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*Sigh*

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(All thanks to Cap for pointing me his way.)

Open season

Listening to Lucy Wainwright-Roche's eponymously titled first full-length CD.  Which I bought because I didn't want to lose any of the tones of her lovely voice to audio compression.  If she sold LPs I probably would have seriously considered buying those.

The words of this song, Open Season, caught my ear. 

(Setting this old-feeling shell of a body to "thrust" as I clean and clean and cook and clean and prepare for Sag's birthday celebrations this weekend.  He seems to be on the other side of the virus this morning.  Phew :-)

 image from Life.

open season

open season on a broken heart
this is the year they take the summer apart
there is a magic to the carnival arts and i can hear the sound


is it the wind through the wonder wheel
is it the science of the way we feel
is it the silence of that old appeal will you be mine again?


my love, my love, are you on a winter beach tonight
waiting on a last chance rocket ride over the boardwalk
follow the noise no one but me and the neighborhood boys
will remember where we were when this went down

the ocean calls us like we've never been
one hundred games that we will never win
close your eyes and hear the teacups spin as it begins to snow


and if you're careful that's not all you'll hear
the mermaids watch us steal a souvenir
and whisper moral warnings in our ears as we are heading home


my love, my love, are you on a winter beach tonight
waiting on a last chance rocket ride over the boardwalk
follow the noise no one but me and the neighborhood boys
will remember where we were when this went down

so take a deeper breath let's hear you sing
and reach your hand out for an iron ring
you'll get another chance oh that's the thing we will be back again


cause summer comes around on any clock
a wash with bathing suits and polka dots
we'll ride the subways to their final stops to see the sea again

The Fogged Clarity

I have a feeling no one reading this cares as much as I do about matt pond PA...or cares much at all, but here's a gem of an acoustic session over at The Fogged Clarity.  Matthew writes and sings about relationships, nature and feeling in a way that keeps me coming back for more and more and more.

Rhapsodizing rhett

"Talking to you, girl, is like long division..."  Loving this song lately.

Here at the right time

"But my love for you was always sure,
The bucket was broken,
But the water was pure..."

On melancholy hill

Love it when a new song swoops in to shift my mood.  Go to YouTube to hear the song/see the video.

On Melancholy Hill/Gorillaz

Up on melancholy hill
There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream

Well you can't get what you want
But you can get me
So let's head out to sea
'Cause you are my medicine
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

So call in the submarine
'round the world we'll go
Does anybody know
If we're looking out on the day
Of another dream

If you can't get what you want
Then come with me

Up on melancholy hill
Sits a manatee, love
Just looking out for the day
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

When you're close to me

Biocentrism

Ooh, I like this post, too.  Never heard of biocentrism.  Sounds interesting.

Yummy excerpt:

This isn't idle philosophy. Science, too, is beginning to grasp the non-linear nature of reality. Heisenberg, the Nobel physicist whose uncertainty principle transformed our understanding of the world, once commented: "Contemporary science, today more than at any previous time, has been forced by nature herself to pose again the question of the possibility of comprehending reality by mental processes." Alas! The evidence has the weight of a boulder. Shall our vision forever flow around it? Experiment (PhysRevLett 49, 91, 1982) after experiment (Nature 459, 683, 2009) continues to show that entangled particles act as if there's no space or time separating them, a result that's intelligible only if we assume the mind transcends the existence of things in space and time.

From this viewpoint, we're not just the collection of cells and molecules classical science describes. Heinz Pagels, the esteemed theoretical physicist, once stated: "If you deny the objectivity of the world, unless you observe it and are conscious of it (as many prominent physicists have), then you end up with solipsism -- the belief that your consciousness is the only one." Although Pagels' conclusion is right, it's not just your consciousness that's the only one, it's ours. "Know in thyself and All one self-same soul," says the old Hindu poem "banish the dream that sunders part from whole." 

According to biocentrism, the mind transcends space and time in that they're its tools, and not the other way around. This conception of reality dissolves away human individuality. "Sometimes," said Thoreau, "as I drift idly on Walden Pond, I cease to live and begin to be." The walls of space and time are illusory. We're all ephemeral forms of an individuality greater than ourselves, eternal even when we die. This is the indispensable prelude to immortality, and its highest form; we're forced to recall the words of the English poet John Donne, "Never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee," and to understand them in a more scientific way.

Remains

These lyrics hanging about me lately:

Remains/matt pond PA

I can't remember which movie taught me purpose
I can't remember which movie taught me pain
I would have been the one baptized in all your water
I would have been the one submerged under your reign

This is not how I want to be forgotten
This is not how I want to leave remains

I'll give you everything that you need
And if you want my blood, then let me bleed
If you want a ghost then that's what I'll be

Was it on Huron when the wind first changed direction
Was it on Franklin when I lost you on the street
All I remember was gray between the cables
The muted pavement could not give me two feet

I'll give you everything that you need
And if you want my blood, then let me bleed
And if you want a ghost then that's what I'll be

You already know what you don't even know
Read the cover, the flap, you just put it back
That's the price we pay for going in all the way
That's the price we pay for going in all the way

If you remain in me, I will remain in you
And if you stay with me, then I will stay with you
If you remain in me, I will remain in you
And if you stay with me, then I will stay with you

Jóga

All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

All that no-one sees,
You see,
What's inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me - confuse,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

Etc.