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Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Lucky
I'm on a roll,
I'm on a roll this time
I feel my luck could change.
Kill me Sarah,
kill me again with love,
it's gonna be a glorious day.
Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
The head of state has called for me by name
but I don't have time for him.
It's gonna be a glorious day!
I feel my luck could change.
Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
We are standing on the edge.
The Tourist
It barks at no-one else but me,
like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
no-one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
Sometimes I get overcharged,
that's when you see sparks.
They ask me where the hell I'm going?
At a 1000 feet per second,
hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
- Radiohead
I'm on a roll,
I'm on a roll this time
I feel my luck could change.
Kill me Sarah,
kill me again with love,
it's gonna be a glorious day.
Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
The head of state has called for me by name
but I don't have time for him.
It's gonna be a glorious day!
I feel my luck could change.
Pull me out of the aircrash,
Pull me out of the lake,
I'm your superhero,
we are standing on the edge.
We are standing on the edge.
The Tourist
It barks at no-one else but me,
like it's seen a ghost.
I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin,
no-one else would know.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
Sometimes I get overcharged,
that's when you see sparks.
They ask me where the hell I'm going?
At a 1000 feet per second,
hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
Hey man, slow down, slow down,
idiot, slow down, slow down.
- Radiohead
Aftermath
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.
Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Saturday, August 26, 2006
A pint for the dead, a pint for me...
Friday, August 25, 2006
green plastic radiohead "The Complete Reggae Version of Radiohead's OK Computer"
'Easy Star All-Stars - Radiodread CD'
Radiodread: Music: Easy Star All-Stars
Thursday, August 24, 2006
reaffirmation
Singin' in the Rain (1952): While filming the “Singin' in the Rain” number (which was actually shot during the daytime under a black tarpaulin), the technicians lost water pressure in the late afternoon when the residents of Culver City arrived home and turned on their sprinkler systems to water their lawns and gardens. The filming of the number took a day and half, and the on the first day of filming Gene Kelly had a fairly high fever. Years later Leonard Bernstein said, after watching the number for the first time, "That’s a reaffirmation of life."
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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