Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Jackson Browne Video & Lyrics: Running On Empty
Running On Empty
by Jackson Browne
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind
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Poem: Changes 56/The Wanderer
1
The mountain stands still
Above it fire rises up—
Strange lands and separation
Are the wanderer's lot
When home is the road
Caution and reserve protect you from evil—
2
The fire on the mountain
Races on to new fuel
Like the wanderer
Who comes to an inn
The inn burns down
And the stranger in a strange land
Has no one left —CODE RED—
Circumstances cause us to seek
Our place in foreign parts
Like when a bird's nest burns up—
And for the rest
Of her days
She seeks a home
She never finds.
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A Textbook Video On How NOT To Rob A Liquor Store
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Video and Lyrics: The Outsiders' Time Won't Let me
This is one of my favorite nuggets/moldy oldies, and a well-known pop masterpiece. I don't know any of the Outsider's other music, but they got it right at least this once. . .
Time Won't Let Me
By Tom King - Chet Kelley
I can't wait forever
Even though you want me to
I can't wait forever
To know if you'll be true
[Chorus:]
Time won't let me (oh, no)
Time won't let me (oh, no)
Time won't let me...ee...ee...ee
Can't you see I've waited too long
To love you, to hold you in my arms
Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ah!
I can't wait forever
Even though you want me to
I can't wait forever
To know if you'll be true
[Chorus]
Hear me baby waitin' that long
Take me back, I'm comin' back right now
Hear me baby sayin' I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home, oh hear me talkin', pretty baby
Don't you know I'm comin' back to you, oh!
Oh pretty baby, take me back, I'm comin' back
Open up your arms and take me back, a-here I come
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Hillary Clinton As Barack Obama's Vice-President?/Trying Out For Quarterback
Letterman: People will say, they say, ‘Oh well, this is Barack Obama’s – he’s only been a senator for two years, so maybe we’re looking at some sort of a compromise on the ticket. Maybe he’ll be the Presidential candidate, Hillary might be the vice president, maybe the reverse of that. Any of that occur at this point or not?”
Obama: “No, you don’t run for second. I don’t believe in that, yeah.”
Letterman: “But that would be a powerful ticket. Undeniably that would be a powerful ticket.”
Obama: “Which order are we talking about?” [audience laughs, Sen. Obama and Letterman laugh; the audience applauds]
Letterman: “Let’s say you’re the presidential candidate and Hillary is the vice presidential candidate. Now, if she were sitting here, it would be different than that, but – “ [audience laughs; Sen. Obama laughs]
Obama: “I have terrific respect for Hillary. She’s a terrific senator. She does a great job for New York. “
Letterman: “Right, but that’s what I’m saying. Is there any thought to that in – I mean, is it unspoken? Is it discussed at all or is it only the kind of thing people like to write about and talk about on TV?”
Obama: “You know, I think all the candidates are in to win and one of the things about the process is by the end of it, after having gone through all the debates and all the campaigning out in various states, people get a pretty good sense of who various candidates are and, but I think we’re all on the same team. We’re all Democrats. I think most of us want to see a healthcare system that provides coverage to everybody. Most of want to see an education system that gives opportunity to every kid. All of us think that we’ve got to start getting our troops out of Iraq, and so really what we’re doing is we’re trying out for quarterback…”
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Poem: Changes 55 /Fullness
Plots and intrigue shade us
Like a solar eclipse.
Darkness is on the wane
As humanity coalesces,
Marching to civilization.
Just when things look brightest,
You remember the decline will follow.
You want to be the midday sun
Gladdening everything under heaven,
But achieve the opposite
With your reverse Midas touch.
Sometimes you lay down the law
And sometimes you enforce it:
You want to be the master of all
But lose your family
And find yourself alone
In the dim light
Under a pale paring of the moon
Walking on a dark road into the west.
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Monday, April 09, 2007
The Return Of The Bedbugs
"We never treated bedbugs until 2002. Now we have a dedicated bedbug crew working on this every day," said Luis Agurto, president of Pestec in San Francisco.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
A video mashup of Harry Potter with South Park dialogue
click 2x to play the video...
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Saturday, April 07, 2007
Poem: Changes 54/Marrying Maiden
1
We understand the transitory
Thunder stirs the lake's water
Which follows it in shimmering waves
If we drift along we come together
But the one-eyed man is able to see
The woman holds the basket but there is no fruit
The man stabs the sheep but no blood flows
The sacrifice to ancestors and harvest offerings
Are superficial
The woman holds the empty basket
The man stabs a slaughtered sheep—
Just to preserve the forms
A soulless cleaving to the rules
In a marriage built on sand.