Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.
-Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carrol
check out, gape, inspect, leer, look at,
rubberneck, scan, scrutinize, size up, stare at, survey, take in
In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated
majesty.-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Time Bandits, Royal Tennenbaums
Lynch's Twin Peaks
I got on last.fm and have iScobbler now...so
here's what I'm listening to currently it keeps track of what I play
through iTunes, makes recomendations etc..
Here's my static list for historic purposes (with the OG text)..
Ah well, I suppose I'm just a moody sort of listener... because it seems my
love/hate/indifference meter just can't be calibrated to give any sort of consistent
readings. Here's a sampling of songs I like to listen to, stream-of-consiousness
style, random order.
I've lately become completely obsessed with the Unicorns, CocoRosie and TV on the Radio.
Fistfull of Steel::Rage Against the Machine
Romantic South Phoenix:Lush Budget Presents the Les Payne Trio
Shaking Paper:Cat Power
Cool Band Buzz:Busdriver
Positive Balance Featuri:Immortal Technique
Jack Gets Up:Leo Kottke
Ball and a Biscuit:The White Stripes
L' Via L' Viaquez::Mars Volta
French Fries with Pepper::Morphine
Why the Caged Bird Sings I Know:Atmosphere
Twice the First Time::Saul Williams
Truth::Handsome Boy Modeling School
Tough Guy::Crystal Method
Rusty Cage:Johnny Cash (cover of Soundgarden)
When the Levee Breaks::Led Zepplin
Crush with Eyeliner::REM
Eugene's Lament:Beastie Boys
Smooth Criminal:Michael Jackson
Alice :Tom Waits
Going Down:Ani DiFranco
You and Me and Rainbows:The Tear Garden
Four Ton Mantis:Amon Tobin
A Light so Dim:Black Heart Procession
Words and Guitar::Sleater-Kinney
Heart Shaped Box::Nirvana
Don't Make me Come to Vegas:Tori Amos
My Beautiful Leah:PJ Harvey
Spanish Castles in Space:the Orb
Bruce Lee: Underworld
Cherry Twist:Crystal Method
The District Sleeps
Alone Tonight::Postal Service
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.