Dance Music For Nerds


Mind is a Razorblade
11/29/2007, 10:36 pm
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia, Social

The Original:

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The Really Good Acoustic Cover:

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One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razorblade

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start: a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colours red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you
You knew the hand of a devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough for me, no

To call for hands of above, to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
11/28/2007, 10:40 am
Filed under: Christmas, Music, Nostalgia, Spirituality

OK, it’s not a Christmas song per se, but it is one of my favorites from Sufjan Stevens’ Christmas collection.

With all my learnings, all my readings, and all my agnostic admissions; gospel songs still move me to a place of reverence. Hypocritical? Nah, I think it’s just that I’m a good southern boy at heart. I guess some of that upbringing can never be learned away.

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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
By: Robert Robinson, 1735-90

Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by Thy help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.

Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be;
Let that grace now like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Oh, that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in the blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy wondrous grace!
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thine angels soon to carry
Me to realms of endless day.



Totally Fucked
11/19/2007, 1:02 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Social

Is it just me, or is today the perfect day for a couple of selections from a musical? Of course I’ll provide the lyrics to aid in the inevitable plethora of sing-a-long parties that this post will spawn.
(FYI: There’s another song below this one and, just in case the title of the post wasn’t a tip off, this is not safe for play in conservative settings. Broadway and profanity, two great things that go great together.)

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MELCHIOR
There’s a moment you know…you’re fucked –
Not an inch more room to self-destruct
No more moves
– oh yeah, the dead-end zone
Man, you just can’t call your soul your own

OTTO (Spoken)
But the thing that makes you really jump
Is that the weirdest shit is still to come
You can ask yourself: “Hey, what have I done?”
You’re just a fly – the little guys, they kill for fun

GEORG
Man, you’re fucked if you just freeze up
Can’t do that thing – that keeping still

HANSCHEN
But, you’re fucked if you speak your mind

GEORG, HANSECHEN & OTTO
And you know – uh huh – you will

ALL
Yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they’re gonna try

MELCHIOR (Spoken)
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

ALL (Spoken)
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

MELCHIOR
Disappear – yeah, well, you wanna try
Wanna bundle up into some big ass lie
Long enough for them to all just quit
Long enough for you to get out of it

ALL
Yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they’re gonna try

Yeah, you’re fucked all right – and all for spite
You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye
Totally fucked – will they mess you up?
Well you know they’re gonna try

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah

Totally fucked!

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[Moritz]
God, I dreamed there was an angel
Who could hear me through the wall
As I cried out-like, in Latin
“This is so not life at all
Help me out-out-of this nightmare”
Then I heard her silver call-
She said: “Just give it time, kid
I come to one and all”

She said: “Give me that hand, please
And the itch you can’t control
Let me teach you how to handle
All the sadness in your soul
Oh, we’ll work that silver magic
Then we’ll aim it at the wall”
She said: “Love may make you blind kid-
But I wouldn’t mind at all”

[All]
It’s the bitch of living
(Bitch, just a bitch)
With nothing but your hand
(Just a bitch, yeah)
Just the bitch of living
As someone you can’t stand

[Georg]
See, each night, it’s like fantastic-
Tossing, turning, without rest
‘Cause my days at the piano
With my teacher and her breasts;
And the music’s like the one thing
I can even get at all
And those breasts!
I mean, God, please
Just let those apples fall

[All]
It’s the bitch of living
(ah, ah, ah)
With nothing going on
(Nothing going on)
Just the bitch of living
Asking: what went wrong?

Do they think we want this?
Oh- who knows?

[Ernst]
See, there’s showering in gym class…

[Hanschen]
Bobby Maler, he’s the best
Looks so nasty in those khakis

[Ernst]
God, my whole life’s like some test

[Otto]
Then there’s Marianna Wheelan
As if she’d return my call

[Hanschen]
It’s like just kiss some ass, man
Then you can screw ’em all

[All]
Alllllllll

[Melchior]
It’s the bitch of living

[All]
It’s the bitch of living

[Melchior]
And living in your head

[All]
In your head
It’s the bitch

[Melchior]
Of living
And sensing God is dead

[All]
It’s the bitch of living

[Melchior]
You watch me-
Just watch me-

[All]
And trying to get ahead

[Melchior]
I’m calling you one day

[All]
It’s the bitch of living
Just getting out of bed

[Melchior]
All will know

[All]
It’s the bitch of living
Living, Living

[Melchior]
All will know

[All]
And getting what you get
It’s the bitch of living

[Melchior]
And knowing this is it

[All]
God, is this it?
This can’t be it
Oh God, what a bitch!

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Rocket…I am taking a rocket
11/17/2007, 8:34 am
Filed under: Happy!, Nostalgia

When the part is perfectly tailor made for him, there is no one better to play it.
Classic, simply classic.
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But I’m feeding the enemy
11/15/2007, 6:54 am
Filed under: Frustrations, Music, Nostalgia

It’s a catchy little ditty filled to the brim with good lines. Some stand out at different times depending on my mood. Since my mood has been centered on personal growth as of late, these are the lines that stand out today:

I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away

Here it is in its entirety, feel free to sing along:

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They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive
It’s like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can’t control

They say love ain’t nothing but a sore
I don’t even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don’t you know I’m so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won’t tell
Whatever it is it can’t be named
There’s a part of my world that’ s fading away

You know I don’t want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there’s much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I’m feeding the enemy
I’m in league with the foe
Blame me for what’s happening
I can’t try, I can’t try, I can’t try…

No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain’t over
I’ve tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I’ve watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can’t ewait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know
If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

It’s like somebody took my place
I ain’t even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn’t know
There are things in my life I can’t control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don’t try to deny
I’d better learn to accept that
There’s a part of my life that will go away

Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I’ll come through I don’t know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I’ve been buried yet I’m still alive

I’m losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please…

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it’s all over I’ll let you know

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Anniversaries abound
11/14/2007, 11:01 am
Filed under: Happy!, Social

Today marks 10 years since Christie and I went on our first date. The last anniversary we celebrated as a couple was our 7th. She just got married and I have had one pretty long relationship since then, but she is and will always be one of my very best friends.

I was originally going to write this entry about another anniversary that yesterday marked, but this one is much happier.

I think something from my band du’jour would be appropriate for both occasions:

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What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
that is circling all round the sun

what a beautiful dream
that could flash on the screen
in a blink of an eye and be gone
from me
soft and sweet
let me hold it close and keep it here with me

and one day we will die
and our ashes will fly
from the aeroplane over the sea
but for now we are young
let us lay in the sun
and count every beautiful thing we can see
love to be
in the arms of all im keeping here with me

What a curious life
we have found here tonight
there is music that sounds from the street

there are lights in the clouds
Anna’s ghost all around
Hear her voice as it’s rolling and ringing through me
soft and sweet
how the notes all bend and reach above the trees

now how I remember you
how I would push my fingers through
your mouth to make those muscles move
that made your voice so smooth and sweet
and now we keep where we don’t know
all secrets sleep in winter clothes
with one you loved so long ago
now he don’t even know his name

what a beautiful face
I have found in this place
that is circling all round the sun

and when we meet on a cloud
I’ll be laughing out loud
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see

can’t believe how strange it is to be anything
at all

I love that song. Tragic, melancholy, beautiful…but always hopeful.

Hope has been filling my life these last few weeks.

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The best of both worlds
11/12/2007, 6:41 pm
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Social

Ahhhh, serendipity.

I was talking to Martha on the phone. When I asked what she was doing she decided to admit the truth. “Watching Hannah Montana.”

I was off of work today. I had caught four or five episodes of the marathon.

A day off is great. Having friends that share your dorky, guilty pleasures; that’s priceless.

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Molly’s “Hot Time, Summer In The City” Mix Update
11/8/2007, 7:20 am
Filed under: Music

I now have the mix zipped up and ready for download, if you add it to iTunes or other media organizers it will come up as a compilation with the album name “Molly’s Hot Time Summer In The City Mix”…duh.

Clickity-Click Here!

Or if you are at work or just don’t feel like downloading it, here it is in convenient streaming format:

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Molly’s “Hot Time, Summer In The City” Mix
11/7/2007, 2:26 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Nostalgia, Social, Spirituality

I got reminded of a mix tape (CD) I made in the Summer of 2005 for Molly (Great Designer!). I gave it to her right before she left for New York. It was such a good mix that I burned it for other friends, they in turn burned it for other people.

When I was in Greenville last weekend Speight had it playing in the car at one point. I had totally forgotten about this great, great song by the Russian Futurists.

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I do pop ’cause that’s what my heart goes, I don’t call it art, no sir
That denotes that when I wrote it I had other motives
We’re never saying what we mean, it’s all Silver Screens and lights
And new heights of drama comma tension and clenchin’ fists
Love consists of on and off and a built for two coffin
When it’s summed up, the rest is a hoax and some jokes
That’s been drummed up by the suits and
They’re choking out your life in chunks from nine to five and

You ain’t never gonna get a second back

So come on let’s lose control, we’ll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
We’ll die before we get old; into the wind we’re tossin’ armfuls of caution
Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight and
Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

I write words ’cause these are the things I can’t say but I’ll sing to you
And I know that it’s all a cop-out but my heart, it just pops out of joint
Here’s the point girl, you should be flattered at how my words they just scatter and
Drop, to the floor ’cause you keep me nice and sore and cold down to the core
But I wouldn’t take a single second back

So come on let’s lose control, we’ll sell our souls to Rock and Roll and hope
We’ll die before we get old; into the wind we’re tossin’ armfuls of caution
Even when it all goes to Hell, our love for one night was pure as sunlight
Our great big happy ending is still a dream trapped in a Guillotine

That summer of 2005 in Greenville was a truly wonderful, magical time in my life. The world was full of possibilities and friends were literally always around the corner.

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Not without my Birthday
11/3/2007, 7:43 am
Filed under: Happy!, Social

November 3rd, Jen’s Birthday!

November 3rd, Laura’s Birthday!

I am heading to Greenville to celebrate with Jen. I missed her party last year, and I am not about to make the same mistake twice.

Happy Birthday Ladies!test

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