mick

When you find a girl
You found a friend
If you wait too long
The story ends

If I look to you, you wave to me
I can't take it, honestly
But I found you, and there you are

If the tides have turned
And wash ashore
But you gave me pain
I still adore

Now I ran them all, around for you
Can't believe that's all you do
And it kills me, and there you are

I can't take myself
I'm trying to help somebody else
Come along
Let's just get it straight
This is gonna have to wait
Too long

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depression

with dez cadena on the mic, san fran '81

RIGHT HERE, ALL BY MYSELF
I AIN'T GOT NO ONE ELSE
THE SITUATION IS BLEEDING ME
THERE'S NO RELIEF FOR A PERSON LIKE ME

DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION-I GOTTA BREAK FREE
DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION'S GONNA KILL ME

I AIN'T GOT NO FRIENDS TO CALL MY OWN
I JUST SIT HERE ALL ALONE
THERE'S NO GIRLS THAT WANT TO TOUCH ME
I DON'T NEED YOUR GODDAMN SYMPATHY

DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION-I GOTTA BREAK FREE
DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION'S GONNA KILL ME

EVERYBODY JUST GET AWAY
I'M GONNA BOIL OVER INSIDE TODAY
THEY SAY THINGS ARE GONNA GET BETTER
ALL I KNOW IS THEY FUCKIN' BETTER

DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION-I GOTTA BREAK FREE
DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION'S GONNA KILL ME

DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION-I GOTTA BREAK FREE
DEPRESSION'S GOT A HOLD OF ME
DEPRESSION'S GONNA KILL ME

hold

joni on dulcimer

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong, I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want -- do you want -- do you want
to dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
on maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause -- Life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
my mind see-saws
Do you see -- do you see -- do you see
how you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
and it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free



We once loved-together
And we floodlit that time
Input-output-electricity
But the lines overloaded
And the sparks started flying
And the loose wires
Were lashing out at me
She's not going to fix that up
Too easy
But she holds out her candle
And she shines it in
And she begs him to show her
How to fix it again
While the song that he sang her
To soothe her to sleep
Runs all through her circuits
Like a heartbeat
She's not going to fix it up
Too easy

at the jetty

man i am so excited for panda bear's new album, "tomboy," to be released this april. here's the first lp version single! this song and five others have been released as singles, with panda bear mixing. this new mix is done by sonic boom from legendary psych rock back spacemen 3.




i don't want to describe something that i'm not
i don't want to hide the hopes that i have
i want to enjoy what's meant to enjoy
not try to find slights and slurs to employ

make it happen

you'll once again find your love
oh, and just when you need it most
don't hold on to those old feelings no more
you've got to forget about your ghosts

you know we all move in circles
down now, sure to come up again soon
hey man, don't dwell on those old times
clinging to your roots when you know it's time to bloom

when you're down
you gotta keep it up
call my name
i'll hear you calling
when you're down
gotta make it happen yourself

move on

portrait of the artist, circa 1917

photo by my friend lauren

"dangerous"

designing a visual identity for a song in graphic design 2. not sure what song i'm listening to, but it's pretty interesting, mixing a sort of mafioso type fretless bassline against accordian and new orleans style horns.

my first descriptive word/reference point for the project is dangerous

wonder

The Shaggs were formed by Dot, Betty, and Helen in 1968 on the insistence of their father, Austin Wiggin, who believed that his mother foresaw the band's rise to stardom in a palm reading. The band is primarily notable today for their perceived ineptitude at playing conventional rock music. The Shaggs are now seen as a groundbreaking outsider music group, receiving praise from mainstream artists such as Kurt Cobain and Frank Zappa who called the Shaggs "better than the Beatles".

Got To Tell

ya might like this...

on the dot

that's us / wild combination

With this our love to see, by it's own light
Love inside of me, it's working at night
Seconds before I see in the dark
Seconds turn, this time that, it's so...
Coming to, seconds turn, this time that I
Such fun to be with
It's a big old world
With nothing in it
I can't wait to see you another minute
It's a wild combination, it's a wild combination
It's a wild, it's a loving you baby
It's a talk in the dark, it's a walk in the morning
That's us, before we got there
That's morning time, before we got there
For a price, push up and be part of it all
Surfing, swimming
It's a wild combination

i only know

james blake, ladies and gentlemen






if you are so inclined...

A Haunted House, virginia woolf

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure — a ghostly couple.

“Here we left it,” she said. And he added, “Oh, but here too!” “It’s upstairs,” she murmured. “And in the garden,” he whispered “Quietly,” they said, “or we shall wake them.”

But it wasn’t that you woke us. Oh, no. “They’re looking for it; they’re drawing the curtain,” one might say, and so read on a page or two. “Now they’ve found it,” one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. “What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?” My hands were empty. “Perhaps it’s upstairs then?” The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.

But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The window panes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling — what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat softly. “The treasure buried; the room. . .” the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?

A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burnt behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us; coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. “Safe, safe, safe,” the pulse of the house beat gladly. “The Treasure yours.”

The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.

“Here we slept,” she says. And he adds, “Kisses without number.” “Waking in the morning —” “Silver between the trees —” “Upstairs —” “In the garden —” “When summer came —” “In winter snowtime —” The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Nearer they come; cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken; we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. “Look,” he breathes. “Sound asleep. Love upon their lips.”

Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.

“Safe, safe, safe,” the heart of the house beats proudly. “Long years —” he sighs. “Again you found me.” “Here,” she murmurs, “sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure —” Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. “Safe! safe! safe!” the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry “Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.”

--Virginia Woolf

read more short stories by Virginia Woolf

chained to the bottom of the ocean

This freezing chamber is inescapable. These ashen walls are insurmountable. Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss. Endless gloom. Endless solitude. A lifeless form. Twilight eternal. The current sweeps their bodies to shore. The last reminder of the death they endured. Of the oceans depths, they are now sure. No escape. Reaper, join us. Father of death, return to us. Empty sockets see nothing but black, black, black abyss. We are all lost between hell and the sea. The surface is shimmering--just beyond our reach. Why? Why have we been abandoned? Shadows grasp at the ghosts of memories. There is no release. There is no end in sight. Tomorrow will never come. I cannot let go. I can never let go.

-- Thou

That's the Most Illegal Thing I've Seen in the History of Wrestling

for roy b

lightly

i don't take it as light as i used to do
all because of you
i don't take it as lightly as i used to do
all because of you

always, all the time
you come runnin' back through my mind
askin' is it right
if you have to ask
you don't know do you anymore
how's a guy to get
you back up on your feet

askin' is it right
if you have to ask
you don't know do you anymore
askin' is it right
i don't take it as light as i used to do

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