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a new me, a new year, a new look for the Blogosphere. 1/7/06 - the PiETASTERS @ the 9:30 Club, Washington, DC w/ the Slackers 1/21/06 - Ruder Than You @ the Rotunda, Philly, PA w/ Eastern Standard Time & the Vicars 2/25/06 - the PiETASTERS @ the Trocadero, Philly, PA w/ Ruder than You "Half measures availed us nothing. We stood at the turning point. We asked God's protection and care with complete abandon." - Anon. |
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In case I don't see you, "Good afternoon, good evening and good night!" | |
2006-01-07 06:23:55 ET They say that these are not the best of times But they're the only times I've ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes And I can only stand apart and sympathize For we are always what our situations hand us It's either sadness or euphoria And so we'll argue and we'll compromise And realize that nothing's ever changed For all our mutual experience Our separate conclusions are the same Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity Our reason co-exists with our insanity So we choose between reality and madness It's either sadness or euphoria How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives With our respective similarities It's either sadness or euphoria - Billy Joel I can hear the soft breathing Of the girl that I love, As she lies here beside me Asleep with the night, And her hair, in a fine mist Floats on my pillow, Reflecting the glow Of the winter moonlight. She is soft, she is warm, But my heart remains heavy, And I watch as her breasts Gently rise, gently fall, For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving, And tonight will be All I have left to recall. Oh, what have I done, Why have I done it, I've committed a crime, I've broken the law. For twenty-five dollars And pieces of silver, I held up and robbed A hard liquor store. My life seems unreal, My crime an illusion, A scene badly written In which I must play. Yet I know as I gaze At my young love beside me, The morning is just a few hours away. - Paul Simon All my bags are packed I’m ready to go I’m standin’ here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin’ It’s early morn The taxi’s waitin’ He’s blowin’ his horn Already I’m so lonesome I could die So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me Hold me like you’ll never let me go Because I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go There’s so many times I’ve let you down So many times I’ve played around I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing Ev’ry place I go, I’ll think of you Ev’ry song I sing, I’ll sing for you When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me Hold me like you’ll never let me go Because I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go Now the time has come to leave you One more time Let me kiss you Then close your eyes I’ll be on my way Dream about the days to come When I won’t have to leave alone About the times, I won’t have to say Oh, kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me Hold me like you’ll never let me go Because I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go But, I’m leavin’ on a jet plane Don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh babe, I hate to go - John Denver
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*For anyone who cares, this was that song I was trying to find the lyrics to, oh so long ago. | |
2006-01-06 09:15:46 ET Break Down I hope this old train breaks down Then I could take a walk around And, see what there is to see And time is just a melody All the people in the street Walk as fast as their feet can take them I just roam through town And though my windows got a view The frame im looking through Seems to have no concern for me now So for now I need this here Old train to breakdown Oh please just Let me please breakdown This engine screams out loud Sayin the beat gunna crawl westbound So I dont even make a sound Cause its gunna sting me when I leave this town All the people in the street That i'll never get to meet If these dont bend somehow And I got no time That I got to get to Where I dont need to be So I I need this here Old train to breakdown Oh please just Let me please breakdown I need this here Old train to breakdown Oh please just Let me please breakdown I wanna break on down But I cant stop now Let me break on down But you cant stop nothing If you got no control Of the thoughts in your mind That you kept in, you know You dont know nothing But you dont need to know The wisdoms in the trees Not the glass windows You cant stop wishing If you dont let go But things that you find And you lose, and you know You keep on rolling Put the moment on hold The frames too bright So put the blinds down low I need this here Old train to breakdown Oh please just Let me please breakdown I need this here Old train to breakdown Oh please just Let me please breakdown I wanna break on down But I cant stop now - Jack Johnson & the handsome boy modeling school |
12/30/05 - the Bouncing Souls @ the Starland Ballroom, Sayresville, NJ | |
2005-12-31 15:28:55 ET Well, the last show of 2005, and a heck of a show it was. Three excellent bands, and one goof act. The crowd was certainly energetic, and all there for a good time, but unorganized as hell. the age ranged from 14 - 35, I'd say, and there were a heck of a lot of folks in the pit. the first band was "Bench Press 3000," or BP3K. If you ever have a choice between going to see these guys, and drinking your own urine... Make sure the drink is chilled first. They were a joke band, kinda resembling GWAR. All decked out like body builders, muscle-men and vikings (I never said it made sense.) They played about 6 songs, all about weight lifting... none really all that funny. Next up was Leftover Crack. All I can say is - wow. I'd heard these guys on the Give 'em the Boots, and Ira the drummer is also in the Slackers, so I knew they were good, but wow. They really riled this crowd up, and played an excellent mix of punk and reggae. Very political (4 songs in a row about the police) and very loud, but not too fast so that you couldn't get into the groove. I'll definately go see them again if I get the chance. the PiETASTERS followed, and the crowd was your usual punk-crowd-during-ska-band. Kids pushed and kicked and moshed around to the slowest and soulest of songs. Now the Pie Guys know who they're playing to, so they did play a good deal of their earlier, faster stuff. They opened with Drinking & Driving, so... Your typical opening set from the Tasters. The one new song they played was nice, but I didn't get to listen to it that much. I did have to grab one kid, though. At the beginning of Higher, this kid, dressed in over-sized "urban" style, starts throwing his legs and arms around, kicking and punching - I grabbed him and said "Listen to the Beat!!" He replies - "There is no beat!" A part of me wept. Also - Jeremy shaved the Yeti, and Alan's got this 9th-grade haircut that makes him look 10 years younger. Now, the Souls just blew me away. They played almost 2 hours, and didn't stop much. From one rocker to a sing-a-long, to a new song... I wish I knew more about the music, or the band to comment. All I can say is the music was awesome to dance to, and the crowd was beyond psyched to be there. For the first half of the show, everyone just pushed each other around - there was no room to move, mosh or dance, so it was like one big trust fall, and everyone just held everyone else up. At one point I turned to address the crowd between songs - "OKAY! If twenty people leave the pit now, we'll all be a lot better!! You can come back later if you want! We'll rotate!" But no one seemed to listen. About halfway through people must have left, because pits started to open, and a lot more movement was possible. The pits were fun, and constantly lively, but I was a little perturbed because I couldn't get a circle pit started to save my life. Either way... the show was awesome at the end, I was sweaty, tired and bruised in a half-dozen places. Dave Quinn and Remo went with, which made for intersting conversation on the way home - We discussed comic books, movies, disgusting anecdotes, and listened to Remo burst into a half-formed version of Maggie Mae. heh heh. I rarely do this, but I have to give this show 10/10 Just phenomenal, and thanks to everyone for an excellent end to an ...intersting year.
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I cried last night when I heard you sing this song. ... Stupid Muppets. | |
2005-12-25 08:44:52 ET "When Love Is Gone" There was a time when I was sure That you and I were truly one That our future was forever And would never come undone And we came so close to being close And though you cared for me There's distance in your eyes tonight So we're not meant to be The love is gone, the love is gone The sweetest dream that you have ever known The love is gone, the love is gone I wish you well, but I must leave you now, alone There comes a moment in your life Like a window, and you see Your future there before you And how perfect life can be But adventure calls with unknown voices Pulling you away Be careful or you may regret The choice you make someday When love is gone, when love is gone The sweetest dream that we have ever known When love is gone, when love is gone I wish you well, but I must leave you now, alone It was almost love It was almost always It was like a fairy tale we'd live out, you and I And yes, some dreams come true And yes, some dreams fall through And yes, the time has come for us to say goodbye Yes, some dreams come true And yes, some dreams fall through And yes, the time has come for us to say goodbye - Paul Williams from "the Muppets Christmas Carol" |
"It's Only Right" | |
2005-12-23 13:41:12 ET Snowy nights and Christmas lights, Icy windowpanes, Make me wish that we could be Together again. And the windy winter avenues Just don't seem the same, And the Christmas carols sound like blues, But the choir is not to blame. But it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. Crowded stores, the corner Santa Claus, Tinseled afternoons, And the sidewalk bands play their songs Slightly out of tune. Down the windy winter avenues There walks a lonely man, And if I told you who he is, Well I think you'd understand. But it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. No, it doesn't have to be that way. What we had should never have ended. I'll be dropping by today. We could easily get it together tonight. It's only right. - Jim Croce
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