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Showing posts with label General / Music. Show all posts

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Old Yellow Moon has waned, ie. been archived

Thank you everyone who may have enjoyed visiting my blog periodically, and gotten something out of it. I certainly enjoyed making it, however it was born out of a sad and difficult time in my life.

 

Now, however, it is time to start afresh completely and change everything. 

 

When I looked at it all, who I was and who I'd become... I knew deep in my soul where the truest things lurk, that this is a thing I couldn't not do, and keep my heart and head intact. 

 

Some time now down this path I have chosen, I'm now happily going full throttle and sloughing off all that is sad and bad behind.

 

I am happy now and in a much better place, though of course there will always be challenges... I'm redefining myself and finally listening to that little voice inside we so often ignore, and I quote: 


"They too have lain under their beds, knowing that they can't be who they are any more, and that they need to build a bigger boat. They are all in the furious, messy, white-light act of self creation, trying to invent a future they can be in."

(by Caitlin Moran in "How to Build a Girl").

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Wednesday, 25 May 2016

The environment

© Michael Leunig

I've never been to me


Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you
Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, and, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies
Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
That a woman ain't s'posed to see

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love

Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free

Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise - never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children )
(Fade)

by Ron Miller and Kenneth Hirsch

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Let's go crazy


Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life

Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you
There's something else
The after world

A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, Dr. Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby

'Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You're on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor4

If you don't like the world you're living in
Take a look around you
At least you got friends

You see I called my old lady
For a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Ah, ah) is all I heard

Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no let's go!

Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Let's look for the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!

We're all excited
But we don't know why
Maybe it's 'cause
We're all gonna die

And when we do (When we do)
What's it all for (What's it all for)
You better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

Tell me, are we gonna let the elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!

Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Look for the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!

C'mon baby
Let's get nuts
Yeah
Crazy

Let's go crazy

Are we gonna let the elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Go crazy

I said let's go crazy (Go crazy)
Let's go, let's go
Go
Let's go

Dr. Everything'll be alright
Will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and daffodils will kill
Hang tough children

He's coming
He's coming
Coming

Take me away!

by Prince (Prince Rogers Nelson) RIP

Saturday, 26 March 2016

Easter song


It's Easter Day
And God's alive again
And that makes me real happy

The grass is green
There are some real nice flowers
And the trees are really sappy 

Easter time's a time to celebrate
A time to recognize the miracle of birth
And Easter eggs are given to remind us
That God will always be here on Earth

And that Cadbury still make the best chocolate
And that rabbits really must be fucking shot
And that eating hot cross buns makes you shit a little more
And if the eggs are tiny, you can hide them up your twat

'Cause Easter time's important, a special time of year
The Christians dust their Bibles off and bash their kiddies round the ears
As if a body on a crucifix will help to soothe their fears
But they should just get pissed on the blood of Christ
And hide Easter eggs up their rears

'Cause Easter eggs are perfectly designed for human bums
The way they're just as smooth and slightly smaller at the top
The special chocolate flavour makes for many hours of fun
Depending on the type of tongue you've got

Because bringing yourself pleasure I believe is really great
You can eat or drink or bungee jump or laugh or masturbate
But there's nothing quite so heavenly
There is no diviner state
Than having eternal rebirth up your date

So the moral of this story is —
The moral of this story is that on this Easter Day
As you're revelling in God's wondrous Easter sun
Is regardless of your gender or if you're straight or gay
It's great to have some choccy up your bum

So grab an Easter egg and hide it where it can't be found
Give a friend a hint and let them search around
And revel in the godliness of funny taste and sounds
And thank the Lord that Easter eggs are...

Brown.

By Tim Minchin

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Bedroom eyes


I can't resist you no matter how I try
After all this time can't believe that I'm
About to take this ride 
Said it was over, decided we were through
I convinced myself that somebody else could take the place of you

You're part of me, my one obsession 
And from this power you possess I need protection
When you're staring straight through me
With those eyes, those bedroom eyes 
I'm lost for words, so hypnotized
I can feel it in my heart, it's about to start 
With those eyes, those bedroom eyes

I made a promise to myself that I would
Erase you from my mind, leave the past behind
Be done with you for good, but then I saw you I knew that I had lied
I thought of just how much I crave your touch to keep me satisfied

You're part of me my one obsession 
And from this power you possess I need protection

When you're staring straight through me 
With those eyes (eyes) I must admit (ooh) I'm not surprised
I can feel it in my heart (feel it in my heart) it's about to start
With those eyes (ooh) those bedroom eyes

You're a part of me, my one obsession I need you
And from this power you possess, I need protection, hey what can I do
There is no reason to lose my sight
As long as I can see myself reflected in those eyes

Bedroom eyes (eyes) those bedroom eyes (eyes) 
I'm lost for words (ooh) so hypnotized
When you stare into my soul (stare into my soul) I lose all control
Too those eyes (ooh) those bedroom eyes

Bedroom eyes (eyes) those bedroom eyes (eyes)
I must admit (ooh) I'm not surprised
I can feel it in my heart (feel it in my heart) it's about to start
With those eyes (ooh) those bedroom eyes

Yeah oh no no no no no no no no those bedroom eyes
Make me feel it in my soul (ooh ooh yeah) da da da hey
Ooh dee yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
My obsession, my obsession, my obsession

Kate Ceberano
Songwriters: JONES, RAYMOND C. / MCKINNEY, SAMI R.
Bedroom Eyes lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Monday, 7 March 2016

Can't get you out of my head



La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about

La la la
La la la la la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about

Every night
Every day
Just to be there in your arms

Won't you stay
Won't you lay
Stay forever and ever and ever and ever

La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy it's more than I dare to think about

There's a dark secret in me
Don't leave me locked in your heart

Set me free
Feel the need in me
Set me free
Stay forever and ever and ever and ever

La la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la

I just can't get you out of my head
I just can't get you out of my head
I just can't get you out of my head...

by Kylie Minogue

Saturday, 6 February 2016

Life is offensive and refuses to apologise

© Michael Leunig - Saturday "Age" February 6, 2016

Area Codes


I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)

Now you thought I was just 7-7-0
And 4-0-4, I'm worldwide bitch, act like y'all don't know
It's the abominable hoe man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2's
I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside
So control your whoremones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones
3-1-2, 3-1-3, 2-1-5, 8-0-3
Read your horoscope and eat some whore d'oeuvres
Ten on pump one these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0, my cell phone says overload

I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)

Now everyday is a holiday
So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a ho today
5-0-4, 9-7-2
7-1-3, what ya goin' do
You checking up the scene, I'm checking a ho tonight
With perpendicular vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1
Too much green, too much fun
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thrilla in Manilla,
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp em like Bishop, magic Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the motherfucking phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big-ass-sack
I'm slagging this dick like a New Jack, bitch

Is it cause they like my gangsta walk?
Is it cause they like my gangsta talk?
Is it cause they like my handsome face?
Is it cause they like my gangsta ways?
Whatever it is, they love it
And they just won't let me be
I handle my biz, don't rush me
Just relax and let me be free
Whenever I call, come running
2-1-2 or 2-1-3
You know that I ball, stop fronting
'For I call my substitute freak

I've got hoes
I've got hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)
Hoes, hoes, hoes, in different area codes (area, area codes, codes)

9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2
And different area codes

Songwriters
PHALON ANTON ALEXANDER, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, NATHANIEL D HALE, BILLY NICHOLS

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Ludacris

Friday, 5 February 2016

Doormat

© Michael Leunig "The Age" Saturday, January 2, 2016

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Reality


Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow
Sometimes I believe, at times where I should know
I can fly high, I can go long
Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know
Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow
Sometimes I believe, at times where I should know
I can fly high, I can go long
Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know

Stop crying like you're home and think about the show
We're all playing the same game, laying down alone
We're unknown and wrong, special when I come.
Hate will make you cautious, love will make you glow.
Make me feel the warm, make me feel the cold.
It's written in our story, it's written on the walls.
This is our call, we rise and we fall.
Dancin' in the moonlight, don't we have it all?

Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow.
Sometimes I believe, a time where we should know.
I can fly high, I can go long.
Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don't know.
Make me feel the warm, make me feel the cold.
It's written in our story, it's written on the walls.
This is our call, we rise and we fall.
Dancin' in the moonlight, don't we have it all?

© Lost Frequencies - Reality

Monday, 11 January 2016

R.I.P. David Bowie - "Space Oddity" & "Ashes to Ashes"


Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (Two, One, Liftoff)

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in the most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here am I sitting in my tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear And I'm floating around my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do."

Songwriter: David Bowie
Space Oddity lyrics © T.R.O. INC.



Do you remember a guy that's been
In such an early song?
I've heard a rumor from Ground Control
Oh no, don't say it's true

They got a message from the Action Man
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too
I've loved all I've needed, love
Sordid details following"

The shrieking of nothing is killing, just
Pictures of Jap girls in synthesis and I
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
But I'm hoping to kick but the planet it's glowing

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

Time and again I tell myself
I'll stay clean tonight
But the little green wheels are following me
Oh no, not again
I'm stuck with a valuable friend
"I'm happy, hope you're happy too"
One flash of light but no smoking pistol

I never done good things (I never done good things)
I never done bad things (I never done bad things)
I never did anything out of the blue, woh-o-oh
Want an axe to break the ice
Wanna come down right now

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low

My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom

My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom

My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom

My mother said, to get things done
You'd better not mess with Major Tom

Songwriters
Pat Metheny, Lyle Mays, David Bowie

Published by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Wishing bone hands

Under the mistletoe
Cuckoo shrieks
And Woodswallow
I'll make my fire with you
Going to make my fire with you

Under the curious gaze
Of a moon in a headlight haze
Townspeople are disgraced
As you make a lover
Of me you do
Make a lover

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh, your fire
Your wishing bone hands

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh your fire
Your wishing bone hands

Under his black beard I'm sleeping 
His heart is a gambler 
And me I'm a weeping willow 
With my limbs so long
And I carry his heart in my song

Under a roof top steepled
A whittled girl meets her wooden maker
Oh carve a heart out of me sir
With your name writ in me 
I am stirred

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh your fire
And your wishing bone hands

Oh how beautifully tied to you I am
Oh, your fire
Your wishing bone hands

by Inga Liljeström

Thursday, 7 January 2016

I hate those annual roundup Xmas letters

I can't stand those letters some people feel they have to send around at the end of each year, detailing their family's successes and achievements. It makes me sick. No-one can be that perfect. In fact I think the people who have to send those letters around probably have the most cracks beneath the surface! Anyway, here is an annual Xmas letter I read, and actually enjoyed...

How to live a rich and rewarding life, just like me


It's not that hard: just follow the Danny Katz life lessons.

Dear Friends and Family, near and far: Time again for my Katz Family End-Of-Year Wrap-Up Annual Highlights Newsletter Update of 2015!!!

I know you all love getting these letters, because I never hear back from any of you, so I figure I must have covered all the important matters in such fascinating detail, you have nothing more to ask!

But just to quickly fill you in on the latest Katz family news: the kids are great, my beloved is wonderful, and I'm doing amazing apart from long stretches of anguish that claw at my heart in the blackness of night when I lie awake and contemplate the impermanence of life, but then the morning sun rises and I'm good again! Crazy stuff, haha!

Anyway, for this year's letter, I thought I'd do something a bit different and share some of the big life lessons I've learnt over the past 12 months, in the hope that you'll reflect on them, learn from them, and maybe your lives can become as rich and rewarding as my own (as if! Haha!).

Life Lesson No. 1: If your mobile phone gets wet, you can dry it by immersing it in rice for a few days – BUT make sure the rice is uncooked. I did it with cooked rice and it only made the phone wetter. Also, don't eat the rice after you've finished drying your phone, especially if the phone got wet from falling in a toilet. I didn't taste anything weird, but in hindsight, it was probably unnecessary.

Life Lesson No. 2: If you want to get rid of unwanted body hair, there may be a better method than to burn it off with a barbecue gas-lighter when you're at home by yourself. Unwanted body hair burns very quickly, and it also tends to grow alongside wanted body hair, which burns just as quickly. But you'll be pleased to know that all is looking better now, everything is growing back nicely, and I may not have to wear a long-sleeve hoodie for the whole summer.

Life Lesson No. 3: This is more of just a general safety warning, but it needs to be said. Over the past 12 months, I've noticed that sinkholes have become very angry with us for some reason – maybe it's a historical thing, maybe it's our government polices. Anyway, they're popping open everywhere, trying to harm us and destroy our personal freedoms. So just stay alert during this global geopolitical crisis and keep right away from sinkholes (same goes for sharks and air shows).

Well that's pretty much all the lessons I have, friends and family, so let me wish you all a happy, peaceful 2016, and let's hope next year is a more peaceful and happy one for the whole world. In fact, we should reflect on the wise words of John Lennon when he said "Imagine there's no heaven" – because maybe the human race would be less self-destructive if we all realised that this is the only life we get, and if there is an afterlife, it's just our decaying corpses feeding millions of plants and insects, like a resort-buffet meat carvery with a kid's menu for the prepupal blowfly larvae. I think it's a beautiful sentiment and one I will leave you with.

No wait, one more important life lesson: Be gentle when unwrapping Laughing Cow Cheese portions. Lately, I've noticed the little red pull-tags have been breaking off and you have to squeeze the cheese out of the foil corner. Very frustrating!

© Danny Katz - Columnist for The Age and The Sydney Morning Herald - "The Age" Saturday December 26, 2015

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Inventions

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Doom, gloom and trivia

© Michael Leunig - "The Age" Saturday, 26 December 2015

Sea castle


I could build a big machine
Draw pictures for the walls
Hang up all my fragile thoughts
Displayed that you might see
A space a drop a cloth a comfort of
Frailties in me
A space a drop a cloth a comfort of
Frailties

Baby why don't you see, see my sea
Make slow, get inside and pull on my sea
Get inside and build your castle into me
Baby why don't you see, see my sea
The moon is dead but she still pulls on me
Get inside and pull on my sea

Take time make slow
Where have I been
Why can't you see me
Take time make slow
Where have I been
Why can't you see me

I could give you petty rhymes
Of worlds that I contrive
They're in my sleep my dreams
I speak them slow so you can read
And not stand back and stare and fear
Foolish devouring things
And not stand back and stare and fear
Foolish devouring

Baby why don't you see, see my sea
Get inside and pull on my sea

Take time make slow
Where have I been
Why can't you see me
Take time make slow
Where have I been
Why can't you see me

I could push a house o'er
Throw iron on the fire
I could taste your vulnerable parts
Slow so you will start
To shut out what's destructed 'round you
Look at me I'm a see I'm your sea
I'll shut out what's destructed 'round you
Look at me I'm a...

by Purity Ring

Hold


I love the way you tie me down
Those words would never be allowed
When I am yours
When we are home

You loved the many faults you found
You cared what was worth keeping around
When I am yours
When we are home

I have broken that heart so many times
You have a hold of it now
I need you to breathe your life into me
You have a hold of it now

I tried to loosen off your hold
But you stayed and nothing made you fall
I knew when you took me over
That you where not like the others
I can be young and reckless

But you stayed
I have broken that heart so many times
You have a hold of it now
I need you to breathe your life into me
You have a hold of it now

All of these times I've tried to make you forget me
But you stayed
You stayed
All of these times I've tried to make you forget me
You stayed

When I am yours
When I am yours
When we are home
When we are home

by Vera Blue