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Sweet Pea

Sweet pea, apple of my eye, I don't know when & I don't know why/ you're the only reason, I keep on coming home// Sweet pea what's all of this about, don't get your way all you do is fuss & pout/ you're the only reason, I keep on coming home// I'm like the Rock of Gibraltar, I always seem to falter & the words just get in the way/ Oh I know I'm gonna crumble, I tryin to stay humble but I never think before I say// Sweet pea, keeper of my soul, I know sometimes I am out of control/ you're the only reason, I keep on coming/ You're the only reason I keep on coming/ You're the only reason, I keep on coming home.

-Amos Lee

The Secret of Eternal Youth/ Happy little guy

To call God my Father and to know myself his child, that is Heaven to me

-St. Therese of Lisieux

Dig

The lyrical value of this song, coupled with its presentation are beyond this videos expression. One of the best songs I've heard this year (whole album is pretty good) - Dawes/ North Hills.

This

I dreamed a dream

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

-Bill Watterson

How I Get To Work

I'm pretty sure I just lost my mind

Ray LaMontagne's new album has gone to the dogs. The Massachusetts-based singer-songwriter has dubbed his studio band The Pariah Dogs and is preparing the release of his fourth full-length, "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise," out on Aug. 17 via RCA.

According to a release from RCA, this marks the first set ever that the performer produced entirely on his own, recorded over two weeks out of his home studio in western Mass.

The Pariah Dogs impressively boasts of drummer Jay Bellerose (Alison Krauss and Robert Plant, Joe Henry), bassist Jennifer Condos (Bruce Springsteen, Ryan Adams), keyboardist Patrick Warren (Fiona Apple, Red Hot Chili Peppers), guitarist Eric Heywood (Son Volt, The Pretenders) and pedal steel guitarist Greg Leisz (Wilco, Beck). There's been plenty of overlap in that particular crew, especially with backing acts like Sam Phillips and Sheryl Crow, and worlds of alt-country sets between them.

LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs will hit the road in August with David Gray as support; highlights of that stint include a stop off at Red Rocks in Colorado and a pair of dates at The Greek in L.A.

LaMontagne, 36, has made it a habit releasing an album every other year since 2004's "Trouble"; his last, 2008's "Gossip in the Grain," provided him with his best charting position, arriving at No. 3 on The Billboard 200.

Here is the tracklist to Ray LaMontagne & The Pariah Dogs' "God Willin' & The Creek Don't Rise":

1. Repo Man
2. New York City's Killing Me
3. God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise
4. Beg Steal Or Borrow
5. Are We Really Through
6. This Love Is Over
7. Old Before Your Time
8. For The Summer
9. Like Rock & Roll and Radio
10. The Devil's In The Jukebox

-Source

Conduction and Gasoline

There is an electric fire in human nature tending to purify -- so that among these human creatures there is continually some birth of new heroism.

- John Keats

"Hush now baby, baby don't you cry" - Floyd

Today is my mom's birthday. She has been pimping a long time. Here she must have had a five year old son. This is in India. She has moved to many countries with a little boy and kept him raised with good values even though her life may have been filled with abandonment and loss along the way. She made him feel loved, and further, loved him actively; fed him, raised him, laughed with him, defended him, gave him little massages as an infant, fought for him and protected him (sometimes even too much!). She is humble and filled with pride, confused and madly wise, fashionable and unconcerned, loyal and loving and funny. Ma has seen many changes in me, long hair, short hair, fat, skinny - built like He-Man (even if I was just pretending) - and since she had me when she was 18 years old, I have been conscious enough to see her change and evolve.

The way her hair has changed, I love her hair; the way her smile changed, how she looked pudgy, how she looks skinny, how her workouts evolved from "Joggers Park" in India to the Gazelle her neighbor can hear her on (a gift for some occasion). The song Mother from Pink Floyd means more since I have one, as I do have friends that do not have a mother. The idea of how Christ might have thought of Mary is more alive because I have a reference point in my mother. The times she's forgiven me for getting angry from angstyness. The way I hate her apologizing for anything. Her hate of any public forum (she'll probably ask me to remove this). Her droning whine when I do something that reminds her of me as an infant (something I love more than hate). She is the greatest teller of my tale, and one day, when I might have her grandchildren, I'll be that for her. She has always had the biggest piece of my heart, as without her heart beating blood into mine as an embryo, mine would never have been able to grow.

Listen here Mother

I love ya!

Blessed is he who has reached the point of no return and knows it, for he shall enjoy living.

-WC Bennet

Even God Wants One

Thumb-prints

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

-Pablo Neruda [Love]

-Art credit, Derek Hess

I Love Astronomy

Redemption

Forgive the evil I done, I been a broken knife to a bleeding woman/ And hear my confession, I been choking the Ghost of the Holy Son. And I don't want redemption, for this wickedness brought my ascension...and I don't know what more I could mention// I, I'm filled with shame, I took revenge just to kill my pain. And I will reject your love again - for my twisted, putrid passion// Left the ranch and I walked into town/ open eyes they crowd around/ a broken man and a knife on the ground, my shoes track blood without a sound and it's jail for murder and the trial's set/ police find her body all ripped and wet/ him lyin' there all bloody and bare, how do I plead? I say I don't care - cause I do not want redemption, for this wickedness brought my ascension// You see my child? Cause he's orphaned now, sulfur tears flood my drought/ jury speaks I'm convicted quick, judge says death to a crowd lickin' their lips// Cause I do not want redemption, for this wickedness brought my ascension// And life, life's finished and begun with a broken knife and a bleeding woman.

Listen to a final master of Redemption; click on any of these words

Maj chongqu' tI nguv bey'vetlh!

Let my love of Trek be noted...again.

(title is a Klingon phrase)

Hikakin

I am running across these marriages of all these things I love. Like Zach Gilifinakis and Jon Hamm shown below and now this - behold talent

Rumi

This we have now

is not imagination.

This is not

grief or joy.

Not a judging state,

or an elation,

or sadness.

Those come and go.

This is the presence that doesn't

-Rumi [This We Have Now]

My foolishness was right to trick me

Now I do not just respond, but speak.

I'm glad I didn't survive.

I think I don't know what to do with this much awesome

Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis: Jon Hamm from Between Two Ferns

Burning Man

If you live in Ohio, you know two things - 1) it's not frequently very exciting (lest one be an excited individual) - and 2) there's a 62 foot touchdown Jesus statue on Interstate 75.

no kidding

I drove by this statue a lot when I worked in Cinci and it came to become my friend on these drives. Plus it's Jesus (Jesus is a friend of mine) and he looks like he just wants out of that pond. I remember the statues steel rods sticking out where the hands weren't placed yet; seeing it every time I went to see an old friend and her family; on the way to the outlet malls, to movies at the awesome Cinema out there, the IKEA, picking up drunk friends, watching Ray Lamontagne, whatever.

Eventually, after a year or so, every time I drove by my buddy Christ trapped in a pond outside the non-denominational mega-church that spent the 500K on it's erection - I would yell things like "Get me out of here!" or "Why Lord!" or "What am I doing here!" amongst probably a hundred or so other proclamations of shock and frustration the Touchdown Jesus could be yelling out to his Father with his hands up in the "Serenity Now" position.

Frank: Doctor gave me a relaxation cassette. When my blood pressure gets too high, the man on the tape tells me to say, 'Serenity now!'

George: Are you supposed to yell it?

Frank: The man on the tape wasn't specific.

It seems yesterday, during a storm, Christ finally had enough and wanted out of the pond. So as any good Deity would do, he struck himself with lightning - on his right hand - and was swallowed whole in a fiery plume. With great love I say good-bye to a weak rendition of Jesus; however sadly, the Mega-Church is planning on rebuilding another such monstrosity in it's place. All I'm saying is that if they take more than three days, I'm not believing it.

Good-bye, Burning Man

(check out the links in blue)

Like I always do

It was supposed to be a love song, but ended up being something I wrote literally 10 minutes before we unexpectedly split for the first time. As the next two months dragged us through the mud, this song was never able to be given as was intended, since the way it was intended to be received had been wholly changed. Luckily, I generally write songs intending universality and retain their inspiration esoterically.

This song, along with my whole new album, now serve as the wind of old Ghosts fluting their way through the canals of this record in time; singing to me as sirens sing to seafarers; always seducing me to shipwreck my spirit on jagged memory or learn to ride the waves.

I did not listen to this song for about six, almost seven months, and I've forgotten entirely how to play it though I will quickly learn; however, a newly mastered album deserves a whole listen, and I've fallen back in love with this song all over again.

Within two months, should you wish, you will be able to own the emotion this song conveys, along with eight other songs from a record of time which was once called, "My Mind in Sound" and evolved to now, more appropriately, be titled as, "Last Year's Ghosts".

Listen to the brittle raspiness of one of last year's Ghosts singing like only ghosts can at the blue link embedded in the following song's title atop it's lyrics.

I hope you enjoy this song even half as much as I do, thank you for staying in touch on here - and now....

Back to You

Take that gun from off your lips & ask me to dance/ use the spiders in your veins, crawl up & take a chance/ oh I know the old clock is ticking at our graves but I swear if you just hold me I'll keep you safe// and what will I do when death comes to take me from you? I'll run like I always do right back to you// Take that fire in your mind to keep us warm/ use the poison in your smile, you know it's such a charm/ and I know all your fears but I swear if you reach out I'll be right here// and what will I do when death comes to take me from you? I'll run like I always do right back to you - and lady of mine, where's that fear been leading you? Here's all I am, go on & take it all with you// Take that valley in your frown that holds my whole world, fill it with an ocean & I'll fill it with pearls/ and I know it feels like the sun won't rise again but I swear if you just kiss me this will all end/ lady of mine where's that fear been leading you? Here's all I am, go on & take it all with you// and what will I do when death comes to take me from you? I'll run like I always do right back to you/ Like I always do, right back to you/ like I always do, back to you

-Karan Singh & The Freshwater

On Marriage

Well, at least the wedding ring is taken care of.

All I really wanna do

you told me sun was shinin you told me sky was blue how was i to know you're lying i never should have put my trust in you cause you lead me on and i really wanna do is follow you yes you lead me on and i really wanna do is follow you yes you know its true Nothin to say to no one nothin to say to you go on your way with someone go on your way with someone new cause you lead me on and i really wanna do is follow you yes you know its true baby you lead me on and i really wanna do is follow you and so i do

listen to this song here

Get it?

There Will Be Blood

Fantastic.

Isaiah 11:6

I'm often in Heaven.

Consciousness observing consciousness.

This business is well ended.

My liege, and madam, to expostulate

What majesty should be, what duty is,

Why day is day, night night, and time is time.

Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time.

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit

And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,

I will be brief. Your noble son is mad.

Mad call I it; for, to define true madness,

What is't but to be nothing else but mad?

But let that go.

-Shakespeare [Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2]