IFN: Resetting my public image
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
new!
I just signed up and became a member today. Jeannette turned me onto it. I have this site: www.nakedpeopleshouldnotsaydude.com this is my most recent post on my webpage, but there are many others posted. i update tri-weekly (sunday, wednesday, friday.) ive been looking through this blog and there is alot of interesting stuff!
human sexual response
i wanna be like jackie onassis, i wanna wear big sunglasses, oh yeah.
not my favorite song, but one of those annyoning ones you can't get out of your head.
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Suffragette
Just a week or so ago, I donated all my hair to Locks of Love and chopped it into a little bob. I love the 20s, which is why I'm so obsessed with my hair. So obsessed, in fact, that I just drew its portrait. August 18, 1920, is the date that women finally got the right to vote, and this is a little tribute to all the women that made that possible. Does it bother anyone else that they fought so hard for a right that most people consider to be an incovenience?
Blogged here.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
I made this little drawing (little because
it´s tiny in the original size) in the train on my
way back from the vacation in Bergen, Netherlands, back
to Hamburg, Germany. I missed the last weeks IFN
because of that, but as I see now I contributed to
this site without knowing it by resetting
my public image.
"Only a steel man can be a lover
If he had hands to tremble all over
We celebrate our sense of each other
We have a lot to give one another."
(Sufjan Stevens)
This is the kind of music that cures cancer.
My Name is Legion
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Please try to ignore the blobby white out and the badly centered scanning (this is the third scan attempt) I am having one of those days...I will try to re-draw this if I get time because several things about it are annoying me.
Please try to ignore the blobby white out and the badly centered scanning (this is the third scan attempt) I am having one of those days...I will try to re-draw this if I get time because several things about it are annoying me.
pop song
secretly by skunk anansie from post orgasmic chill album
full lyrics here: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/skunkanansie/secretly.html
Friday, July 27, 2007
yet another pop song/poem
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
sugarcult - memory
This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings disappear.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Buffalo Gals Go Round The Outside
I remember Malcolm McLaren's song "Buffalo Gals" back in '82 when it first came out. Now I'm getting some serious nostalgia and wishing I had never thrown out my Bow Wow Wow t shirt...
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untitled and unsung
inspired by prozacville and a song i wrote a long time ago.
youll label me,
a misanthrope,
youll label me depressed.
with nineteen years,
of damage done,
youll fix with pills i guess.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
A Thousand Kisses Deep
Well, I was going to post Handel's Water Music, but it has no lyrics. So I offer this one by Leonard Cohen. http://www.sendmefile.com/00559610
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everytime I see your picture ...
Time for some real fromage ... swimming during my lunch hour I heard this old Luba song ... Everytime I See Your Picture (I Cry) ... padding away from the hot tub, dripping and half-blind ... it was awesome. Anyway, that's it from me for a bit, I'm hollowed out, off for a necessary holiday ... lake, burgers, niece, naps, Scrabble, etcetera.IFN: pop song
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
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We'll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
"won't get fooled again" the Who
Invisible Ink
"And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it fromI suppose I should be happy to be misread-
Better be that than some of the other things I have become"
Invisible Ink -Aimee Mann
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The Waiter
It might not be a pop song but I like it.
The Waiter by David Baerwald
Good Evening sir and madam
I would like to introduce myself
I’ll be your waiter and your friend for the evening
My only purpose is to serve
And if I might observe
Madam is looking quite spectacular this evening
And if I might suggest
The trout is very very fresh
And the chef has taken pains with the sauces
And the pastries are divine
And we have a special wine
Brought directly back from Paris by our bosses
Am I alone in this?
Am I alone?
Am I alone in this?
Am I alone?
I am your waiter
I am ordinary
And the wildest in the world
I am your waiter
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Blueberry Boat
"Blueberry Boat" by The Fiery Furnaces. The background information:
Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10,
Dixie cup pink-wine in the Labor Day sunshine.
So I’m sliding the Sunfish up through the wakes,
Coming on it too quick, making mistakes.
Quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front,
While they’re all yawning, under the awning.
Astro Turf-green hot to the touch,
Sneak open the cooler, they’ve got too much.
Past Taipei, through the Taiwan Straits,
We sailed on in, me and my mates.
It was my first time, running my own ship,
But my buddies didn’t care they didn’t give me no lip.
So many times we’ve been side by side,
But I never carried a load with so much pride.
You see I’m from Grand Rapids and up my way,
We grow the best blueberries in the U.S. of A.
And when we put into old H.K.,
The little markets’ll have something special next day.
And then at dawn I had a Scotch, and made them switch off the porn,
‘Cause there’s nothing that’s dirty about the ocean in the morn’.
The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.
Down below deck sip the south island sec,
Think when last put in port, I was sorting the sort.
And then a girl caught my eye, as she was waving goodbye.
“Tell me my dear”, I said warm and sincere, “who do you know on the ship?” And then she curled up her lip.
"I don’t know no one there yet, but just wait see what you get."
Pop the top and drink your drop we’ll never go home.
Curse and cry and why oh why we’ll never go home.
We’ll never go home. We’ll never go home.
The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.
denouement:
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Pontoon put-put with the tape on 10,
Dixie cup pink-wine in the Labor Day sunshine.
So I’m sliding the Sunfish up through the wakes,
Coming on it too quick, making mistakes.
Quiet climb the chrome ladder in the front,
While they’re all yawning, under the awning.
Astro Turf-green hot to the touch,
Sneak open the cooler, they’ve got too much.
Past Taipei, through the Taiwan Straits,
We sailed on in, me and my mates.
It was my first time, running my own ship,
But my buddies didn’t care they didn’t give me no lip.
So many times we’ve been side by side,
But I never carried a load with so much pride.
You see I’m from Grand Rapids and up my way,
We grow the best blueberries in the U.S. of A.
And when we put into old H.K.,
The little markets’ll have something special next day.
And then at dawn I had a Scotch, and made them switch off the porn,
‘Cause there’s nothing that’s dirty about the ocean in the morn’.
The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.
Down below deck sip the south island sec,
Think when last put in port, I was sorting the sort.
And then a girl caught my eye, as she was waving goodbye.
“Tell me my dear”, I said warm and sincere, “who do you know on the ship?” And then she curled up her lip.
"I don’t know no one there yet, but just wait see what you get."
Pop the top and drink your drop we’ll never go home.
Curse and cry and why oh why we’ll never go home.
We’ll never go home. We’ll never go home.
The radar said nothing and nothing crossed my mind,
When they came starboard side, up from behind.
denouement:
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Last Boat Leaving
Not sure if you would call this particular song a "pop song" : but this is how it is:
Last Boat Leaving by Elvis Costello (from his album Spike)
posted by benconservato
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pop song
ive been crying off and on while doing this one, im not sure exactly for sure why though i have my suspicions.
anyway there are certain songs that i wish i had written, songs that i hear and can relate to a moment, and often its to distance myself from that moment. other peoples poetry, other peoples words.
and still my very personal experience.
there was this one night where im standing on her porch and shes effing beautiful. and she leans in, were both nervous and uncertain as to where this may or may not be going.
and her lips touched mine and i felt so alive.
sometimes i wonder is every moment since has been spent trying to kill myself.
dashboard confessional hands down
(she actually made a point of introducing this song to me, ironic huh?)
anyway there are certain songs that i wish i had written, songs that i hear and can relate to a moment, and often its to distance myself from that moment. other peoples poetry, other peoples words.
and still my very personal experience.
there was this one night where im standing on her porch and shes effing beautiful. and she leans in, were both nervous and uncertain as to where this may or may not be going.
and her lips touched mine and i felt so alive.
sometimes i wonder is every moment since has been spent trying to kill myself.
dashboard confessional hands down
(she actually made a point of introducing this song to me, ironic huh?)
Like, way more real than real
The world inside the glassThat struggles to conceal
The wreckage on the overpass
I Can't Get My Head Around It - Aimee Mann
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Monday, July 23, 2007
jvs |||| tonto
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"Tonto" d'Antonia Font (Mallorca). sobre un text de Julio Cortázar.
Lyrics: http://blog.monsegur.net/archives/121-Tonto-Antonia-Font.html
Ester's First Communion
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by Dory Previn and dedicated to Jeannette. Not available as a download but the lyrics are here
and you can listen here.
by Dory Previn and dedicated to Jeannette. Not available as a download but the lyrics are here
and you can listen here.
just wanted to say
that ive started a new blog called coffee wage-slave
since ive received so much encouragement from all of you here i thought id post off topic to let you guys know.
if it turns out to be a problem ill delete the post tomorrow.
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