Dance Music For Nerds


I saw the movie again; I thought about you, and you, and you, and…
3/16/2008, 10:12 am
Filed under: Music, Nostalgia

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If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I’d want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I’d want is you to shade me and be my leaves

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I’d be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, let the cold winds blow

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

If you were the wood, I’d be the fire.
If you were the love, I’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

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once a girl made me a good mix cd
1/15/2008, 6:52 am
Filed under: Music, Nostalgia

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If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I’d bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna…

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An emo song for an emo day
1/14/2008, 8:39 pm
Filed under: Music

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Love of mine some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
“Son fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
Cause we’ll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no’s on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

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The word for today is “circuitous”
12/26/2007, 6:00 pm
Filed under: Christmas, Nostalgia, Spirituality

A grey day. Country roads. Christmas. If you were in a climate controlled environment and couldn’t feel the 60 degree air outside you would probably say that it looks like snow. A lethargically beautiful grey day. Due to a completely random sequence of events the Cure’s album Disintegration is playing. I am driving my father’s car. I am taking the long way.

The thing that strikes me about this scene on this day is that I have experienced it before. It was 17 Christmas’s ago and, by strange coincidence, I was 17 years old. It was a tape playing the Cure, not a cd of MP3’s. It was my parent’s car I was driving. I was taking the long way.

My age has doubled and yet I find myself in the exact same spot again. Have I traveled some weird, 17 year long circuitous loop? Or, maybe I have passed this point before without realizing it.

Of course the geek in me is wondering, “What medium will I be listening to Disintegration on the next time around?”

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The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
12/23/2007, 10:54 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music, Social

I was listening to 69 Love Songs the other night when Staci was over for dinner. We started talking about our fave older stuff of Mr. Merritt’s. Staci raved about an older album that I had never given a fair listen to. It turns out to be great traveling music, which isn’t a surprise considering the name of the CD is “The Charm of the Yellow Highway Strip.”

Thanks Staci!

Here’s one good one from an album of good one’s:

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Your eyes are long Vermont roads
With a tacky song on the radio
And your eyes are toothless young men
In Tennessee in the rain again
And fireflies never go to sleep
And country songs never help you sleep
After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes
The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
After all those days on God-forsaken highways
The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
Your eyes are the Mesa Verde
Big and brown and far away
And your eyes are Kansas City
In Kansas and in Missouri
After all those trains and all those breakdown lanes
The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
After all those days on God-forsaken highways
The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
After all this time and after all your crying
The roads don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to
The roads are dark and long and all those country songs
Well, they don’t love you and they still won’t pretend to

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Emerald City Christmas Adventure
12/22/2007, 8:33 am
Filed under: Christmas, Happy!, Social

I headed down to Greenville last weekend to attend a Christmas party and to hang out with Martha and Speight. Mutual friend Jenny tagged along to check out what Greenville was all about and hilarity ensued. Or, if not hilarity; at least a lot of drinking.

Pictures are up in the Gallery, and here are a couple of videos from the Carol sing-along with host extraordinaire Will at the piano:
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Singing Carols!
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Singing some more
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Optimistic Opine
12/21/2007, 11:31 am
Filed under: Christmas, Happy!, Music

A little Christmas ditty going out to all the future ex’s.

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I’ll keep you warm in December
Warm when the cold breezes blow
My arms so lovin’
A kind of oven
To melt the sleet and snow

This heart that glows like an ember
Longs to be loved just by you
If it could be so
Then you’d keep me so
Warm in December too

If it could be so
Then you’d keep me so
Warm in December
Ooh it’s cool in December
Please keep me warm in December too

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Not for all North Carolina
12/18/2007, 6:06 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music

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I’d like to say that one of the main reasons this song sticks with me is not the mention of North Carolina…but I think it is.

You are a splendid butterfly
It is your wings that make you beautiful
And I could make you fly away
But I could never make you stay
You said you were in love with me
Both of us know that that’s impossible
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn’t matter what I’ll do
Not for all my little words

Now that you’ve made me want to die
You tell me that you’re unboyfriendable
And I could make you pay and pay
But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China
Not if I could sing like a bird
Not for all North Carolina
Not for all my little words
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard
It doesn’t matter what I do
Not for all my little words
It doesn’t matter what I do
Not for all my little words

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This one takes me back to eager, heart-thumping times. “I say lets run away when I just mean stay the night.”  The thing is, I totally meant it when I said it…just not a couple of hours/days later when the excitement faded.

Time stands still
All I can feel is the time standing still
as you put down the keys
and say don’t call me please
while the radio plays

“I Think I Need a New Heart” ohhh
“I Think I Need a New Heart” ohhh

You’ve lied too
but it’s a sin that I
can’t tell the truth
cause it all comes out wrong
unless I put it in a song
so the radio plays
“I Think I Need a New Heart”
just for you
“I Think I Need a New Heart”

cause I always say I love you
when I mean turn out the light
and I say let’s run away
when I just mean stay the night
but the words you want to hear
you will never hear from me
I’ll never say “happy anniversary”
never stay to say “happy anniversary”

so I think I need a new heart ohhh
I think I need a new heart ohhh
I think I need a new heart ohhh
I think I need a new heart ohhh
Give me time

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Love you whenever we’re together, Love you when we’re apart
12/14/2007, 6:26 pm
Filed under: Happy!, Music

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Who knows how long I’ve loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to–I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn’t catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we’re together
Love you when we’re apart.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will
I will.

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Best Saturday Ever
12/9/2007, 10:09 pm
Filed under: Geek-Out, Happy!, Social

Here are some short videos from the Duke Game Jenn and I attended this past Saturday at Cameron Indoor.

Lots of pics are up in the Gallery.

3 Pre-Game Videos
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Starting Line-up Introduction
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The Blue Devil Surfs!

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D-U-K-E!

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Over way too soon.

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Waiting for me to answer the phone
12/8/2007, 6:49 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Music, Social

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Don’t Stop don’t stop, no
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in
Don’t Stop don’t stop, no
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in

Playing hard to get when we’re together
Hard to get there on your own
When will you ever come to conscience
I’ll let you be alone
You never had it better
Than when I was with you, baby
Come back to earth, let’s drink some tea and smoke some herb

Don’t Stop don’t stop, no
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in
Don’t Stop don’t stop, no
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in

Now I know it takes three balls to juggle
50 cents of humor’s worth
When and how did I become my mother
Am I getting on your nerves?
Lets just not talk about it and fill the blanks with space
Go to the park later
Get some, Ice cream

Don’t Stop don’t stop, no
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in
Don’t
Don’t
Just keep on going
Just keep on going
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la

Don’t Stop
Don’t Stop
Just keep on going
Until I come
Until I come in
Stop

Here’s another one by the same group.

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Allons-y!
Faisons un tour á la tour eiffel, á rencontrer cette japonaise,
tres tres belle.
Dans la main une camera en plastique, ces chaussures dernier cri,
On lui dit, You’re tres chic.
On l’emmene, sûr une isle au millieu de la seine, virtuelle de cette nuit,
Cette nuit mortelle, on la prend,
On la prend par la main, et on commence.

Laisse rentrer la lumiere dans ta tête, sors tout-ce que t’as dedans, dis-moi quelque chose de Grand, concentre-toi, t’entends les sirenes de la fête? Tu sais c’que j’en pense, moi?
Je veux me reveiller, me reveiller avec toi!

On va danser á poile dans les rêves des tous les garçons, voler d’étoile en
étoile, sur le dos d’un dragon,
Dans les bras de la lune, on peut tout oublier, mais dans ce paradis, on
Risque de s’ennuyer… t’endends les sirenes, les sirenes de la fete,
Tu sais ce que j’en pense….
Je veux me reveiller…

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Two Songs that changed my life
12/6/2007, 7:20 pm
Filed under: Music, Nostalgia

Over emotional, withdrawn, 15 year old Dan was up late at his Grandparent’s house down in Jacksonville, Florida. It was a day or two after Christmas. He was listening to his radio in one of the sheds on the farm, there was a year end countdown on a late night alternative show. These two songs ranked high and were pretty enough to make him cry. The next day he got his dad to drive him to the record store at 5 Points that sponsored the aforementioned alternative show. CD’s were purchased with Christmas money and an indie music nerd was born.

Of course, in all fairness to my Dad, he had bought me a Dead Milkmen tape the Christmas before…and there was the Violent Femmes CD. OK, now I’m just ruining the story. Here are the songs:

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Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around

When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone
You are an animal
The words I’m singing now
Mean nothing more than meow to an animal
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don’t try to stop the tail that wags the hound

D, world destruction
O, for an overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around

No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they’re not and I wish they would stop saying,
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa

D, world destruction
O, for an overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?

Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around

I don’t want to live in this world anymore
I don’t want to live in this world

Don’t don’t don’t let’s start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you’re my precious little girl
But don’t don’t don’t let’s start
I’ve got a weak heart
And I don’t get around how you get around

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She lives in this house over there,
Has her world outside it.
Grapples the earth with her fingers
And her mouth, she’s five years old.

Threads worms on a string,
Keeps spiders in her pockets,
Collects fly-wings in a jar
Grabs horse-flies and pinches them on a line.

She has one friend he lives next door,
They listen to the weather,
He knows how many freckles she’s got,
She scratches his beard.

She’s painting huge books,
And glues them together,
They saw a big raven,
It glided down the sky, she touched it.

Today is a birthday
They’re smoking cigars,
He’s got a chain of flowers,
And sows a bird in her knickers,

They’re smoking cigars,
They lie in the bathtub,
A chain of flowers



Stop, kitty time
12/2/2007, 7:19 pm
Filed under: Cat

Well, for more than a month I’ve been thinking about getting a cat, and I finally took the plunge. Though it is far from having a child or getting a dog, it still feels a little weird being responsible for another living thing.

So, she is described on her info sheet as having a half-calico, half-tuxedo coat. In the shelter her name was Glinda, but she won’t be keeping that one. I’ve been tossing around ideas: Eleanor and Helen morphed into Ella. But then I remembered that is the name of a friend’s niece. Currently I am thinking of Miki, as in Miki Berenyi from Lush. Another beautiful girl who sometimes had red hair and often wore black. Can’t you see the resemblance?

Miki in my lapMiki BerenyiMiki Berenyi

The wonderful shelter I got her from is Safe Haven for Cats I came real close to getting a black and white male named Groucho that was about a month older and really loved me…actually I feel kind of bad for leaving him behind. What can you do though? Two kittens to start out with would probably be a little much. Here are the pics of Groucho and Miki that were on Safe Haven’s website.

Groucho, isn't he cute? Miki in the lock-up

Update:
More kitty pics are up in the Gallery.



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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