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Good Music [Dec. 19th, 2007|10:04 pm]
a man walks out of his apartment
it is raining, he's got no umbrella
he starts running beneath the awnings
trying to save his suit
trying to dry but no good

when he gets to the crowded subway platform
he takes off both of his shoes
he steps right into somebody's fat loogie
and everyone who sees him says, ewww

but he doesn't care cause last night he got a visit from
the ghost of corporate future
the ghost said, take off both your shoes
whatever chances you get
especially when they're wet
he also said,

imagine you go away
on a business trip one day
and when you come back home
your children have grown and you never made your wife moan, and

people make you nervous
you think of the world as ending
and everybody's features have somehow started blending
and everything is plastic
and everyone's sarcastic
and all your food is frozen, it needs to be defrosted
you'd think that the world was ending right now

well, maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee
and never ever watch the ten o'clock news
maybe you should kiss someone nice
or lick a rock, or both

maybe you should cut your own hair
cause that can be so funny
it doesn't cost any money
and it always grows back, hair grows even after you're dead, and

people are just people
they shouldn't make you nervous
the world is everlasting, it's coming and it's going
if you don't toss your plastic
the street won't be [so blasted?]
and if you kiss somebody then both of you'll get practice
the world is everlasting
put dirtballs in your pocket
put dirtballs in your pocket and take off both your shoes
cause people are just people
people are just people like you

the world is everlasting
is coming and is going


What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.


The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to graceland
My travelling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I've reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I'm going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my travelling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I'm looking at ghosts and empties
But I've reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I'm falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh so this is what she means
She means we're bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everbody feels the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I'm going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There's some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there's no obligations now
Maybe I've got a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland.


Wandering properties of death
Arresting moons within our eyes and smiles
We did rest
Amongst the granite tombs to catch our breath

Worldly sounds of endless warring
Were for just a moment silent stars
Worldly boundaries of dying
Were for just a moment never ours
All was new
Just as the black horizons blue

Then along the bending path away
I smiled in knowing I'd be back one day
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(no subject) [Nov. 9th, 2007|06:35 pm]
[music |We Are the Champions//Queen]

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(no subject) [Sep. 16th, 2007|06:43 pm]
[music |Penny on a Traintrack (live at ACL)//Ben Kweller]

Been listening to a lot of Paul Simon lately, both with Garfunkel and solo stuff. Man, he's a brilliant guy!

Started back on my photography sessions on Saturday and got some of my film processed, but no prints developed yet. I came in with three rolls and when I looked through the drying rack for my film, I could only find two rolls that I recognized at all! It's pretty weird! Anyways, I'm glad to say that one of those rolls was from my little toy Fisheye camera with only one aperture/shutter speed, and sense most of them were taken outside they turned out pretty well it seems. I really wanna see how the prints come out!! Anyways, there's this new advisor for the group, and he told this one girl and I about how those pictures of water splashes frozen in midair and bullets about to hit things are taken. There is no shutter speed physically fast enough to capture something as fast as a bullet so what they do is set up their equipment in a room that is completely light-tight, no cracks under the door or anything that will let light in, they turn off the lights and just have their camera open the shutter indefinitely (there's no light so the film isn't getting any exposure). So there they are in the dark with their camera's shutter completely open, and then (through setting up the flash in such a way that when it goes off so does the gun, or water drop or some other really fast object) they set off the flash, and since nothing is faster than the speed of light, the film is imprinted with that one still image of the split second of light reflecting off of the really fast bullet/whatever. I think that's fascinating!

And also I went to a Rob Landes concert! My mom asked me this morning if I wanted to go, so I decide why not! He's a very gifted jazz pianist, who in this concert, played a bunch of George Gershwin (an early 20th century composer who wrote songs mostly for Broadway, like Cole Porter) songs. His fingers moved with a precision which, even more bluntly to me since I'm attempting the piano right now, seems utterly unreachable. He was also a very nice man, very well worded, making jokes to the audience in between songs. Unfortunately I couldn't take any pictures of him =(     But it was still worth it to go... since it was free and all.
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(no subject) [Sep. 2nd, 2007|08:30 pm]
[music |Rock & Roll//Velvet Underground]

Jenny said that she was five years old there was nuthin' happenin' at all. 
Everytime she puts on that radio, she says there's nuthin' on at all. No, not at all.
One fine mornin' she puts on a New York station and she don't believe what she heard at all. 
She started dancin' to that
FINE FINE music, you know her life was saved by rock n' roll!

Post about the trip when the pictures are developed!
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(no subject) [Aug. 5th, 2007|04:26 pm]
[mood |thoughtfulthoughtful]
[music |I Can't Get Behind That//William Shatner]

If this photo had been taken a bit to the left of where it is now, you would see concrete.

Tristan and Kathleen are high fashion!

Colours are Brighter

Eric contemplating something, probably a meticulously orchestrated string of events for his novel. Or maybe it's just his "Oh Caleb..." face.

Here's my sister!

Ryan is deep, man.

Here's Morgan.

This was taken on the day the fire hydrant was spewing water all over the place! Fun!

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(no subject) [Aug. 2nd, 2007|12:23 pm]
[mood |happyhappy]
[music |Where Do They Make Balloons//They Might be Giants]

Marmalade's from Scoland,
Rugs from Pakistan,
Mexico has jumping beans,
And cars are from Japan.
Clowns are from the Circus,
Barking comes from dogs.
Eggs come from chickens,
And log cabins come from logs,
But where, where do they make balloons?

New York has tall buildings, 
New Jersey has its malls.
Piza has a leaning tower;
Will it ever fall?
The ocean has some fishes,
London has a tower.
In Holand they have windmills,
Lots of bikes and pretty flowers,
But where, where do they make balloons?

Spaghetti comes from China
But Italians make it best.
Ants can make an anthill
And monkeys make a mess.
Hungary isn't hungry,
French fries aren't from France.
Turkeys aren't from Turkey,
They can't fly but they can dance!
But where, where do they make balloons?

What a cunundrum!
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(no subject) [Jul. 27th, 2007|11:48 pm]
[mood |creativecreative]

If I ever become a musician, I want to make a concept album about Flowers for Algernon. That book is perfect for musical interperatation! I'm thinking about all the possibilities: the first song would be very, forgive me, lo-fi with a toy piano and a happy melody to go along with Charlie's initial innocence, and the music will get progressively more complex and more instruments will be added etc.
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So It Goes [Apr. 14th, 2007|08:16 pm]
[music |Hearing Aid//They Might be Giants]

                 It's all in your hand now Mr. Vonnegut.

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(no subject) [Jan. 25th, 2007|11:06 pm]
[mood |jubilantjubilant]
[music |I Wander As I Wander//The Choral Scholars]

Happy Birthday to my dog, Hobo, two days belated post :D


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(no subject) [Jan. 6th, 2007|01:05 am]
[mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[music |Stove By a Whale//Ted Leo + Pharmacists]

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