| Blue Arrangements |
[29 Sep 2006|04:55pm] |
I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women
In the Greenwood southside society pool.
I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs
You're a shimmering socialite jewel.
From the Carbon Dioxide Riding Academy
To the children's crusade marching through the downtown.
Well I think I'd die see, if you just said hi to me.
When something breaks it makes a beautiful sound.
Sometimes I feel like I'm watching the world
And the world isn't watching me back.
But when I see you, I know I'm in it too.
The waves come in and the waves go back.
The kids in the corner all covered in dirt
Caught trespassing under the moon.
My father came in from wherever he'd been
And kicked my shit all over the room.
The room is dark and heavy with what I want to say.
I see murals in the radio static and on your blue jeans.
What would you say if I asked you to run away?
It's been done so many times I hardly know what it means.
I took these blue arrangements and threw them in the sea
When older waves from older caves brought them back to me.
I took these blue arrangements and stored them on a shelf.
With change on the mantle and time in a candle,
In the end a boy raises himself.
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| Bishop Allen - People You Meet |
[23 Aug 2006|12:27am] |
I met a kid in Brooklyn and he pointed at the skies.
He had liquor on his breath and he had fire in his eyes.
He staggered at me, stumbled, and I helped him to his feet.
I led him up the stairs and sat upon his balcony.
He wielded up his glass and waved it 'round just like a sword
But one more sword of whiskey left me feeling pretty bored.
He said "I'd rather take dead aim than shoot my pistol in the air,
I'd rather be a traitor than a man who doesn't care.
A man who doesn't care."
I met a girl in Ithaca, she took to me at once.
I looked just like her brother who had died when she was young.
She listed me her secrets and she whispered me her fears
And said so many things that I would never want to hear.
She tried to draw me in just like a sickness of the soul
And said "My little confidante, together we must go.
If they ask you for your papers disrespectfully decline.
It's true that I was born here but this country isn't mine.
This country isn't mine."
So listen well, son, to conversation
And always take what you can from the people that you meet.
If you do this, bearing witness, you might help a little still.
And down in California is an old, dear friend.
We drank expensive bourbon and we tried to talk again.
He looked down at his watch and ran a hand across his head.
He said "I'm working in the morning man, I gotta get to bed."
I nodded "Yes, of course" and I was happy to oblige
And we both took one more sip and missed the great, wide open skies.
He said "One thing I remember, every evening in these hills:
The sun may set on friendship, but never on your bills.
Never on your bills."
So listen well, son, to conversation
And always take what you can from the people that you meet.
If you do this, bearing witness, you might help a little still.
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| Everything is... |
[15 Jun 2006|01:29am] |
Growing sleepy as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain.
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again.
I'm not afraid of a love parade in my daydream.
Old men with kazoos and beating drums.
But I awake and I see the streets are ice cream.
It's just you and me and oh dear, our life has just begun.
Everything is beautiful here.
It's spinning circles around my ears.
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading.
Oh beautiful smiles, won't you stay awhile.
We could close the door and sleep all day.
It's a September sky with pretty pictures in my mind
That's lost its feeling and so afraid.
Everything is beautiful here.
It's spinning circles around my ears.
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading.
Growing sleepy now as the rain falls
As children draped in flowers form a chain.
They sing a song with jelly jars and bird calls
As night falls into dust and it's day again.
Everything is beautiful here.
It's spinning circles around my ears.
I'm finally breaking free from fear
And it's fading.
And it's fading.
And it's fading.
And it's fading.
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| Silver Jews - Smith & Jones |
[20 May 2006|11:07pm] |
Are you honest when no one's looking?
Can you summon honey from a telephone?
They sat there with their hooks in the water
And their moustaches caked with airplane glue.
O come let us adore them,
California overboard.
When the sun sets on the ghetto
All the broken stuff gets cold.
Smith and Jones forever.
Smith and Jones forever.
Smith and Jones forever.
Together, forever and ever.
Together, forever and ever.
Build a stage for Autumn's bitch.
They walk the alleys in duct tape shoes.
They see the things they need
Through the windows of a hatchback.
The alleys are the footnotes of the avenues.
O come let us adore them,
California overboard.
Holding up their trousers
With extension cords.
Smith and Jones forever.
Smith and Jones forever.
Smith and Jones forever.
Together, forever and ever.
Together, forever and ever.
I've got two tickets to a midnight execution.
We'll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston.
And when they turn on the chair
Something's added to the air.
When they turn on the chair
Something's added to the air, forever.
To the air, forever.
Smith and Jones forever.
Together, forever and ever.
Together, forever and ever.
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| You're So Vain |
[13 May 2006|01:37am] |
I always liked the verses of this song but couldn't stand the chorus. So what does JD do for me (11 years ago) but record exactly that.
EDIT: Oh yeah, I forgot. I am working on a cover/back for HAFG, so watch out for that.
Well you walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped beneath one eye.
Your scarf it was apricot.
You had one eye on the mirror and
You watched yourself a lot.
And all the boys dreamed that they'd be your partner,
They'd be your partner, yeah.
Well you had me several years ago,
When I was still quite naive.
And you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave.
But you gave away the things you loved,
And one of them was me.
I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee,
Clouds in my coffee, yeah.
Well I heard that you went off to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won.
And then you chartered a Leer jet to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun.
Yeah, you're always where you should be and
When you're not you're with some underworld spy
Or your best friend's boyfriend.
Your best friend's boyfriend, yeah.
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| Sweet Trembling Blue Stars cover, John |
[20 Apr 2006|03:50am] |
Let us all rise from the swamp and return, triumphant. Let our alibis always be airtight and let nobody ever see us come in. Let us all drink from the cool water of the Babylon Springs. Let us wear our bruises with pride and may they never fade. Let there forever be nothing anyone could do, as I sit here waiting for you.
Ox Baker Triumphant
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I will rise from the swamp
Where they dumped my private plane.
I'll be clutching a life preserver
In my teeth.
And I will find the highway
And I will flag down a truck.
Worry lines on my forehead,
Blank stare underneath.
And when I come back to town
I'm gonna cast my burden down.
A little worse for wear,
Practically walking on air.
I will thank my ride
And claw my way back inside
To the guts of the building where my enemies
Hide in the dark like roaches.
And I will signal the camera crew
And everyone will do what he's been trained how to do.
Sweat dripping from my face
As my moment approaches.
Click your heels,
Count to three.
I bet you never expected me.
A little worse for wear,
Practically walking on air.
Alibi
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I got off work just past eleven,
Laid one finger to the breeze.
You can almost taste the action
On nights like these.
Trees were bending in the wind,
You were fourty miles away
And I was headed your direction.
I've been waiting all day.
I've been waiting all day.
Moon over West Covina
Was huge and white
And I was like a patient on a table,
Headed for the light.
Lean toward the centre divider,
Feel the wind in my hair.
Keep a light up in your window.
I'm gonna be right there.
I'm gonna be right there.
With a gleam in my eye
And an almost airtight alibi.
Down by the Chemistry building
I found a quiet place to park
And I made my way down the street toward your place,
Stepping lightly in the dark.
Climbed the steps up to your doorway
Like a man prepared to jump beneath a train.
It's real warm outside tonight.
Maybe tomorrow it rains.
Maybe tomorrow it rains.
And inside your room we shut the window
And we turned on a fan
And we lay there together in the darkness,
I can keep a secret if you can.
Finishing one another's sentences
Like a pair of identical twins.
Your boyfriend's out of town until Tuesday
And nobody saw me come in.
Nobody saw me come in.
With a gleam in my eye
And an almost airtight alibi.
Sail Babylon Springs
====================
And meanwhile, downstairs, I'm setting up shop.
A little too proud to let the matter drop.
And I can hear you up there, isn't it romantic?
You're huffing and puffing, rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.
And I reach for a glass of cool water drawn from rivers of Babylon.
And meanwhile, outside, the stars have come out
And the humid summer air pulls at the ring in my snout.
And you stand at your window, looking down, and I spread wide my arms.
Jump if you want to jump.
Jump if you want to,
The water's warm.
I know, I know 'cause I've been swimming
Blindly along through the rivers of Bablyon.
Sometimes I Still Feel The Bruise
=================================
This is just to say hello
And to let you know
I think of you from time to time.
I know I never really knew you,
But somehow I miss you
And wish that you'd stayed in my life.
Making contact gets harder
As the silence grows longer
And isn't it only me
Who'd like us to see each other?
How I would hate to be your bother.
The way we left it was you'd ring.
I'm under no illusion
As to what I meant to you.
But you made an impression,
Sometimes I still feel the bruise.
Sometimes I still feel the bruise.
Now and then I'll stumble on
What I've misplaced but never lost,
An ache I first felt long ago.
Though you've appeared and disappeared,
Throughout these past few years,
I'd be suprised if you now showed.
Making contact gets harder
As the silence grows longer
And why would you think of me
When you were not the one in love?
When you were not the dreamer?
When you were just the dream?
I'm under no illusion
As to what I meant to you.
But you made an impression,
Sometimes I still feel the bruise.
Sometimes I still feel the bruise.
Wait For You
============
When it came time to wait for you
I took the bus to Malibu.
Found a cafe by the ocean.
Watched the sky for signs.
And a rainbow in the west
Wrapped its coils around the Earth
Like a serpent.
I felt like I was going to suffocate.
And I knew this was not the day
You would finally come my way,
But I waited all the same.
Watched the water through the window.
And a rainbow in the west
Held its head beneath the waves
And grew dimmer.
Nothing anyone could do, I suppose.
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| Haha, oh man. |
[04 Apr 2006|12:20am] |
Check this: http://www.qwantz.com/posterchild/
And this site is linked off there as well from when I made up some templates.
Crazy. Some people may feel sorry for the girls involved, but I feel more sorry for AMERICA.
EDIT: Oh wait, I forgot to include my favourite quote from the articles linked there:
“The girls found an Internet site called Mario Question Blocks which told you step by step how the game is played, along with instructions on wrapping the packages, just to see what kind of response you get,” McCoy said. “This game is evidently being played all over the country.”
EVIDENTLY! And it is arguably the most dangerous game of them all.
How do you even get charged for leaving packages all over the shop. FedEx does it all the time. If I were going to blow some place up I would use FedEx packaging because it is easily available and nobody would even notice the package sitting around. The last on my list of inconspicuous packages would be a large gold box with a question mark painted on the side.
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| Snow Song Pt. 1 |
[01 Apr 2006|04:46pm] |
Cindy smiles in overcoats,
She says, "Please stay awhile, like ice cream floats and dreams
And I will fill your heart with boats and bells and beans and candy-appled everythings.
Bells and beans and candy-appled everythings..."
Cindy skips my trampoline,
With toys and horns and bouncing things
And even the most silent must sing a song;
Yes, even the silent they must sing a song of love.
Unhappy girl, she's spinning
Through strings in her curls.
And it's only the beginning
Of a trip around the world.
Cindy won't you smile.
Cindy won't you sleep awhile.
I feel I'm just a child,
Sinking down one hundred million miles.
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[18 Mar 2006|11:36pm] |
I want to see Loren Cass because it appears to be a coming-of-age film about people who never grew up.
Sixteen Tons - Merle Travis (But I gotta tell you Merle, I love TBIAPB more).
Some people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood.
Muscle and blood, skin and bones...
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one mornin' and the sun didn't shine,
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine.
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal and
The straw boss said, "Well bless my soul!"
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain.
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name.
I was raised in a cane-brake by an old mama lion,
Can't no high-toned woman make me walk no line.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
If you see me comin', better step aside.
A lot of men didn't, a lot of men died.
One fist of iron, the other of steel,
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will.
You load sixteen tons, and what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt.
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go,
I owe my soul to the company store.
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| I'm gonna kill everybody in this room |
[16 Dec 2005|03:41am] |
JD has a Christmas present for us all: http://www.mountain-goats.com/
They both really do work best if you play 'em real loud.
I transcribed them, for what it's worth.
The Mountain Goats - Cut Off Their Thumbs #1
We sprawl out on the bed or we lean against the wall.
Down among the dregs, out where the yellow spiders crawl.
The telephone is broken and the drapes have all been closed.
Hands up who doesn't know exactly where this story goes.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
How has it come to this? Well I haven't got a clue.
You looking up at me and us two glowering down at you.
Wind shakes the palm trees with an escalating fury.
Face the judge or take your chances with the jury.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
Let's have a little music on this hazy afternoon.
Let's hope the tension in here finds its resolution soon.
Radio on the window sill, old white moon above.
God watches over children and he cares for fools in love.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
I'm gonna kill everybody in this room.
The Mountain Goats - Deserters
The neighbours are cloning themselves.
Found their cocoons in the garbage.
We'll either stay high forever
Or crash in an hour or two.
Sleeping the sleep of the blessed,
Picking through trashcans with you.
The guy on TV is a prophet,
You just have to look in his eyes.
And we'll either turn our lives over to Christ
Or we'll just drift off.
Trying to better ourselves,
Giving up after one or two tries.
The high school's a front for Yakuza.
Everyone, everyone knows it.
And we will all shortly be richer than God
If we'll just hold on.
As long as we play all our cards right,
As long as nobody here blows it.
I've draw up a map of Rialto,
The holding tanks full for the night.
I heard all about it on citizen's band,
It's a brand new day.
We'll be awake until Thursday,
The future's disarmingly bright.
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| Please Come Home To Hamngatan |
[11 Dec 2005|12:41am] |
Jewel thieves, jewel thieves
leave fingerprints on everything.
Jewel thieves, jewel thieves
leave fingerprints on everything.
But around here, around here,
we don't dust for fingerprints.
Snake oil peddlers, snake oil peddlers,
we can spot 'em half a mile away.
Snake oil peddlers,
we can spot 'em half a mile away.
But these days, these days,
we drink a lot of snake oil.
Adulterers, adulterers,
always give themselves away.
Adulterers, adulterers,
always give themselves away.
But down here, around here
where the moose run wild,
and you can't think clearly
we let 'em off pretty easy.
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| Hear ghosts, old ghosts |
[29 Nov 2005|02:31am] |
The Mountain Goats - Design Your Own Container Garden
I took to the highway,
Went out to Pico-Crenshaw.
Old friends, old friends.
I took to the highway,
The highway took to me
Like a second skin.
Rolled around in the evening,
Circling like a buzzard.
Trouble in mind.
Excavating the space
We left behind.
Yes, I took trinkets with me,
Left them by the crater.
Hear ghosts, old ghosts.
I smelled all the chlorine.
I took the low road
Where the light was just right.
Crawled around in the glowing,
All-embracing wreckage.
Sunburnt and snow-blind.
Excavating the space
We left behind.
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| Resonant Bell World |
[28 Nov 2005|04:01am] |
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"I am totally in favor of tape trading, and file sharing never did anything wrong by me. People got into The Mountain Goats after downloading my stuff. The only people who are afraid of file sharing are the people whose albums are so dull presentation-wise that nobody cares about owning the actual finished product, and the people who have so little connection to their listeners that said listeners have no reason to care whether the artists they like are getting reimbursed for their efforts."
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| Neutral Milk Hotel - My Dream Girl Don't Exist |
[04 Nov 2005|03:04am] |
My dream girl don't exist.
At the age of five she slit her wrists.
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So her parents buried her in the ground.
To this day I can still hear the sound
Of a life in outer space.
My dream girl don't exist.
It's just you and I and this TV.
And this illness seems to feel so strange,
Like a henchman that's about to hang.
The moon up like a ball and chain
And set its sands ablaze.
And the wait is waiting on.
Build the world so real and strong.
My dream girl don't exist.
Just a photograph in a history book.
And I believe she had a voice and name,
Three children on the coast of Maine.
Their life was in a hurricane
Of love and real embrace.
My dream girl don't exist.
At the age of five she slit her wrists.
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around
So one day she took a stroll to town
And walked in front of a greyhound bound
For New York Central State.
And the wait is waiting on.
And the wait is waiting on.
Build the world so real and strong.
She goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid.
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| Certain Songs |
[28 Oct 2005|10:54pm] |
I guess you're old enough to know.
Kids out on the East Coast,
Roughly twenty years old.
They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio
Of warm beer to the summer smoke,
And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel.
Certain songs, they get so scratched into our souls.
She goes low on her seats when she gets high in her car.
She looks shallow but she's neck deep
In the steamy dreams of the guys along the harbor bars.
She's pulling out her shirt-tails and she's jacking up her socks.
Stern and stoned and confident,
Coming up towards the jukebox.
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along.
B-1 is for the good girls
And it's "Only The Good Die Young".
C-9 is for the making eyes
And it's "Paradise By The Dashboard Light".
B-12 is for the speeders
And D-4 is for the lovers
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders
And the kitchen workers
And the bartender's friends
And they're playing it again
And Ellen Foley gives 'em hope.
Certain songs, they get scratched into our souls.
I guess you're old enough to know,
Kids out on the west coast are taking off their clothes.
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows.
They get high and they ride around in GTOs.
Certain songs, they get so scratched into our souls.
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