Turbulent Innuendo
Sunday, November 27, 2005
SONG OF NOW
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners,
Even though my work is unparalleled,
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, ok, guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Will fall beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
Or are you furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way
~ Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect by The Decemberists
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring
The perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers call the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners,
Even though my work is unparalleled,
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, ok, guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Will fall beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
Or are you furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death
And try one, and try two
I guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it’s ok, guess it's better to turn this way
~ Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect by The Decemberists
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
MORE RECOMMENDED MUSIC
Redesigned blog. And added links and such.
And there's more music out there that you absolutely need to be listening to.
~ Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah ~
The first time you listen to this album, it may throw you off. The singer sounds horrendous. Really. He sounds like he just recovered from a recent affliction of bronchitis or something. Ignore this, for you will, oddly enough, get used to it after a while. Hell, you may even be singing along after a while, TRYING to crack the pitches in the correct places. Instead of the singer, focus on the music. And then, it'll hit you.
Oh shit, this music kicks ass.
Cue dancing.
[Standout Tracks] - Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away ; The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth ; Is This Love?
~ Late Registration, by Kanye West ~
I've never really got why Kanye West's albums always got to me. Maybe it's calling deep within me, to my inner blackness, saying, "Nigga, you'd best enjoy this CD." Or maybe it's because of the fact that a lot of the subject matter in his raps are about college, for some reason, and I be going to college soon. Or maybe it's just because they're the only decent raps out there. You know, raps that aren't about Laffy Taffy, or whatever.
[Standout Tracks] - Gold Digger ; Drive Slow ; Diamonds From Sierra Leone
~ In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, by Neutral Milk Hotel ~
This album has been described as experimental rather than being a true and tried record. It certainly is true that the whole CD is a blend of enigmatic lyrics and freaky guitar/horn/synth combos, but that doesn't make it so it can't be an awesome album. Heavily reminiscent of The Decemberists, (which makes it all the better) varying song styles are a highlight of this album (from country-ish hoedowns to epic emotional ballads to happy-go-lucky, tap-your-toe tunes.)
[Standout Tracks] - The King Of Carrot Flowers ; Two-Headed Boy ; Ghost
~ Apologies To The Queen Mary, by Wolf Parade ~
I can hardly even say anything intelligent about this record. Nearly every track is highly infectious. Drums, guitar riffs, video-gamish synths... perfect, all of it. Don't even get me started on all of the standout tracks. Just go out and get it, give it a listen, and then kill me when you're sitting in math, and Wolf Parade lyrics start running rampart in your mind.
[Standout Tracks] - You Are A Runner, and I Am My Father's Son ; We Built Another World ; I'll Believe In Anything
That'll be all.
Don't forget about mah presents. They're being sent for on Saturdayish.
-=meh!=-
Redesigned blog. And added links and such.
And there's more music out there that you absolutely need to be listening to.
~ Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah ~
The first time you listen to this album, it may throw you off. The singer sounds horrendous. Really. He sounds like he just recovered from a recent affliction of bronchitis or something. Ignore this, for you will, oddly enough, get used to it after a while. Hell, you may even be singing along after a while, TRYING to crack the pitches in the correct places. Instead of the singer, focus on the music. And then, it'll hit you.
Oh shit, this music kicks ass.
Cue dancing.
[Standout Tracks] - Let The Cool Goddess Rust Away ; The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth ; Is This Love?
~ Late Registration, by Kanye West ~
I've never really got why Kanye West's albums always got to me. Maybe it's calling deep within me, to my inner blackness, saying, "Nigga, you'd best enjoy this CD." Or maybe it's because of the fact that a lot of the subject matter in his raps are about college, for some reason, and I be going to college soon. Or maybe it's just because they're the only decent raps out there. You know, raps that aren't about Laffy Taffy, or whatever.
[Standout Tracks] - Gold Digger ; Drive Slow ; Diamonds From Sierra Leone
~ In The Aeroplane Over The Sea, by Neutral Milk Hotel ~
This album has been described as experimental rather than being a true and tried record. It certainly is true that the whole CD is a blend of enigmatic lyrics and freaky guitar/horn/synth combos, but that doesn't make it so it can't be an awesome album. Heavily reminiscent of The Decemberists, (which makes it all the better) varying song styles are a highlight of this album (from country-ish hoedowns to epic emotional ballads to happy-go-lucky, tap-your-toe tunes.)
[Standout Tracks] - The King Of Carrot Flowers ; Two-Headed Boy ; Ghost
~ Apologies To The Queen Mary, by Wolf Parade ~
I can hardly even say anything intelligent about this record. Nearly every track is highly infectious. Drums, guitar riffs, video-gamish synths... perfect, all of it. Don't even get me started on all of the standout tracks. Just go out and get it, give it a listen, and then kill me when you're sitting in math, and Wolf Parade lyrics start running rampart in your mind.
[Standout Tracks] - You Are A Runner, and I Am My Father's Son ; We Built Another World ; I'll Believe In Anything
That'll be all.
Don't forget about mah presents. They're being sent for on Saturdayish.
-=meh!=-
SONG OF NOW
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We've both been
A very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
Said
I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
If I could get the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
And I could take another hit for you
And I could take away the trips from you
And I could take away the salt from your eyes
Take away skin and salt in you
And I could give you my apologies
By handing over my neologies
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here
So give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We've both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
But I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
You know I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
~ I'll Believe In Anything by Wolf Parade
This is the most addictive song of the year. I'm not fucking kidding. It's been stuck in my head for around a week now. Cure me of this addiction.
-=meh!=-
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We've both been
A very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
Said
I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
If I could get the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
And I could take another hit for you
And I could take away the trips from you
And I could take away the salt from your eyes
Take away skin and salt in you
And I could give you my apologies
By handing over my neologies
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here
So give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Give me your eyes
I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We've both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
But I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd share a life and you'd share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I'd take you where nobody knows you and
Nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
You know I'll believe in anything and
You'll believe in anything
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
~ I'll Believe In Anything by Wolf Parade
This is the most addictive song of the year. I'm not fucking kidding. It's been stuck in my head for around a week now. Cure me of this addiction.
-=meh!=-
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
THREADLESS IS HAVING A $10 SALE ON T-SHIRTS FOR CHRISTMAS.
ALL YALLS IS GETTING T-SHIRTS AS PRESENTS. OR AT LEAST UNIL I HIT THE POINT WHERE TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE ASKING. OR SOMETHING.
TELL ME WHICH DESIGN YOU LIKE ASAP. ONLY PICK ONES THAT SAY $10 SALE ON THEM. RAWR.
CLICK ON THIS TO SEE THEM.
MY CAPSLOCK KEY IS BROKEN.
-=MEH=-
THREADLESS IS HAVING A $10 SALE ON T-SHIRTS FOR CHRISTMAS.
ALL YALLS IS GETTING T-SHIRTS AS PRESENTS. OR AT LEAST UNIL I HIT THE POINT WHERE TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE ASKING. OR SOMETHING.
TELL ME WHICH DESIGN YOU LIKE ASAP. ONLY PICK ONES THAT SAY $10 SALE ON THEM. RAWR.
CLICK ON THIS TO SEE THEM.
MY CAPSLOCK KEY IS BROKEN.
-=MEH=-
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
5 WIERD FACTS?
About myself?
I ACCEPT THY CHALLENGE.
Fact #1: In middle school, I had a habit of having this damn nervous twitch whenever I was freaked out by something, or scared, or whatever. In 7th grade, I did it so much when I was trying to ask this girl out, it temporarily earned me the nickname "Twitchy."
Fact #2: In addition to having an asian fetish, I also have a semi-redhead fetish, semi-pale fetish, and a very semi-goth fetish (hello SuicideGirls.com!)
Fact #3: If you ever meet me online in a chatroom or in a game somewhere without me knowing it, I will be a total douchebag to you. Something about me equates anonymity + internet + ownage in gaming = me being an asshole. Just a heads up.
Fact #4: I cannot snap. I don't know why. My fingers do not snap. Try as hard as I will, for hours on end, I shall never snap to the end of my days. In fact, it was only pretty recently (end of 8th grade?) that I learned how to whistle.
Fact #5: I have a scar on my wing-wong from a tragic accident from when I was like 3, that cannot be said in these circumstances, for my dignity would fly out of the window. So if I ever get naked with any of you, now you know why it looks funny.
BEAT THOSE.
I CHALLENGE DOM, KELLY, AND BIG MARC.
BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYONE ELSE.
-=meh!=-
About myself?
I ACCEPT THY CHALLENGE.
Fact #1: In middle school, I had a habit of having this damn nervous twitch whenever I was freaked out by something, or scared, or whatever. In 7th grade, I did it so much when I was trying to ask this girl out, it temporarily earned me the nickname "Twitchy."
Fact #2: In addition to having an asian fetish, I also have a semi-redhead fetish, semi-pale fetish, and a very semi-goth fetish (hello SuicideGirls.com!)
Fact #3: If you ever meet me online in a chatroom or in a game somewhere without me knowing it, I will be a total douchebag to you. Something about me equates anonymity + internet + ownage in gaming = me being an asshole. Just a heads up.
Fact #4: I cannot snap. I don't know why. My fingers do not snap. Try as hard as I will, for hours on end, I shall never snap to the end of my days. In fact, it was only pretty recently (end of 8th grade?) that I learned how to whistle.
Fact #5: I have a scar on my wing-wong from a tragic accident from when I was like 3, that cannot be said in these circumstances, for my dignity would fly out of the window. So if I ever get naked with any of you, now you know why it looks funny.
BEAT THOSE.
I CHALLENGE DOM, KELLY, AND BIG MARC.
BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYONE ELSE.
-=meh!=-
SONG OF NOW
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
~ Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pick up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
~ Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel
Friday, November 11, 2005
WELCOME TO REALITY, MR. ROBINSON
So.
What has been up with this past week? It's like every single problem or disturbance from the real world has completely shattered the tranquility of high school student life. Anger, disease, arrests, tempations, stress, depression, death, frustration... every one of these has found some way to squeeze themselves into a space of a mere 7 days. This past week has probably felt like the longest damn week I've ever had to go through, ever. And I'm sure it's not just me. Everyone's had a rought week. Ugh.
- So yes, obviously, with the issue that has had the biggest impact everywhere. I don't know the official word or anything as of now, but the story that I'm getting from the geneneral consensus of people on AIM (which is pretty accurate, I'd assume) is that Mrs. Matkins died yesterday, after being hospitalized for having a severe stroke. All that I can think whenever that thought pops up into my head is an endless string of profanities. Jesus. It's not just the fact that she was our AP Euro teacher. It's the fact that a mere WEEK before all this happened, she was told that she would be Teacher of The Year for Broughton, a title she rightfully deserved. It's the fact that she organized all of these school functions, like Homecoming and CAPS Camp and all that stuff. It's the fact that she worked her fucking ass off to make sure all of our grades and stuff get in, that the college recommendations she was asked to do were written, and yet she still took time out to let us do test corrections, or ask her questions about upcoming tests and so on and so forth. Out of all of the 6.whatever billion people in the world, this had to fall upon her shoulders. That just confounds me.
It's amazing how fast people can spread rumors. Geez. Wednesday afternoon, after I pick up Andrew from his practice thing, there are already rumors flying abound everwhere about Mrs. Matkins in a coma, or Mrs. Matkins died from overdosing, or Mrs. Matkins got murdered or whatever. Jesus Christ, it was mere minutes after news got out about it, and people were turning it into a damned conspiracy plot by mafia pirates to assasinate Mrs. Matkins because she stole their magical acorn or some shit. How these people get information about these events is a mystery as well. Mere HOURS after Mrs. Matkins died, there were already people putting up information in their profiles on AIM or whatever. People that don't even go to our school. Where do they pull it from? How do they get this information before the people AT the school and the people IN her class, and are able to share it?
Was going to write more about other shit that happened in the week, but eh. I put myself out of the mood already.
May she rest in peace.
-=meh=-
So.
What has been up with this past week? It's like every single problem or disturbance from the real world has completely shattered the tranquility of high school student life. Anger, disease, arrests, tempations, stress, depression, death, frustration... every one of these has found some way to squeeze themselves into a space of a mere 7 days. This past week has probably felt like the longest damn week I've ever had to go through, ever. And I'm sure it's not just me. Everyone's had a rought week. Ugh.
- So yes, obviously, with the issue that has had the biggest impact everywhere. I don't know the official word or anything as of now, but the story that I'm getting from the geneneral consensus of people on AIM (which is pretty accurate, I'd assume) is that Mrs. Matkins died yesterday, after being hospitalized for having a severe stroke. All that I can think whenever that thought pops up into my head is an endless string of profanities. Jesus. It's not just the fact that she was our AP Euro teacher. It's the fact that a mere WEEK before all this happened, she was told that she would be Teacher of The Year for Broughton, a title she rightfully deserved. It's the fact that she organized all of these school functions, like Homecoming and CAPS Camp and all that stuff. It's the fact that she worked her fucking ass off to make sure all of our grades and stuff get in, that the college recommendations she was asked to do were written, and yet she still took time out to let us do test corrections, or ask her questions about upcoming tests and so on and so forth. Out of all of the 6.whatever billion people in the world, this had to fall upon her shoulders. That just confounds me.
It's amazing how fast people can spread rumors. Geez. Wednesday afternoon, after I pick up Andrew from his practice thing, there are already rumors flying abound everwhere about Mrs. Matkins in a coma, or Mrs. Matkins died from overdosing, or Mrs. Matkins got murdered or whatever. Jesus Christ, it was mere minutes after news got out about it, and people were turning it into a damned conspiracy plot by mafia pirates to assasinate Mrs. Matkins because she stole their magical acorn or some shit. How these people get information about these events is a mystery as well. Mere HOURS after Mrs. Matkins died, there were already people putting up information in their profiles on AIM or whatever. People that don't even go to our school. Where do they pull it from? How do they get this information before the people AT the school and the people IN her class, and are able to share it?
Was going to write more about other shit that happened in the week, but eh. I put myself out of the mood already.
May she rest in peace.
-=meh=-
Monday, November 07, 2005
SONG OF NOW
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
~ In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
~ In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel
MUURRRRGHHH.
*totally sick*
- I wake up this morning, and it feels like two jackhammers are having wild sex in my head, and like I swallowed aluminum foil and it was stuck in the back of my throat, and as though I'd run a triathalon and beat myself with a baseball bat for a few hours, just for the hell of it. So yeah, hence why I stayed home and felt miserable, and pondered existence and shit like that.
Still don't feel much better, but eh.
- Life is still in a rut, as shown by A. continuing art block, B. increasing pressure for college stuff, and C. overall apathy for life in general. Woo. BUT I SHALL PERSEVERE. Someday. Yeah.
Bah. Today's update serves to simply bitch at life. Can't think of anything else.
Back to sleep.
-=meh!=-
*totally sick*
- I wake up this morning, and it feels like two jackhammers are having wild sex in my head, and like I swallowed aluminum foil and it was stuck in the back of my throat, and as though I'd run a triathalon and beat myself with a baseball bat for a few hours, just for the hell of it. So yeah, hence why I stayed home and felt miserable, and pondered existence and shit like that.
Still don't feel much better, but eh.
- Life is still in a rut, as shown by A. continuing art block, B. increasing pressure for college stuff, and C. overall apathy for life in general. Woo. BUT I SHALL PERSEVERE. Someday. Yeah.
Bah. Today's update serves to simply bitch at life. Can't think of anything else.
Back to sleep.
-=meh!=-
