There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
Archive for August, 2008
Passing Afternoon :: Iron & Wine
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The Sea and the Rhythm :: Iron & Wine
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Tonight, we’re the sea and the salty breeze the milk from your breast is on my lips and lovelier words from your mouth to me when salty my sweat and fingertips
Sodom, South Georgia :: Iron & Wine
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Papa died smiling Wide as the ring of a bell Gone all star white Small as a wish in a well And Sodom, South Georgia Woke like a tree full of bees Buried in Christmas Bows and a blanket of weeds
Someday the Waves :: Iron & Wine
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Waking before you I’ve got a fever and a childish wish for snow Seems like a long, long time Since I spun you to this borrowed radio
Each Coming Night :: Iron & Wine
Posted in Music, Poetry, tagged iron & wine, Lyrics, Music, Poetry on August 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Will you say when I’m gone away “My lover came to me and we’d lay In rooms unfamiliar but until now”
My Lady’s House (edit) :: Iron & Wine
Posted in Music, Poetry, tagged iron & wine, Lyrics, Music, Poetry on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
there is light in my lady’s house and there’s none but some falling rain this like a spoken word she is more than her thousand names
Dance Music :: The Mountain Goats
Posted in Music, Poetry, tagged Lyrics, Music, Poetry, the mountain goats on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
alright I’m on johnson avenue in san luis obispo and I’m five years old or six maybe. and indications there’s something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily I’m in the living room watching the watergate hearings while my step father yells at my mother. launches a glass across the room, [...]
Broom People :: The Mountain Goats
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’36 hudson in the garage, all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room, dishes in the kitchen sink, new straw for the old broom, friends who dont have a clue, well meaning teachers, but down in your arms, in your arms, I am a wild creature.
Holland, 1945 :: Neutral Milk Hotel
Posted in Music, Poetry, tagged Lyrics, Music, Neutral Milk Hotel, Poetry on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The only girl I’ve ever loved Was born with roses in her eyes But then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she’s a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty [...]
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea :: Neutral Milk Hotel
Posted in Music, Poetry, tagged Lyrics, Music, Neutral Milk Hotel, Poetry on August 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun What a beautiful dream That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me Soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
Man :: Richard Brautigan
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, Richard Brautigan, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster on August 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab – Richard Brautigan
Your Necklace Is Leaking :: Richard Brautigan
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, Richard Brautigan, The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster on August 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
(For Marcia) Your necklace is leaking and blue light drips from your beads to cover your beautiful breasts with a clear African dawn.
Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 69-88
Posted in Movies, tagged Darren Aronofsky, movie, Movies, Pi, script on August 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
EXT. TIMES SQUARE — NEON NIGHT In the heart of New York, Max spins around searching for his foe.
Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 47-68
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HALLWAY – where he looks at Devi’s door nervously. He smoothes out his hair, gathers his courage and knocks on her door. Through the door he hears:
Pi (1998): Shooting Script, pp. 26-46
Posted in Movies, tagged Darren Aronofsky, movie, Movies, Pi, script on August 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
TIGHT ON A FUSE BOX Max removes a fuse. He replaces it with a penny. (voice-over) 10.28. Results: Bullshit. Euclid predicts AAR at six and a half. AAR hasn’t been beneath forty in twenty years. Explanations for anomaly: Human error.
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