I'm a cowboy and you're a pansy.

January 23, 2009

While you're busy mixing grape with grain

That's some lovely fiddle, sir.

click friggin' here

I wish I knew which button to push
Then I'd know how to please you
It's sad but true
So I'll just listen in down the line
While you're busy mixing grape with grain
To sedate your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?

The sweeping gesture creates a fuss
It's only useful when receiving praise
Relieving no-ones pain
If you'd let somebody love you just enough
You'd have everything you'd need to break
Free from all your pain

Songbird, you got tales to tell
How many times can you describe your living hell?

If you'd let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough
Let somebody love you just enough

—Bernard Fanning / Songbird

January 20, 2009

Thank you America, for being more than I expected.

Hurrah.

January 16, 2009

Best WWTDD post in quite awhile . . .

"Stop it plane. You are a plane. You are not a boat. Get back in the sky! You can not swim!"

January 15, 2009

Hello Love.

I will make you very happy.

January 14, 2009

You might be the strange delightful

Everything morning this week, I've woken up thinking that it's the next day. Tuesday morning, I thought it was Wednesday. Today I thought it was Thursday. This is really starting to piss me off and I wish it would stop.

And now, for something weird and awesome . . .

I went to school with 27 Jennifers
16 Jenns, 10 Jennies, and then there was her

It’s the sweet shine of,
Yeah, force of divine love
The blessed arrival of you

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

I rode the bus with 27 Jennifers
15 Jenns, 10 Jennies disapproved of her

Yeah, get from my sight, man,
Gladness is a blight, and
Happiness stinks up the room

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

You might be the one that I’ve been seeking for
You might be the strange delightful
You might be the girly who shall end all girls
You might be the sweet unspiteful

27 Jennifers
27 Jennifers

—Mike Doughty, 27 Jennifers

January 13, 2009

Kindness made the cut so clean

His albums just get better and better. Here's one of the tracks I'm obsessed with from the newest one, Gossip In The Grain.

Hear me out
Day follows day
Light turns to
clay in my hands

How to explain,
so pristine the pain
Kindness made
the cut so
clean

I still care for you

Hear me out
Wanted me to be
less your lover
than a mirror

Can't you see
what you mean to me?
(Even promises may bleed)

I still care for you

The hours grow
heavy,
and hollow,
cruel as a grave

Open Me
and you'll find
only bones
burned to glass.

I still care for you

—Ray LaMontagne, I Still Care For You

January 5, 2009

will you tell us that you're ok

They just don't make videos like this anymore. (Does anyone remember the really long video that aired? Just awesome . . .)

(Not positive if these are all right . . . I took out a lot of the "daggone it"s! and the "hoo! hoo!"s . . .)

As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok, Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie

(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
You've been hit by
You've been hit by-
A smooth criminal

So they came into the outway
It was Sunday-what a black day
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Sounding heartbeats-intimidations

Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie
Annie are you ok
So, Annie are you ok
Are you ok Annie

(Annie are you ok)
(will you tell us that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(he left the bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom)

(Annie are you ok)
(so, Annie are you ok)
(are you ok Annie)
(you've been hit by)
(you've been struck by-
A smooth criminal)

Okay, I want everybody
To clear the area right now!

(Annie are you ok)
I don't know!
(will you tell us, that you're ok)
I don't know!
(there's a sign in the window)
I don't know!
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
I don't know!
(he came into your apartment)
I don't know!
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
I don't know why baby!
(then you ran into the bedroom)
I don't know!
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)
(Annie are you ok)

(will you tell us, that you're ok)
(there's a sign in the window)
(that he struck you-a crescendo Annie)
(he came into your apartment)
(left bloodstains on the carpet)
(then you ran into the bedroom)
(you were struck down)
(it was your doom-Annie!)

December 23, 2008

Good cover.

John Mayer: Tops of the Tool List.

Yet, I've come to love his music. I know . . . it's in the top 5 things about myself that piss me off.

Anyhow, he plays other people's music quite well, too. Bastard.

Artist Site

December 18, 2008

Getting to the bottom. Of things.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] Happy Holy Daze, Scorpio! If I could give you one symbolic gift to set the right tone for 2009, it might be a glass vase with a potato growing partially submerged in water, allowing you to see its gnarly roots. I'd hope that would inspire you to put diligent yet playful effort into getting reacquainted with and exploring your own personal source code—you know, the master plan of your life that you formulated before you were born. The coming months will be an excellent time to cultivate a wise innocence as you get to the bottom of who you really are. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

December 12, 2008

Who will come to find you first: Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There're hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price
At which I'll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
I'm trying to protect what I keep inside
All the reasons why I live my life

Some say the devil be a mystical thing
I say the devil he a walking man
He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief
He try to tell you what you want
Try to tell you what you need

Standing at the point
The road it cross you down
What is at your back
Which way do you turn
Who will come to find you first
Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you run my life
Say I should be willing to compromise
I say all you demons go back to hell
I'll save my soul save myself

—Tracy Chapman / Crossroads

December 11, 2008

HARUMPH.

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21] In one episode of Seinfeld, Elaine couldn't get her favorite Chinese restaurant to deliver take-out food to her apartment, because her neighborhood was just beyond the boundary of where the drivers went. But Elaine was determined. She went over to the building across the street, which was within the restaurant's delivery zone, and set up an alternate home for herself in a janitor's closet. I suggest you adopt a similar strategy, Scorpio. If you can't get what you want in the place where you are, shift your location. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

The universe is one tedious little bastard. I GET IT ALREADY.

December 8, 2008

I'm thinking like a swinging door.

We are like pendulums
Our arms swinging at our sides
And I am a good little clock
Walking along power lines

I'm thinking like a swinging door
Hinging on these changing thoughts
Between the pull up to the shore
And the push off

In the lines of footprints in the snow
All along the edges of the road
I haven't even walked my block
Since I moved out here years ago

The secret lives of twist ties
The hidden story in one line

In the lines of footprints in the snow
All along the edges of the road
I haven't even walked my block
Since I moved out here years ago

We are like pendulums
Our arms swinging at our sides
And I am a good little clock
I'm ticking off the time

The distant lights are twinkling
It means there is a wind
That blows the trees against themselves
And hard into this house I'm sleeping in
I'm sleeping in

—Sarah Harmer / Pendulums

December 5, 2008

SCORPIO [October 23–November 21]: Researchers say that you've got longer than you imagine to salvage food that has dropped on the floor. Bacteria don't start growing on your pizza or muffin for at least 30 seconds. Keep that in mind as a metaphor in the coming days, Scorpio. Anything that you fear has already been spoiled or tainted may actually be possible to restore and redeem. You probably have more time than you thought. —Rob Brezsny, Village Voice

Like, say, oh, my sanity?
Good to know.

December 2, 2008

Want. To. Squeeze.

After spending a long weekend nestling with the nephew and letting my niece use me as a human jungle gym, you'd think I'd need a little "Mugs Time" . . . yet, I can't friggin' wait to mess with them again! Handsome little devil, isn't he?

Oh, and thanks for the cold, Mam. I'll pay you back in three weeks. Never shall you rest without some facial finger wagging.

November 24, 2008

Hot Friggin' Damn.

'Arrested Development' film gets closer

November 20, 2008

Just what you wanted.

Someone I know will be getting these for Christmas. I'm not sure who it'll be yet . . . oh, but they're going to love 'em.

HANDSOAP SET

Hot DAMN, I love these. Soapy baby hands??!! Honestly, whoever came up with this is a friggin' genius.

Anthony Effing Hamilton

I went to see Anthony Hamilton at the Blender Theater last night. It was amazing. I can't wait to see him perform again. And I will, oh, I will.

I found this video on YouTube, from a concert on the same tour.

AND I'm going to see Ani DiFranco on Friday. Seeing two of my favorite musicians in one week? Maybe the best week ever?

I never minded working hard / It's who I'm working for.

Everything is free now,
That's what they say.
Everything I ever done,
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score.
They figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

I can get a tip jar,
Gas up the car,
And try to make a little change
Down at the bar.

Or I can get a straight job,
I've done it before.
I never minded working hard,
It's who I'm working for.

Everything is free now,
That's what they say.
Everything I ever done,
Gotta give it away.
Someone hit the big score.
They figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

Every day I wake up,
Hummin' a song.
But I don't need to run around,
I just stay home.

And sing a little love song,
My love, to myself.
If there's something that you want to hear,
You can sing it yourself.

'Cause everything is free now,
That what I say.
No one's got to listen to
The words in my head.
Someone hit the big score,
And I figured it out,
That we're gonna do it anyway,
Even if doesn't pay.

—Gillian Welch and David Rawlings / Everything is Free

November 14, 2008

And all I am is holding breath

Lovely song. Sad song.
Can you tell I'm not much for working today?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear?
I'm not myself

Well, go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you

So listen up
The sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So how do I do normal?
A smile I fake
the "permanent way"
cue-cards and fix-it kits
Can't you tell?
I'm not myself

I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings and fingerprints
I don't wanna feel anything but I do
And it all comes back to you

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

Hear me out
Listen up
This time you gotta listen to me - yeah
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer?

I join the queue on your answer phone
And all I am is holding breath
Just pick up, I know you're there...

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

So listen up
"This" sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out
I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line, can you handle it?)

—Frou Frou, Hear Me Out

Forward from me Mum. Very funny.

Will all of this make Jack Benny come back?