Pissed off at the Vistas

What good is it to be so disarmingly pretentious that you cannot even admit to your own self that you've finally found happiness - or are you going to pretend to be bored with it? That WOULD be the fashionably sensitive thing to do --- FEH

If i weren't so consumed by the corporate maladies that reverberate through the stupid song stuck in my head everyday I would prolly blog a lot more, record a lot more and live a lot more - can't love a lot more though ... go figure .. umm...

Anywho... so if you think you're happy, let yourself be. And if you're not go buy my record. The one I didnt release yet. OR go listen to the following list of songs which are playing constantly in my head/car/bed :


Alanis Morissette – Your house
Ali Azmat - Mangagun
Ali Azmat - Na Rey Na
Ben Folds – Give Judy My Notice
Bic Runga – Get Some Sleep
Bic Runga – When I See You Smile
Bruce Springsteen - Cover Me
Chris Isaak - Go Walking Down There
Counting Crows - A Murder of One
Counting Crows - Angels of the Silences
Counting Crows - She Don't Want Nobody Near
Cyndi Lauper - I Drove All Night
Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go
Dashboard Confessional - I'll See You There
Death Cab for Cutie - Title and Registration
Del Amitri - Driving With The Brakes On
Del Amitri - Tell Her This
Dye Corduroy - Aik Dafa Ka Zikr Thaa ...
Eisley - Telescope Eyes
Foo Fighters – Best of You
Foo Fighters – D.O.A
Foo Fighters – No Way Back
Foo Fighters - Resolve
Foo Fighters - What if I Do?
Garrison Star - Black and White
Garrison Star - Kansas City, Kansas
Giant Drag - Kevin is Gay
Giant Drag - Slayer
Goo Goo Dolls - Become
Goo Goo Dolls – Better Days
Goo Goo Dolls - Can’t Let It Go
Goo Goo Dolls – Let Love In
Goo Goo Dolls - Stay With You
Goo Goo Dolls – We’ll be Here (when youre gone)
Goo Goo Dolls – Without You Here
Jack's Mannequin - Into The Airwaves
Jack's Mannequin - Kill The Messenger
Jack's Mannequin - La La Lie
Jack's Mannequin - Last Straw
Jacks Mannequin - Rescued
Jack's Mannequin - The Lights and Buzz
Jacks mannequin- Dark Blue
Jacks mannequin- Holiday from real
Jacks mannequin- I’m ready
Jacks mannequin- Lonely for her
Jacks Mannequin- Miss Delaney
Jacks mannequin- Mixed Tape
Jacks_mannequin - Bruised
Jewel - 1000 Miles Away
Jewel - Drive To You
Jewel - Foolish Games
Jewel - Satellite
Jewel - Stephenville, Tx
Jimmy Eat World - 23
Jimmy Eat World - Work
Josh Rouse - Streetlights
Josh Rouse - Under Your Charms
Junoon - Muk Gaye Nay
Junoon - Pehli Lagan
Junoon - Rooh Ki Pyaas
Katheleen Edwards – In State
Kings of Convenience - Homesick
Little Willies - Easy As The Rain
Little Willies - It's Not You It's Me
Little Willies - Roll On
Little Willies - Streets of Baltimore
Live - Heaven
Live - Nights of Nights
Live - The River
Live - Where Do We Go From Here
Muse - Time Is Running Out
Nada Surf - If You Leave
Nada Surf - Inside Of Love
Noori - Meray Log
OK Go – Maybe this time
Pearl Jam - Come Back
Pearl Jam - Gone
Pearl Jam - Home
Pearl Jam - Life Wasted
Pearl Jam - Parachutes
Pearl Jam - Severed Hand
Pearl Jam - World Wide Suicide
Placebo – Follow the Cops Back Home
Placebo - Infra-red
Placebo – Meds (feat – Alison Mosshart)
Placebo – Post blue
Plumb - Damaged
R.E.M. - E-bow the Letter
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Charlie
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Dani California
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Death Of A Martian
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hard To Concentrate
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Hey
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Made You Feel Better
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Slow Cheetah
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Snow ((Hey Oh))
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Wet Sand
Rhett Miller - Help Me, Suzanne
Rilo Kiley – Portions for Foxes
Ryan Adams - Dear Chicago
Sara Mclachlan - Angel
Sarah McLachlan - I Will Not Forget you
Sarah McLachlan - Ice Cream
Sinead O`Connor - Tiny Grief Song
Something Corporate - As You Sleep
Something Corporate - I Won't Make You
Something Corporate - Miss America
Something Corporate - The Runaway
Something Corporate – Watch the Sky
Stars - Your Ex-lover Is Dead
Stereophonics - Dakota
Teddy Tompson - Seperate Ways
Tegan & Sara - Walking With A Ghost
The Innocence Mission - Where Does The Time Go
The Little Willies - Roly Poly
The Mighty Lynchpins - Can't Get Worse
The Mighty Lynchpins - Fast Train to Oakland
The Smiths - Girlfriend In A Coma
The Smiths – There is a Light that never goes out
The Smiths- Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want
Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale
Tori Amos - Power of Orange Knickers
Tori Amos - Strange
Tori Amos - Wednesday
Vanessa Carlton - White houses
Wilco - Thirteen

Inspirational Buckets

I'm back...



It's been a long time away... for a while a long way away as well... but I am back.

Quadsimorphialesqueish.

Victim of a Mastermind

Eating in the circles in the dusted silence of another polished lie. Whatever does become of the beasts of burden that haunt your daylight and your comfort? In this cyclone parade of everyday, the weeks pave into months of forgotten resolve. You write a new song and manage to sing along to the ones you bled bare. And then you cull and evolve and push away and embrace. Terrible; that what the state of mind has become. And the years to become are still a pale shadow of the years gone by. And the longing lingering in the reveries painted on the shut eyelids from the inside out threaten to become the demonic truth. You look at the person you were entwined within a world away the night before and wonder… do they know you’ve been dreaming of them? Do they sense that you look at them differently even if it be so passively? You are the mastermind of this victim. And a victim of this mastermind.

The many days gone by have been my pet hurricanes. The very naked therapeutic song that you churned out has helped you move forward. And you are still addressing yourself, almost prepping your own self. So you talk and whisper and sing and scream to yourself. You must educate yourself to eradicate your self. And then build a new perception of your self. And break that down. And then erect another façade. Build to break more. Bleed to believe, and believe to ridicule. Ignorance remains a bliss less visited. Belief beyond belief is the prozac that will lull you to sleep. Sleep to dream so that you may look again at someone so differently yet act the same. A reverie I say is then the 38293085th of the improbable roads you are less likely to drink in travel. And the journey is endless, yet so fucking short.

So think about the year gone by. Such beautiful mistakes, such ugly success. Such a sight for sore eyes you remain to be, such a sight for sore eyes.

Glory-hole in the soul ....

This is going to be pretty smooth sailing from now on … the blissful retreat of the residual hours can be spent sinking into the often tiring and rarely enterprising scavenger hunts through my echoing mind. The weight of responsibilities to self, circumstance and futures ill-conceived falls on the folds of synaptic pit stops. The heart beats as one… alone in vision and warmth, not fused in unison of feelings. The hands ache in earnest yearning to etch vengeful escapades onto the corridors of celestial residue. And the eyes… few may have seen or have imagined what the lid paints upon the fabric of processing vision as it slithers repeatedly over the white and the lens. The looking glass; the proverbial crystal ball which reveals more as it is peered into rather than what it gazes upon. Such is the state of affairs… this is the new diary of soul. Scribbled and scathed on by many but suffered, felt and enjoyed by only me as it runs through the cavalcade of undoing inside. This is the new diary of my soul.

Brooding: part two

Yielding hurricanes inside your tainted smile
Walking on paper thin bridges raised by the truth

How do you break through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating lightthat shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight

A window sealed
A perished feel
A moment away to heal
Sniffing glue
Coz missing you

A serenade to break your zeal

Brooding: Part One

Spotting aeroplanes across the summer sky
Breeding pedigrees of a safer, more faithful you

How do i get through?

And the curse of the jealous fly
In the cocoon of a better lie
In the verse of a healing wound
My radiating gloom

It blooms into a pretty white
And soon into a pretty wife
It rooms inside a fluctuating light
That shines and rhyhmes with the worst of tonight...

The worst of tonight...

Orange Amnesia and Car Crashes ...

Last night, when i was driving home... a black mercedes rammed me and i lost all memory...

The bastard cut a signal, slammed and totalled my car and ran...


How was YOUR day?

*flips the universe*

Happy endings ....

I have been dousing in independent or independentisque' films recently. Atleast I would have liked to think so. And then the fact that the last three were either Warner Independent or Showtime Independent et al.

A soundtrack really makes the movie stand out and fall flat and if nothing, Happy Endings with its brilliantly simple yet entwined purple gum stuck to your sandals plot and character sketches COMBINED with the beautiful Maggie Gyllenhaal and Calexico soundtrack make this move one big aphrodisiac for the mind-works. Lisa Kudrow was not at all bad either! and we all know that Maggie is always so intensely great... its uncanny. Grab this film and find me the soundtrack mp3s and I shall die a happy wrestler.



Jesse Bradford was interesting as well, as he was in Eulogy. I loved Eulogy.





Anyhwho, check out Maggie Gyllenhaal's filmography.

Don't change your plans ...

All those readily bleeding moments, shimmering hung on the avenues of days gone by.
I guarantee, I disagree, I confiscate all the reveries. You dominate, you hesitate, you fascinate and you let me be.

All of the time you thought I was sad ... I was trying to remember your name

I have been filling the bath-tub up with hot scalding water... and falling asleep in it. Strange? When theres nothing left to burn; you must set yourself on fire.

God that was strange to see you again... introduced by a friend of a friend... smiled and said yes I think we've met before... in that instant it started to pour...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin... tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in... now you're outside me, see all the beauty... repent all your sins

Its nothing but time and a face that you lose... I chose to feel it but you couldn't choose... I'll write you a postcard I'll send you the news... from the house down the road from real love.

I bought tonnes of dvd's again. On the binge...

The denial twist says:
ill have u x'in so hard ur gonna thnk ur a bee and try to squeeze thru key holes

Peasants of the modern blue...

The Dirty Street Lights revamp is done, I shall be posting the mp3 in the next blog so stay hither and stay click-ful. Let me just take a moment to say how much I adore mp3s blogs, from regnyouth to my-old-kentucky-blog, this girl needs therapy, against the grain, stereogum, aint no picasso, to the millions and millions of others that I hold dear to me and my insatiable downloading needs... Thank ya!

I shadow-box my closest friends; I knock them all out in the end ...

So I'm guessing I go with the Line 6 XT Pod, its USB activated see.. and although it dont have stomps like the ME50, it shall serve well for recording .... I dunno, its a toughie!

So this just one, you MUST have hydrogen peroxide in your ear every month at least, and Q-Tips are a no no... says rebel sweetheart. Hmm... in the words of Stewie Griffin: WHAT THE DUECE! Contrary to the H2O2 phenomenon, I presented the fact that cavemen, you know, those hairy bunnies back in the day; never used either of the two. And they still got laid. Point proven. I rest my case, and my arse for today ... See you again tomorrow, and oh there was nothing dark in this post! I just CANNOT let that be now can I?

DIE !

toodles

The Odds are 42 to 3

The odds are 42 to 3… the blushing brilliance of the bastard moments is such a pristine façade. It’s almost static, almost pleasant and almost always fatal. The concentric pull of circumstance is livid and lusciously overpowering. It renders you a helpless beanie baby, yielding and bending over backwards to avoid confrontation, conscience and correction. The ever impending doom dances shamelessly on your horizon, yet you fold. You chose to ignore. You concur yet not conceive. What a wicked way to be. A step forward and 298 steps back. Sideways falling and gingerly peering. You the rag-doll… you the rag-doll…

Sorry for the absence… but I am back now.

Over the weekend I shall be posting the redone “Dirty Street Lights”, a very rem-ish ditty. Till then…