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On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology

Come round ...
'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over my face


A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on Prisoner's Aid
He killed a policeman when he was
Thirteen
And somehow that really impressed
Me
And it's written all over my face


Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor


I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's written all over my face


On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology


And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the
Railway station
It's all over my face
Oh ...

Saweeeet

Music Legend

Holy crapsichord, check this mofo out! musical prodigy

Favorite Part of DCA

I'm a sucker for anything D, and CA, and when you put them to impecably composed music...thats what I'm talkin' about, Bob.

33 days and counting.

Quiznos- i love you v2.0

Best. Commercial. Ever... I must repeat.

although, I used to be terrified of their teeth.

Still am.

wanna see the original Spongemonkeys in action?

Quiznos - i love you

Best commercial ever for a food joint.

Guess What!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keanu Reeves Does NOT Suck!

the end.

The Ruiners

The Ruiners Suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Except Liz and Rick, well maybe just Liz. Just met the ruiners in Oslo, Norway and talked to Liz half the night. Cool girl, down to earth, but her band... WTF. What a bunch of lame ass assholes. Erik was cool but damien the drummer was a fucking jerk off. I felt like I was back in 7th grade arguing with this douchebag about WW2 and his grandpappy fighting in the army. Guess what Damien, the fucking war wasn't about you or your grandpappy or your fucking stupid ego. So fuck you and your sly remarks made after you walked away. And the fact you walked a half mile then came back to take a whole pack of a Norwegians proud cuban cigars to smoke later just shows how much of a douchebag you are. And after I saw you the second time walking home, to have your long nose, long faced, long haired band member give me attitude was just over the edge. I said what I thought about you and your crap band, let alone what I said to Damien who was too busy trying to hook up with the norwegian marketeer to notice. Fuck you. Your sound is old news. Sorry Liz of "the ruiners" but your band name says it all. You might think about joining a band who isn't so into themselves and start playing with musicians who are smart. Are all people from detroit this lame? You're the first and last I wish to meet.

FRENCH CONNECTION

The Ondes Martenot was one of the earliest 20th-century electronic musical instruments, and found favour with composers of avant-garde orchestral works for many years. Now, thanks to Cornish company Analogue Systems, it's getting a new lease of life...

Johnny Greenwood is an outspoken champion of the Ondes Martenot, a very early synthesizer, which he lists as one of his favorite instruments. The Ondes was popularized by French composer Olivier Messiaen, Greenwood's musical idol. Greenwood has composed a piece entitled Smear for a pair of Ondes Martenot. The Ondes can be heard on many Radiohead tracks, notably "The National Anthem", "How to Disappear Completely" from Kid A and "Cymbal Rush" from "The Eraser. Due to the inherent fragility of antique electronic instruments of this type and time period, an analogue keyboard controller developed at Greenwood's behest by the company French Connection is instead utilized during live Radiohead appearances to control his analogue modular synthesizers. In addition, other devices such as the Korg Kaoss Pad have been introduced on newer tracks and integrated into the live shows as well.

Sound on Sound article about the French Connection

French Connection

thom yorke cymbal rush

I like his sounds...

Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become inconvenient
In the harrowdown hill
Where you went to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

So don't ask me
Ask the ministry
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

Can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running?
Away from them

I can't take their pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just cant do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us
So you can't count

It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

I'm for spare parts, broken up

What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight
It's the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack your bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train
Buy a ticket and get on the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happening
No, it just isn't happening

And it's fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
Cause I'm right here and I'm today
With your fingers you can touch me

I'm your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up

Discovering Electronic Music

Up and coming writer

Alter of All is a book in process by an up and coming writer.

It is a religiophilosophical novel about the fictional metropolis, New Rome, and the last days of the human species. Most of my friends are already familiar with the topic, but anyone coming across what I will post about the book here might be a little confused. With that in mind, I thought I would offer sort of an introduction into how I came about the idea, how it has developed, and what it is that I am trying to accomplish.

Daniel Sawyer

Our Favorite Song

Sometimes he holds my hand and sings this to me when we're in the car on long drives. In 3 days we'll have a new baby. He loves me. I'm so blessed right now.

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People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.

Seems as though a month ago I was beta chi, never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now I smile and face a girl that shares my name,
Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.

Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.

And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.

my new fav show: The Plonsters

The Plonsters are three cuddly little monsters made of clay that can transform themselves into anything: a tree, a garbage bin, a worm, a boat, a crane or even a shark. These delightful creatures certainly know how to have fun!

VIDEO LINK

i like flikr

and my name is Castaspella.

thats all ya gotta know.

I'm buying a new camera tomorrow...instead of paying my husbands car payment.

insensitive light relief

pro athletes love light relief, but they'll try anything. Santa Anita to Belmonte...it doesn't matter. 10-15 guys at the top of their game, sitting on horses, racing, pulling hamstrings every second. Light relief for injuries. Who knows. Light means life, we'll harness it one day and when we bend it around objects, they'll be teleported. I know it.

It's 2:15 am, my sig-other is snoring in our bed, unaware of my absense from the bed. I'm not ready to sleep, this baby in me thinks he has business to take care of. I'm dilated to a 3 and I waddle, but the scale today said I lost 14 lbs. I don't know if that's good or not. I eat. I don't worry.

Mikes mom once said that if we had a child together, she'd ignore it, she'd pretend it wasn't born. Well...last week, his sister and mom and dad sent us a box literally the size of a small car that was jammed packed with clothes, blankets, pajamas, baby chairs...everything we'll need for the first year. They're excited for the baby and they call every day. Its amazing what a tiny person can do to a cold cold heart.

Its seems like hearts are melting all over the place. There's only room for love anymore. There's only room for love.

St Judy's Comet

Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake

Little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies

Well I sang it once and I sang it twice
I'm going to sing it three times more
I'm going to stay 'til your resistance
Is overcome
'Cause if I can't sing my boy to sleep
Well it makes your famous daddy look so dumb
look so dumb

Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet
Roll across the skies
And leave a spray of diamonds in its wake
I long to see St. Judy's Comet
Sparkle in your eyes when you awake
Oh, when you wake, wake

Little boy, little boy
Won't you lay your body down
Little boy, little boy
Won't you close your weary eyes
Ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies

Oo, little sleepy boy
Do you know what time it is?
Well the hour of your bedtime's long been past
And though I know you're fighting it
I can tell when you rub your eyes
You're fading fast, oh fading fast