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Thursday, 30 June 2011
Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Deerhunter.
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Music for your listening pleasure...
Music for your listening pleasure...
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Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Honesty.
Note To Self:
When people start (or end) a sentence with the words "...if I'm being honest", then they're usually not being honest.
Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Cat Power.
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Better Late...
Shizo Kanakuri disappeared while running the marathon in the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm.
He was listed as a missing person in Sweden for 50 years — until a journalist found him living quietly in southern Japan.
Overcome with heat during the race, he had stopped at a garden party to drink juice, stayed for an hour or so, chatted to locals, washed his face, then took a train to a hotel before sailing home the next day, too ashamed to tell anyone he was leaving.
There’s a happy ending:
In 1966 Kanakuri accepted an invitation to return to Stockholm and complete his run.
His final time was 54 years, 8 months, 6 days, 8 hours, 32 minutes and 20.3 seconds — a record that will probably last forever.
Monday, 27 June 2011
Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Gillian Welch and David Rawlings.
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I lost you a while ago
But still I don't know why
I can't say your name
Without a crow flying by
Gotta watch my back now
That you turned me around
Got me walking backwards
Into my hometown
Throw me a rope
On the rolling tide
What did you want me to be?
You said it's him or me
The way you made it
That's the way it will be
It was seven years on the burning shore
With gatling guns and paint
Working the lowlands door-to-door
Like a Latter Day Saint
Then you turn me out
At the top of the stairs
You took all the glory
That you just couldn't share
I've never been so disabused
Never been so mad
I've never been served anything
That tasted so bad
You might need a friend
Any day now, any day
Oh my brother, be careful
You are drifting away
Throw me a rope
On the rolling tide
What did you want me to be?
You said it's him or me
The way you made it
That's the way it will be
The way you made it
That's the way it will be
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Lost.
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Wan Sinister Prediction.
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You Are Free {2003}.
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Saturday, 25 June 2011
Doctor.
Note To Self:
Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.
Pet Sounds {1966}.
Friday, 24 June 2011
'Ough.
I’m taught p-l-o-u-g-h
Shall be pronouncé “plow.”
“Zat’s easy w’en you know,” I say,
“Mon Anglais, I’ll get through!”
Shall be pronouncé “plow.”
“Zat’s easy w’en you know,” I say,
“Mon Anglais, I’ll get through!”
My teacher say zat in zat case,
O-u-g-h is “oo.”
And zen I laugh and say to him,
“Zees Anglais make me cough.”
O-u-g-h is “oo.”
And zen I laugh and say to him,
“Zees Anglais make me cough.”
He say, “Not ‘coo,’ but in zat word,
O-u-g-h is ‘off.’”
Oh, Sacre bleu! Such varied sounds
Of words makes me hiccough!
O-u-g-h is ‘off.’”
Oh, Sacre bleu! Such varied sounds
Of words makes me hiccough!
He say, “Again mon frien’ ees wrong;
O-u-g-h is ‘up’
In hiccough.” Zen I cry, “No more,
You make my t’roat feel rough.”
O-u-g-h is ‘up’
In hiccough.” Zen I cry, “No more,
You make my t’roat feel rough.”
“Non, non!” he cry, “you are not right;
O-u-g-h is ‘uff.’”
I say, “I try to spik your words,
I cannot spik zem though.”
O-u-g-h is ‘uff.’”
I say, “I try to spik your words,
I cannot spik zem though.”
“In time you’ll learn, but now you’re wrong!
O-u-g-h is ‘owe.’”
“I’ll try no more, I s’all go mad,
I’ll drown me in ze lough!”
O-u-g-h is ‘owe.’”
“I’ll try no more, I s’all go mad,
I’ll drown me in ze lough!”
“But ere you drown yourself,” said he,
“O-u-g-h is ‘ock.’”
He taught no more, I held him fast,
And hit him wiz a rough!
“O-u-g-h is ‘ock.’”
He taught no more, I held him fast,
And hit him wiz a rough!
– Charles Battell Loomis
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain {1994}.
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Thursday, 23 June 2011
Contacts.
Note To Self:
Apply Deep Heat cream AFTER putting in contact lenses.
Apply Deep Heat cream AFTER putting in contact lenses.
RT's.
Blood On The Tracks {1975}.
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Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Lion, oh.
I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One {1997}.
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Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Laughter.
Note To Self:
He who laughs last laughs slowest.
He who laughs last laughs slowest.
Pink Moon {1972}.
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Monday, 20 June 2011
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: PJ Harvey.
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Music for your listening pleasure...
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Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Chance Meeting.
The last time I saw you, I was hoping it was the last time I saw you.
Sunday, 12 June 2011
Saturday, 11 June 2011
Thursday, 9 June 2011
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Monday, 6 June 2011
Sunday, 5 June 2011
Saturday, 4 June 2011
Friday, 3 June 2011
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Nothing Rhymes with Nothing: Cat Power.
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Music for your listening pleasure...
There's a dream that I see, I pray it can be
Look cross the land, shake this land
A wish or a command
Dream that I see, don't kill it, it's free
You're just a man, you get what you can
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We can all be free
Maybe not in words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
Listen to me, don't walk that street
There's always an end to it
Come and be free, you know who I am
We're just living people
We won't have a thing
So we got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
You've got to choose a wish or command
At the turn of the tide, is withering thee
Remember one thing, the dream you can see
Pray to be, shake this land
We all do what we can
So we can do just one more thing
We won't have a thing
So we've got nothing to lose
We can all be free
Maybe not with words
Maybe not with a look
But with your mind
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Wednesday, 1 June 2011
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