Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Crayola Brown
We named our children after towns
that we've never been to.
And it's true that the clouds just hunger around
like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
And we were laughing at the stars
while our feet clung tight to the ground.
So pleased with ourselves
for using so many verbs and nouns.But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber
than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground.
Well wings on flames, kings with no names,
well this place just ain't got right air right now.
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown.
Well you should run 'round yourself right now.
And we were done, done, done
with all the fuck, fuck, fuckin' around.
Circlin' round.
Modest Mouse -- Black Cadillacs
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Monday, November 08, 2004
simple minded
dontyouforgetaboutme
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Thursday, September 02, 2004
fall, it's coming.
"Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind"
Thievery Corporation -- 'lebonese blonde'
from the Garden State Soundtrack.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
light enough
"Promise me we won't go into the nightclub
I really think that it's obscene
What kind of people go to meet people
Someplace they can't be heard or seen"
Light Enough to Travel -- Be Good Tanyas
then later in the song she had to throw down her accordian to get away from the police, after, she says, she broke the windows of the logging company, to get, she says, some release. and she just knew you had to keep it light enough to travel.
i love the be good tanyas.
i think you should too.
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Monday, August 23, 2004
faux content #1
"It’s four in the morning, the end of december
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New york is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on clinton street all through the evening."
—famous blue raincoat > l. cohen
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