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nate917 wrote:
Doom, despair, and agony on me
Gloom, depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Doom despair and agony on me
Gloom, depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Doom despair and agony on me
Yeah, I thought it was a chick too. I like it anyway
supremo wrote:
Absolutely. I heard him here first and have purchased all of his work. The negative comments mean nothing as he's an extremely talented and unique musician.
In my perfect world, you'd hear Tom a lot more and in a lot more places.
Absolutely. I heard him here first and have purchased all of his work. The negative comments mean nothing as he's an extremely talented and unique musician.
Dude, any self respecting woman would throw you out with that wussy voice and those drippy lyrics.
What a whiney little boy.....ugh
His voice sounds quite a bit like Jesse Sykes. And she's a she.
CafeRacer wrote:
This guy must have served in James Blunt's unit.
Good high music.
Great dreaming music : )
Been there.
Since many are hearing someone else here, for me it was Aimee Mann; imagine my surprise to discover it's a dude, not a dudette!
yes yes yes!!!!!!
Bocephus wrote:
not really. in fact, not even remotely close
kinda sounds like Radiohead.
not really. in fact, not even remotely close
This song is the truth.
Powerful.
That's funny, you got a contract and I got regrets.
That's why the guy is an artist and many of us ain't. If you can't put yourself out there. . .
Doom, despair, and agony on me
Gloom, depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Doom despair and agony on me
Gloom, depression, excessive misery
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all
Doom despair and agony on me
See the hope in small things
Disappointment can wear you thin
Disappointment can wear you thin
no suitcase, no regrets...
In my perfect world, you'd hear Tom a lot more and in a lot more places.
Just having to work in a cubicle would be enough to make me cry.
All the best, fingerpin.
This guy must have served in James Blunt's unit.
enidualc wrote:
ugh this song is killing me!!! (as she holds up a "9")
Yep. Sappy, but in a "wallowing in my own self-pity" kind of way.
You know what they say.
"Depression is the greatest form of self-indulgence."
ugh this song is killing me!!! (as she holds up a "9")
I wonder if there's a software program that will aggregate all lyrics over the past 30 days, what would the general tone be? Despair, depression, sadness?
Started as a 7, ended a 6.
ellenaut wrote:
...man, people and their feelings... that kind of comment makes me wake up, pay attention and appreciate... the song... and life. (sorry for your loss)
Amen, hang in there, fingerpin.
fingerpin wrote:
I just ended a 30 year marriage. No hate. This made me cry here in my cubicle.
Shit.
...man, people and their feelings... that kind of comment makes me wake up, pay attention and appreciate... the song... and life. (sorry for your loss)
jjbix wrote:
sounds like Porcupine Tree!
What, this? Not any PT album I've got.
I came here the hard way..now I'm living in a suitcase...T.Dolby.... I happen to love Tom McRae's work
jjbix wrote:
sounds like Porcupine Tree!
Blasphemy!
east1976 wrote:
Dear Lord make the bad music stop!
Please!
Dear Lord make the bad music stop!
So, you're telling me this is not Marianne Faithfull?
sounds like Porcupine Tree!
themotion wrote:
Though I don't agree....
dharmanavy wrote:
HA!HA!HA!HA! HA!HA!HA!HA!
ditto
fingerpin wrote:
I just ended a 30 year marriage. No hate. This made me cry here in my cubicle.
Shit.
30. Jesus. Dude. Be careful what you listen to.
Okay dammit, totally forgot to buy this last month.
fingerpin wrote:
I just ended a 30 year marriage. No hate. This made me cry here in my cubicle.
Shit.
You married quite young for a Westerner. It'll take you a while to adjust. Hang in there.
Nice chorus, bumped rating to a 4.
tomville wrote:
I'm not sure we are hearing the same song. Like Radiohead???
yeah...a lot actually. The weird electronic effects in the background, the processed instruments, the maudlin high pitched singing style--if Thom Yorke did the vocals it would fit on any Radiohead album I've ever heard.
Annie Lennox anyone?
him/her, whatever...this is hot.
I hear Gotye.
Bocephus wrote:
kinda sounds like Radiohead.
I'm not sure we are hearing the same song. Like Radiohead???
The term maudlin comes to mind as I listen to this.
kinda sounds like Radiohead.
healyf52 wrote:
This song isn't horrible, just kind of limp. Is Tom really a guy? Sounds like a woman..
When I flipped the headphones on, I thought this was Marianne Faithfull. They could do a duet, though I don't think I'd pay for that either.
I just ended a 30 year marriage. No hate. This made me cry here in my cubicle.
Shit.
Tim McGraw?!
HA!HA!HA!HA! HA!HA!HA!HA!
themotion wrote:
This song isn\'t horrible, just kind of limp. Is Tom really a guy? Sounds like a woman..
realy enjoyed this song. Great new sets today Bill!
sorry but this song really is just ho hum. I'm sure it'll make Tom Waits sound that much better though.
coulda sworn this was jesse sykes
I regret listening to this song.
Ho hum
Change the locks on the door
Put out the light in the hall
I do not live here anymore
Put the world in a box
Turn the sign to the street
Aim for where horizon and blue skies meet
But all I know is
I'm not ready, yet
For the light to dim
Got a suitcase, got regrets
But I'm hopeful, yet
I've been a gifted thief
Stole everything for the cause
I never had fingers as light as yours
So wake up pretty girl
See the hope in small things
Disappointment can wear you thin
But all I know is
I'm not ready, yet
For the light to dim
Got a suitcase, got regrets
But I'm hopeful, yet
And I'll raise this glass of wine
And I'll say your name
So let's be killers, babe
Make the great escape
From all the bitter words
Of every crowded street and empty heart
It's Christmas day, Brooklyn in the rain
But I am safe inside a better world of hope and memory
Drunk on velvet wine, southern cross for light
Deal your cards, and hope that I can play a better hand this time