Heartless Bastards - "Sway" (removed by request)
Today is a day of real emotion. If you see me today, we'll probably fall in love. If you cross me today, I might get in my first fist fight. If you even look at me today, we'll have words. I have calm-faced and straight-backed and completely nutritional cabin fever and I'm ready to explode. I can see my house from a satellite, I can see people from my window, I see no one, not a single person from my window, I see memory graveyards online and all the cgi extras in procession. You're going to see me sing and cry and humiliate myself because I haven't said a word in weeks. You're going to see it because I said so, and I might be drunk, but this is a party I wasn't invited to. Today is a day of misplaced swagger and fortune tattle-taling. Of purple nurples and frozen park footprints. Of tapping on windows with the head of a guitar. Wrest slurping from the bottle of classic rock, come Heartless Bastards, clear and clean and high in the mix. Sing it. [Buy!]
New to the game of "parachute", you might think you were going to be saved. But "parachute" is the game where you try to live under a parachute. You have to lift an arm's length ahead of you every time you take a step, you look like you're swinging on monkey bars the way it takes to walk around. If it's light, you see white, and what's in front of you, if it's dark, you don't see anything. I don't know why I thought up "parachute", and I don't have to. [music] [movie]
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John Updike has died. I quite liked John Updike, until Jordan Himelfarb leant me this book and I fell in a depressing but substantial kind of love with him.
Posted by Dan at January 27, 2009 5:51 PMHere, I am enabling your substantial kind of love for him: John Updike, Life in Pictures.
Posted by Carina at January 27, 2009 6:43 PMWhen you sing, will your voice sound like the siren Of Greek mythology? I would like that. I will bring grapes to your party.
Thanks for the music.
Posted by ileye at January 28, 2009 9:38 AMi had a similar day. i shake wondering what would have happened had we crossed paths.
Posted by migrant at January 28, 2009 10:06 PM