Think Harder

Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think you're doing something special, it's been done So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life Don't leave out the sure to itch in your opinion The louder they come the thicker they are so dream on If you think you got style in your limo to a club You may feel like a kick but the coma looks more fun So just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life

"Very few things in this world are prettier than this", said the ass to the angel.

Funny how...

...a song I once hated with all my heart is now playing in my cd player almost always. Here's the tough part. Telling you which one it is. Careless whisper. Hehe! Yeah, go on, hate me. I still wont budge. I love it. But let me make one point clear. This is not the WHAM! version I am talking about. Now, George Michael released this "best of" a year back I think. He has this rehashed version of Careless Whisper on it. You know what I love most about it. The basslines. I am pretty sure he is playing the bass. His basslines on "Listen without prejudice" are really good, believe me. He does this thing in the chorus where he does a little break in the bass. The impact it has is pretty amazing. Go check it out. I'm sure you will like it. If you havent heard "Patience", try giving it a shot. Its really good. The song "Amazing" reminds me of you.

Technology's sheep

Nothing is more convenient. Jon told me about this little cafe in a hotel called the Dusit where you can chill over a coffee and enjoy high speed wireless internet access. I have been going there to finish off work on a website for a friends shortfilm. Yesterday was a lot of fun. Sat there, got a lot of work done and enjoyed lots and lots of nicotine and caffeine intake. Topped it all off with a healthy Caesar salad.

While working, these really unbelievable looking French women walked in. Even my laptop didnt do the magic. They probably would only look at George Clooney if he was sitting in my place. There are very few things they cant have. In a long enough timeline the survival rate of anyone drops to zero. : ) I need to find a wife and have lots and lots of babies. And get them all plugged into a high-speed wi-fi environment - full love and affection. Oh, we are all sheep, no?

Powder Blue and Timestretched

Today is lyrics day. Aren't these so pretty. Uff.

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Your eyes are just like black spiders Your hair and dress in ribbons. Babycakes In despair or incoherent. Nothing in between China white, my bride tonight Smiling on the tiles Bring that minute back We never get so close as when the sunward flight begins I share it all with you Powder blue Stumble through the crowds together They're trying to ignore us. That's o.k. I'm proud to be the one you hold when the shakes begin Sallow skinned, starry eyed, blessed In our sin Bring that minute back We never get so close to death Makes you so alive I share it all with you Powder blue.
-Elbow

There's not enough hours in the day To say all that I want to say There's not enough days in the week And weeks go by quicker than drunks knock back liquor There's not enough weeks in the month To do all that needs to be done There's not enough months in the year And years disappear like the bubbles in my beer Timestretched There's not enough lines on the stave To capture the music I crave There's not enough strings to my bow And even the barmen know extracts from Carmen There's not enough notes in this scaleIt feels like I'm chasing my tail There's not enough beats in the bar And bars get too busy with folks asking "is he??"
- The Divine Comedy

Little L

Love is not switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-on, switch-off, switch-on, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-off, switch-on, switch-off. I know I made a mistake. Sorry. But I think I am happier now. :)

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"

- plath

(thanks JP)

No Surprises

A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired-unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silence. This is my final fit, my final bellyache, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please. Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden. No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises please.

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Thom introduced this song to his bandmates and the members of REM on the REM Monster Tour. It was 3 August 1995, in Oslo, Norway, and they were all gathered in a dressing room. The lyrics have been changed since then, but they originally told the story of a man who has become fed up with the way things are working out for him and is having problems with his girlfriend. Two lines from this version are, "He was sick of her excuses / To not take off her dress when bleedin' in the bathroom." Preparing to record the song, Thom altered those lyrics, but the meaning remains essentially the same. Aside from the fact that it features a glockenspiel, this track has a simplicity that proves Radiohead's ability to create a basic song with straighforward lyrics and make it fit smoothly into an album as complex as Ok Computer.

I am tender. I am soft. I am the love of Lara Croft.

Hopefully, not my fate. I am scared.

Everyone's smiling...

...and I have never felt so alone in my entire life. Everything is detached from me. I am an island. I never want to be alone in my life. Loneliness is following me wherever I go. One day there will be a real rain that will help wash the garbage off the streets.

A baby is a mothers heart walking outside her body.

Slow like honey, heavy with mood

All I could come up with to describe Rituparno Ghosh's little gem "Choker Bali". Its crafted so well and Aishwarya Rai soars. The colors are so beautiful you literally want to taste it. Oh, so pretty. Content? Good, not great. I am a visual guy. I immersed myself into its aesthetic. I was properly balanced, I dont think I blinked.

Advise

"One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast... a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half for yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the west, it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it's still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, encounter the grizz, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breath deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, ait quietly for awhile and contemplate the precious stillness, that lovely, mysterious and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much: I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those deskbound men with their hearts in a safe deposit box and their eyes hypnotised by desk calculators. I promise you this: you will outlive the bastards."

I miss...

i miss sunshine. i miss the sound of the new day. i miss the smell of first rain. i miss unconditional love. i miss laughing. i miss sitting in a circle with friends. i miss singing my songs to someone who loves "if...". i miss talking. i miss giving. i miss finding love. i miss discovering. i miss smiling. i miss crying when i listen to aimee mann. i miss holding a branch. i miss sitting on a swing. i miss visiting the small store at the corner of my street. i miss wiping off the last morsel of rice from a leaf. i miss all the things i love. i miss you, sometimes.

Its in your eyes.

I give up

Its a horrible day. Never felt so alone. I think I am a bonafide misanthrope. The sound of the human voice drives me to insanity. Its all opinion right? Everything is. "Have you been to the packaging and promotions section of the website? You might want to check that out." No, I don't want to check that out. Its all bollocks anyway. Who fuckin cares? These people can stuff their opinions on advertising and how cool it is up their... My heart is filled with Castrol. I am a commodity. I am a whore. Famewhore. I am a sellout. I have nothing to contribute to society. I sell lies. I sell mouthwash. There are no stories I can tell my grandchildren. I am the lost rays of a forgotten sunrise. I am all that I never dreamed of being. Plastic and cute, all the way.

Exploring the Beekeeper

The Beekeper really explored the story from the creative mother's perspective. In this garden, we do not call this the Garden of Original Sin, we call this the Garden of Original Sinsuality. You will see when you open up the album The Beekeeper, which songs live in which gardens. You can take a journey with them. They are their own Garden of Eden. They're their own shape. It's a sonic shape, so it's not a physical space. This is a place where male or female may enter. It's not just emotions of a woman. We all experience disappointment and we all experience transformation and we all experience passion. Even if it's not passion for another human being, but passion is an essence in itself.

-source "Everything Tori" (www.everythingtori.com)

Tears in the dirt

When it comes to memories, music holds the knife. And my back is ready to take the stab. When I started listening to Steely Dan's "The Royal Scam" today, I was taken back to the times Bijoy and me drove around in his palio with his iPod blasting. Every hook and lick was so precious. It tasted so sweet. As I sit here at my posh corporate art directors G5 desk, I feel so alone, so disconnected. Like everything is so faraway. Well, it is, I know. Ah, well. Then it was Porcupine Tree. I remembered my friends and me sitting in 303, dimly lit, the smoke of the weed inside our pipes and the sound of porcupine tree reverberating in our black-tangled hearts. So many laughs, so many jokes. Now I am alone. My tears are in the dirt. Jp, Rajan, Sachin, Prakki, tell me you love me. Tad emotional eh? I know. I miss "you" too.

Dying to get my hands on . . .

After Scarlet's Walk, Tori Amos' 2002 ambitious sonic travelogue that took her to all 50 states, penning love letters to America along the way, the fiery earth-sprite has fashioned another high-minded concept album, tying her 19 songs--and one not-so-hidden track--into a garden motif that's part a retelling of Alice In Wonderland, another A Little Shop of Horrors. The Beekeeper chronicles her rather autobiographical protagonist's journey through what seems to be an overgrown labyrinth of the subconscious as she experiences a series of life-altering events and emotions. In addition, living in Cornwall for the past decade has certainly had an effect on Amos, she even takes inspiration from Daphne Du Maurier's classic novel Jamaica Inn, which takes place on that rugged seacoast, but the greatest change is the grit in her voice; on a song like "Hoochie Woman," she sounds like she's channeling Chrissie Hynde--a welcome change from some of the preciousness of her earlier work. She also surprises with the steely, eloquent resolve on a song like "Goodbye Pisces" one of the better break-up songs in recent memory. The Beekeeper returns the quirky singer to the same whimsical terrain of 1992's Little Earthquakes, but with much stronger storylines, and a much more assured and nuanced voice. Her best yet. --Jaan Uhelszki