Saturday, 10 September 2011
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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Music for your listening pleasure...
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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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Music for your listening pleasure...
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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Sunday, 26 June 2011
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