lost and found
to laugh and to cry
move from day to night
the hours drift by
clouds and mr blue sky
serendipity approved by the usda
high fidelity love and death
and the space in between
ok computer karma police
matthew sweet altered beast
snuffing a candle out
with my fingers and spit
god not again


strangers and friends
hello and there she goes
lost in translation
the moments before goodbye
oregon chai
coffee and doubt and a daylight bombing raid
airports and moving parts
staying where you are at
stormy weather
passion in black ink
the cats on my bed
blocking my feet

Radiohead - Airbag

In the next world war
in a jack knifed juggernaut,
I am born again.

In the neon sign,
scrolling up and down,
I am born again.

In an interstellar burst,
I am back to save the universe.

In a deep deep sleep,
of the innocent,
I am born again.

In a fast German car,
I'm amazed that I survived,
an airbag saved my life.

In an interstellar burst,
I am back to save the universe.

In an interstellar burst,
I am back to save the universe.

In an interstellar burst,
I am back to save the universe.


Radiohead - Karma Police

Karma police
arrest this man,
he talks in maths,
he buzzes like a fridge,
he's like a detuned radio.

Karma police
arrest this girl,
her Hitler hairdo
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party.

This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.

Karma police
I've given all I can,
it's not enough,
I've given all I can
but we're still on the payroll.

This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

one-hundred-thirty-two-miles-per-hour
there's you and me and everyone we know
a hurricane emily of spill your guts
and have another drink
taping my third eye
on the back steps of frank's house
i have no answers
only questions and symbols
clouds change their face as they
move across the sky highway
airports have beginnings and endings
water fills a cup and drains from a gutter
from the deep end everything is above your head

music for airports
the crackles you hear in the silent parts

"Who are you an agent for?"

Music for Airports liner notes

beer & lamentations
hanging out with the
desolation angels in my head
a weekend in Havana
raising the Kursk of me

baptizing myself under the water
sinking but still breathing
waiting to hit bottom
a shell pounded by liquid movements
the deep end is living all over me


to surface in a hail of bubbles
if i can breathe
i can float

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself
All day and all night
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath
I say to myself
I need fuel to take flight

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl
They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me

And there's too much going on
But it's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion
It's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion



Fiona Apple - Sullen Girl

Sounds:

Paul Young - "The Secret of Association"

Urge Overkill - "The Supersonic Storybook" - "The Candidate" is the greatest song about a Robert Redford movie EVER...

Beck - "Guero"

Visions:

Pushing Gin - The foppish weirdo who wants you to drink Tanqueray.

Powells.com Interviews - Nick Hornby

Salon.com Arts & Entertainment Where no TV show has gone before: "With its hot, androgynous heroine leading the remnants of humanity against evil, God-fearing robots, 'Battlestar Galactica' is boldly re-creating sci-fi TV."

Siunin Wong Fei-hung tsi titmalau (aka Iron Monkey) (1993)

Plugs for Graphic Novels:

Planetary: All Over the World and Other Stories by Warren Ellis

Sin City - The Hard Goodbye -- 2nd Edition (Frank Miller's Sin City #01) by Frank Miller

Transmetropolitan: Back on the Street by Warren Ellis

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen by Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill

Top Ten: Volume 1 by Alan Moore

Indian Motorcycle - America's First Motorcycle












The VintageWeb Classic Cars Picture Archive: Motorcycles







Triumph Motorcycles - "It wouldn't be so bad if it was another woman, at least I could compete."



"I would want this as my last motorcycle. A beauty to die with. A show stopper..."
- GYPSY MOTORCYCLES





Euro Spares - Graphics Page #2

















Wisconsin Historical Images Search Results

vermouth + gin
bourbon + sin
hammer + tin
a voice without a soul
speaking of gravity + physics
things fall apart
if you pull hard enough

nuclear flower pot

comfortably numb with
my head against a wall

Motorcycle Hall of Fame Museum - 1953 Triumph Thunderbird

"...A hardtop. With a decent engine. And make sure it's got a big trunk!"

Sin City - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Frank Miller's SIN CITY - The Official DVD Website

ouroboros

ready to tanqueray?
poison for your pain
this is no dream
the end is the beginning
snake devouring itself
bittersweet symphony

"One Martini is not enough. Two Martinis is too much. Three Martinis is not enough."

- origin unknown

strings
the ties that bind
to burn in anger
set the world on fire
semblance to resemblance
there and back again
etching out each letter
dust settles under pressure
after slipping through fingers

from the book "Hurricane" by David Wiesner...

first it giveth
then it tanqueray

rub off coats of old paint
unveil the painting from itself
to survive stand out endure
as an object of life
god’s withdrawal
a monk of why
a full copernican revolution
creating the strongest emotion
my mind is capable of feeling
i will never understand it
to turn away betray
doesn’t the sun revolve around us?
terrain of the unmeasurable
a view of the unpresentable
first to giveth and then to taketh away?

cracks in the oil paint
pigment fades on peeling flakes
self-preservation
find my substrate

Stick a toothpick in it, it's done...