Brain, be gentle.
Burnout, more than reading, is fundamental
and I don't have the fundamentals to post with aplomb
or plumb depths resurrected, charmingly,
so blinded by plumage rising and set alight.
Flesh tingles, spangled
with tongues of fire.
No, no, that's fair
that's falling from spires,
nothing less.
Sit back and watch it burn, burn!
for ash comforts wandered, spent excess comfortably.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The art of a soft landing
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Haven't heard of the band, but sort of reminds me of 4AD's "This Mortal Coil" experiments back in the mid and late 80's.
Cool.
Graves, you swine!
I think when you said, "Sit back and watch it burn, burn!"
...what you really meant was, "Burn, baby, burn! Disco Inferno!"
Now THAT was a song!
Regards,
Tengrain
I think Tengrain and I should sit around and heckle you all day like Statler and Waldorf on the Muppets.
I love this song.
Fits my mood today. :)
I'm not sure if your poem is about Blogging but that is the vibe I'm getting from it.
I love what you post Randal... it's all great.
I don't want any snark in return. THank you! :P
((Hugs))
Laura
Randal you make snark a form of art. Thou goest and maketh the funnies so droll, so dry! But be gentle with our feelings, for our brains get taxed exceedingly. Lo, yonder comes the bus--GOODBYE.
Doesn't work for me.
It's almost as boring as an hour spent in front of the TV with Jay Leno. A piece of music like this begs for a female singer like Marianne Faithful to sell it.
OK, I'm lost. Have to agree with Christopher on the tune.
kvatch, one of the dudes (who has since left) was in UK doomsters Anathema, but plies this kind of mellow stuff these days.
tengrain, hell no, I meant this!
übermilf, like you two would have the endurance to sit through hour after hour of the blackest, deathiest metal.
sunshine, no snark? Now what the hell am I supposed to type?
liberality, I'm going to steal that!
christopher, Leno? That's a low blow, man. But I know you all are simply jonesing for more metal.
tomcat, that's alright, I'm lost, too. Thus, this post.
Finally...its about time your post went up. Hey...there's no such thing as Blogger burnout, that's just a slacker's excuse.
Sit back and watch it burn, burn!
for ash comforts wandered, spent excess comfortably.
Crap..that reminds me, I have meatballs browning on the stove and they're gonna burn if I don't quit reading blogs.
Liar. You meant this
Ubermilf - Now you're talking. Right up my alley.
Randal - No ideas? Ha from a guy with a word data base that would make Webster blush. Okay then just sit there, set yourself on fire and burn baby burn.
Now where's my copy of the Jingle Cats?
The most interesting thing on television is Mike Rowe from Discovery Channel's Dirty Jobs who is chopping dead salmon in half and the kids are constantly wanting to be taken to friends houses while the wife is calling about last minute Christmas ideas. Right now I could use some quiet burn out time.
nunly, hey man, I've got real life burnout, but since I like booze and complaining, I'm hoping to live to be 179.
You better be making a batch of meatballs for me!
übermilf, the fact that you are aware of such a vast array of vile music leads me, sadly, to conclude that you are either worthy of a straitjacket or a robot.
demeur, set myself on fire? When there are so many evil institutions that des - wait, I gotta get up, don't I.
BB, that's disturbing teevee and can only mean that you're still working that psycho shift. Congratulations on warding off a three-state killing spree so far.
Randal-
Christmas menu is as follows:
Wine-choice of Merlot or Bianco di Custoza
Salad-Light citrus salad
Escarole and white bean soup with Italian sausage
Homemade ravioli--meat or cheese
Meatballs/Sausage
Braciole
Dessert:
Wine: Sweet Malvasia
Brie with orange fig spread Camembert with blackberry and wine spread
various fruits, grapes, pears, etc.
Homemade canoli
Various Christmas cookies
So...when will you be showing up for dinner?
Graves, you swine!
Now this is music, and the band is wearing what we in SF call a full-Cleveland: white shoes and belt.
Regards,
Tengrain
nunly, what the hell, you don't go all out, you go overboard, then over the falls in a barrel. We just go over other people's homes and eat their food.
tengrain, belts are only for those who wear pants.
What the heck does "spangled" mean, anyway?
Whatever it means, I call dibs on Randal spangling me with his tongue of fire. That's how it works, right?
Happy Ho-days!
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