Sunday, April 29, 2007

Friday, April 27, 2007

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

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original image from the web someplace
tweaking by me

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

reach for...



...the green sun


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turned up to f@*kin 11


Tool - Undertow


Rollins Band - The End of Silence

Tuesday, April 17, 2007



Every time we say goodbye
I die a little
Every time we say goodbye
I wonder why a little
Why the Gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little to me
They allow you to go

When you're near
there's such an air
of Spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time we say goodbye

When you're near
There's such an air
of Spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere
Begin to sing about it
There's no love song finer
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Every time you say

There's no love song finer
But how strange
The change from major to minor
Every time we say goodbye

-- Cole Porter

Arcade Fire


Arcade Fire

You change all the lead
sleepin' in my head to gold,
as the day grows dim,
I hear you sing a golden hymn,
the song I've been trying to say.
Purify the colors, purify my mind.
Purify the colors, purify my mind,
and spread the ashes of the colors
over this heart of mine!

I went out into the night.
I went out to pick a fight with anyone.

We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’

Monday, April 16, 2007

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Monday, April 09, 2007