Category Archives: music of the spheres

“there is geometry in the humming of the strings … there is music in the spacing of the spheres.” — pythagoras

enjoy every sandwich

warren zevon, 1.24.47 – 9.7.03. life’ll kill ya. but what a life it was, eh?

sentimental hygiene

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job whatever
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Everybody’s at war these days
Let’s have a mini-surrender
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It’s so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Every night I come home exhausted
From trying to get along
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Everybody’s joining up to fight
For the right to be wrong
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It’s so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It’s so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It’s so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene
Sentimental hygiene
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

~warren zevon


It’s been so long since i felt this way

(note: no it hasn’t. but anyway.)

… and it went a little like this:
sunday (sigh) screw with website think about sex pop a beer realize i’ve still got a lot of downloading to do at allofmp3.com i mean goodgod half a gig for five bucks i’m barely half there. let’s review: lonely horny melancholy beer and … mp3s. this can’t be good right?

it starts out ok i fill out a bit of my long lost rush collection and and then the related albums, the damn related albums … from rush we hit boston, wander through bad company (!), along through foreigner (no thanks, we’re pretty *ahem* well stocked there) but from there doncha know it’s just a short slide down the slippery slope to journey and *whew* don’t see anything here i want (oddly enough i am looking at a couple of records and knowing for a fact i wore the grooves off the vinyl versions a quarter century ago so you’d think the songs would be engraved in my brain but not even a glimmer i figure probably the engraving was fine but the brain, well…) probably best that way i pass on the journey however i do grab a little boston on the way out the way out i said, trying i’m trying well sort of it’s a mighty (pathetic) struggle and … no. nope. can’t do it. i’m stuck somewhere between 1975 and 1985 and oh look! i’m even wearing the same clothes. huh. well if i’ve got the lowrise flares and the platforms what’s to stop me from feathering my hair? haven’t done a full-blown farrah flip in a long, long time. (the full five minutes i sat here staring into space between these two sentences demonstrates just how far gone i am) and why not? isn’t big hair retro again yet? maybe i should bring it back myself personally. screw patience let’s kill something (oh yeah long lost and way gone)

don’t send search parties, unless they have some kind bud, ok? and styling products.
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in what surely must be related news, i’m number one on yahoo for slowly losing my mind on drugs. rock on!

i told you i was weird

my mp3 collection: the top ten

tool 230:19
yes 208:50
kansas 114:59
bad religion 102:18
nirvana 97:42
pink floyd 97:33
pinching judy 96:03
rush 76:11
meat puppets 61:03
john denver 54:07

oh. and the tool? that’s just tonight. i had a little binge, shall we say. it’s closer to two-fifty with all the live performances with other people included.

i emerge from … wherever it is i was

so, has anybody seen me in the last, say, twenty years? if so, did i appear to have my head under a rock, or was i perhaps living in some sort of cave? i’m trying to figure out why i had no idea bad religion was so fucking brilliant. i knew i liked a song or two, but i was just looking up the lyrics for anesthesia tonight because … well, i was also looking for i wanna be sedated and things of that nature, because i had to keep busy waiting for the pills to kick in and … that’s not important.

the important thing is i ended up at this br discography, just mindblown. and now i am obsessing contentedly, with the kazaa over here and the discography over there and the lyricbase …

maybe the universe was saving this for some night i really needed it. i owe the universe bigtime for this, you have *no* idea.

and my pleasure center is the shelter for a reptile too!

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can’t stop
I�m incurable but durable, it�s easy to see
Lack of restraint is a complaint of those around me
I know that others postpone
gratification, well I lack that affectation
Let�s get it right (let’s get it right)
There�s no end in sight
And I can�t stop
Can�t stop, can�t stop it
Can�t stop, can�t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop it
It’s shocking, but I just can�t stop it!
Uncontrollable, I�m inconsolable
My pleasure center is the shelter for a reptile
I hate when I gotta tolerate
Frustration, see I lack the motivation
Let�s set this straight (let’s set this straight)
I never wait, and I can�t stop
Can�t stop, can�t stop it
Can�t stop, can�t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop it
It’s shocking, but I just can�t stop it!

fun songs about death and a guy in a towel

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.
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i forget

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.

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meat puppets moment

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.
in which i slip you some tongue

the sniveling playlist of doom

i move across, innocence lost & hold my head still with my hands in my knees, these eyes are the eyes of the old, in your eyes the light the heat, i am complete, it’s not a cry that you hear at night, it’s not somebody who’s seen the light, it’s a cold & it’s a broken hallelujah. if only you believe in miracles, baby, so would i, it’s just love & miracles out of nowhere, and i am calling you, calling you from 10,000 miles away, and i would be the one, hold you close, kiss you so hard. lift me up and turn me over, lead me on into the dawn, take me to the highest mountain, tie me up, love in a storm [we interrupt this sniveling to bring you yesfonts, which was found during coverart googling. yesfonts! yes! *ahem*] if you could read my mind love, what a tale my thoughts would tell, i still believe there’s a ghost of a chance, i think last night you were driving circles around me. and the love that i feel is so far away: i’m a bad dream that i just had today.

& your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick, & if you have to research every single song you’re whining along with for album, year, & cover art, what you find will generally be sufficiently entertaining to distract you almost entirely from the whining at hand. almost.

still, you turn me on.

cover art!

major, major thanks are due to the radiantly lovely & very hardworking lynn who has gone through the lyriclist, adding coverart & album information … this is huge. absolutely.

may i recommend hitting that ‘have at it at random’ link over –> there? s’wonderful.


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