Thursday, December 31, 2020
March 99 - Okkervil River - Lost Coastlines (Live on KEXP)
Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the key.
No one waving for me just the shoreline receding.
Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't hand it in.
Cause who said sailing is fine?
Leaving behind all the faces that I might replace if I tried on that long ride,
Looking deep inside but I don't want to look so deep inside yet.
No one waving for me just the shoreline receding.
Ticket in my hand and thinking wish I didn't hand it in.
Cause who said sailing is fine?
Leaving behind all the faces that I might replace if I tried on that long ride,
Looking deep inside but I don't want to look so deep inside yet.
Sit down, sit down on the proud wave bye,
There might not be another star, farther on the line.
Look out, look out at each town that glides by,
And there's another crowd, to drown in crying eyes.
And see how that light you love now just won't shine,
There might just be another star, that's high and far in some other sky.
There might not be another star, farther on the line.
Look out, look out at each town that glides by,
And there's another crowd, to drown in crying eyes.
And see how that light you love now just won't shine,
There might just be another star, that's high and far in some other sky.
We sing, is that marionette real enough yet to step off of that set
And decide what a dance might mean to it.
Ruining the place where the ensuing may lay escape.
We packed up all of our bags the ship's deck now sags
From the weight of our tracks as we pace beneath flags
Black and battered rattling our swords in service of some fated, foreign, war.
And decide what a dance might mean to it.
Ruining the place where the ensuing may lay escape.
We packed up all of our bags the ship's deck now sags
From the weight of our tracks as we pace beneath flags
Black and battered rattling our swords in service of some fated, foreign, war.
And Jonathan says we sail out on order of him
But we find that the maps he sent to us don't mention lost coastlines.
Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined
And we don't recognize the names upon strange signs.
But we find that the maps he sent to us don't mention lost coastlines.
Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined
And we don't recognize the names upon strange signs.
And every night finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide,
Well we have lost our way, nobody's gonna say it outright.
Just go
Well we have lost our way, nobody's gonna say it outright.
Just go
Monday, December 14, 2020
Friday, September 18, 2020
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
You're a better man than I
Oh, the road is long
If you stay strong
You're a better man than I
You've been beat and afraid
Probably betrayed
You're a better man than I
If you stay strong
You're a better man than I
You've been beat and afraid
Probably betrayed
You're a better man than I
Friday, August 7, 2020
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Down to New Orleans,
I beg you all night long
No, the funny part about an Irish bank speaking of New Orleans isn't lost on me....
Saturday, August 1, 2020
Your Love Recedes with Doubt
What I got I have earned
What I'm not I have learned
Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe
Just stay in my bed till the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take me now as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
What I'm not I have learned
Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe
Just stay in my bed till the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take me now as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now
Thursday, June 25, 2020
While My Guitar ..
I
use to want a man who looked at my the way Tormand looked at Lady
Brienne of Tarth,
now I'd settle for Dani Harrison looks at Prince
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Friday, April 3, 2020
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Talk About Fucking Melancholy - 2 Weeks & a Day
Yesterday I rearranged a living that had been the same for about 20 years...
Change what you can, accept what you cannot. Ugh.
I start my day the same as it ever was, podcasts and news. I listen to Maddow and read all the different papers to try and get the full range of angles. I mark my calendar by worldwide cases, worldwide deaths and SD cases. Today was 894k - 4.5K - 734. I saw a breakdown by zip code yesterday, mine has 6. I guess its time to start tracking that too.
Its scary, its bizarre, yet we always knew it would come to this.
You can't shit on the earth for so long without a proper retaliation. Scared, but not surprised.
Wednesdays are for the top 50 records of the 70's according to some obscure website.
Today I listened to #44 Deep Purple "Machine Head', #43 Velvet Underground "Loaded", #42 Let it Be, #41 Elvis Costello, "My Aim is True" #40 Darkness on the Edge of Town, and #39 "Sticky Fingers"
Talk about fucking melancholy.. Sweet Jane, Don't Let Me Down, Allison, Promised Land & fucking Moonlight Mile... The mix tape is just making its self.
Change what you can, accept what you cannot. Ugh.
I start my day the same as it ever was, podcasts and news. I listen to Maddow and read all the different papers to try and get the full range of angles. I mark my calendar by worldwide cases, worldwide deaths and SD cases. Today was 894k - 4.5K - 734. I saw a breakdown by zip code yesterday, mine has 6. I guess its time to start tracking that too.
Its scary, its bizarre, yet we always knew it would come to this.
You can't shit on the earth for so long without a proper retaliation. Scared, but not surprised.
Wednesdays are for the top 50 records of the 70's according to some obscure website.
Today I listened to #44 Deep Purple "Machine Head', #43 Velvet Underground "Loaded", #42 Let it Be, #41 Elvis Costello, "My Aim is True" #40 Darkness on the Edge of Town, and #39 "Sticky Fingers"
Talk about fucking melancholy.. Sweet Jane, Don't Let Me Down, Allison, Promised Land & fucking Moonlight Mile... The mix tape is just making its self.
Friday, March 27, 2020
I'm Really Worried About Living
Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window
All that he could see was Babylon
Beautiful green fields and dreams and learn to measure the stars
But there was a worry in his heart
All that he could see was Babylon
Beautiful green fields and dreams and learn to measure the stars
But there was a worry in his heart
He said, "How could it come to this?
I'm really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, I really want to know about this"
I'm really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, I really want to know about this"
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there came a day, moved out across the Mediterranean
Came to western isles and the Greek young men
And with their silver beards they laughed at the unknown of the universe
They could sit and guess God's name
Then there came a day, moved out across the Mediterranean
Came to western isles and the Greek young men
And with their silver beards they laughed at the unknown of the universe
They could sit and guess God's name
But they said, "How could it come to this?
We're really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"
We're really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there followed days of kings, empires and revolution
Blood just looks the same when you open the veins
But sometimes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone
But the furrowed brow has never left his face
Then there followed days of kings, empires and revolution
Blood just looks the same when you open the veins
But sometimes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone
But the furrowed brow has never left his face
He said, "How could it come to this?
We've living in a landslide
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"
We've living in a landslide
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there came a day, man packed up flew off from the planet
He went to the moon, to the moon
Then there came a day, man packed up flew off from the planet
He went to the moon, to the moon
Now he's out in space, hey, fixing all the problems
He comes face to face with God
He comes face to face with God
He says, "How could it come to this?
I'm really worried about my creation
How did it comes to this?
You're really killing me, you know"
It isn't just today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, bang
Ooh, aah, ooh
Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window
Didn't understand, watch what he saw
I'm really worried about my creation
How did it comes to this?
You're really killing me, you know"
It isn't just today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, bang
Ooh, aah, ooh
Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window
Didn't understand, watch what he saw
Wednesday, March 25, 2020
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Top 60 of the 60s - #60 Booker T & the MGs
One of my all time favorite groups, for all the right reasons and come on..
Cropper & Dunn!
Friday, March 20, 2020
Philly - The Best Airport Music Evah
My new coworker is from Philly, and has an accent. I couldn't place it, cuz its not Boston, its not NY, its something else, but still, I just dig accents.
The night I spent on the streets in Philly is in the running for the best night of my lift, Philly holds this place in my heart as a that place... when its mentioned, I go quiet and smile, get warm and hum some TSOP.
Oddly enough, the BF said something tonight about Big Lizard in my Backyard, so I threw in the old cracked cassette and we sat and listened with such warmth. My inner running dialog is voiced by Rodney Anonymous. I was saying that when I was a kid listening to them, I assumed they were from Texas? I had no idea what Philly was, I just remember a scream of "San Antonion TEXAS"
Anywhoo, young me was wrong, as usual and I pulled up this interview, and and relized in the first sentence out of Joe Jack Talcum's mouth, sounds just like my new coworker, when he says "Ramones" :) Ah.... a Philly accent!
The night I spent on the streets in Philly is in the running for the best night of my lift, Philly holds this place in my heart as a that place... when its mentioned, I go quiet and smile, get warm and hum some TSOP.
Oddly enough, the BF said something tonight about Big Lizard in my Backyard, so I threw in the old cracked cassette and we sat and listened with such warmth. My inner running dialog is voiced by Rodney Anonymous. I was saying that when I was a kid listening to them, I assumed they were from Texas? I had no idea what Philly was, I just remember a scream of "San Antonion TEXAS"
Anywhoo, young me was wrong, as usual and I pulled up this interview, and and relized in the first sentence out of Joe Jack Talcum's mouth, sounds just like my new coworker, when he says "Ramones" :) Ah.... a Philly accent!
Pleasure, up and down my smile
So much goin' on these days
Forget about instinct, it's not what pays
Pleasure, up and down my smile
A carton of eggs think
It's all worthwhile
Tell me spirit
What has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it
Or are we doin' it now?
Wordlesschorus
Fissure is the thrill of the day
Forget about feeling, that's not what pays
But you know all of this can change
Remember the promise as a kid you made
Wordlesschorus
We are the innovators, they are the imitators
Come on, hey don't you know how we started
We forgot about love but weren't brokenhearted
Wordlesschorus
Forget about instinct, it's not what pays
Pleasure, up and down my smile
A carton of eggs think
It's all worthwhile
Tell me spirit
What has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it
Or are we doin' it now?
Wordlesschorus
Fissure is the thrill of the day
Forget about feeling, that's not what pays
But you know all of this can change
Remember the promise as a kid you made
Wordlesschorus
We are the innovators, they are the imitators
Come on, hey don't you know how we started
We forgot about love but weren't brokenhearted
Wordlesschorus
Tinariwen
We had gone to the Belly Up to see Dengue Fever for my birthday a few years back, and these guys were sharing the bill. How blown away I was!
Should You Choose To Go, Please Be Careful of Lonesome Roads
Quarantine Day 2
Only mildly loosing my shit, have started vacuming with only the hand held hose
and doing alot of squats.
And re-watching The West Wing.. for optimism.
Friday, March 6, 2020
Monday, March 2, 2020
Quadruple Screwdriver
My first memory of my Aunt Marcia was her big and preggos with my cousin Ryan.
Her golden brown hippy hair fanned out of that belly and for some reason, I connect her friendly smile welcoming me into her trailer when I was 4ish has a Led Zeppelin soundtrack.
I had been living in the back of some 70s sedan, it was roomie and the backseat was full of toys and stuffed animals. The last memory is more from a spectator vantage. There's a young kid, leaning up backwards in the backseat, elbows holding her up and questioning fists under her chin, watching the flooded streets dissappear as she stared. Some visions would remain her whole life, the site of men in canoes, gliding slowly through the rain. Its in slow motion,but perhaps the men are looking for people in distress, or bodies...
When Mom tells stories of living down on Colfax, tales of Cassady and Kerouac go thru my head and I dream of her life being like theirs. I want the tales of my Mother to be adventurous and downright crazy. I need to believe that I came from a long line of Nagel ladies. All the Nagel ladies?
Yes, tell me of your long line of insanely interesting Nagel ladies. Then I can feel that I am just perhaps par, and not as much "on the edge" ... as I usually do..
Her golden brown hippy hair fanned out of that belly and for some reason, I connect her friendly smile welcoming me into her trailer when I was 4ish has a Led Zeppelin soundtrack.
I had been living in the back of some 70s sedan, it was roomie and the backseat was full of toys and stuffed animals. The last memory is more from a spectator vantage. There's a young kid, leaning up backwards in the backseat, elbows holding her up and questioning fists under her chin, watching the flooded streets dissappear as she stared. Some visions would remain her whole life, the site of men in canoes, gliding slowly through the rain. Its in slow motion,but perhaps the men are looking for people in distress, or bodies...
When Mom tells stories of living down on Colfax, tales of Cassady and Kerouac go thru my head and I dream of her life being like theirs. I want the tales of my Mother to be adventurous and downright crazy. I need to believe that I came from a long line of Nagel ladies. All the Nagel ladies?
Yes, tell me of your long line of insanely interesting Nagel ladies. Then I can feel that I am just perhaps par, and not as much "on the edge" ... as I usually do..
Friday, February 21, 2020
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
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