AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
<pre>
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
<pre>
A sparse review of "Kindred Spirits", a tribute album to the late Man in Black.
Tracks I liked: Keb Mo's version of Folsom Prison Blues, Springsteen's Give My Love to Rose, Dylan doing a track I'd honestly never heard before (to my knowledge) called Train of Love, and in my opinion the high point of the album - Steve Earle doing Hardin Wouldn't Run. If ever a performer does justice to a song, this would be it. Same grit, from Hardin to Earle.
Lowest point, not only on this album, but possibly on any tribute album ever - Travis Tritt's slaughter of I Walk the Line. Words just can't describe the horror.
I went looking for those tracks I imported while you were here and couldn't find them. I wonder if I did it wrong.
did you pay the import tax? Maybe Homeland Insecurity confiscated it.
I'll see about burning you a copy if you can't find it.
I think I just don't understand iTunes like I thought I did.
So I joined yourmusic.com. The concept is like the love child of BMG music service and Netflix. Like BMG (or any other record club), you get a CD every month. Like Netflix, you get to have a queue. So I load my queue up and they will send me one of the discs I've chosen each month for $5.99.
My current CD queue is:
Charlie Robison--Good Times
Loudon Wainwright III--So Damn Happy
Loudon Wainwright III--History
Steve Earle and the Dukes--Copperhead Road
Neil Young--Harvest
Wilco--A Ghost is Born
Citizen Cope--The Clarence Greenwood Recordings
Various Artists--Is It Rolling Bob? A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan
Phish--Billy Breathes
Son Volt--Wide Swing Tremelo
Uncle Tupelo--89/93: An Anthology
Interesting. So, you're planning to burn and return? And listen, of course. I like the being able to choose a bunch out in front.
Boy, I hope not.
At $5.99 each, I'm planning to keep.
Oh, see I was confused. You said it was like the bastard child of BMG and Netflix - so I assumed you were just renting them, and had to return them - which seemed kind of spendy, but still. :) It seems awfully cheap to be buying them, come to think of it. What are they, the hits as recorded by a really bad muzak studio artist?
Yeah, sorry Dock.
yourmusic is owned by BMG, so essentially it's a record club with more flexibility. I'm sure BMG has cut a deal where they're only paying the artists pennies and they're pressing their own CDs with child labor in Pakistan to keep their costs down.
Well, as long as it's still supporting the artists, and the rest is going to a good cause. Heh.
(edit: XP with Terry)
[Edited by on Jan 5, 2005 at 09:36am.]
(edit: I suppose my husband's tools would add up to more)
[Edited by on Jan 5, 2005 at 09:48am.]
It do add up, don't it? It would probably be a toss up at our house between the music and my rock&mineral collection, oddly enough...
I have more money invested in fabric and beads than music.
I think you'd be amazed at how much stuff you would really need to replace.
Yes, I know. Talking with my family about my grandmother's house (which burned late last year) has been scary. And educational.
Hi amiable!
<waves>
<pounces and smooches Frosti>
Oh sorry.
<dusts him off>
Hi.
Nice to see you too. :-)
I don't see how those record clubs make money...I know they don't sue people for not paying up......at least I've never seen anything on a credit report ...ever!!!
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heck in college i had a roomie that would put in fake names ......
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Well, here's the sneaky part of this deal. If I forget to load up my queue and there's no cd to send me at the appointed monthly time, they're still going to ding me $5.99. So they could conceiveably make $5.99 per month for nothing if I forget about this.
How many CDs do you have, terry?
This has been one of the more persistent earworms I can recall. I've had this playing for over three days now. The opening base line keeps playing, and then the chorus cuts in. Here's hoping this exorcises it.
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<pre>It was long ago
Seems like yesterday
Saw you standing in the rain
Then I heard you say
(chorus)
I want to love but it comes out wrong
I want to live but I don't belong
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses
Love flowers in the springtime
October we were wed
In wintertime the roses died
The blood ran cold
And then she said
(Chorus)
It was long ago
Seems like yesterday
Saw you standing in the rain
Then I heard you say
I need your love but it comes out wrong
I try to live but I don't belong
I close my eyes and I see
Blood and roses
(fade)
<pre>
That song always makes me think of Kristy from school. I can't think of her last name right now. You know, Amy and Leah's slutty/insane friend? She went to the Smithereens concert in Fargo and, according to her, slept with the bass player and drummer after the show. At the same time.
I know exactly who you mean, and thank you for opening that memory lane.Â
<shudders>Â Yipe.
I'm not sure exactly, but I think if I added up my vinyl, cassettes and cd's I probably have something between 1100 and 1200. I know people with A LOT more than that, but I was just thinking about the replacement value. Not that I would want to replace them all. Just random thoughts here....
Speaking of songs stuck in my head I made the mistake of watching VH1's 20 Most Awesomely Bad Number One Songs while I was sick in bed the other day. I've got the most dreadful loop of songs going through my head now.
Thanks. I was just wondering.
Those VH1 shows are like a car wreck. I don't really want to watch but I can't help it.
[Edited by on Jan 7, 2005 at 05:16pm.]
{Way off-topic, but ...)
I think "learning" (or at least getting familiar with) some of the manners and methods of serial killers is useful information. There are many more psychopaths in the general population than is imagined, and while serial killers are a very specific type of psychopath (usually sexual-sadist psychopath), their manipulative, evasive ways of reasoning and behavior are well worth understanding. They are alike as the behavior of bees. It's at least an emotional survival skill to get a clue what these folks are like. How they operate on others.
[Edited 3 times. Most recently by on Jan 7, 2005 at 08:18pm.]
I suppose the serial killer shows are just part of my general fascination with the way people's minds work. Plus my ex could probably be safely classified as a psychopath. His name and that word are probably tucked away together in a file somewhere in the criminal justice system. In any case, I think it's valuable to understand there are people like that out there and to know how they operate.
I could get this back on topic by posting the lyrics to The Marcarena....
Oh, feel free. I happen to think the Marcarena phenomenon was wonderful.
Uh, because it was mindless, inviting fun. Not because it was profound in any way.
A big strength.
When I dance they call me macarena
and the boys they say that I´m buena
they all want me, they can´t have me
So they all come and dance beside me
move with me jam with me
and if your good i take you home with me
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena
Que tuhuelce paralla legria cosabuena
A la tuhuelpa legria macarena Eeeh, macarena
A-Hai 2x
Now don´t you worry ´bout my boy friend
the boy who´s name is Nicorino
I don´t want him, ´cause sent him
he was no good so I - hahaaaa
Now, come on, what was I supposed to do ?
He was outta town and his two friends were soooo fine
Ref. 2x
Claps Ahai Ahai
Keys
Ref. 2x
Lach
Come and find me, my name is Macarena
always at the party,
´cause the chicos think I´m buena
come join me, dance with me
and all your fellows cat hello with me
Ref. 5x
Babe, baby, baby, I'm Gonna Leave You.
I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
I'll leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin'
Leave you when the summer comes along.
Baby, baby, I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I believin',
We really got to ramble.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back home!
Babe...I'm gonna leave you
Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you
Oh I can hear it callin 'me
I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?
I know I never never never gonna leave your babe
But I got to go away from this place,
I've got to quit you, yeah
Baby, ooh don't you hear it callin' me?
Woman, woman, I know, I know
It feels good to have you back again
And I know that one day baby, it's really gonna grow, yes it is.
We gonna go walkin' through the park every day.
Come what may, every day
It was really, really good.
You made me happy every single day.
But now... I've got to go away!
Baby, baby, baby, baby
That's when it's callin' me
I said that's when it's callin' me back home...
And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
Wanted and adored by attractive women
Bountiful selection at your discretion
I know I'm diving into my own destruction
So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
I’m on your list with all your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you’re my kind of man
Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?
So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions
'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Love to think that you couldn't love another
Share a toothbrush...you’re my kind of man
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man
No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater
[Edited by on Jan 9, 2005 at 08:32am.]
Our bed we live, our bed we sleep
Making love and I become you
Flesh is warm with naked feet
Stabbing thorns and you become me
Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
She holds my hand, we share a laugh
Sipping orange blossom breezes
Love is still and sweat remains
A cherished gift unselfish feeling
Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
She tells me things, I listen well
Drink the wine save the water
Skin is smooth I steal a glance
Dragon flies 'er' gliding over
Oh I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you
Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine
Take a bath I'll drink the water that you leave
If you should die before me ask if you could bring a friend
Pick a flower hold your breath and drift away
I'm looking as the candle burns a flame too meet the sky
I leave the candle laughing, I turn my face to cry
A safety pin returns my smile, I nod a brief hello
While you are building molecules with your garden hoe
Why can't this last forever, these things repressed inside
One feels it almost instantly unless one of us died
It's over, it's done, we are meeting again
Just please, please, please, oh, don't keep me from the end
I need to hear the colors red and blue and whispered words
To fly all day and sing in tune and not hear what I heard
To see you all around me and to take you by the hand
And lead you to a brand new world that lately has been banned
We'll build things never built before, we'll do things never done
And just before it's over, it's really just begun
no WAY, terry. I was just gonna post that song!
some questions are better left without a reason
and I would rather reveal myself than my situation
now and then I consider my hesitation
the more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
the more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning
burning bright
I wonder if the things I did were just to be different
to spare myself of the constant shame of my existence
and I would surely redeem myself in my desperation
here and now I'll express my situation
the more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
the more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning bright
there's nothin’ ever wrong
but nothin's ever right
such a cruel contradiction
I know I cross the lines
it’s not easy to define
I'm born to indecision
there's always something new
some path I'm s’posed to choose
with no particular rhyme or reason
the more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
the more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning bright
the more the light shines through me
I pretend to close my eyes
the more the dark consumes me
I pretend I'm burning
I feel there is no need for conversation
Funny. It seems like we did something like that once before but I can't remember specific details. Maybe it's just deja vu all over again.
[Edited by on Jan 11, 2005 at 05:06pm.]
Thank you, Yogi.
this song makes me smile. but I'm leavin' off Usher's part
sometimes wanna be
your lover
sometimes wanna be your friend
sometime wanna hug ya
hold
hands, slow-dance while the record spins
opened up your heart 'cause you said
I made you feel so comfortable
used to play back then, now you all grown-up
like Rudy Huxtable
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up
play fight in
the dark, then we both make up
I'd do anything just to feel your butt
why
you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin'
be a
good girl now, turn around and get these whippings
you know you like it like
that
you don't have to fight back
here's a pillow - bite...that...
and
I'll be settin' separate plays
so on all these separate days
your legs can
go they separate...ways...
tell me again tell me again, baby
that
we'll be lovers and friends ohhh, it's a good look baby
tell me again
tell me over-and-over-and-over again
that we'll be lovers and friends
make sho' you right, before you choose...
I been knowin’ you for a
long time
but fuckin' never crossed my mind
but tonight, I seen somethin'
in ya
that made me wanna get wit' ya
you ain't been nothin’ but a friend
to me
and I never ever dreamed to be
up in here kissin' huggin'
squeezin' touchin'
up in the bathtub rub-a-dubbin’
are you sure you wanna
go this route?
let me know before I pull it out
I would never ever cross
the line
shawty, let me hear it one more time...
one mo’ time...
tell
me again tell me again, baby
that we'll be lovers and friends ohhh,
it's a good look baby
tell me again make sho' you right, before we
leave...
that we'll be lovers and friends tell me
over-and-over-and-over again
Â
also: nubmer!
[Edited 4 times. Most recently by on Jan 19, 2005 at 03:11pm.]
I don't come around
Never call or let her know
I got a life of my own
You know I hate to be around her
When she's like that
I wrote a song once about her
Called "The Brides Have Hit Glass"
You know it just won't last
To be on top of your own world
With no guardrails to cling to
You fall so very fast
It's very odd to find her up again
Staking out expansion
Seeking new exposure
And when she holds out an empty glass
And she comes for a handout
I ask for the same thing - it's sad
And I hold on so sure I can take all she can
Just to be around her
Just to feel bad
One day I will know
That's it's a waste of time
And there's a better road ahead of me
I just don't know how to make it there
So I'll just hang around and take my chance
Once again I'll roll the dice
And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise
And I'll hold out an empty glass
And I'll come for a handout
And I'll ask for the same thing - it's sad
And I'll hold on so confident
That's it all I can give
To try to find my way back
Just to hit glass
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...f**k you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning
memories trapped in time
the night is my companion
and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here
and not be satisfied
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kisses so hot
I’ll take your breath away
after I wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
through this world I’ve stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word
to find the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles and
you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kisses so hot
I’ll take your breath away
after I wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
into this night I wander
it’s morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
nothing stands between us here
and I won’t be denied
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kisses so hot
I’ll take your breath away
after I wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
another nubmer!
[Edited by on Jan 22, 2005 at 04:01pm.]
They played this little gem on the way home from work tonight.
Oingo Boingo--Only a Lad
Johnny was bad, even as a child everybody could tell
Everyone said if you don’t get straight
You’ll surely go to hell
But johnny didn’t care
He was an outlaw by the time that he was
Ten years old
He didn’t wanna do what he was told
Just a prankster, juvenile gangster
His teachers didn’t understand
They kicked him out of school
At a tender early age
Just because he didn’t want to learn things
(had other interests)
He liked to burn things
The lady down the block
She had a radio that johnny wanted oh so bad
So he took it the first chance he had
Then he shot her in the leg
And this is what she said
Only a lad
You really can’t blame him
Only a lad
Society made him
Only a lad
He’s our responsibility
Only a lad
He really couldn’t help it
Only a lad
He didn’t want to do it
Only a lad
He’s underprivileged and abused
Perhaps a little bit confused
His parents gave up they couldn’t influence his attitude
Nobody could help
The little man had no gratitude
And when he stole the care
Nobody dreamed that he would
Try to take it so far
He didn’t mean to hit the poor man
Who had to go and die
It made the judge cry
Only a lad
He really couldn’t help it
Only a lad
He didn’t want to do it
Only a lad
He’s underprivileged and abused
Perhaps a little bit confused
It’s not his fault that he can’t believe
It’s not his fault that he can’t behave
Society made him go astray
Perhaps if we’re nice he’ll go away
Perhaps he’ll go away
He’ll go away
(repeat chorus)
Hey there johnny you really don’t fool me
You get away with murder
And you think it’s funny
You don’t give a damn if we live or if we die
Hey there johnny boy
I hope you fry!
It's got some similarities to Warren Zevon's Excitable Boy going on. And speaking of excitable, I'm loving the new public radio station here in town, 89.3 The Current. Currently (haha) streaming at the link provided. A playlist second to none. Possibly the most interesting radio station I've ever listened to. I've been very big on KFAIfor the last few years, but at times they're a little too off the beaten track. I can only take so much latin music, after all. The Current seems to be the ying to KFAI's yang in the twin cities' "non-commercial" radio department. A sample of the last two hours worth of music:
6:00 pm - 7:00 pm
The Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hollywood Africa
Sly and the Family Stone - Everyday People
Willie Dixon - Walking the Blues
Nas - Bridging the Gap
Cursive - Driftwood: A Fairy Tale
Oingo Boingo - Only A Lad
The Futureheads - Hounds Of Love
The Fall - Green Eyed Locoman
Guided By Voices - Motor Away
5:00 pm - 6:00 pm
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Head On
Eleni Mandell - Can't You See I'm Soulful
Zero 7 - Destiny
Anita Carter - Keep It a Secret
Luna - The Owl & The Pussycat
Ani DiFranco - Studying Stones
PJ Harvey - This Mess We're In
Magazine - Shot By Both Sides
Neko Case & Her Boyfriends - Set Out Running
Martin Zellar - East Side Boys
Belle and Sebastian - Stay Loose
Matthew Sweet - Sick Of Myself
Low - Death of a Salesman
Wedding Present - Always The Quiet One
Beat Happening - Our Secret
I'm going to have to dig out that Zellar album, "Born Under" - it's been a long time since I listened to it. It wasn't quite the Gear Daddies, ya' know - so I didn't get into it at the time as much as I like the song last night. :)