Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"the universe is All Right" - Aldous Huxley Priors - What You Need (DCUP Remix)

When functioning normally, these connective "hubs" appear to help constrain the way we see, hear and experience the world, grounding us in reality. They are also the key nodes of a brain network linked to self-consciousness and depression.

The mPFC is an area that, when dysfunctional, is linked with rumination and obsessive thinking. "Probably the most reliable finding in depression is that the mPFC is overactive," says Carhart-Harris. ... "[Psilocybin] shuts off this ruminating area and allows the mind to work more freely," he says. “That’s a strong indication of the potential of psilocybin as a treatment for depression."

Quieting the mind with mushrooms...

Taking Shrooms Seriously

{I'm learning to accept myself and I think i've always (unwittingly) put my over-active thinking to productive use (so I would hate to take anything synthetic, I'll swim more if I have too; suffer a bit; though shrooms on occasion sounds "naturally" nice) but sometimes those brain synapses also nab me in the ass, in any number of ways...}


Priors - What You Need (DCUP Remix)

MokonaEsMokona (1 month ago)

I can't stop pressing the replay button

redondoj (4 years ago)

That is very true but it must be seeing the positive side to the issue. It's good music and that is what counts. Greetings from Venezuela.

OdettaBOOOM (3 years ago)

She's xxxxxxxxxxxx.. totally a woman..


weirdalfan1980 (1 week ago)

I prefer the full version oppose to 2 partial videos I get along/ e

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wehatevalve (1 year ago)

I like that girl. Who is she? :D Please deliever!
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jiraiya2006 (1 year ago)

walking along the beach moment music
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Monday, January 30, 2012

Pet Shop boys - "It´s all right" - Introspective (album)

I love the synths too @fac5c1981


Pet Shop boys - It´s all right - Introspective

Sometimes I have negative thoughts and I consider myself a super optimist, or am I?

If Not Now, When

(again I'm amazed at coincidences, or are they, I posted a song previous to this and it was titled or the band is called IFWHEN)

http://www.amazon.com/Happier-Learn-Secrets-Lasting-Fulfillment/dp/0071492399/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b/175-9063060-0766220

My friend Kim and I walked around Privincetown, admiring the quaint shops on the main street, listening to the waves breaking on the rocks, breathing in the salty air, savoring that precious feeling of being outside of time that can come when one is in a small town of vacation.

At the time, I was a graduate student living in the competitive environment of the university. I told kim that as soon as I graduated, I wanted to move to a place like Provincetown. I thought that without the looming deadlines and the deadly pace, I would finally experience the calm I had been looking for my entire life. I had often thought about moving to a quiet place after graduation, but as the idea took on the form of words-became tangible - I felt uneasy.

Had I not just fallen into the trap of living in the future? Did I really have to wait until graduation? Kim and I had been working on this book together and were talking and thinking a lot about the question of happiness. WE had been talking about how, despite being in a competitive environment, with a great deal of work, and keeping a fast pace, we could still experience calm. Kim said, "The calmness has to be inside. If you're happy, that happiness in transportable-you take it with you wherever you go." She paused and then added, "Not that the external isn't significant but it doesn't make us happy."

We often imagine that when we reach some future destination, we will feel accomplished, calm, and ready for happiness. WE tell ourselves that, with the attainment of certain goals, we will finally find peace. We tell ourselves that this will happen once we graduate from college, or get tenure, or make enough money, or have a family and children, or - reach any other number of goals that will likely change over the course of our lives. Yet in most cases, shortly after reaching some destination, we return to our base level of well-being. If we are normally anxious and stressed, those fellings will likely return soon after reaching a goal we though would change our lives.

Much of the rat racer's tension stems from the need to feel control over the future. AS a result, she lives in the future. The rat racer lives by the "what if" rather than by the "what is" - in the tense hypothetical future rather than in the calm real present. What if I don't do well on th eexam? What if I don't get a promotion? What if I can't afford the mortgage on my new house? Rather than fully experiencing the here and now, she is, in the words of poet Galway Kinnell, "smearing the darkness of expectation across experience."

Then there are those who, stuck in the past, do not allow themselves to experience happiness in the present. They rehearse their unsatisfying histories, their attempts to live first as rat racers and then as hedonists; they brood over the relationships they tried to rekindle to no avail, the many jobs they worked at without finding their true calling. Always reliving the past, concerned with justifying their unhappiness, they forgo the potential for happiness in their lives. Rather than allowing ourselves to remain enslaved by our past or future, we must learn to make he most of what is presently in front of us and all around us.

This is it

One of the common barriers to happiness is the false expectation that one thing - a boook or a techer, a princess or a knight, an accomplishment, a prize, or a revelation - will bring us eternal bliss. While all these things can contribute to our well-being, at best they form a small part of the mosaic of a happy life. The fairy-tale notion of happiness-the belief that something would carry us to the happily ever after - inevitably leads to disappointment. A happy - or happier - life is rarely shaped by some extraordinary life - changing event; rather, it is shaped incrementally, experience by experience, moment by moment.

To realize, to make real, life's potential for the ultimate currency, we must first accept that "this is it" - that all there is to life is the day-to-day, the ordinary, the details of the mosaic. We are living a happy life when we derive pleasure and meaning while spenidng time with our loved ones, or learning something new, or engaging in a project at work. The more our days are filled with theses experiences, the happier we become. This is all there is to it.


/// excuse the typos and grammatical errors - I gave myself more time for this then I had planned.

I've probably proven that I am an optimist.

Since self diagnosing myself with Cyclothemia a few months ago which is essentially a mood-swing disorder; 1/3 of the time "normal," 1/3 depressed but able to hide (sort of, or you just isolate yourself), and 3rd of the time in a high-energy state which you can kind of write off as a personality trait; perhaps your a tad bubbly or actually ironically a "super optimist."

Wait that last part is a bit tricky (I only gave myself 15-minutes to write this) - cyclothemia is a grey area....

I just wanted to address negative thinking.

I took a class a few years ago but sometimes I forget to keep a gratitude journal; actually I haven't in a long time and rarely have; Its important to actually write it down and not just think but I suppose that counts too.

http://ask.metafilter.com/69617/How-can-I-become-much-less-of-a-pessimist-and-negative-thinker

I even to a class on "Positive Psychology" online but very thorough and rigorous.

Finding Happiness in a Harvard Classroom
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5295168

Six Tips for Happiness

Advice from Tal Ben-Shahar.

1. Give yourself permission to be human. When we accept emotions — such as fear, sadness, or anxiety — as natural, we are more likely to overcome them. Rejecting our emotions, positive or negative, leads to frustration and unhappiness.

2. Happiness lies at the intersection between pleasure and meaning. Whether at work or at home, the goal is to engage in activities that are both personally significant and enjoyable. When this is not feasible, make sure you have happiness boosters, moments throughout the week that provide you with both pleasure and meaning.

3. Keep in mind that happiness is mostly dependent on our state of mind, not on our status or the state of our bank account. Barring extreme circumstances, our level of well being is determined by what we choose to focus on (the full or the empty part of the glass) and by our interpretation of external events. For example, do we view failure as catastrophic, or do we see it as a learning opportunity?

4. Simplify! We are, generally, too busy, trying to squeeze in more and more activities into less and less time. Quantity influences quality, and we compromise on our happiness by trying to do too much.

5. Remember the mind-body connection. What we do — or don't do — with our bodies influences our mind. Regular exercise, adequate sleep, and healthy eating habits lead to both physical and mental health.

6. Express gratitude, whenever possible. We too often take our lives for granted. Learn to appreciate and savor the wonderful things in life, from people to food, from nature to a smile.


I took head shots yesterday but it turned into more of an editorial thing; I got to use a really cool space; it was in San Francisco; it was quite (i like busy public places too but it was nice to just have soft music playing), the artist had cool t-shirts, we kept changing things till it worked; he took some digital pictures for reference (which gave me a breather here and there) on and on - afterwards the artist and I got shawarmas next to the Roxy my favorite place for shawarmas, he's from NYC, we talked about his art, we talked about the "situationists" --


So I just developed a black and white negative in my bathroom; something I love doing... They look like little sketches and thats just a roll I happened to have; three rolls of color film which should be done (same day! we'll see) this afternoon; thats awesome too.

I'm so tempted to scan this roll - because the thought crept into my mind that people might not care if there dark room printed - then I thought maybe I might scan my last shoot too and I would be done with it - sometimes I'm stubborn and just want to do things a certain way; I slowly talked myself into another position of possibly scanning just to "see everything" and then maybe printing one or two, or the ones "needed." It's not a big issue for me anymore; I think I'm going to ask everyone from my last shoot, a month ago, if I could extend my self imposed deadline just a few days so that I could finish printing "the few pictures" and one or two more to my satisfaction...

But I also had other creeping thoughts...like I said I'm fairly optimistic and I have to remind myself that its just today that you can live, its just this moment that you can live.

I wish I would have...

Saturday night, instead of picking an album and posting it in its entirety (I should have picked a band and a world tour), yes impractical to post...but in spirit:) Schiller, thank you, your album selection was great; I know you always try your best and try to be helpful. You even put up with your uncle Timmy making fun of you; how your just a wanna-be blogger. Timmy has a blog; he is also so cool; he only posts a couple times a year.


I know, I know the word epic gets thrown around a lot...
The beginning is beautiful (and throughout) the clouds, colors, the lyrics and what not.

Ifwhen - Hear Less (from split 12" with Dälek)

thanks for the video Ifwhen


Ok a little weird but wonderful (you have to be in the right mood, like going to see a movie) - Gothic, noir, retro Hong Kong, fetishistic and something else i'm sure, all wrapped into one.
john maus - through the skies for you
starring astro boy and ringomilk1988 assembled by joe ibañez from "fuhrer zzz"

Thanks for the video Mr. "colbent"


Really, I'm such a dork posting an entire album, a world tour (that would surely take a while)- sometimes simple is best I could have picked one word.


Siriusmo - Wow


or a random color (at this point it's all theoretical (Saturday has come and gone))...When I listen to this song I imagine: sunny, warm Miami, a beach on Key Biscayne and an occasional tropical rain cloud but those come-and-go and always make the sunny times all the more special.


Elton John - Blue Eyes


Wow, I better go drop off that film.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

"Scarred and Scared" Rod Stewart "Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?"


rod stewart scarred and scared


This album is cool, (thanks Schiller!) albeit starts a bit cheesy "do ya think I'm sexy" it has some nice ballads and amazingly ends with this song.

I better go to sleep right now since I've got to get up early and drive to San Francisco. Another "head shot" test. Moved location from a hair salon to an art gallery in the Tenderloin, because my friend needs pictures of his exhibit; he suggested we shoot there; the make up artist lives really close by, so it all worked out.

eastbaysf (2 weeks ago)

This song tears my heart out. I remember that year it came out, I thought the music then could not get any better... Maybe i am right. I love "you keep me hangin on" Rod.

lesterclaypool1 (7 months ago)

Such an underrated and largely forgotten album thatnks to one certain "Hit". Sigh.

Started out like any one of you
Good intentions and a degree
But one hot night under the neon lights
Killed a boy just seventeen

Now I sit here rainin' on my Maker
Reprieve is all I'm praying for
Lord I fear the hangman's steps approachin'
Will the priest knock gently on my door

And I know I've let my daddy down
and I broke my mother's heart
I'd give anything turn back time again
Just give me one more start

I don't need no trial humiliation
Just tell me that I'm heaven bound
I don't want no two faced consolation
What use is that to me six feet underground

I'm going down to the engine shed
Put a gun up to my head
Blow myself into the promised land
We call it scarred and scared
And if you ever see my son again
Don't let on just how I fared
Tell him, tell him I went down big and strong
I was never, never, never scarred or scared

All the girls that once did gather 'round me
have moved along to someone else
Sitting here desperation is my close friend
What I'd give to kiss one of them now
Oo yeah I'll take you there
I'll take ya there

Standing in the shadows of love - Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?

Couldn't find Rod Stewart's cover


THE MOTOWN STORY - STANDING IN THE SHADOWS OF LOVE


Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm just waitin' for the heartaches to come

I want to run but there's no place to go
'Cause heartaches will follow me I know
Without your love the love I need
It's the beginning of the end for me

'Cause you've taking away
All my reason for living
When you pushed aside
All the love I been giving

Didn't I treat you right now, baby, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best for you now, didn't I?
Don't you leave me

Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come

All alone I'm destined to be
With misery my only company
Might come today, might come tomorrow
But it's for sure I ain't got nothing but sorrow

Now don't your conscience
Kind of bother you
How can you watch me cry
After all I done for you, now hold on a minute

Didn't I treat you right now, honey, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best for you now, didn't I?
So don't you leave me

Standing in the shadows of love
Getting ready for the heartaches to come
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come

I want to run but there's no place to go
'Cause heartaches will follow me I know
Without your love the love that I need
It's the beginning of the end for me

Now don't your conscience
Kinda, kinda bother you
How can you watch me cry
After all the things I done for you

Didn't I treat you right now, baby, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best for you, couldn't I?
Didn't I do right by you, didn't I?
Didn't I screw you right now?

Kept you in luxury, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best for you, didn't I?
Didn't I treat you right now, didn't I?
Didn't I do the best for you now, didn't I?

I'm trying hard not to cry
You know my crying ain't gonna help me now
Without your love, the love that I need
It's the beginning of the end for me
So don't you leave me

Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come
Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come

Standing in the shadows of love
I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come
Standing, standing, standing, standing
Standing, standing, standing, standing

Standing, standing, standing, standing

"Last Summer" Rod Stewart - Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?

couldn't find video:(

Sipping a sangria, with a girl named Julia
Hot Jamaican sand beneath our feet
She purred like a cat, in a Panama hat
She said my pa*sport picture was unique

I said, "I did impersonations, would you like to see?"
Turned around to buy her one more round

Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared, with another guy
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around

The carnival had pa*sed
And my heart was beatin' fast

All these married women, it ain't fair
Nervously I said, "Would you like to come to bed?"
Cold silence pierced the evening air

Instantly she recognized my insecurities
Changin' subjects quickly I agreed

Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared, with another guy, oh baby
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around, nowhere around

The tourist had all gone, winter's comin' on
The hotel chambermaid didn't seem to care
Sharing a Pina Colada, we broke into laughter
I'll never know how we made it up the stairs

We spent the night together and she woke up in my arms
Kissed me tenderly and said goodbye

Then suddenly she disappeared
Like I feared, with another guy, oh baby
Love always seems to let me down
Can be found anywhere around, nowhere around

Love always seems to let me down
Maybe I'll wait until next year, next year, next year

Blondes Have More Fun (LA1979) Rod Stewart Blondes Have More Fun....Or Do They?


Rod Stewart - Blondes Have More Fun(LA1979)



BIGLEYES (4 months ago)

as a blonde myself i am ok with this song suuuuuuuuuuure

Side two: "Attractive Female Wanted" Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?


Atractive Female Wanted Rod Stewart


kapat45 (8 months ago)

There's a shortage of songs from this album on youtube. Rod's version of Standing in the Shadows of Love is my favourite, he just gives it that something more. Love how he sang "Give me a blonde that's six foot two" even then, he's got her now, lucky her.

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broncobarbie46 (2 months ago)

Good music like this never gets old nor will it ever be forgotten!
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TheChuckVaughn (2 months ago)

The BEST album Rod ever recorded and cant find Dirty Weekend on youtube wtf!
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colibridorado7 (2 months ago)

me encanta! 
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probrojeffro (3 months ago)

A funny song. Rod tongue in cheek.

Is That The Thanks I Get (karaoke) Rod Steward - Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?


Is That The Thanks I Get (karaoke)


Did you think I'd take it sitting down
And let you walk all over me?
Thought you knew me much better than that
I keep much better company

With your lawyers and your two timing friends
I guess you know who I mean
Your detectives and your private eyes
Could never win me back again

Just where did it get ya
What satisfaction was had?
You kicked the shit right in my face
Is that all the thanks I get?

You said we made such a pretty pair
Living in harmony
I'm sorry, honey, but I disagree
It seemed more like a comedy

Just look how you lied, girl
That Judas right by your side
He hung you up, so you cut me right down
Is that all the thanks I get?

Guess, I'll find me a brand new girl
That won't take too very long
There's so many floatin' 'round this town
Waitin' by the telephone

And if you want me I'll be in the bar
Back into my usual ways
Or on the corner with the rest of the boys
You and I were just a breath away

It was great while it lasted
But oh Lord, it turned nasty
You didn't give me one chance to explain
Well, is that all the thanks I get?

Is that the thanks I get?
Is that the thanks I get?
Is that the thanks I get for loving you?

the best days of my life - ROD STEWART "Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?"


ROD STEWART - the best days of my life

thanks for the vid! TheJongjons

2634Bets (1 month ago)

A forgotten but Classic ballad by Mr. Stewart

broncobarbie46 (2 months ago)

This is such a precious song bringing back such precious memories! Thanks for posting this.

Ain"t Love A Bitch - Rod Stewart "Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?"

Ain"t Love A Bitch - Rod Stewart


Been in pain and I've been in shame
But ain't love a bitch
I been in fights, locked away for nights
But ain't love a bitch
I been tailed, impaled, strung up
And nailed and left without a stitch
I been scratched 'n' taxed 'n' finally axed
But ain't love a bitch

Oh I didn't understand till I was seventeen
She took me way upstairs and she wiped me clean
Oh I didn't realize she made a first class fool out of me
Oh Maggie if you're still out there the rest is history

You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought you were rough and kinda tough
And maybe out of reach
You're acting chic, playing hide 'n' seek
But ain't love a bitch

Oh I must state right here I been there before
My eyes were closed and so my friends
I still don't know the score
Oh don't underestimate the strength of it
It may be unwise to analyze even the cause of it

You're driving home late one night and on the radio
Comes an old familiar song you used to know so well
(you know a lot about that)
Oh I can't comprehend this thing called love
Maybe it's a matter of fact I just can't grow up
Deep down ain't we all a little juvenile
All I really wanna know is there one sweet angel
That can make me smile

Ain't love a bitch

Torrential rains, wars and hurricanes
I wouldn't budge an inch
Your rent's unpaid and your team lose again
But ain't love a bitch
You can lose your job, your home and your health
But ain't love a bitch
Take it or leave it some day you'll feel it
'cos love is the bitch

Ain't love the bitch, ain't love a bitch
Ain't love a bitch, ain't love a bitch
Ain't love a bitch

Dirty Weekend...Rod Steward "Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?"

Dirty Weekend...darn couldn't find it on Youtube.

(rod stewart / gary grainger)

You book the hotel I'll pack the bags honey
You phone the airlines I'll call a cab
When will you return well that all depends
Just tell your mother that you're staying with friends
'cause I know that you're my best friend's girl
But it's the weekend I don't give a hell

I'll bring the red wine you bring the ludes
Your mother's doctor must be quite a dude
We'll hang the 'don't disturb' outside our door
I'm gonna rock you till your pussy's sore

Oh my sweet diana I can't wait for the manana
There's a hotel down in mexico just made for two
But I don't think you trust me and I can't say I blame you


My reputation precedes me you ain't never gonna leave me

Soon as we get there I'll go check in
Mr and mrs smith of abilene
You get naked honey I'll get down
I'm gonna chase you around
And 'round and 'round and 'round
You say you can't stand monotony
I say what happened to fidelity
Dirty weekend made for two
Just me and you honey
I wanna love that can last for ages
Not the trash you've been giving to strangers

Don't want to make your two big brothers brothers annoyed
Do you think you'll get the polaroid?

Saturday Night Concept Albums...."Blondes Have More Fun...Or Do They?"


Schiller thinks so, he is always having fun! Awh, he's kinda sleepy in this picture.

"Sat Night Concept Albums" posting in their entirety (?) Nah, thats too gimmicky, maybe this once. But being that its Saturday night, that makes it sort of festive, what entire album could I post?

Schiller recommended "Blondes Have More Fun!" The back cover says "...Or Do They?" Hey its kinda rockn' and fun, does have some heartbreakers though.

I didn't know this little guy was such a music buff! He is blonde - I guess he's up on that sort of stuff;) BTW: I kinda met Rod (well I was too little to "meet") the year this album came out - but thats anther story...


Do ya think I'm sexy? - Rod Stewart


thanks CATWOMAN1904


Track listing
[edit] Side one

1. "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?" (Rod Stewart, Carmine Appice) – 5:31
2. "Dirty Weekend" (Stewart, Gary Grainger) – 2:36
3. "Ain't Love a Bitch" (Stewart, Grainger) – 4:39
4. "The Best Days of My Life" (Stewart, Jim Cregan) – 4:21
5. "Is That The Thanks I Get?" (Stewart, Cregan) – 4:32

[edit] Side two

1. "Attractive Female Wanted" (Stewart, Grainger) – 4:17
2. "Blondes (Have More Fun)" (Stewart, Cregan) – 3:46
3. "Last Summer" (Stewart, Cregan) – 4:05
4. "Standin' in the Shadows of Love" (Lamont Dozier, Eddie Holland, Brian Holland) – 4:28
5. "Scarred and Scared" (Stewart, Grainger) – 4:54

Sentimental crap / Should we be hedonist? / Synchronicity / Constantly updating my blog...

"Count on me - Jefferson Airplane" is a nice song and all, I remember it came on after but then I played it (I just unlinked it) and I do believe in "Magic" but the Stones cut-to-the-chase///of what its all about (ok a bit sexist). Every song in existence seems to be about love in some form or other. "Live with Me" universal themes, nothing new, a house, a dog, kids (a butler) etc. you do have to "count on the other person" so to speak and literally at times; its just the sentimentality that suddenly irked me; Jefferson Starship eventually broke-up (not an uncommon occurrence with bands) - the Stones for better or worse - roll on (maybe, ok it could be a cash-cow, but they do seem to have integrity and some sincere love of what they do together).

I don't know why I'm posting so much - I'll get off my soapbox now, talk is cheep. I'm just listening to music; - I guess it cleared my mind though. But this is rather an interesting place for, reflection and telling our stories. I'm mindful that the reality is out-there and that there are things that are unspoken and yet to be imagined but thats another place and another time.

To quote the Black Sheep "this or that" (thanks Raven where ever you are) good advice to all; they've got a great way of putting things: Maybe its about honestly figuring out and focusing on what you love and you'll at least be happy with that or be striving so the hard work makes it worth it (the journey etc etc); and the part about (having your own back) - love yourself foremost or else how can you possibly accept or recognize what real love is (all about) or ultimately find it, or allow it to find you (didn't want to end on a preposition o.w.e.). I'm no expert, cause I think I just invented the boomerang. I think I'm going to go to bed and re-read "The Cosmic Trigger" (Thanks again Raven) Vol. 1 Robert Anton Wilson - synchronicity, chakras, and weird interesting stuff.

If you where old and dying and could somehow send a message, or suddenly appear to our younger selves - I wonder what we would each tell ourselves. Would you tell yourself to be a hedonist? Probably not the best advice, cause its kind of empty ultimately. Hmmmm?

"out to rock the globe while its still here to rock"

and

"I live with me I got my back tonight, you know what I'm saying"

Hmm...how did I suddenly connect "I live with me..." Black Sheep with "Live with Me" Rolling Stones?


The Rolling Stones - LIVE WITH ME


"You'd look good pram pushing
Down the high street" ;)

thank you "rockliveson69" "It's very clear that this song is catchy, rhythmic, and just plain awesome."

vs

Jefferson Starship Count On Me


"Live With Me"

I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
Must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don'cha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
And there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well they queue up for the bathroom
Round about 7:35
Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive?
You'd look good pram pushing
Down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear
The cook she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's wild for Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
Don'cha think there's a place for us
Right across the street
Don'cha think there's a place for you,
In between the sheets?

Miracles


Jefferson Starship - Miracles



Gamer606 (32 minutes ago)

I'm the daughter of the son of the man who liked this song<3
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Firebrand59 (5 hours ago)

I love this song, I dedicate this song to Joe, I love you still so much....I don't know why you turned away from me.........
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kiljoy67 (7 hours ago)

lovely song...no miracles though
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rexrockandroll (1 day ago)

THIS IS THE EPITOME OF love songs..THINK OF IT...LOVE IN ITSELF IS A MIRACLE AND SOMETIMES IT WORKS AND SOMETIMES IT DIES HARD, I KNOW THAT FROM EXPERIENCE..BUT I DO REMEMBER BACK IN HS AND COLLEGE IN LATE 70'S THIS WAS THE ONE SONG THAT GOT MANY OF US MOTIVATED AND OUT TO FIND WHO WE THOUGHT WE WANTED TO SPEND LIFE WITH...FOR ME, DIDNT WORK LIKE THAT...BUT TAUGHT ME ABOUT TONS..THANX JEANMARIE, JANET, LAURA(my x wife), ..DAMN....LIFE SUX SOMETIMES BUT TIME TO MOVE ON AND KILL AND CONQUER PAST.
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bbbbbbfg1 (1 day ago)

SUPERNATURAL RULES !!!!!
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LairaMarie (1 day ago)

This song is one of my favorites! I had a 3rd row seat at one of their concerts, and they played this song, of course. The version that was played had a disco beat to it. I cannot find that on the internet anywhere. Can someone post a link if one exists? Thank you!

If only you believe like I believe, baby
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I
If only you believe like I believe, baby
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I.

I might have to move heaven and earth to prove
It to you, baby
So we're makin' love and you feel the power
And I feel the power
Then there's really nothing that we can't do
If we wanted to, baby
We could exist on the stars
It'd be so easy
All we gotta do
Is get a little faith in you
Oh, I've been (to) so many places
I've seen some things
I know, love is the answer
Keeps holding this world together
Ain't nothing better
Ain't nothing better
And all the answers to our prayers
Hell , it's the same everywheres, baby
Nothing ever breaks up the heart
Only tears give you away
Then you're right where I found ya
With my arms around ya
Oh baby, baby, baby, love is a magic word, yeah
Few ever find in a lifetime
But from that very first look in your eyes
I knew you and I had but one heart
Only our bodies were apart
That was so easy, so easy
I had a taste of the real world
When I went down on you, girl.

If only you believe like I believe, baby
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I
If only you believe like I believe, baby
We'd get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I.

I can hear windmills and rainbows
Whenever you're talkin' to me
I feel like swirling and dancin'
Whenever you're walking with me
You ripple like a river when I touch you
When I pluck your body like a string
When I start dancin' inside ya
Oh baby, you make me wanna sing
Yeah, baby, baby, baby, baby
Oh yeah, all right
Baby, we're sure doin' it tonight
Everytime you come by, let me try
Pretty, please sugar on it
That's how I like it
I can't even believe it, with you
It's like having every dream I ever wanted
Come true
I picked up your vibes
You know it opened my eyes
But I'm still dreamin' yeah
And you're right where I found ya
With my arms around ya.

Refrain (2x)

Moonlight Mile


The Rolling Stones - Moonlight Mile



When the wind blows and the rain feels cold
With a head full of snow
With a head full of snow
In the window theres a face you know
Dont the nights pass slow
Dont the nights pass slow

The sound of strangers sending nothing to my mind
Just another mad mad day on the road
I am just living to be lying by your side
But Im just about a moonlight mile on down the road

Made a rag pile of my shiny clothes
Gonna warm my bones
Gonna warm my bones
I got silence on my radio
Let the air waves flow
Let the air waves flow

Oh Im sleeping under strange strange skies
Just another mad mad day on the road
My dreams is fading down the railway line
Im just about a moonlight mile down the road

Im hiding sister and Im dreaming
Im riding down your moonlight mile
Im hiding baby and Im dreaming
Im riding down your moonlight mile
Im riding down you moonlight mile

Let it go now, come on up babe
Yeah, let it go now
Yeah, flow now baby
Yeah move on now yeah

Yeah, Im coming home
cause, Im just about a moonlight mile on down the road
Down the road, down the road
phone

Sway


The Rolling Stones - Sway



SWAY
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Did you ever wake up to find
A day that broke up your mind
Destroyed your notion of circular time

It's just that demon life has got you in its sway
It's just that demon life has got you in its sway

Ain't flinging tears out on the dusty ground
For all my friends out on the burial ground
Can't stand the feeling getting so brought down

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

There must be ways to find out
Love is the way they say is really strutting out

Hey, hey, hey now
One day I woke up to find
Right in the bed next to mine
Someone that broke me up with a corner of her smile, yeah

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me in its sway

It's just that demon life has got me in its sway
It's just that demon life has got me...

It's just that demon life has got me...

Friday, January 27, 2012

Wild Horses

It starts iffy but give this one a chance.

The Rolling Stones - Wild Horses - 1975

priceless comments

Exilemainstreet (1 year ago)

Not the best tour, but they nailed this song. When Keith and Ronnie advance to the mics to sing.... just amazing.

TheKalen486 (3 days ago)

the band on coke, ETOH, heroin, pills (upper/downer) possible lsd but still put a satisfactory performance any band today would kill for or could live up to. i see where the old GNR got the sound and behaviors from a mixture of zepplin and stones

dannyd1572 (1 week ago)

@fondofrory I never seen a band (or some members) that could be so coked and wasted, and make drunk sound so good. Love my Stones!


Muscle Shoals


The Rolling Stones - Wild Horses '69




Wild Horses (Rolling Stones)



7sadbeeyotsh7 (1 week ago)

This song isnt about animals!




Keith Richards - Wild Horses



MegaPecicilan (5 days ago)

keith u never old... becouse drug on use.. luv yaa

a hummingbird made my day...

Agonizing is too strong of a word - I've returned to a print, after a couple weeks,I thought it would be the easiest; i just looked at the contact sheet and it just dawned on me that instead of split filtering I might simply try the number three filter that I made the contact with. The highlight is right next to this deep black and they are so far apart. Last night I almost got it to where I want and right now I think I can get a fairly acceptable version. I've approached it from different angles; I just tried flashing and I'll probably do one more test strip doing that; that might help bring up the white, to just above paper white so that it will be easier to get some detail in the highlight; paper white is sometimes good but only in the "twinkle of an eye" or the edge of something shinny. I also tried solarizing but its not the right kind of picture for that.

Maybe it felt like agony because I hadn't had lunch but I had had about 3 cups of coffee too many;)

Around lunchtime, it's so sunny today, I sat in some ice plant and contemplated life, for those three extra cups of coffee, I was enjoying it so much, the warmth of the sun it was great; I tried not to think about anything not even tomorrow or even that afternoon, just that moment - it was becoming really hard to snap-out-of; so I thought i'll play some music on my phone just three songs progressively more upbeat so that I could actually get stuff done.

So when I was playing Blur Song 2 (techno remix) i felt some drops hit my hand and also land in my coffee; what? I looked up and there were no other birds around accept a hummingbird sitting on a telephone wire above my head - I swear it looked down at me and I think that little bird even laughed - he went WOOHOO! and flew off:) [I swear to god this happened]

So between the slowness and challenge of making darkroom prints, one print at a time (the tones are so beautiful, its worth it) and a hummingbirds fondness for sugar (and apparently pranks) I must conclude that sometimes life is like molasses - slow, sticky, a tad bitter, a little weird but oh s-o-w-e sweet.


Fun Facts About Hummingbirds

Do Hummingbirds Sing?
By Hummingbird
How do you describe the sound a hummingbird makes? This is somewhat difficult to do, but the sound a hummingbird makes isn’t a true “song.” Hummingbirds will vocalize by making chirping notes. The call of a hummingbird is made up of a series of short buzz trills and chirps. Hummingbirds’ wings ‘buzz’ or make a whirring sound while the birds are in flight. This sound is referred to as a "wing whistle." The hummingbird will frequently vocalize in effort to attract a mate.

Well it sounds like a melody, I've heard hummingbirds before and their cute little singing; and their cute little laugh too. So I'll never forget today because it was also the day that I drank hummingbird pee in my coffee;)


Haselfuchs (2 months ago)
"Nice footage but I miss Herr Lloyd here and his fabulous cheekbones and furious body moves...snif"

Alphaville Sound Like A Melody Musik Convoy
Oh Germany, I love Germany...

"Snif," at the end, you got to love that comment.


Blur - Song 2 (Prezioso ft. Marvin Remix)

WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!
WOOHOO!

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is,
No -

WOOHOO!
When I feel heavy metal WOOHOO!
And I'm pins and I'm needles WOOHOO!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you!

I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my - problem -

WOOHOO!
When I feel heavy metal WOOHOO!
And I'm pins and I'm needles WOOHOO!
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you!

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Anne Clark - God Willing / I just tried to flip a head shot picture in Canvas...

Im probably the only photographer on the planet who doesn't own Photoshop. This is so ridiculous I'm laughing at myself. I use to use Photobucket to re-orientate horizontals to vertical and what not but then my browser went out of date; the last few months I've been emailing my pictures to a friend and he'll flip them for me (he is a saint); I need more RAM for my MAC for the latest browsers. Damn I guess I procrastinated enough and I'll get Photoshop while I'm at it so I can at least spot pictures [Or fuck, probably not; it might take away from my Blogging, 5 posts since midnight; I feel like Andrew Sullivan;].

I've relied on my dear old friend Albert for any Photoshop work and recently Kenny. I kind of like the idea of "outsourcing" certain things which I appreciate but am no so interested in learning.
There is the whole efficiency sake and self sufficiency arguments that can be made (of course). When I use to scan my black and white negatives it was so hard to have to wait (I owns a scanner but not as good and its so time consuming) my buddies at the camera store have always tried their best to expedite (thanks Ethan), sometimes I've gone to get coffee; it only takes 15 minutes.

As of last year I swore that I wouldn't scan my b&w negatives - making a contact sheet is actually quicker sometimes and I've learned to be patient. BUT Wow this last shoot Dec. 29th...I could have been finished, theoretically that is, on Jan 1st! This is only the third time that i've only made darkroom prints; 4 weeks and I haven't even made that many prints but I've finally dialed it in; today I made educated guesses on exposures and that saved a lot of time. At least the color stuff comes out fairly quick; that too needs spotting etc. (thankfully done with those).


So I'll post that head shot picture later, hold your breath in anticipation.

Thanks Jennifer, Vanessa, (Albert, Ethan, and Kenny (eventually) needs retouching but I like this "hot" version too) and the lady at the salon.

More head shots to take this weekend...


This is the song for the picture - I hope it can live up to "God willing (JCRZ Moroderian Remix)"

if it doesn't at least you have that amazing video "Koyaanisqtasi" featured in the God Willing video




Pet Shop Boys feat Anne Clark - God Willing (JCRZ Moroderian Remix)



Sheryl Crow - Soak Up The Sun



The Rolling Stones Hang Fire

Neil Young - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere.


Neil Young - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere.


this dream came true and kinda went and probably will return

my biggest decisions these days is whether I should tone a print (or not)

then i'm daydreaming doing (that) and it takes five hours [7 of the same print and all the in between test-strips - research on the internet & a little daydreaming; then went swimming] - i did make a breakthrough rediscovering techniques; thanks Mr. Carson for accompanying me in my "woodshed"


Wes Carson

Crazy Train- Ozzy Osbourne


Crazy Train- Ozzy Osbourne


I woke up this morning wanting to listen to this song.

Neil Young Round Round (It Won't Be Long)


Neil Young Round Round (It Won't Be Long)




"Round & Round (It Won't Be Long)"

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

It's hard enough losin'
the paper illusion
you've hidden inside,
Without the confusion
of findin' you're usin'
the crutch of the lie
To shelter your pride when you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

Now you're movin' too slow
and wherever you go
there's another beside.
It's so hard to say no
to yourself and it shows
that you're losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.

How the hours will bend
through the time that you spend
till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend
looking over the end
and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.

Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It won't be long, it won't be long
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It won't be long, it won't be long.


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TheFishMiester (7 months ago)

I was listening to this song when I got the call from the hospital that my Dad died of Cancer in 1971 ! It was terminal so that's why I think I Could relate to this tune, because I knew he could go at any time, but it was so ironic that I had this on when I got the call !
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bwilburful (2 months ago)

I first heard this in 86, I was 22. Now I am 47 and it's been a blink of an eye. So yea, it won't be long whether you are 22 or 47, or 69. Time doesn't matter. Make the best. Fishmeister, my heart goes out to you.
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Arf1223 (1 week ago)

Takes me back to a quiet summer afternoon in '77, a two story cabin in the counry in Oregon, going thruogh my Hippie neighbor's records. Before this I'd only heard Harvest. A few weeks before leaving home far too young.
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rumbapsych (2 months ago)

Robin Lane. She has an amazing voice.

Joni Mitchell - For free


Joni Mitchell - For free




I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels
The wind rushed around in the dirty town
And the children let out from the schools
I was standing on a noisy corner
Waiting for the walking green
Across the street he stood
And he played real good
On his clarinet, for free

Now me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I've got a black limousine
And two gentlemen
Escorting me to the halls
And I play if you have the money
Or if you're a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He was playing real good, for free

Nobody stopped to hear him
Though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never
Been on their T.V.
So they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song
Maybe put on a harmony...
I heard his refrain
As the signal changed
He was playing real good, for free

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I was eating pistachio ice cream for breakfast...

...looking out the window at a pistachio colored ocean shipping container (the color just dawned on me) where i've set up my darkroom (thank you Dennis) I use to export "produce" a fun (crazed) time in my life and so I've occasionally wondered where that container might have traveled too but also it could have just sat somewhere for the longest time and never gone anywhere like its doing now. So before I wrote this I was looking out the window staring at the sun and wind blowing back the grass thinking (because the colors where so muted like a photograph) imagining that this was the 70's the 60's - 500 years ago, the age of the vikings - the cars passing by kinda ruined it but not really - that grass and sun kept blowing it was more powerful everything else seems trite by comparison.



- I was just drinking (barely) a cup of yesterdays reheated coffee, I had to really press down.

"my heart leaps up"

i can make more:)


P.S. I just looked over on my bed and noticed my pistachio colored copy of "The Poems of Spencer" 400 years ago too. Alright, thats overkill

P.S.S. (yes i reread my own blog (sometimes)) I just noticed the header, its pistachio colored too! I had to mention that, this is its only opportunity.



Yuri Liberzon playing Dance of the Forest Ghosts by Konstantin Vassiliev


I've never been the type to sit around and listen to "Hooty" but sometimes in the darkroom, I can't change the station (though I think I've always liked this song, just a bit too loose on those long chorus fake out breakdowns, I like it tighter-but-loose (what?) like "the rolling stones" maybe i'm trying to say I like a good riff OMFG i just remembered a dream I had last night I was like the 3rd guitarist in a band and then it came time for my lead; it was so simple a classic 50's chuck berry shuffle; i was slightly off stage doing who knows what - so i'm simultaneously walking back, other guitarist gives me my Q - it was crap but somewhat inspired, I still managed to "one string it" as I turned up the volume


Hootie and the Blowfish - Time (lyrics) - Cracked Rear View

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Julien Sorel...or William Keith

Funny, never, then suddenly people are contacting me through my blog for photo shoots...
I had forgot that I had switched my"real name," no real reason; anonymity (?) not really, I think just for fun so I could "try out" new names...

One of my (most) favorite novels. Spoiler alert: Don't read the entire link if you intend to read.


"Julien Sorel" from Stendhal's The Red and The Black


Another name idea was keep the first and change the second "William Keith" My hero has always been Keith Richards; I use to play a lot of guitar...in my early 20's i wrecked a nice Gibson Hummingbird and ran over a 12-string; finally a few years ago in a "haze" in Hollywood (classic) pawned my last electric a blonde tele with a humbucker; oh yeah sort of related (this was an accident; we forgot the due date) on an impromptu trip to Montana I pawned a beautiful Gibson J200 with ebony fret board, abalone inlays; because a friend needed to get his video camera out of a pawn shop (I shouldn't have reminded myself of that)...

So, "William Keith," Its like a first-name-last-name thing, why not (?) I'm not sure; a friend I made in NYC liked it and another friend too - who knows me better.

Sorry father, but hey we would still share a first name (yours being in spanish); I've only had your last name for about half my life anyway; oh yeah and wasn't it my mother who wanted me to take on your last name (now i'm starting to piece it together....) Nothing personal because see with my slacker California accent, it kinda gets stuck in my mouth and I even lost the ability to trill my RRR's and some old timer guy made a joke about sleeping in cars - you know "Car" "dozing" hahaha Oh father and not a grudge either just the reality, saw you once in twenty-years; then when I'm 20-minutes away; right turn left turn Santa Monica Blvd. you came over once in two years. Oh yeah and my younger brother who's awesome; i regret not coming over - his name is "William" too, In spanish I think, thats cool, just doing a tally;)

L.A. is nice this time of year...maybe I should pay you a visit.

Half an hour later...interesting, I feel better; maybe I will change my last name.


The Clash - Whats My Name?



Clash
What's My Name

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not who I want to be
I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up!
I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad go pissed so I got clocked
Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot
Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box
Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight?
I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip
An' you won't know who came
What's my name

Monday, January 23, 2012

"Rainy Day", Shuggie Otis

Friday night, when it was raining, I was listening to this song and looking out the window watching the light shimmering and the sound of the water.

Afterward, the next day, I was surprised (I shouldn't have been surprised) - the name fit the mood of the song.


I've had this CD for 10-years but haven't listened to it in a while, "Inspiration Information" (1974), Epic Records, I remember buying it at the Virgin Mega Store in San Francisco. I liked the cover and the titles; they seemed intriguing.


"Rainy Day", Shuggie Otis

Thanks for posting pilhasonora; the Forest Service cartoon is perfect.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

I suddenly can't seem to find songs for my blog...

Thursday's post was going to be the swan song - the "WKRP in Cincinnati" theme..."in case you ever wondered what ever became of me, I'll be living on the air in Cincinnati, Cincinnati WKRP W...K...R...P... in Cin-cin-nateee

Earlier last year I noticed that I had really slowed down with the blog posts; I think it was because I was trying to make a conscious effort to not spend time in front of my computer. I never set out to get followers or "search" traffic its just been about staring at my pictures and listening to music till they both came into accord. Sometimes i'll go way back and see if I still like a picture; that sort of thing. Also, I know for a fact that my six followers don't even follow. I pretty much know them - accept for the guy from Switzerland, he was cool and even wrote me an email.

I've never written much (until recently) perhaps occasionally a weird dream. Also, I'd started regretting all my recent posts, like I said it hasn't been my thing to "share" so much - in my mind it had become "overkill" "wielding a bicycle chain." But, I suddenly had a moment of peace; in the entire scheme of things it wasn't about "hate," far from it, the exact opposite and it came from my heart and with sincerity (and on many different levels and I enjoy a pun or two). "I was only singing " "oh mi corazon"




Martin Solveig & Dragonette - Hello




Notorious B.I.G - Hypnotize [ ORIGINAL ]




THE CLASH - lost in the supermarket



The Clash - Spanish Bombs


i'm getting that feeling again, that sometimes, it's probably more practical to be "cool" and shut the hell up.


Morrissey Such a Little Thing Makes Such a Big Difference



Morrissey - The world is full of crashing bores


Maybe I won't quit my blog, quite yet, but after this I might stick to "instrumentals" for a while (seriously).


The Clash- Somebody Got Murdered



Death is a star-The Clash subtitle!!


Such a Little Thing Makes Such a Big Difference (Morrissey)

Such a little thing
Such a little thing
But the difference it made was grave
There you go
Wielding a bicycle chain
Oh, why won't you change ?
Change and be nicer ?

Such a little thing
A gentle tone of kindness
Or written words on paper
- can you write ?

How I love all of
The very complicated things of life
(God's good air)
How I love all of
The very complicated things of life

Such a little thing
A fumbling politeness
The difference saved me
Wielding a bicycle chain
Why won't you change ?
"I WILL NOT CHANGE
AND I WILL NOT BE NICE"
Most people keep their brains
Between their legs
(Don't you find ?)

Leave me alone - I was only singing
Leave me alone because
I was only singing
Leave me alone - I was only singing
Leave me alone
You have just proved (again)
Most people keep their brains
between their legs


Morrissey - The world is full of crashing bores

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, But don't stare
Because he's still there
Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, They who wish to hurt you, Work within the law
This world is full, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, 'Cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms, And love me

You must be wondering how
The boy next door turned out
Have a care, And say a prayer
Because he's still there

Lamenting policewomen policemen silly women taxmen
Uniformed whores, Educated criminals, Work within the law
This world is full, Oh oh, So full of crashing bores
And I must be one, cos no one ever turns to me to say
Take me in your arms, Take me in your arms
And love me, And love me

What really lies, Beyond the constraints of my mind
Could it be the sea, With fate mooning back at me
No it's just more lock jawed pop stars
Thicker than pig shit, Nothing to convey
They're so scared to show intelligence
It might smear their lovely career

This world, I am afraid, Is designed for crashing bores
I am not one, I am not one
You don't understand, You don't understand, And yet you can
Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, And love me

Take me in your arms and love me, Love me, love me
Take me in your arms and love me, Take me in your arms and love me

Death is a Star - The Clash

And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades

The thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love

In a one stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon

The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus

By chance or escaping from misery
Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
You could see the bad go down again

And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.

The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again

Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset

In vain lovers claimed
But they never had met.


Notorious B.I.G - Hypnotize

Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct n***** don't think shit stink
Pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if the head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to bruise crews who
Do something to us, talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently *** frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin'
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps
Packin', askin' who want it, you got it *** flaunt it
That Brooklyn bull***, we on it

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

I put *** in NY onto DKNY
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace
All Philly ***, dough and Moschino
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi

Now who's the real dookie, meanin' who's really the ***?
Them *** ride ***, Frank White push the sticks
On the Lexus, LX, four and a half
Bulletproof gla*s tints if I want some ***

Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so-called gangsters pa*s
At last, a *** rappin' 'bout blunts and broads
Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars

I still leave you on the pavement
Condo paid for, no car payment
At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff
Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement
Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy
Richer than Richie, till you *** come and get me

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

I can fill ya wit real millionaire ***
Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
Wreck it buy a new one
Your crew run run run, your crew run run

I know you sick of this, name brand *** wit
Flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
So get with this ***, it's easy
Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten

Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian
Come up to your job, hit you while you workin'
For certain, Poppa freakin', not speakin'
Leave that *** leakin', like rapper Demo

Tell them ***, take they clothes off slowly
Hit 'em wit the force like Obie, dick black like Toby
Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
Where the safe show me, homey

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Biggie, Biggie, Biggie can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James, WKRP in Cincinnati, sometimes i feel like Bjork, a KFOG afternoon in the darkroom ###

Photobucket

"Slowride, Take It Easy" Fog Hat


Men At Work - Overkill (1983)



Invisible Sun - The Police




WKRP in Cincinnati Theme


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Etta James died today...she was born Jamesetta Hawkins; January 25, 1938



Etta James - Sunday Kind Of Love


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Lets Get Physical - Summer Nights

(again) Meditation from Thaïs


Massenet: Meditation (Thais) Nigel Kennedey


I get it now, the false ending of this piece @4:45 (its not in the other recording by Nathan Milstein) perhaps that recording simply has a longer "rest." Coming in Act 2, I think its a prelude to the ending, when Thaïs is dying - heaven is opening and the angels are welcoming her into their midst.



Scene 2[4]

The Cenobite monks express anxiety over Athanaël's antisocial and morose behavior since his return from Alexandria. Athanaël enters and confesses to Palémon that he has begun to experience sexual longing for Thaïs. Palémon castigates him for having attempted to convert her in the first place. Athanaël falls into a depressed sleep and has an erotic vision of Thaïs. He tries to seize her, but she laughingly evades him. Then, a second vision tells him that Thaïs is dying.

Scene 3

Feeling that existence is worth nothing without her, he repudiates all his vows and rushes off to find her. He reaches the convent and finds her on her deathbed. He tells her that all he taught her was a lie, that "nothing is true but life and the love of human beings", and that he loves her. Blissfully unaware, she describes the heavens opening and the angels welcoming her into their midst. She dies, and Athanaël collapses in despair.









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Thaïs (pronounced tah-eess / ta:'i:s) is an opera in three acts by Jules Massenet to a French libretto by Louis Gallet based on the novel Thaïs by Anatole France. It was first performed at the Opéra Garnier in Paris on 16 March 1894, starring the American soprano Sybil Sanderson, for whom Massenet had written the title role.[1] The work was first performed in Italy at the Teatro Lirico Internazionale in Milan on 17 October 1903 with Lina Cavalieri in the title role and Francesco Maria Bonini as Athanaël. In 1907, the role served as Mary Garden's American debut in New York in the U.S. premiere performance.

Thaïs takes place in Egypt during Byzantine rule, where a Cenobite monk, Athanaël, attempts to convert Thaïs, an Alexandrian courtesan and devotee of Venus, to Christianity, but discovers too late that his obsession with her is rooted in lust; while the courtesan's true purity of heart is revealed, so is the religious man's baser nature. The work is often described as bearing a sort of religious eroticism, and has had many controversial productions. Its famous Méditation, the entr'acte for violin and orchestra played between the scenes of Act II, is an oft-performed concert music piece; it has been arranged for many different instruments.

After Manon and Werther, Thaïs is one of Massenet's most performed operas, but it is not part of the standard operatic repertoire. The role of Thaïs, similar to another Massenet heroine also written for Sybil Sanderson, Esclarmonde, is notoriously difficult to sing and is reserved for only the most gifted of performers. Modern interpreters have included Carol Neblett, Anna Moffo, Beverly Sills, Leontyne Price and, most recently, Renée Fleming.[2][3] Géori Boué is particularly associated with the role.
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Massenet's Meditation from Thaïs


Nathan Milstein plays Massenet Meditation


Teodora recommended this one, I thought she was only into ROCK. Italian opera, right, of course. Awh, if it were possible I would take her to the opera, to see Thaïs, its her favorite.

Act 1

Scene 1

A group of Cenobite monks go about their daily business. Athanaël, the most rigorous ascetic of them all, enters and confesses to the senior monk, Palémon, that he has lately been disturbed by visions of a courtesan and priestess of Venus named Thaïs, whom he had seen many years ago in his native city of Alexandria. Believing these visions to be a sign from God, he resolves, against Palémon's advice, to return to Alexandria, convert Thaïs to Christianity, and persuade her to enter a convent.

Scene 2

Athanaël arrives in Alexandria and visits his old friend Nicias, a wealthy voluptuary. Nicias welcomes him with open arms and reveals himself to be Thaïs's current lover. Upon hearing Athanaël's plan, he laughs and warns him that the revenge of Venus can be terrible. Nevertheless, he procures clothing for his friend in preparation for a feast that evening at which Thaïs will appear. His slaves, Crobyle and Myrtale, dress Athanaël and mock his prudery.

The feast begins. Thaïs arrives and sings a bittersweet love duet with Nicias: this is their last night together. She then asks him about Athanaël, who overhears her and tells her that he has come to teach her "contempt for the flesh and love of pain." Not tempted by this proposition, she offends his sense of propriety with a seductive song. He leaves, angrily promising to come back later. She taunts him with a parting shot: "Dare to come, you who defy Venus!"
[edit] Act 2

Scene 1

Exhausted after the feast, Thaïs expresses dissatisfaction with her empty life and muses on the fact that one day, old age will destroy her beauty. Athanaël enters at this vulnerable moment, praying to God to conceal her beauty from him. He tells her that he loves her according to the spirit rather than the flesh, and that his love will last forever, instead of for a single night. Intrigued, she asks him to teach her the ways of this love. He nearly succumbs to her physical charm, but succeeds in explaining to her that if she converts, she will gain eternal life. She nearly succumbs to his eloquence, but then reasserts her nihilistic worldview and drives him away. However, after a long meditation she changes her mind.

Scene 2

Thaïs has joined Athanaël and resolved to follow him into the desert. He orders her to burn down her house and possessions in order to destroy all traces of her wicked past. She agrees, but asks if she can keep a statuette of Eros, the god of love, explaining to Athanaël that she sinned against love rather than through it. When he hears that Nicias gave it to her, however, Athanaël demands that she destroy it. Nicias appears with a group of revelers, who see Athanaël taking Thaïs away. Furious, they begin to stone him. Although Nicias is astonished at Thaïs' decision to leave, he respects it and throws handfuls of money to distract the crowd. Thaïs and Athanaël escape.
[edit] Act 3

Scene 1

Thaïs and Athanaël travel on foot through the desert. Thaïs is exhausted, but Athanaël forces her to keep going and thus do penance for her sins. They reach a spring, where Athanaël begins to feel pity rather than disgust for her, and they share a few moments of idyllic, platonic companionship as they rest. Shortly afterwards, they reach the convent where Thaïs is to stay. Placing her in the care of Mother Superior Albine, Athanaël realizes that he has accomplished his mission—and that he will never see her again.

Scene 2[4]

The Cenobite monks express anxiety over Athanaël's antisocial and morose behavior since his return from Alexandria. Athanaël enters and confesses to Palémon that he has begun to experience sexual longing for Thaïs. Palémon castigates him for having attempted to convert her in the first place. Athanaël falls into a depressed sleep and has an erotic vision of Thaïs. He tries to seize her, but she laughingly evades him. Then, a second vision tells him that Thaïs is dying.

Scene 3

Feeling that existence is worth nothing without her, he repudiates all his vows and rushes off to find her. He reaches the convent and finds her on her deathbed. He tells her that all he taught her was a lie, that "nothing is true but life and the love of human beings", and that he loves her. Blissfully unaware, she describes the heavens opening and the angels welcoming her into their midst. She dies, and Athanaël collapses in despair.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Teodora "She's my little rock n' roll..." Torn and Frayed, Winter, Sweet Virginia

I got into a spat with my photo enlarger today - her english isn't very good (she's Italian). I thought I was being meticulous: 2 days, rrr 3 actually, 35 test strips (!I felt like ansel-fucking-adams!), final print and no fuckn way the bulb had been slightly dimming and i had been slightly correcting - five more minutes and it wouldn't have mattered.

She fuckn giggled so I made her squirm when I replaced her bulb;) She's making me confess on my blog (catholic thing). Her name is Teodora, she's into clothes and interesting people (she thinks landscapes are boring) - she can be a little bitchy but she does have a lot of soul.

Sometimes, in her broken Italian I hear her singing, "I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed Plug in, flush out And fire the fuckin' feed.." or "The sunshine bores the daylights out of me chasing shadows, moonlight mystery.."

Sometimes we sing together, to songs on the radio.

Awh, she's my little rock n' roll...



Rolling Stones - Little T&A



Rocks Off ~ The Rolling Stones




The Rolling Stones - Torn and Frayed




The Rolling Stones Winter




The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia



ROCKS OFF

Oh yeah
I hear you talking When I'm on the street Your mouth don't move But I can hear you speak
What's the matter with the boy? He don't come around no more Is he checking out for sure? Is he gonna close the door on me?
I'm always hearing voices On the street I want to shout But I can't hardly speak
I was making love last night To a dancer friend of mine I can't seem to stay in step 'Cause every time that she pirouettes over me
And I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off While I'm sleeping

I'm zipping through the days At lightning speed Plug in, flush out And fire the fuckin' feed

Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more
But I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off While I'm sleeping
Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene It's all mesmerized, all that inside me

The sunshine bores the daylights out of me Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery

Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more
But I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off While I'm sleeping
I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming I only get my rocks off While I'm sleeping
Only get them off Only get them off Get them off Only get them off


WINTER

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

And it's sure been a cold, cold winter
And the wind ain't been blowin' from the south
It's sure been a cold, cold winter
And the light of love is all burned out

It sure been a hard, hard winter
My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground
And I hope it's gonna be a long, hot summer
And the light of love will be burnin' bright

And I wish I'd been out in California
When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out
But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle
And the restoration plays have all gone 'round

It sure been a cold, cold winter
My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground
And the fields has all been brown and fallow
And the springtime take a long way around

Yeah, and I wish I'd been out in Stony Canyon
When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out
But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle
And the restoration plays have all gone 'round

Sometimes I think about you, baby
Sometimes I cry about you
Lord well well well

Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you
Sometimes I wanna keep you warm
Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you
Sometimes I wanna burn a candle for you



SWEET VIRGINIA

Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine, california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, Ive got the desert in my toenail
And hid the speed inside my shoe

But come on come on down sweet virginia
Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in you
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes

\(^0^)/ Move This Shake Your Body Technotronic Anime


Move This Shake Your Body Technotronic Anime

I'm going to learn all these moves;) thanks! mistyzboy

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OurGangFan (7 months ago)

I miss the 90's!


dillard92 (9 months ago)

great song!!! no wait epic song!!! :D 


fresh101505 (5 months ago)

1:42 She be breakin it down


BlowItOutYourAss69 (5 months ago)

Did you know this song was made famous, by the cover girl commercial with Cyndi Crawford.


waluigisgirl (1 year ago)

i friken love this song X3

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Yo Come On Move This

Shake That Body
Shake That Body

People dont you know, dont you know
it's about time
can't you hear the jam is pumpin'
while you taste the piece of mine
many different flavours
and the spice is strong
get into the hot stuff
let me pour a little some

Baby let me show you how to do this
you've gotta move this
you're doing fine
theres nothing to it
you gotta move this
come on and move this
shake that body for

People don't you know
don't you know its about time
can ya hear the jam is pumpin while
u taste a piece of mine
many different flavors and the spice is strong
get into the hot stuff let me pour a little some

(Chorus)

Can you feel the mellow crawlin fast
come on baby
rhythms blast
pump it pump it pump it up
nothin can make this one stop

youve gotta move this
youve gotta move this

oh yeah you gotta groove this and move this on
shake that body for baby let me show you howda do this

(chorus)

Toes be tappin
Fingers snappin
hands clappin my mouth rappin
Talkin about cold lappin
shut up and do the walk
use what you got show me
your on the floor so let me see
dont say nothing less i saw
and remember i like it raw

you've gotta move this
you've gotta move this
oh yeah yeah yeah
you've gotta move this
uh uh uh uhn shake that body fo me

baby let me show you how to do this
you gotta move this, your doing fine
theres nothing to it you've gotta groove it
c'mon and move this shake that body
baby let me show you howda do this
you gotta move this and move this
aint nothin to it you gotta move it
move it shake that body for me yo shake that body for me.
phone

Monday, January 16, 2012

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car - Heart of Gold - Wish You Were Here - Drowse

It was another satisfying afternoon in the darkroom; I'm grateful for that. Then as I was getting ready to go swimming I realized that the pool was going to be closed tonight. I haven't swum in a couple days and so I was ready drive all the way to Monterey to another pool because its better then feeling anxious but instead I felt the sudden urge to climb into bed.

It was so peaceful at first... I was thinking about the dream I had early this morning and other things - I was in a restaurant with two friends, seated on barstools against a wall; it was an ocean side restaurant and we couldn't see out - then it kinda changed and I laid down to watch a movie; there was barely enough room and a girl came and laid down next to me, lots of hair that sort of formed a tent and I kinda had to lay on her shoulder - she seemed to like me; it was really pleasant :) thats the part I wanted to get back to. Then that abruptly changed. There was a man with "18 pairs of children" they where all wearing suits and paired by age, kinda like a strange version of "The Sound of Music." They seemed so needy wanting their parents attention, I could see it in their faces.

As I lay there, I started thinking about the reality of my life... A few times I've run away from certain situations and at first it seems liberating with the rush of adrenaline and desert highways beckoning (literally) but ultimately you can't run away from yourself which has sometimes been my problem...

So there is that old adage that the most precious things in life are free and I agree with that it's just that sometimes its like buried pirates treasure; If your lucky you'll at least find a map but there is no guaranty.



Tracy Chapman - Fast Car



Neil Young - Heart of Gold/Lyrics



Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here




Roger Taylor-Drowse


Words and music by Roger Taylor

It's the sad eyed goodbye
Yesterday's moments I remember
It's the bleak street,week kneed partings I recall
It's the mistier mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't to hard at all

It's the fantastic drowse
Of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings
To waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
It's the vertical hold all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the more reason
For living or dying when you're young
And your troubles are all very small

Out here on the street we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the sidewalk
With endlessly restless feet
Half on the time we'd broaden our minds
More in the pool hall
Than we did in the school hall
With the down town chewing gum bums
Watching the night life the lights and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something more
But it ain't easy for a small town boy
It ain't easy at all
Thinkin' it right and doin' it wrong
It's easier from an arm chair
Waves of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs poached for breakfast I guess

I think I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix he was good
Let's try William the Conqueror
Now who else do I like?

"Turning Japanese" I really think so...

I really am, better than other alternatives... For some reason I always make quick friends with japanese "nationals" ... ok i guess two friends isn't a trend and ah, well there are two more i never see...

just checked; frozen miso paste for miso soup, thats what's for dinner...[nod head;)]


I had never paid attention to the lyrics until now.

ah listen to those chimes


The Vapors - Turning Japanese


I've got your picture
Of me and you
You wrote "I love you"
I love you too
I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do

Oh it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I often kiss you when there's no one else around

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of you over myself
I asked the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

I've got your picture, I've got your picture
I'd like a million of them over myself
I want the doctor to take your picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger
Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
(Think so think so think so)
Turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so
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"Turning Japanese" as written by David Fenton
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Saturday, January 14, 2012

* Eros Goes - Moods and the Creative Mind - Strawberry Fields Forever

Eros Goes

Passion's fury love does soften
as I caress you more and often.
The sibilant arrow at music's rest.
The beating sound
of loves breast

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*update 4 April '15 LOL I always thought I had posted this version, hmmm...

Eros Goes

Passion's fury love does soften
as I caress you more and often.
The sibilant arrow as in music
comes to rest on the beating sound
of loves breast


Moods and the Creative Mind

Alright, I want people to understand; I hope this helps someone and I hope I'm not coming off as arrogant by posting this link but I suppose self confidence and healthy self-esteem are well and good - I'm not speaking to the quality of the output but simply to the method.

Thank god i don't have "ADD with Agitation or Mania" but I might be dealing with Cyclothemia, as I've noticed a pattern emerge.

So I've identified moments of being uninhibited and now suddenly "slipping" to a lower state with no specific cause. One month up more or less, "up," enough to execute a photo shoot (and do other things)... In doing my research these past few months I've prepared accordingly; made new friends and have a busy weekend planned - I can't make it to my pool this afternoon but I'm going running right after I post this...I'm sure i'll always be high and low, ebbing and so forth - it's normal too; we're after all on an island flying through an ocean of space and It's just a dream.

PS> in the shower "silent" arrow became "sibilant"


The Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever


Let me take you down
?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone
But it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down
?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

No one I think is in my tree
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can't, you know, tune in
But it's all right
That is I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down
?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Always, no sometimes, think it's me
But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a yes
But it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree

Let me take you down
?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever

Friday, January 13, 2012

THE ISLAND - The Salmon Dance

THE ISLAND

Like a lapping wave
Your tears rolled slowly to the sea
Oceans filled to sandy depths
Dark, deep and treacherous

The sea laps quietly upon the shore

Hidden valleys spring forth rivers
the oceans roil
waves foam heaven’s heights;
they crash upon your cliffs.

The sea laps quietly upon the shore

Starlight, moon, burning sun
Eternal cycle locked
Rise and fall
like a lapping wave
burns anew as heaven’s shower
a rainbow bridge of mystery


West End Girls [Dance Mix] - Pet Shop Boys


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“The Egoist” A Comedy in Narrative by George Meredith Chapter XXI – Sir Willoughby Achieves Pathos
Page 320

“I am unable to speak decisively on that or any subject. I am, I think you once quoted, “tossed like a weed on the ocean.” Of myself I can speak: I cannot speak for a second person. I am infinitely harassed. If I could cry, “To Italy to-morrow!” Ah!… Do not set me down for complaining. I know the lot of man. But, Laetitia, deceit! deceit! It is a bad tase in the mouth. It sickens us of humanity. I compare it t an earthquake: we lose all our reliance on the solidity of the world. It is a betrayal not simply of the person; it is a betrayal of humankind. My friend! Constant friend! No, I will not despair. Yes, I have faults; I will remember them. Only, forgiveness is another question. Yes, the injury I can give: the falseness never. In the interest of humanity, no! So young, and such deceit!”

Laetitia’s bosom rose: her hand was detained: a lady who has yielded it cannot wrestle to have it back: those out works which protect her, treacherously shelter the enemy aiming at the citadel when he has taken them. In return for the silken armour bestowed on her by our civilization, it is exacted that she be soft and civil nigh up to perishing-point. She breathed tremulously high, saying on her top breath: “If it – it may not be so; it can scarcely…” A deep sigh intervened. It saddened her that she knew so much.

“For when I love, I love,” said Sir Willoughby; “my friends and my servants know that. There can be no medium: not with me. I give all, I claim all. As I am absorbed, so must I absorb. We both cancel and create, we extinguish and we illumine one another. The error may be in the choice of an object: it is not in passion. Perfect confidence, perfect abandonment. I repeat, I claim it because I give it. The selfishness of love may be denounced; it is part of us! My answer would be, it is an element only of the noblest of us! Love, Laetitia! I speak of love. But one who breaks faith to drag us through the mire, who betrays, betrays and hands us over to the world, whose prey we become identically because of virtues we were educated to think it a blessing to possess: tell me the name for that! - Again: it has ever been a principle with me to respect the sex. But if we see women false, treacherous…Why indulge in these abstract views, you would ask! The world presses them on us, full as it is of the vilest specimens. They seek to pluck up every uprooted principle: they sneer at our worship : they rub us of our religion. This bitter experience of the world drives us back to the antidote of what we knew before we plunged into it: of one…of something we esteemed and still esteem. Is that antidote strong enough to expel the poison? I hope so! I believe so! To lose faith in womankind is terrible.”

He studied her. She looked distressed: she was not moved.

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The Chemical Brothers - The Salmon Dance ;)


Hello Boys and girls, my name is FatLip
and this is my friend Sammy the Salmon

''1 - 2''

Today, we're going to teach you some fun facts about Salmon,
And a brand new dance.

Let me introduce to you a brand new dance
I know you're gonna love it if you give it one chance
It's not complicated, it's not too hard
You don't even have to be a hip hop star

See anyone can do it, all you need is style
Listen up peep gang (?) I'm a show you how
Put your hands to the side, as silly AS SILLY AS IT SEEMs
And shake your body like a salmon floatin' up stream!

I'll float up stream
(you know how we do it, you know how we do it)
Again

*All my peeps spend part of their life in fresh water*
*And part of their life in salt water*

Wow, very interesting

*We change round a couple of days after spawning*
*Then we DIE* (?)

When I first did the Salmon all the people just laughed
They looked around and stood like I was on crack
I heard somebody say out loud what the fuck is that
This nigga's dancin like a fish while he's doin' the snap

But the more I kept doing it the more they kept feelin' it
Tnd then I heard some bitches say yo that niggas killin' it
By the end of the night everyone was on my team
And the whole club was dancing like a salmon floatin' up stream!

I'll float up stream
(you know how we do it, you know how we do it)
again.

*Most of our friends find their home waters by their sense of smell*
*which is even more keen than that of a dog or a bear*

Wow.

*My family also rely on ocean currents, tides*
*The gravitational pull of the moon*

The moon? Fish pay attention to the moon? Wow.

*Did you know?*

What?

*That I could go to Japan, and back.*

You're kidding me. Amazing. Jeez.

*Polluted water can kill both baby salmon, that are developing*
*and the adult salmon, that are on their way to spawn.*

Wow what a shame, what a shame
Huh?
Woah.
Wow. Hey kids, hey give it up for Sammy the Salmon and his amazing salmon dance.
Huh? Whadda ya say?
Who's Hungry?