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Goodnight, Demonslayer

There’s a monster that lives ‘neath your bed
Oh for crying out loud it’s a futon on the floor
He must be flat as a boardThere’s a creature that lurks behind the door
Though I’ve checked there 15 times
When I leave then he arrives
Every night

Tell the monster that lives ‘neath your bed
To go somewhere else instead
Or you’ll kick him in the head

Tell the creature that lurks behind the door
If he knows what’s good he won’t come here anymore
Cause you’ll kick in his butt at the count of four

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it’s time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

Tell the monster that eats children, that you taste bad
And you’re sure you’d be the worst that he’s ever had
If he eats you, don’t you fret, just cut him open with an axe
Don’t regret it, he deserved it, he’s a cad

Tell the harpies that land on your bed post
That at the count of five you’ll roast them alive
Tell the devil its time you gave him his due
He should go back to hell, he should shake in his shoes
Cause the mightiest, scariest, creature is you

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it’s time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

I won’t tell you, there’s nothing ‘neath your bed
I won’t tell you, that it’s all in your head
This world of ours is not as it seems
The monsters are real but not in your dreams
Learn what you can from the beasts you defeat,
you’ll need it for some of the people you meet

Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it’s time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight

This is easily one of my favorite songs, let alone a Halloween standard.  It’s beautiful and I say that completely without sarcasm.  The violin.  The violin!
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Guster!

Every once in a while, a song pops in my head unbidden and then I have to listen to the album a million times.

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa

Lost and Gone Forever was such a 90’s album.  Even that album cover is perfect.

Either Way is a killer.  That whole album was a gem.

You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don’t let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I’ll have to wait to get the best of you

Poison in everything you say
Don’t you, don’t you
Wonder what difference does it make
Either way

You were almost kind, you were almost true
Why give away that other side of you
Happens every time, so it must be true
Step on a kid, he’ll grow up hating you

Poison in everything you say
Don’t you, don’t you
Wonder what difference does it make
Either way

Were you ever kind, were you always cruel?
Who’s ever seen that other side of you? (either way)
Happened every time, so it must be true
Where did you learn it’s either him or you?

You were almost kind, you were almost true
Don’t let me see that other side of you
You have learned in time that you must be cruel
I’ll have to wait to get the best of you

Poison in everything you say
Don’t you, don’t you
Wonder what difference does it make
Either way, either way

I don’t have any specific attachments or memories of this album other than laying in the first bed I bought for myself, in my second apartment in Texas, just listening.  I am sure I listened to in in my first apartment, but for whatever reason, there is a very vivid memory of my second and final apartment, my bedroom, two night stands, white curtains and white walls.  Old 97s-Fight Songs and The Refreshments-The Bottle & Fresh Horses.

Damn.

 

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Do It Anyway

Because I always need this kind of motivation but other people do, too.  BF5 just kills me.  With laughter or with tears.  (still my favorite)  I actually blogged this before, but it’s never not applicable.

Ben Folds Five – “Do It Anyway”

You might put your love and trust on the line
It’s risky, people love to tear that down
Let ’em try
Do it anyway
Risk it anyway

And if you’re paralyzed by a voice in your head
It’s the standing still that should be scaring you instead
Go on and
Do it anyway
Do it anyway

There will be times you might leap before you look
There’ll be times you’ll like the cover and that’s precisely why you’ll love the book
Do it anyway
Do it anyway

Tell me what I said I’d never do
Tell me what I said I’d never say
Read me off a list of the things I used to not like but now I think are ok

Sometimes it’s not subjective: wrong and right
Deep down you know it’s downright wrong but you’re invincible tonight
So you
Do it anyway
It’s done
You did it

Despite your grand attempts the chips are set to fall
And all the stories you might weave cannot negotiate them all
Do it anyway
Be honest, anyway

So tell me what I said I’d never do
Tell me what I said I’d never say
Read me off a list of the things I used to not like but now I think are OK
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah woah woah woah

It’s gonna be so very hard to say
And watch the trust and joy all drain from her innocent face
But you must
Do it anyway
It sucks but
Do it anyway

Call it surrender but you know that that’s a joke
And the punchline is you were actually never in control
But still, surrender anyway

Tell me what you said you’d never do
Tell me what you said you’d never say
Read me off that list of things ’cause I used to not like you
But now I think you’re OK
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Woah woah woah woah

Everybody knows that you just gotta do it anyway

Do it anyway [x8]

Cause you don’t do nothing to avoid self punishment
You won’t do nothing
You won’t feel nothing
Gotta
Do it, do it, do it anyway
Ah
Do it anyway

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Day Off

I’m watching VH1 Classic and this came on.  RUN-DMC and Aerosmith making mash ups.  Everyone looks so young, which naturally makes me feel so old.  I was still too young to fully appreciate this when it first came out, but I remember being amazed listening to Raising Hell on my record player.  My record player?  MY RECORD PLAYER:

In true scumbag form, I ruined that thing. Give me a break–I was 5 and generally unsupervised.

Fact:  the SUPER SOUNDS lettering helped teach me about perspective drawing.  I’m such an arteest, yo.

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NOPE

All the bad things happened last night, so first thing’s first:

I was sitting in my chair in the living room, farting around on the computer when I saw something across the room:

Can you see it? It’s there. Looking right at you.

You can quit now, if you like.

In fact, you probably should just quit looking.  Here is the picture zoomed in:

The shiny eyes are looking at me.

The aftermath of this brown recluse is really the only way it could have ended:

Taken a few seconds before I napalmed the house. ‘Twas an eventful evening.

After this delightful episode, I decided to go to bed.  Actually, I decided to go to bed after I found out that Anthony Kiedis is 50 years old and that depressed me because that means *I’m* old.

I actually would love this picture more if Kiedis had a mullet. I don’t know why, I just think it would make the photo.  Click on the picture to read a bunch of puns.

When I got back from my vacation, my alarm clock decided to go a little bit insane.  It was fine when I went to bed Thursday night, but when I woke up on Friday morning, it died.  I thought the power went out, because I woke up to a blinking 12:02 AM.  So, power went out 2 minutes before I woke up, right?

Only to the alarm clock.

It seemed like every time I looked at the clock over the weekend, it was blinking right around 12:00 AM, give or take a few minutes.  I didn’t think much of it, until last night.

Some people think you should make a wish at 11:11, but I’ve always found this combination eerie and uncomfortable.  I don’t know why, but it weirds me out.

I stumbled into bed around 1 AM and felt more twitchy than usual, so I sat up to drink some water.  I looked at my clock and it said 12:01 AM.  It was not blinking.  Neither I nor the Mr. had set the clock.  I sat stunned for about 10 seconds and watched the clock time change to 12:00 AM before it started blinking again.

MOTHER FUCKER

I am a rational adult.  I know that, rationally, there was probably some sort of short in the wiring.  Like the whozit wasn’t letting the whatzit get electricity.  Or maybe magic or sorcery or something.  I don’t know.  Even though I am a rational grown adult, I have no qualms with admitting that I made the Mr. get out of bed and throw that clock away.  And then yelled at him for throwing it away in the trash can by my side of the bed and not in the bathroom trash can or the fires of Mordor.  I was tense and had bad dreams all night.  Greeaaaaaaaat.

Epilogue:  exterminators came out to re-spray today.  I have lots to post, but I’ve been busy.  And by busy I mean drinking and playing video games.  More posts coming soon.

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Sleepy Fan Girl

From time to time, even when I’m on a decent sleep schedule, insomnia comes and cuddles up with me for a few nights.  In these late nights, I turn to video games and computer time, both of which are pretty awful in combating sleeplessness.  One thing that does work for me is music—too bad it’s all on my computer.  I kind of fail at this game.

So, since it’s 3:30 AM, I find myself listening to Roger Clyne.  Sometimes in life, you get so lucky.  You’re in the right place at the right time for once.  The opportunity to hear someone make music that appeals to you is wonderful, but to have the music ebb and flow and grow with you over years and years turns the lyrics and the rhythms into a part of your soul.

And I wonder where I’ll be in a year
I’ll probably be sittin’ right here
But if you know the answer,
don’t tell me anyone
Cause I don’t wanna know
“Don’t Wanna Know”

There ain’t no moral to this story at all
Anything I tell you very well could be a lie
I’ve been away from the living,
I don’t need to be forgiven
I’m just waiting for that cold black soul of mine
To come alive
“Nada”

And then college happened and so many things fell apart and grew out of the wreckage.

Well I’ve traveled,
and I’ve seen the things I build, working
Workin’ to bring me down
And I may be thirsty now
And I will go beyond this thirst
And my tears I cry for you will all go dry
So I lay down on the floor, turn on my radio
Come on River Otis make me cry
“Tributary Otis”

Even as the songs take on more of a Southwestern sound I love them so much (I refuse to classify it as country music!).  I might have mentioned it before but all the songs I sang to my children were Roger Clyne songs.  They’re the only songs I know all the way through, and it annoyed me when I’d trip over lullaby lyrics.  Hold your baby and sing songs about death and love?  Well this explains so much.

When the candle’s burnin’ down,
when midnight comes around
You know the best that we can hope for
Is to be laughin’ when we finally hit the ground
“Sin Nombre”

Oooh, la salvadora, oh, sweet catastrophe
Oh, siren song, the captain says there’s nothing wrong as I
Dash my ship upon your shore, a mad, drunk, and reckless troubadour
I’m outside here hollerin’ at your door, begging you for more of you
“Beautiful Disaster”

It’s more than just the lyrics or the music.  Listen to his voice.  His passion and emotion resonates.  There have been songs that have made me cry but when Roger Clyne sings, he makes me weep.

There’s bones on the beach and there’s ashes in the jar
Ghosts in the air laughin’ at fools at the bar
And somewhere inside this river don’t run to the sea no more
Life is cheap here and death is rich
And he finally got you, lucky son of a bitch
And if I could do it again
I’d cry loud at your hospital bed
“Ashes of San Miguel”

My favorite song is probably Green and Dumb.  Haven’t you ever heard a song and wished someone would sing to you?  That someone, at the very least, thought that way about you?  Please say yes, I can’t be the only one.   This live version gives me the feels:

UPDATE: Of course, no embedding.  Again.  Crap.  Watch it here.

Daisies stand up on their tip-toes
Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky
And all the pretty horses come runnin’ to her
And even the dust devils pray
That they’ll catch her eye

I haunt her house from the outside
I watch her bake cornbread and talk on the phone
And the wireless on the inside plays a sad sweet song
A mute moonlit statue am I, she waltzes alone

But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
And baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb

The wind ain’t stopped blowin’ since morning
It’s got me froze up on the inside
And I could get warm in the bunk house
And thaw out on coffee and bread

But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green and dumb

I need your government warning
like I need a hole in my head
Well, I won’t shoot your coyotes
And I won’t burn your weeds
Your paycheck won’t fill up this hollow
It won’t dull all the aching

But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so empty in the head and tied up in the tongue
But baby, baby, I could call you baby
If I weren’t so green & dumb

Well, it’s 6 AM now. This gif is appropriate.
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Photo Dump: Death Dump Edition

I would have used the Death Jump, too, but it never hurts to have options.

Really, you’re still not watching The Regular Show?  Pfft, what are you, grown up or something?  Here’s some randomness that I’d like to share:

1. Hermaphrodite.

If you don't get my reference, ask your clergyman.

2. I posted this status on FB this week: I think I finally found all of my drink coasters. Did you just crap yourself with this awesome news? God, someone shoot me.

I spend too much time doing nothing.

3. I have a lot of Juicy Juice:

There is one in the fridge, too. They were on sale.

4. I have a lot of cereal:

We just eat a lot of cereal. And they were on sale. Not the Cheerios, though.

5. This is at my local library and I am tempted to check it out just to post more interesting snippets:

"Second Edition" That means there was a First Edition??

6. This is scribbled on our drawing board:

FYI: dry erase CRAYONS are a big fucking mess. Trust me.

Reminds me of either this:

This will always look like a sex toy.

Or this:

Just slightly scarier than Yo Gabba Dildo.

7. Best thing ever, ever, EVER:  I found my Old 97’s Fight Songs CD:

My computer area is interesting.

Good stuff, fun times.

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Yay Cody! Again!

How apropos that Cody sent me this video after having only gotten three hours of very interrupted sleep.

So Low – Self

hello, meet my problems
i only miss you when i’m with you
got a fly car to jet around town
gone sour to the bone, gone bad to the marrow
financial situation’s depleted
guess a slap in the face is what i really needed
from a strong hand to make me a man
what more could i ask, what more could i stand?

i’m so low that i wish i was dead
with a knife in my chest and a bullet through my head
i’m so low that i wish i was dead
must i go on?

sold all my friends today
i’m so low that i wish i was dead
i gave everything away
now i’m bound only by twine and thread

i’m so low that i wish i was dead
with a knife in my chest and a bullet through my head
i’m so low that i wish i was dead
must i go on?

just give me time
don’t give me time to miss you
just give me time
don’t give me time to miss you

on a short leash, yet she was earthbound
so i threw her in the lost and found
now she’s scaring me
i found charity with a pink trombone and a timpany
just ignore my footprints
and just ignore the sand
my epitaph stands before me
so wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man

i’m so low that i wish i was dead
with a knife in my chest and a bullet through my head
i’m so low that i wish i was dead
must i go on?

saw her standing in the doorway, fade away
and i believe in it
if i were dead
if i were dead
if i were dead
she wouldn’t love me anymore

i’m so low that i wish i was dead
with a knife in my chest and a bullet through my head
i’m so low that i wish i was dead
must i go on?

Yay for stuff! I saw this in the “related videos”:

You’re One – Imperial Teen

(you’re one you’re one) it’s with you i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) peace and love and empathy
(you’re one you’re one) tie me off i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) shooting up the enemy
shooting up the enemy yeah

we played a show and no one came
we played and played it just the same
if there’s no ears then there’s no sound
if there’s no tree then there’s no ground

(you’re one you’re one) it’s with you i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) peace and love and empathy
(you’re one you’re one) tie me off i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) shooting up the enemy
shooting up the enemy yeah

that crown of thorns you wear it well
you bought it cheap it’s time to sell
you say you’re sick from altitude
a crown’s a crown what can you do?

you take it like a man boy
you take it like a man boy…

(you’re one you’re one) it’s with you i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) peace and love and empathy
(you’re one you’re one) tie me off i wanna be
(you’re one you’re one) shooting up the enemy
shooting up the enemy yeah

i’d pump your stomach if i thought
it’d stop the pain your doctor bought
forever now forever then
ignore the flower feed the stem

you take it like a man boy
you take it like a man boy…
you kiss me like a man boy
you kiss me like a man boy…

Okay, time to go to work, I guess.

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Yay Cody!

Things have totally been shitty but this really made my day. Thank you for the shot of novocaine, Codence!

Novocaine for the Soul – The Eels

Life is hard and so am i
You better give me something
So I dont die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out

Life is white and I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling will you be here
Before I sputter out

Guess whos living here
With the great undead
This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
Once again

Life is good and I feel great
cause mother says I was
A great mistake

Novovaine for the soul
You better give me something
To fill the hole
Before I sputter out (repeat)

Are you feeling the nostalgia? Yes you are.