floating and leaving no trace
I took political science in college, and philosophy, and I never understood why people hated Marxism so much. I mean, they were funny guys.
Everyone Says I Love You, The Marx Brothers
Side Note: I used to watch this movie whenever it was on, usually on the weekends on KTLA, as a kid. And I am floored, as an adult, at what they could get a away with. Also, poor Thelma Todd.
For absolutely no reason other than this song popped in my head while I was walking the dog.
Brass Monkey, The Beastie Boys
Man, the Stephen Crane. Am I right?
Here’s a little musical antidote if it went down the wrong way. Or even if it didn’t.
That’s Amore, Dean Martin
I’ve been listening to Glean again, and I have to say that They Might Be Giants never disappoints.
Answer, They Might Be Giants
So make of it
What you will
I heard this song again on the radio (yes, that box in the car music comes out of) and I thought I’d post it. Yes, I had this on vinyl. When that was the only way albums came out. Well, except for cassette.
Let My Love Open the Door, Pete Townshend
the beautiful immediacy of your hands
compels me to remember how cold they were
that first time i took one in my own
and we initiated a transfer of body heat
from my palm to yours
as if my blood sang a song
and your heart sang
the chorus at first
and then the harmony
until we were the same temperature
in the failing light we search with dimmed eyes
can the scent cling still to the air
the dogs whine and wish to return, the prize
uncaught and the horses toss their manes. unfair
to say the least, having tracked through woods thick
with brambles and thicker still with shadows long
only to have it disappear, a third rate magician’s trick
but we will track it by its song
as the now sun sinks below the line of trees
we hear it above our ragged exhalations
and the quiet humming of sleepy bees
we take up our arms, and greet the dark occasion
Is this a dream that’s spinning,
Twisting, running through my head?
A dream of you where I can’t make out
Anything you’ve said?
I follow you from room to room
Through silent moonlit halls,
Out one final courtyard door
Where rain just falls and falls.
I look across the garden
And see you standing in the weeds
Water rushes down between our legs
As if we both were reeds
Bent beneath the shower’s weight,
Buoyed by the stream.
Your mouth is moving silently
In this dream within a dream.
I reach out to take you
And hold you to my chest
And press you up against my skin
Until there’s nothing of you left.
I feel you pounding in my ribs
And throbbing in my blood.
I hear you singing in my ears at last
As I surrender to the flood.
You know when you’re driving down the road and you hear a song that just sandblasts the years off you? Instead of feeling old, you feel like you did when you first heard that song?
Yeah.
Ballroom Blitz, Sweet
with the song stuck in his head
and rain pouring from the sky
he drives his car
he turns on the radio to unstick
the song on endless loop in his head
but the radio is playing the song as well
the air in the car is like ice
to defog the window
the food in his stomach sits like ice
and he’s not sure what he ate
he drives past her house
song in his head
song on the radio
ice in his face
ice in his stomach
and wishes just this once
that she would be coming out
or just getting home
and she would see his car
and wave
Words and Feathers 