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Look, it's another cool dead guy... Nick Drake - Northern Sky I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky I've been a long time that I'm waiting Been a long that I'm blown I've been a long time that I've wandered Through the people I have known Oh, if you would and you could Straighten my new mind's eye Would you love me for my money Would you love me for my head Would you love me through the winter Would you love me til I'm dead Oh, if you would and you could Come blow your horn on high I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky

Bright Eyes - Something Vague now and again, it seems worse than it is but mostly the view is accurate you see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment and you sink in your chair brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away and you're not really sure what you're doin' this for but you need somethin' to fill up the days a few more hours... there's a dream in my brain that won't just go away it's been stuck there since it came a few nights ago and I'm standin' on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid, with my mom and my brothers and then the bridge disappears and I'm standing on air with nothin' holdin' me and I hang like a star fucking glow in the dark for all those starving eyes to see like the ones we've wished on... well now I'm confused is this death really you and do these dreams have any meaning no, no, I-I think it's more like a ghost that's been following us both something vague that we're not seeing something more like a feeling

Wilco - I Am Trying To Break Your Heart I am an American aquarium drinker I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you? Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers This is not a joke, so please stop smiling What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt? I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming Take it from the inside, baby hold on tight You were so right when you said that I've been drinking What was I thinking when I said good night? I want to hold you in the bible-black predawn You're quite a quiet domino, bury me now Take off your band-aid because I don't believe in touchdowns What was I thinking when I said hello? I'd always thought that if I held you tightly You'd always love me like you did back then Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking What was I thinking when I let you back in? I am trying to break your heart I am trying to break your heart But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy I am trying to break your heart Disposable dixie-cup drinking I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you?

Vatican City

Tuvalu

You know when you've been sitting down too long and you suddenly stand up... Wait, I think that's a rush of blood away from the head... Sorry.

111 CDs (including EPs/compilations) 15 CD singles 13 burned CDs 6 vinyl (including singles) 2 dozen tapes (mostly DMB shows) 300 MP3s (on my current computer) That's being a bit anal, isn't it? But I know those figures from my last Great Reorginization. Which occurs every time I buy a new CD cos I have to shuffle my entire collection around to make everything fit. A couple more CDs, though, and I'll either have to rearrange my whole room or just move out. Or maybe I should just chuck the crap CDs... :idea2: Who wants to play frisbee with Jewel's Pieces of You?

Ryan Adams - Come Pick Me Up when they call your name will you walk right up with a smile on your face or will you cower in fear in your favourite sweater with an old love letter I wish you would I wish you would come pick me up take me out fuck me up steal my records screw all my friends they're all full of shit with a smile on your face and then do it again I wish you would when you're walking downtown do you wish I was there do you wish it was me with the windows clear and the mannequin's eyes do they all look like mine you know you could I wish you would come pick me up take me out fuck me up steal my records screw all my friends behind my back with a smile on your face and then do it again I wish you would I wish you'd make up my bed so I could make up my mind try it for sleeping instead maybe you'll rest sometimes I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could

David Gray - Folk Song I have waited the night over for some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover but the moon she is dumb you have made me a promise at midnight we'd go that we should be married sailing westward ho such words you have spoken you have told me a lie that it could not be broken when you knew it must die there's no light in heaven my eye can see my heart is imprisoned while the devil go free go free like honey the ocean in the morning breeze I'll take my tears to the water that the rivers may freeze there's no light in heaven can shine for me that my heart be imprisoned while the devil go free go free what folly is beauty what trick of the skin desire its fancy and ruin its whim your child within me and what can I do my blood fill with needles that he look like you there's no light in heaven that my eyes can see my heart imprisoned that the devil go free my heart imprisoned that the devil go free no light in heaven no light for me :cry:

Bright Eyes - Spent On Rainy Days I wish I'd saved up for rainy days cos they're the hardest to be dry I got no self control I'm always beggin' into telephones and then I, I bought a little from my brother's friend yeah well, just to get me by I don't trust his cut the effect's never as high as the mark-up I think I'll print it in the personals that I'm lookin' for a match someone to light me up someone to burn the proof of the things that I've done each day there's hours I skip like a stone I just crawl into bed I wanna live my life like somebody's shadow I know I'm lazy with the little things I mean I never held a door but I still loved you more than anyone since or before you're always sayin' that I owe you one well let's consolidate this debt get on a payment plan I'll pay you compliments you can start treatin' me bad but now it's easy, gettin' easier to leave you and this town behind I'm gon' do some traveling once I'm gone tell all our friends you got even I'm held like an object and then set aside oh I'm, I'm back on the shelf or I'm locked in the drawer I'm mint in the box, but you'd still- you'd sell me for cost, wouldn't you? (and I'll be anything) the cord of a parachute (and I'll be anything) the blanket on top of you (oh I'll be anything) the window you're lookin' through (and I'll be anything) the cord of a parachute (oh I'll be anything) the cord of a parachute (the cord of a parachute) the cord of a parachute

Desaparecidos - The Happiest Place on Earth I wanna pledge allegiance to the country where I live I don’t want to be ashamed to be American But opportunity, no, it don’t exist It’s the opiate of the populace We need some harder shit now The truth is getting around And each public school is a halfway house Where the huddled masses somber up and up Enough? There’s not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us It’s just a rationing of luck What can’t be bought gets raffled off Oh god, good god Shed greed on thee Your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry Off the shores of New Jersey I got a letter from the army, so I think that I’ll enlist I’m not brave or proud of nothing I just want to kill something Too bad that nowadays you just point and click Swing lo satellite, hot white chariot! In the computer’s blue glare, the bombs burst in the air There was a city once-- now nothing is there Our freedom comes at their expense It makes sense, doesn’t it? Dollars and cents They’re stretching barbed wire across the picket fence That is surrounding your housing development Just in case you lack the confidence My God, oh God, give strength to thee These amber waves, purple majesty Are nothing but backdrops for Disney Well, look up close It is superimposed on a blank blue screen It is fantasy, fucking magical The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse Our television past that is beautiful no more, no more

Bright Eyes - Poison Oak poison oak, some boyhood bravery when a telephone was a tin can on a string and I fell asleep with you still talkin' to me you said you weren't afraid to die in polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer well I don't think that I ever loved you more than when you turned away, when you slammed the door when you stole the car, drove towards Mexico and you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm I was young enough, I still believed in war but let the poets cry themselves to sleep and all their tearful words will turn back into steam but me I'm a single cell on the serpent's tongue there's a muddy field where a garden was and I'm glad you got away but I'm still stuck out here my clothes are soaking wet from your brother's tears and I never thought this life was possible you're the yellow bird that I've been waitin' for the end of paralysis, I was a statuette now I'm drunk as hell, on a piano bench and when I press the keys, it all gets reversed the sound of loneliness makes me happier

I love fantasy novels, but I'm a bit picky, cos I reread things. A lot. Some books are fine the first time, but seem to get worse with each successive read. However, I found that these have all stood up to a dozen or more readings... The Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien are without doubt the high-water mark for fantasy novels. Anything by Neil Gaiman is great (so far, anyway). Stardust and his short story collection, Smoke & Mirrors are my favourites, but Neverwhere and American Gods are just as good. Also, The Lyonesse Trilogy by Jack Vance is superb, but it's out-of-print. (I think it's worth looking around for, though.) The Dune Chronicles would perhaps be considered closer akin to sci-fi than to fantasy, but they're still pretty fantastic. And, of course, there's always Harry Potter. Seriously.

That's reminded me of something- Led Zepplin: Tangerine and while I'm at it, I may as well add these... David Gray: White Ladder; Flame Turns Blue Ryan Adams: Sweet Black Magic Nick Drake: Blue Season; Way to Blue Wilco: Blue Eyed Soul; Red Eyed and Blue Conor Oberst: Purple Chin; Blue Son, Ambulence: Brown Park; Violet Whiskeytown: Black Arrow, Bleeding Heart; 2 Black Roses Trey Anastasio and Tom Marshall: Blue And Shiny Phish: The White Tape Vida Blue

I notice that Mr. Martin has indeed made several appearences in my dream journal: 19 August 2002 - Coldplay in class. For some reason I can't look Chris in the eye. He doesn't seem to think much of me, but I can't figure out why. :-o 9 November 2002 - At some flashy party. Chris is sitting in a quiet corner by himself, playing guitar. I wander over, a little hesitant (we've been involved before and it didn't end well). He watches as I sit down near him, but doesn't say anything. He seems to have frozen in place, actually. Butterflies in my stomach, I kneel in front of him, like I'm at church or something. Still no response, so I just reach up and kiss him very briefly. He puts his arms around me and I lay my head against his chest; his heart is pounding too. And then this guy comes over and starts speaking German at me in an angry way and we burst out laughing. :shrug: 16 March 2003 - Decide to attend Chris and Gwyneth's wedding, but Chris has done a runner, cos of me, no less. I set off after him, through a desert and to this sprawling white building, like a Southern plantation mansion built on the scale of the Mall of America. I catch up with him there. From a second floor balcony overlooking a sort of atrium I call out: "Chris, you bastard!" He turns and grins up at me. When we find our way to each other, he hugs me. And I vividly remember feeling completely safe, comfortable and content. Then he kissed me :) and I woke up. :( 6 July 2003 - Searching for Chris (and Conor Oberst) in the mountains. Come to a crossroads and see Dave Matthews, on a horse, going the opposite way I need to go. Call out to him, he turns and waves, then continues the way he was going. I start to follow and he turns again, shakes his head at me, like, "Don't follow me." And then this rockslide seperates us so I really can't follow him. :cry: The symbolism on the last one is pretty obvious: it's time to move on, pursue this Bright Eyes/Coldplay road and let Dave go. But the middle two are odd, cos at the time I had them I did not like Chris at all. But I was very, er, fond of him when I had the first one. That's just the perversity of the universe, I suppose. Having over-elaborated and thoroughly abashed myself, I'm gonna run and hide now.

I gather someone is fond of Muse?

Damien Rice - Sand

Bright Eyes - Train Underwater you were born inside of a raindrop I watched you fallin' to your death and the sun well it could not save you fallen down to you, now the streets are wet body of water, toxic and timely Atlantic ocean, New York skyline I always get lost when I leave the village so I couldn't come meet you in Brooklyn last night but I sing glo-o-o-ory from my lowest and I will say peace to the people I meet while the world waits for an explosion an instant of light that wipes the slate clean but don't be fooled, but don't be lied to love was always cruel and don't act strange, don't be a stranger it happened to me, now it's happening to you but if you take that train underwater then we could talk it through well if I could tame all of my desires wait out the weather that howls in my brain because it seems that it's always changing the wind's indecision, the sorrowful rain and I was a postcard, and I was a record and I was a camera, until I went blind so now I am ridin' all over this island lookin' for somethin' to open my eyes but I still sing glo-o-o-ory from a high-rise and I will say thanks, if you're pourin' my drink while the world waits for an explosion that moment in time when we'll be set free but don't stay mad, just let some time pass and in the mornin' you'll wake feelin' new and if I don't come back I mean if I get side-tracked it's only cos I wanted to keepin' up with the moon on an all-night avenue

just a little bit y'know

05.07.97 Dave Matthews Band 20.05.98 Dave Matthews Band w/ Taj Mahal & the Phantom Blues Band 27.10.98 Dave Matthews Band w/ Toots & the Maytals 09.03.99 Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds 07.07.99 Dave Matthews Band w/ Jimmy Cliff 29.07.00 Dave Matthews Band w/ Medeski, Martin & Wood 21.03.01 Dave Matthews 18.05.01 David Gray w/ Nelly Furtado 22.05.01 Dave Matthews Band w/ Angelique Kidjo and Macy Gray 16.05.02 Dave Matthews Band w/ Gov't Mule 11.04.03 Bright Eyes w/ Simon Joyner and Arab Strap 02.06.03 Coldplay w/ Eisley and Ron Sexsmith But no Dave Matthews Band for me this year... and, just my luck, they'll play Granny, Cry Freedom, You Never Know and/or Captain at the show I would've gone to and then I'll feel guilty for seeing Chris instead of Dave. They're coming to L.A. in two weeks and I'm not going :cry: Imagine if they played Halloween -- I'd have to shoot myself.

I feel like a bit of a jerk for making corrections, but, um, Cream was Eric Clapton's old band. I forget who the other two guys were, but Jimi Hendrix wasn't one of them. And bringing up Slowhand... Cream: Blue Condition; White Room Eric Clapton: Black Summer Rain; Pretty Blue Eyes

Bright Eyes: Amy in the White Coat; Black Comedy; Bowl of Oranges; Going for the Gold Dave Matthews Band: Blue Water (Baboon Farm) David Gray: Red Moon Ryan Adams: Blue; Mega-Superior Gold; Red Wine; Fool's Gold Nick Drake: Pink Moon; Black Eyed Dog Travis: The Blue Flashing Light Pete Yorn: Black Wilco: Pot Kettle Black U2: Silver and Gold; Ultraviolet; Bullet the Blue Sky Sting: Fields of Gold Peter Gabriel: Red Rain; Fourteen Black Paintings Grateful Dead: Touch of Grey Azure Ray And I feel compelled to note that Big Yellow Taxi is a Joni Mitchell song. And since I mentioned her -- Joni Mitchell: Blue.

Strangely enough, Chris Martin's voice and David Gray's voice both got on my nerves for a while before I learned to love them, but Conor Oberst's wretched warble was never an issue with me, though I admit most people would call it an acquired taste. If they were being polite. First time I listened to one of his songs though, I was stunned. The song was False Advertising and it was so not what I expected from the lyric that had caught my eye in Rolling Stone ("fuck my face, fuck my name" was hard to ignore). It was such a weird waltzy thing, but I suspected Conor was a genius. And after buying his albums (and EPs), downloading what I couldn't buy and seeing him in concert, I'm convinced. So what if his voice isn't perfect? It's an incredibly emotive, visceral thing. Combine that with what he has to sing, the eloquence and unabashed honesty of his lyrics; it's a voice that's easy to believe. When you think about it, he does have the perfect voice for his sad bastard songs. "Well I could've been a famous singer, if I had someone else's voice. But failure's always sounded better, so let's fuck it up boys, make some noise!" ~Rode to Joy

Amsterdam was the one song on AROBTTH that really struck me the very first time I listened the album. I just went "wow..." For a while I'd put it on repeat and sleep with it playing. When I saw Coldplay on June 2nd, I wasn't in good spirits and was prepared to sulk all night, but little by little they broke me down (I even sang along with Everything's Not Lost when 1. I don't really like that song, and 2. I usually find sing-alongs cheesy). Even though I started having a good time, I still didn't expect them to play Amsterdam at all, so when they started it I went a little mental. I bounced up and down, punched the air and cheered, and y'know, normally I'm pretty reserved, so that was quite a huge reaction coming from me. It's definitely on my "favourite songs... ever" list. I adore the line, "And I know I'm dead on the surface, but I am screamin' underneath."

Ryan Adams - New York, New York; Dear Chicago Bright Eyes - June on the West Coast (mentions: Winnetka, California; Mesa, Arizona; Olympia; San Diego) Desaparecidos - Greater Omaha David Gray - The Lights of London Gram Parsons (I think) - Ooh, Las Vegas Whiskeytown - Jacksonville Skyline