music of the spheres: June 2003 Archives

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

out of the blue i remembered pepper. oddly enough i remembered the album was called electric larryland before i remembered pepper. but i have a weird mind.

after a quick download, it struck me how similar the song is to people who died. so i'm going back and forth between the two songs -- death in texas vs. death in new york. and i'm diggin' it.

in other news, there was a guy in vons at ten o'clock at night in a tshirt and a towel.

how is it that i can forget a song i mean, forget it existed forget i loved it forget all about it - and then accidentally stumble across the title and not only remember the lyrics but (like most songs) actually almost-hear it in my head, (it's just like it's very far away, and it isn't hearing exactly but it is, i can't explain the song-memory-audio thing very well at all). anyway. how could that happen?

shoot high aim low

we hit the blue fields
in the blue sedan we didn't get much further
just as the sun was rising in the mist
we were all alone we didn't need much more

so fast this expidition
so vast this heavy load
with a touch of luck and a sense of need
seeing the guns and their faces
we look around the open shore
waiting for something

shoot high break low
aim high shoot low
break high let go
shoot high aim low

this was to be our last ride
with the steel guitar and the love you give me
underneath the skin a feeling, a breakdown
well we sat for hours on the crimson sand

exchanges in the currency of humans bought and sold
and the leaders seem to lose control

shall we lose ourselves for a reason
shall we burn ourselves for the answer
have we found the place that we're looking for
someone shouted 'open the door'
lookout

shoot high break low
aim high shoot low
   feeling of imagination
break high let go
shoot high aim low

shoot high aim low
   nothing you can say
shoot high let go
   takes me by surprise

shoot high aim low
   who says's there's got to be a reason
shoot high let go
   who says there's got to be an answer

   we were all alone, we didn't need much more
shoot high aim low
   the sun's so hard on this endless highway
shoot high let go
shoot high aim low
   i've heard the singers, who sing of love
shoot high let go
   in the blue sedan we never got much further
shoot high aim low

~yes

(my god it's an amazing song)

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ok, so i thought about it. it's like i just needed the filename, right? because as soon as i had the title my mind found the whole file, just like that. it was trippy.

i don't mention the meat puppets often enough, but believe me i think about them. driving to work with a good pups cd blasting is like riding with your ass plugged straight into the mojo socket, all brilliant quirky energy & rapidfire freeassociative lyricpictures from otherwhere. very, very other, matter of fact.

twenty-one little pink salamanders pass me by tonight
twenty-one little red tongues are flickering in my sight
amphibious thoughts are flowing with the salamanders showing
of the "touch of evil" tinted black and white
seventeen fat ripe rats hold stacks of juniper pie aloft
thirty-four clever rat hands are juggling tarts on high
these rodents know the craving for a slice, a sliver or shaving
no request for satisfaction is denied
open wide, open wide

wide open, minded, twisted, thrilling silly on one level, but listen for the logic, it's intense & also it tickles. all these lies have got me thinking / maybe this is just a thought / soon my ship of thoughts is sinking / slipping through the thinking knot ... a person could seriously fall back in love with at least an abstract concept of her life with such a soundtrack as this.

imagine my delight, a few years back sitting enjoying some liner notes & realizing -- hey, cris & curt kirkwood -- my son kurtwood? yep, subliminally named after the meat puppets. which is perfect.

music is important, have i mentioned that?

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update: i'm quite fond of this & may place it permanently in the sidebar or somesuch.