what music are you TTing with?

“
As a baby in my mother's arms
She would croon and I'd see pink
And when she'd bathe me in the sink
The radio would play red or green or lavender
When the Beatles sing it's a yellow thing
Yeah, the Stones are always purple
Every melody that I hear
Fills my mind with colors bright and beautiful

Synaesthesia!
If everyone could see the things that I hear
Synaesthesia!
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear

With my new CD I'm in ecstasy
I can see beyond the rainbow
Heavy metal is ultraviolet
It's unhealthy but I love that copper tone glow

Synaesthesia!
If everyone could see the things that I hear
Synaesthesia!
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear

But when I leave my home, it's a dangerous thing
Cause people will whistle, and people will sing
I can't see straight in the shopping mall
Cause music's playin' wall to wall
And the boom-boom cars make me see stars
I never, never, never, never go to bars
The jukebox makes the girls turn green
Nobody knows the things I've seen
(nobody knows the things he's seen)

After a long hard day, I need to see some grey
Or at least some muted earth tones
A new-age dulcet dulcimer
Some whales, a bamboo flute, a rainforest — But please, no saxophones

Synaesthesia!
If everyone could see the things that I hear
Synaesthesia!
A giant box of Crayolas in my ear — stuck in my ear

ooooh, stuck in my ear....






“Synaesthesia”
Gunnar Madsen, Richard Greene and Joe Finetti
Shut Up and Sing! (1993)
The Bobs





Synaesthesia entry at Wiki





The key of D is daffodil yellow, B major is maroon, and B flat is blue.

    – Marian McPartland
      New York Notes: A Journal Of Jazz In The Seventies (1977)
      Wm. Balliett

”

“The Dog Breath Variations”

“Jack -- relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
Its a parallax -- you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. its a rig.
Its action -- reaction --
Random interaction.
So who's afraid?
Of a little abstraction?
Cant get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy --
A facts a fact,
From Nome to Rome, boy.
Whats the deal? spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot -- take a shot.
Play your cards. show us what you got --
What youre holding.
If the cards are cold,
Dont go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. That's cold.
Stop throwing stones --
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!”

“Madonna with the scary arms...”

“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FRtkek-Et4

I must say this the very best video with dancing chickens I have ever seen.

I love Primus. They were before their time.”

“Stop

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimming

I was swimming in the Caribbean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except for little fish
When they told me east is west trying to talk to me, coy koi

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimming

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimming

With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Black Francis
(p) 1988”

“Clutch- Electric Worry

Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang!
Vamonos, vamonos

Fukc yeah!”

“
The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung

I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me

One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees that kisses on the run

I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me

You can't stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you won't go away
But I know what it always has been....
It always has been....

A transparent dream beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time I just let it go by
Now I wish it hadn't begun

I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me

Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I've been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone

I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me

Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star
Was it just something that I made up for fun

I saw you
I saw you
I saw you
Comin' back to me





"Comin' Back To Me"
 Martyn J. Buchwald (Marty Balin)
 Surrealistic Pillow (1967)
 Jefferson Airplane

”

“



I like the night life, baby

”

“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F39Or1gRAGc


Deadmau5's music is rocking my socks!!!”

“Nothing at the moment...

iTunes has totally F&%$ed up my ipod and NONE of my music will download! GRRRRRRR!”

“
Eric Whitacre
Animal Crackers Volume 1 (Poems by Ogden Nash)


The Panther

The panther is like a leopard,
Except it hasn't been peppered.
Should you behold a panther crouch,
Prepare to say Ouch.
Better yet, if called by a panther,
Don't anther.


The Cow

The cow is of bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the other is milk.


The Firefly

The firefly's flame Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier.

”

“The Offspring, Hammerhead


I am the one
Camouflage and guns
Risk my life
To keep my people from harm

Authority
Vested in me
I sacrifice
With my brothers in arms

Through this doorway
what's on the other side
Never knowing
Exactly what I'll find
Locked and loaded
Voices screaming
Let's go!
Come on do it!!!
Here we go

Take a life
That others may live
Oh that's just the way it goes
Shut my eyes
It hammers in my head
Where it'll ends nobody knows

Take a life
That ten others may live
Oh that's just the way it goes
It's playing over and over in my head
Where it'll ends
Nobody knows

Stay the course
Reasonable force
I believe I serve a greater good

Smoke and dust
Enemies are crushed
Nothing left
Where a man once stood

Through this doorway
what's on the other side
Never knowing
Exactly what I'll find
Locked and loaded
Voices screaming
Let's go!
But I'm just doing what I'm told

Take a life
That others may live
Oh that's just the way it goes
Shut my eyes
It hammers in my head
Where it'll ends
Nobody knows

Take a life
That ten others may live
Oh that's just the way it goes
It's playing over and over in my head
Where it begins
And where it'll ends
Nobody knows

Bang band it hammers in my head
Bang band it hammers in my head
Bang band it hammers in my head
In my head
In my head

Yeah though I walk throught the valley
of shadows and death, I will fear no evil:
For Thou art with me
Locked and loaded
Gonna find my truth
Now I'm busting through
And hell breaks loose

And you can all hide behind your desks now
And you can cry "teacher come help me"
Through you all
My aim is true”

“Goose bumps, dude.”

“Flash, by Queen

Flash a-ah
Savior of the Universe
Flash
He save everyone of us
Flash
He's a miracle
Flash
King of the impossible

He's for everyone of us
Stand for everyone of us
He save with a mighty hand
Every man every woman
Every chill-he's a mighty
Flash

Just a man
With a man's courage
Nothing but a man
But he can never fail
No-one but the pure at heart
May find the Golden Grail

....the bummer about the lyrics is that they dont include all the cool audio clips from the movie”

“What I love about Queen and some other groups is the fact that after Freddy came out of the closet their lyrics take on a whole new meaning. Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy was never the same after that. Same for Accept's London Leather Boys and Judas Priest's Living After Midnight. LOL!”

“I'm your turbo lover.........”

“Haha! Don't let that get around Birch.”

“
HOT ROD LINCOLN
(Charlie Ryan)

My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And four-eleven gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!"
The lines on the road just look like dots

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, Man! What a ride!
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"







Lost In The Ozone (1971)
Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen

”

“Rooney.....Paralyzed”

“Big Bottom, big bottom,.....talk about mud flaps my girl's got'em. Spinal Tap!! Whoo Hoo!!”

“Evanescence ....Amy Lee is an awesome singer,song writer and she is HOT!”

“hey, we need a music player to take to the beach”

“I AM a music player!!”

“Playing the skin flute is only music to you and your lover”

“
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you

Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you're lookin' to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same

Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outa you





"Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues"
 Highway 61 Revisited (1965)
 Bob Dylan

”

“i love amy lee's singing, but the band bores me”

“
"She Got The Gold Mine (I Got The Gesellschaft)"

”

“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGDzY2jDqSM

Lithium with Sock Puppets”

“wtf is ITP? insane toe posse?

and what led you to this video?

doing a search on lithium or sock puppets? i dont know what would disturb me more”

“Only the cool people know where the cool videos are.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vzUh_55x2M&feature=related”

“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdRd3k4CIAg

SOAD
last edited: 9/07/09 8:09:24 PM”

“Patsy Cline, Seals and Croft... mellow is the watchword today.”

“http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50dzxkJa1NE

I love Patsy Cline.
Some have compared Neko Case to Patsy Cline.”

“Neko Case is fantastic - one of my favorites”

“
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number...

...Then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants

...About the stortage of grain in Hertfordshire
Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but...

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who's always umpteen (...)

Your father's giving it diddly-i-dee district was leaving...
Intended to die (...) Ottoman...

(...)...Long gone through...(...)

I've got to say irritably and...

(...) Floors, hard enough to put on (...) Per day's md in our district

There was not really enough light to get down,
And ultimately (...) Slumped down

Suddenly...
They may stop the funding...
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die (...)

Great colours for the season


Number nine, number nine


Who's to know?
Who was to know?

Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine

I sustained nothing worse than (...)

Also, for example
Whatever you're doing
A business deal falls through
I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives...
People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride

Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine

Ri-i-i-i-ide
Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ide

Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine

(...) I've missed all of that
It makes me a few day's late
Compared with, like, wow!
And wierd stuff like that...

(...) Taking our sides sometimes

(...) Floral bark
Rouge doctors have brought this specimen
I have nobody's short-cuts, aha...

Nine, number nine

(...) With the situation
They are standing still
The plan, the telegram...

(Hubbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbbba, hubbbbba, hubbbbba
Number nine, number Hubbba)

A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function...
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high,
And his eyes were low...


Alright!


It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing know if it was tinted,
But you know it isn't
To me it is...

Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon
to price it (...) Yellow underclothes

So, any road, we went to see a dentist instead
That gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all
So I said I'd marry, join the #&%!$ing navy and went to sea

Block that kick, block that kick

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair
I'm not in the mood for whirling
How?
Dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Bird's for birding, and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whemming
...Only to find the night-watchman

Unaware of his presence in the building

Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine
Industry allows financial imbalance
Thrusting it bewteen his shoulder blades

The watusi, the twist

Eldorado
Take this, brother, may it serve you well
Maybe it's nothing
What, what oh...
Maybe, even then, impervious in London
...Could be difficult thing...
It's quick like rush for peace because it's so much
Like being naked

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright

If, you've become naked

Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that kick
Block that kick, block that kick, block that kick, block that nixon






“Revolution 9”
The Beatles (“the White Album”) (1968)

”

“Arthur Sullivan
Overture to "The Gondoliers"”

“HPM's mom gave Laurel a violin. She's started practicing with it, and just now she hit a note that sent all of the cats running for cover upstairs. I'm at the far end of the house from her and it made me cringe.”

“It's amazing how small they can make them. You could start the kids off at 2 years old if you wanted to.

I swear I once saw one you'd mistake for a Christmas tree ornament.”

“Mystery and wonder did light up the valley
To be beat back by dark clouds and a harsh reeking wind
And that battle staggered through 3 awful months there
To stop for a minute
Just to start up again
Your hands like birds in the trees
If the trees themselves were all on fire
Your hips on mine make a choir
Singing "baruch atta adonaï"
And the river never made it to the lake
So the lake surrendered to the mountain
And the mountain's heart did #&%!$ing break
At the sight of your nervous hands...
And oh my love
So gently breathing
So my heart does softly swell
So her & me did greet the evening
With much red wine and giddy yells
In these times of wandering soldiers
Building towers on ruined land
I hold my love to my belly
And feel her breath fall across my hands...
I have grown tired of the struggle
And i've grown tired of making plans
It think i'll quit to the valley
Regain my strength
And start again
Where once we were some clumsy army
Now we are just lazy hens
I think i'll quit to the valley
Until the light moves me again...
So, let's link arms sisters and brothers
And let's promise not to retreat
There is glory in our failure
So let's march to the rhythm of fatigue
To live our lives without leaders
To live in joy without fear
Let's walk together to the valley
And let the light redeem our hearts...

-- A Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra”

“Reeking winds are a mother. When my older brother would break wind, it would really reek.”

“after a few days of camp food and fireside whiskey, the group starts creating entire reeking weather systems. Cacti wilt, toads go extinct, rivers dry up, bighorn sheep fling themselves from the cliffs to end the suffering...”

“Like Tom Petty and the Wind Breakers?”

“Perhaps that is why there are no big horn sheep in West Virginia.”

“Piotr Iljitsch Tchaikowsky
The Nutcracker Suite Op.71a”

“
Great stuff there, Bonecrusher.






PANCHO AND LEFTY
(Townes Van Zandt)

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That's the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain't nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's livin' in a cheap hotel
The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he's growing old

A few grey federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose






The Late, Great Townes Van Zandt (1972)

”