Left, right, left.

Every time I put my music playlist on shuffle mode, this song always manages to squeeze itself in between a long set of calm, acoustic tunes. I suppose it fittingly lives up to its title, “Hell Broke Luce” and yes, Tom Waits' voice scares me every time it comes on. The video, awesomely directed by illustrator, Matt Mahurin, is this crazy-intense badass version of Disney/Pixar’s Up. My two-word review: Holy shit.

Oh, what I would give to just tap into Bob Dylan’s psyche. Yeah, yeah. I know it’s there in the music…but damn, I just want to know where all those words came from. Hmm.





When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Genius. Just genius.

The trailer is a bit ADHD at times but the minute the music played, I was instantly and inexplicably drawn. Didn’t know who was doing the soundtrack, looked it up --TRENT REZNOR. Mmhhmm, he’s definitely a true music soul mate. For life.

coffee and cigarettes

Anyone into indie films should check out Jim Jarmusch’s Coffee and Cigarettes. While it's not the most exciting film out there (plot lovers, beware), it does offer some interesting moments in how it captures the different ways people try (or fail) to communicate and connect with each other while having a cup of joe or a smoke. One does not need to love coffee or cigarettes to enjoy this movie, but having the ability to digest black-and-white pictures might be important. I'm only mentioning this because there are people out there that can't sit through a black and white movie, a disorder that I will never fully understand.

Since I haven't had any coffee today and I actually want to sleep early for once, I'll finish the rest of this entry with a few sleepy thoughts.

Somewhere in California:



Word math:
BLACK ≠ WHITE
Cigarettes = WHITE
Coffee = BLACK

Last cup of coffee: yesterday, at home
Last cigarette: 2008, San Francisco

Split at birth:
Tom Waits & Hell Boy
Iggy Pop & Anthony Kiedis

Great songs mentioning coffee:
Carly Simon - You're So Vain
Beastie Boys - Intergalactic
Frank Sinatra - The Coffee Song

Great songs mentioning cigarettes:
The Wreckers - Cigarettes
Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk
Emerson Hart - Cigarettes and Gasoline


Now, if only I could find where I stashed my old DVD copy...

Lost the way

People inflict pain on others in their selfish pursuit of happiness and satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. We need to cultivate a sense of universal responsibility for one another and the planet we share. -Dalai Lama

R.I.P. Amy Winehouse

Blowin' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Tick tock tick tock tick tock

Uh oh. Today is apparently what some fanatic folks refer to as the Rapture! As I’ll be frolicking at the Renaissance Faire, I trust that someone out there will remember to get Madonna and Justin Timberlake to do this final dance number for the sake of humanity. Chop chop. Doooo itttttt!

First of May

Song of the day...



In other news,

Osama Bin Laden is pronounced dead.

It’s a bit disturbing to see people celebrating as if they just won a sport game. Yes, it’s a victory, but it is just tacky to celebrate someone’s death, no matter how vile and vicious that person may be. The cycle of hatred and violence never truly ends unless we learn something from it. Have some class, America.

"I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Eargasm

This song...twisted, sexy, so devilishly heavenly...Mmmmmm.

Never broken

As I watched the devastating images from Japan throughout the night and into the morning, it doesn't take much to see that all our little problems don’t amount to anything in this crazy world. My heart goes out to all those affected.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfsS3pIDBfw

Hands --- by Jewel

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear

My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands


Click here for ways to help out with rescue and recovery efforts:

http://abcnews.go.com/International/japan-earthquake-donating-relief-funds/story?id=13122660

Currently on repeat

Pelagia's Song

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is! --- Iannis (Captain Corelli's Mandolin)

Sia

I know this is a cover, but her voice…hauntingly AMAZING.

Of wishes and moonbeams

This would have been an awesome song for my crazy, little preschool students to learn back in the day. I kinda miss the little rugrats sometimes, nose boogies and all.




Well, I'd like to visit the moon
In a rocket ship high in the air
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon
But I don't think I'd wanna stay there
I would like to look down on the earth from above
But I'd miss all the places and people I love
So although I might stay there for one afternoon
I don't want to live on the moon

I'd like to visit the sea
I could meet all the little fish there
Yes, I'd travel under the sea
But I don't think I'd wanna stay there
I could stay for a day there if I had my wish
But there's not much to do when your friends are all fish
And an oyster and clam are not my family
So I don't want to live in the sea

I'd could visit the jungle and hear a lion roar
Go back in time, meet a dinosaur
There's so many places that I'd like to be
But none of them permanently

So if I should visit the moon
Well, I'd dance on a moonbeam and then
I would make a wish on a star
And I'd wish I was home once again
But I'd like to look down on the earth from above
But I'd miss all the places and people I love
So although I may go I'll be coming home soon
'Cause I don't want to live on the moon
No, I don't want to live on the moon
No, I don't want to live on the moon

Hazy

Love, love, love this song.

A dino, a Russian mouse, a street rat, and a princess

Happy birthday, Mr. Disney. Your movies are awesome, but I have to say, the Don Bluth/Spielberg team that produced Littlefoot and that little Russian, immigrant mouse really knows how to tug at my heartstrings. No matter how many times I’ve seen Fievel Mousekewitz’s journey towards his search for his family or Littlefoot and his friends surviving their way to the Great Valley, I still get choked up every time.



Of course, seeing that it is Disney’s big day, I have to give it to the Disney peeps for knowing how to make any girl from age seven to eighty blush and giggle.


Love Jasmine ‘cause she didn’t believe all his smooth lines right away ; )

Cannonball

Forget the cryptic video...This song never fails to amaze and feed my soul. Perfect cold weather music, too.

Boo

So I missed out on the Halloween festivities this year. Boo! No biggie though. Every time I watch a horror flick, it feels like Halloween regardless of the date. Nonetheless, I've been thinking of the cool costumes one can come up with for this sugary day. Usually, I look at music videos for some inspiration---videos like the following:

Definitely an Amos Lee kinda night

Just the kind of music to unwind to after a loooooooooooooooooooooong day.


Colors, by Amos Lee