Turbulent Innuendo
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
RECOMMENDED MUSIC #5... I THINK
Quick update.
Because for some reason, you people are complaining.
Here's a quick post on the awsesome music that I've been listening to recently.
Feels by Animal Collective
Wierd as hell. Listen to them to best simulate an LSD trip.
Whatever People Say That I Am, I Am Not by The Arctic Monkeys
Are these guys obsessed with vampires or something? Like, 3 songs on this album have something to do with vampires. It's kinda odd.
The Life Pursuit by Belle & Sebastian
This is utter happy music. Jump on your bed, fluffy clouds, run around naked happy music.
Deep Cuts by The Knife
EMO GOTH HOUSE TECHNO. WITH CHANTING. Best way to describe it.
LCD Soundsystem
Daft Punk Is Playing At My House is possibly the song of the year.
Live At Stubb's by Matisyahu
JEWISH REGGAE!
Out.
~meh!~
Quick update.
Because for some reason, you people are complaining.
Here's a quick post on the awsesome music that I've been listening to recently.
Feels by Animal Collective
Wierd as hell. Listen to them to best simulate an LSD trip.
Whatever People Say That I Am, I Am Not by The Arctic Monkeys
Are these guys obsessed with vampires or something? Like, 3 songs on this album have something to do with vampires. It's kinda odd.
The Life Pursuit by Belle & Sebastian
This is utter happy music. Jump on your bed, fluffy clouds, run around naked happy music.
Deep Cuts by The Knife
EMO GOTH HOUSE TECHNO. WITH CHANTING. Best way to describe it.
LCD Soundsystem
Daft Punk Is Playing At My House is possibly the song of the year.
Live At Stubb's by Matisyahu
JEWISH REGGAE!
Out.
~meh!~
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Friday, February 10, 2006
SONG OF NOW
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed
Engraved into the space with his sword still raised
Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways
Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways
Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage
Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways
Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played
Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray
Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains
Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze
Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed
Aish tamid eternally
A fire burns continuously
Wondering where you been
Won't you come on home to me?
Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked
Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact
Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact
Air intermingling ringing with the singing
of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters
Catastrophe struck the sound stuck
Disaster plastered
The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting
the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing,
in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling,
Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing.
Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist
Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness
Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince
Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness
Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed
Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped
Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious
Paint the scene so you could see, the city's picking up speed
On a bench 14th street, taxi's streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye,
glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves,
freeze, the city move's in slow motion like a dream
I'm left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin
Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been
From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing strong flames
dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing
~ Aish Tamid by Matisyahu
Holyshit, this guy rocks.
He's a JEWISH REGGAE ARTIST.
Look him up.
~meh!~
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed
Engraved into the space with his sword still raised
Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways
Praise relays off the walls echoing all ways
Dirt covered earth lays beneath my rib cage
Giving birth to overgrowth invading on to path ways
Burnt out trees cover streets where children once played
Sown seeds decay through sacred stepping stones in disarray
Where the alter used to be placed inter-changed for bloodstains
Sunrays illuminate the smoke filled haze
Trace of incense scents of sacrifice stayed
Aish tamid eternally
A fire burns continuously
Wondering where you been
Won't you come on home to me?
Flash back patches of grass growing wild in fact
Cracked walls burnt black like a kingdom sacked
Memories like artifacts attacked yet still intact
Melodies wrapped in glass and shatter with the impact
Air intermingling ringing with the singing
of songs once sung, hung, flung into the rafters
Catastrophe struck the sound stuck
Disaster plastered
The aftermath a blasted building once standing, like a starved man fasting
the skies expanding clouds passing, dust particles dancing,
in broken bars of light, streaming from a shaft, slashed into the ceiling,
Sshhhh, you could feel the ground breathing.
Daughter of Zion is lying crying in the mist
Morning light slips in, shifting through the darkness
Like a morning wife reminisce having visions of her long gone prince
Memories drip rain drops tip towing emptiness
Intermixed with tears like fears left unfixed
Walls worn thin frozen fortress like dawn waiting for the sunrise of a day that got skipped
Like a life gone wrong wandering wilderness
Lovesick stripped abyss empty once luscious
Paint the scene so you could see, the city's picking up speed
On a bench 14th street, taxi's streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the trees it really caught my eye,
glistening' listening' to the breeze dancing' through the leaves,
freeze, the city move's in slow motion like a dream
I'm left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singing hair on my skin
Glim, glim. Glimmering, whispering where ya been
From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from with in Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
A rollercoaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing strong flames
dancing like a lion roaring rising out of nothing
~ Aish Tamid by Matisyahu
Holyshit, this guy rocks.
He's a JEWISH REGGAE ARTIST.
Look him up.
~meh!~
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
MUCH BETTER
Post dance stress & depression + drawing + Chrono Symphonic = no stress & depression.
Realization that more than 3/4ths of AP Euro work isnt done = renewed stress & depression.
~meh!~
Post dance stress & depression + drawing + Chrono Symphonic = no stress & depression.
Realization that more than 3/4ths of AP Euro work isnt done = renewed stress & depression.
~meh!~
