Scams, Plots, and Everything

Presumed Innocent - (1990) Directed by Alan J. Pakula

Starring Harrison Ford, Brian Dennehy, Raul Julia, Bonnie Bedelia

Every Time I Die - She's My Rushmore

Cut your break lines, brake your headlights

and waited for you at the stop sign.

Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires,

our smothered young.

Always the first one on the scene.

A pyromantic midsummer night's dream

Thank you lord:

1) for this oil slick.

2) for her car wreck.

3) for I'm lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve.

And when you thought we were done for. I pulled through.

While you rested your eyes in the driver seat,

I sat and watched you.

Always the first one on the scene.

A pyromantic midsummer night's dream

Trust me.

We'll wait for it, pray for it,

step on the brakes till we're over it, under it,

screaming like bombs for it.

Oh dear me, I've done it again.

Thank you lord:

4) for the loaded gun.

5) for the bad aim.

6) for I'm lonesome.

God is smiling down on us,

he shines his grace on everyone.

(p.s. - The greatest lovers

were murderers first.)

Plenty - (1985) Directed by Fred Schepisi

Starring Meryl Streep, Charles Dance, Tracey Ullman

John Gielgud, Sting, Ian McKellen, Sam Neill

Deftones - Feiticeira

Buckled!

I'm drunk

But I'm on my knees

The police stopped chasing

I'm her...new...cool...meat

She pops the trunk

And she removes me

The machines take pictures of us

And my jaw and my teeth hurt

I'm choking from gnawing on the ball...

And just before I come to

Move to the back of the car

She made me touch the machine

New Murderer...

Fuck!

First untie me

Untie me for now

You said you would right

And you were right

The Fortune Cookie - (1966) Directed by Billy Wilder

Starring Jack Lemmon, Walter Matthau, Ron Rich

The White Stripes - The Nurse

The Nurse should not be the one who puts salt in your wounds

But its always with trust that the poison is fed with a spoon

When you're helpless with no one to turn to alone in your room

You would swear that the one who would care for you never would leave

She promised and said, "you will always be safe here with me"

But promises open the door to be broken to me

Fish Out of Water

I had a dream last night

a fish on land

gasping for breath

just laughed

and sang this song

is life like this for everyone?

is life like this for everyone?

Gill Expansion

I love these lyrics. They are by an artist who's songs are instantly residence of my heart and mind. Lhasa de Sela, who I have blogged about a number of times already, is like if my brain were to separate from my body and sing to me riddles that may one day lead to a reunion.

Forget that "fish" is a very common symbol for savior, forget that "water" similarly symbolizes origin or purity and truth, just think of yourself and your life, just think about how you breathe. Its no big deal to you because you are used to it. How painful it must be to a fish? What were the steps for that ancestor of ours that dared to venture further than the rest and emerge from that primordial beach. Surely Grandpa Zoa had to become amphibious before reptilian and later mammal. How painful was it, breathing air, to the amphibian pioneers? That is before they got used to it.

I immediately think about scent. Have you ever been on a train with a noxiously oppressive odor? Have you noticed that some commuters remain in that same train car, regardless of the green cloud above their heads. After a while, the olfactory senses become used to the otherwise repugnant stench. The way a serious cigarette smoker can't smell his/her clothes the way a non-smoker (like myself) can immediately become repulsed by it.

The lyrics bring to my mind, overstimulation and how an outsider may respond to what may appear absolutely normal and in fact, natural to others.

I love that the fish laughs, perhaps finding the situation ridiculous. "Only a masochist would live under these conditions," the fish might think to itself. If breathing in this song can be said to be the act of living itself, then you may do well to conclude the fish observes a pain that rolls synonymous to living. A somewhat prerequisite suffering taxed on us land breathing creatures. If this is the case then we don't seem to mind, in fact, some of us believe it natural. "Life's a bitch and then you die!"

I don't think Life is a bitch, Aesop Rock sums it quite nicely when he said, "Life's not a bitch/ life is a beautiful woman/ you're just mad cuz she won't let you get that pussy/ maybe she didn't feel ya shared any similar interests/ or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess..." Its all about circumstance, true-- but is pain truly part of life? Has someone lived more simply under the basis that they've experienced more pain and suffering than another? Or even experience itself, is Life defined by experience? If a person does, by comparison, very "little" in life, does that in some sense imply that that person has wasted a chance to truly live? By such criteria, only the thrill seekers are worth the lungs in their chests. But most thrill seekers are just bored and overstimulated, they constantly need to "raise the bar" to feel as if Life has any meaning. Nothing wrong with that. I myself am bored and in many aspects overstimulated. But is there anything wrong with being satisfied, truly satisfied and happy doing nothing.

What was I talking about? Whatever!

A Happy Death

I'm Going In

by Lhasa De Sela

from the album Lhasa,

released Apr. 2009

When my lifetime had just ended

and my death had just begun

I told you I'd never leave you

but I knew this day would come

Give me blood for my blood wedding

I am ready to be born

I feel new as if this body

were the first I'd ever worn

I need straw for the straw fire

I need hard earth for the plow

Don't ask me to reconsider

I am ready to go now

I'm going in, I'm going in

This is how it starts

I can see in so far

but afterwards we always forget

who we are

I'm going in, I'm going in

I can stand the pain

and the blinding heat

'cause I won't remember you

the next time we meet

You'll be making the arrangements

you'll be trying to set me free

Not a moment for the meeting

I'll be busy as a bee

You'll be talking to me

but I just won't understand

I'll be falling by the wayside

you'll be holding out your hand

Don't you tempt me with perfection

I have other things to do

I didn't burrow this far in

just to come right back to you

I'm going in, I'm going in

I have never been so ugly

I have never been so slow

These prison walls get closer now

the further in I go

I'm going in, I'm going in

I like to see you from a distance

and just barely believe

and think that

even lost and blind

I still invented love

I'm going in, I'm going in

I'm going in

Blood Simple

There's a vampire craze, when isn't there? It happens. I think every generation has a vampire craze. The media loves it, they go on as if its never happened before. So lets pretend that the above picture is in fact Gary Oldman in the role of a Television Set.

We Suck Young Blood (Your Time is up.)

by Radiohead

from the album Hail to the Thief

released June 9, 2003

Are you hungry?

Are you sick?

Are you begging for a break?

Are you sweet?

Are you fresh?

Are you strung up by the wrists?

We want the young blood.

Are you fracturing?

Are you torn at the seams?

Would you do anything?

Flea-bitten? Motheaten?

We suck young blood.

Won't let the creeping ivy

Won't let the nervous bury me

Our veins are thinned

Our rivers poisoned

We want the sweet meats.

We want the young blood.

We suck young blood.

We want the young blood.

Telekinetic Freedom

Collapse the Walls

by Mr. Lif

from the album I Heard it Today

released 21-April, 2009

One.

Where's the law the says if I make a buck you've gotta get a cut? / Get the fuck outta my pockets and my eye sockets / Bad programming with a smooth slow jam in the background / Thats how you got us all locked down / That sound that I hear / You telling us to fear / Like the motherfuckin' Earth will end this year / Yea, its the same old same old / Actual development is in slow mo / Work a steady day job then go home / You're free to roam anywhere within our zone / Hmmmm / Not really loving all the options? / Here's a little tax break / Now go shopping! / Am I the only one that feels hollow? / A sense of sorrow / From a predesigned Tomorrow? / This world only exists for monetary cause / We should use our mind power to collapse the walls!

(Edan rolls the beat)

Two.

When I use the term "The World" / I'm referring to the complex / Megaplex / That never lets you breathe / "Fly over it" / But it never lets you leave / "And you only know" / Everything it lets you see / O.D. on the norm / 'Til we all conform / Same attitude / Same shoes and ties are worn / Then swarm to the screen / 'Til the images seen / Make you forget to dream / Only living for the green and... / Maybe we should take it to the start again / Burn up all the money and then start bartering / Smarter than, this construct / Misconduct / Awestruck / At the fact that we're all fucked! / All ducks in a row / thriving off one mineral / Hurts on the low / So, I compose syllables / Visual / This empire's gonna fall / If we use our mind power to collapse the walls!

(Edan flips the beat)

Three.

Take a deep breath / As I give it my best / To flee the realms of stress / Look! Now I'm at the top of Everest / At the crest with my empress / I suggest, we reside in no particular address / Leave the world behind / See the true divine / Lack of limitation through creation / It can't be found within the borders of a nation / Patiently I ski on treetops and eavesdrop / As the leaves talk / If there's an earthquake / I'll let the beat drop / Knees knock in panic / So I cradle the planet / Take a thought and expand it / 'Til it becomes a mode of transit / And it takes me / Where my imagination finds elation / To define sensation / I had to cling to correlation / For a patient waiting in my foyer / I'm like Okoye / Run through / Hit 'em with that check one-two / Travel from the stage to the stone age without a pause / Cause I use my mind power to collapse the walls!

Farewell Atlantis

Here Comes The Flood

by Peter Gabriel

from the album Peter Gabriel (Car)

released 25-February, 1977

when the night shows

the signal glows on radios

all the strange things

they come and go, as early warnings

stranded starfish have no place to hide

still waiting for the swollen easter tide

there's no point in direction

we cannot even choose a side

i took the old track

the hollow shoulder, across the water

on the tall cliffs

they were getting older,

sons and daughters

the jaded underworld was riding high

waves of steel hurled metal at the sky

and as the nail sunk in the cloud

the rain was warm and soaked the crowd

lord, here comes the flood

we'll say goodbye to flesh and blood

if again the seas are silent in any still alive

it'll be those who gave their island

to survive

drink up dreamers, you're running dry

when the flood calls

you have no home, you have no walls

in the thunder clash

you're a thousand minds, within a flash

don't be afraid to cry at what you see

the actors gone, there's only you and me

and if we break before the dawn,

they'll use up what we used to be

lord, here comes the flood

we'll say goodbye to flesh and blood

if again the seas are silent in any still alive

it'll be those who gave the island

to survive

drink up dreamers, you're running dry

Tiger.

The Tender Trap - (1955) Directed by Charles Walters

Starring Frank Sinatra, Debbie Reynolds, David Wayne

and Celeste Holm

Here are some Sole lyrics:

1.

"Poor me, I dig myself holes, somebody marry me I'm getting old...I need a flamingo to put on my front lawn, I need a front lawn..."

2.

"She pulls each string attached to vital organs with a crippling chuckle. He shrieks until its no longer worth mentioning. There's a blizzard outside the dollhouse that permits man from certain rituals. Inside its not much different, the hammer smacks his knees and he's forced to prey to the demon's insecurities. On a pathological, uni-dimensional system of devilish symbols. Which means it doesn't get more disgusting then a moaning desperate soul screaming, 'please don't go until the life is gone!' I know the lights are on I used to light cigarettes with 'em. Make a sacrifice humans are vices too, comfort is a lesser civilized form of conformity. Lets dance on pincushions birth control pills shall be your prison cell. All it wants is an engagement ring circle of fire mother devilish ceremony. She's wearing a black cloak to the wedding, and he's wearing a glue on tie to match the body cast. And every member of the family is lonely and happy, and doesn't have anything to complain about, but never shuts the fuck up 'til he's bathing in a puddle of urine; the cast beautifully fitting. 'Get well soon,' I wrote on the chest in the same shades we use to paint walls with 'til modern technology made the arms obsolete. I imagine she's standing on a toadstool built from the same family tree of broken branches. But the lovely leaves keep them from falling below. The fruits grew up rotten spoiled and spawning parasitic tendencies. My friend, I fear the juices might kill you, but I can't help you. My make pretend crew, runs thicker than fake blood in horror movies.

Man and Woman is killing babies. Man and Woman still beat each other. Man and Woman can barely rarely speak. Man and Woman is all we have and can't love."

Marquis De Sade's Lover's Rock

Hang You Up From the Heavens
by The Dead Weather
from the album Horehound
released 14-July, 2009

I never know how to treat you

You say I love you but it ain't true

I'm walking away now

One step forward and back two

I like to grab you by the hair

And hang you up from the heavens

I don't know how to let you go

Or if I should keep you

I don't know how to let you know

I really don't got a reason

I like to grab you by the hair

And drag you to the devil

I never know why I push you

Trash you just to confuse you

I make a hole just to see how

See through clean I can cut you

I like to grab you by the hair

and hang you up from the heavens

I like to grab you by the hair

And sell you off to the devil

I never know what mood you be

Be mine, be kind, but be cruel to me

I'm walking away now

One step forward and back three

I never know what I'm gonna do

I say I'm leaving but it ain't true

I got a lot I could do to you

Nothing you can do to stop it

I like to grab you by the hair

I like to grab you by the hair

I like to grab you by the hair

And hang you up from the heavens

Amnesiac Werewolf

Red Moon
by The Walkmen
from the album You & Me
released August 19, 2008

The red moon is rising behind you
The ocean is pounding away
I held up a light to the smoke but
The wind blows
Blows it away

And the night is cold
And the clouds go by
Tomorrow morning
I hope to be home
By your side

The riptide is pulling me under
I’m drifting, drifting away
Tomorrow the sun will be brighter
The water will rise and wash us away

But the stars are cold
And the air is bright
And I see you now
You shine like the steel on my knife
The darkness is wrapped all around me tonight

I miss you
I miss you there’s no one else
I do
I do

To My Murderer, The Queen

She's My Rushmore
by Every Time I Die
from the album Hot Damn!
released July 2003

Cut your break lines, brake your headlights
and waited for you at the stop sign.
Disconnected iron lungs, insurance fires,
our smothered young.
Always the first one on the scene.
A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Thank you lord:
1) for this oil slick.
2) for her car wreck.
3) for I'm lovesick.

Heaven sent us a hero,
but Hell tried to his resolve.
And when you thought we were done for.
I pulled through.
While you rested your eyes in the driver seat,
I sat and watched you.
Always the first one on the scene.
A pyromantic midsummer nights dream.

Trust me.
We'll wait for it,
pray for it,
step on the brakes till we're over it,
under it, screaming like bombs for it.
Oh dear me, I've done it again.

Thank you lord:
4) for the loaded gun.
5) for the bad aim.
6) for I'm lonesome.

God is smiling down on us,
he shines his grace on everyone.

(p.s. - The greatest lovers were murderers first.)

Stars That Echo

Stars Are Stars
by Echo and the Bunnymen
from the album Crocodiles,
released July-Dece. 1980

The sky seems full
When you're in the cradle
The rain will fall
And wash your dreams


Stars are stars
And they shine so hard


Now you spit out the sky
Because it's empty and hollow
All your dreams
Are hanging out to dry


Stars are stars
And they shine so cold


I saw you climb
Shadows on the trees
We lost some time
After things that never matter
I caught that falling star
It cut my hands to pieces


Where did I put that box
That had my name in it
I saw you climb
Shadows on the trees
We lost some time
After things that never matter


Cards are played
And the clock's real heavy
Say you're numb
Make another day


You came here late
You've gone home early
Who'll remember now
You've gone away
Gone away
Gone away

The Prime of Miss Stern

Prime by Marnie Stern
(from the album "This Is It and I Am It
and You Are It and So Is That and He Is
It and She Is It and It Is It and That
Is That" Released Octo-7, 2008)

I made a start
Looked back just once.
Rebels of the frontier,
I can make it make sense.
Defenders of the real,
All I can see are dolphins.
I feel close to them
And no one else.
Road to nowhere,
Point of no return,
Stream of consciousness
He was just one.
Like a prime number,
He was devoid of plus.
He looked up waited, so frustrated.
I am vanishing into the trees
Defenders get onto your knees
Defenders get onto your knees