I first thought of this song when I heard some advertisement about someone playing at the Orpheum, which of course made my mind wandered to a dream I had about being Alice in a musical Alice in Wonderland that would run at the Orpheum for about two years and about how when it was over I'd end up a STAH. A notion that made me rememeber "In the headlights Of a stretch car You're a star" and so a song by U2 from the Batman Forever, "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" got stuck in my head. I think when I first heard the song I was drawn to its title, which seemed really cool to me (and I later learned kinda related to Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me), and also its connection to the movie. But now the song stands up own its own just with its amazing musicality and amazingly catchy "Hold Me. Thrill Me. Kiss Me. Kill Me." chorus and it's soaring string orchestra at the end is just so dramatic and I always enjoy it.
You don't know how you took it You just know what you got Oh lordy you've been stealing From the thieves and you got caught In the headlights Of a stretch car You're a star
Dressing like your sister Living like a tart They don't know what you're doing Babe, it must be art You're a headache In a suitcase You're a star
Oh no, don't be shy You don't have to go blind Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
You don't know how you got here You just know you want out Believing in yourself Almost as much as you doubt You're a big smash You wear it like a rash Star (I wanna take it)
Oh no, don't be shy It takes a crowd to cry Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me Yeah... Hey!
They want you to be Jesus They'll go down on one knee But they'll want their money back If you're alive at thirty-three And you're turning tricks With your crucifix You're a star
(Oh child)
Of course you're not shy You don't have to deny it love
I really think this was like my favorite U2 era. I don't know, it just seems funner or more playful, things you may be able to see in this video for Your Stuck in My Head Song of the Day- Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by U2
U2-Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me [download] buy it on iTunes
My original plan was to try to list some cocktails that referenced December, but since I couldn't find any (if you know of any, lemme know) I decided to find cocktails that spoke of winter, because Deember is the start of winter and it is the time I usually acknowledge the passing away of Fall. Anywhoo here are a few to that should warm you up during these cold dark winter days. Blah Blah.
Shake with ice and strain Serve in a cocktail glass (4.5 oz)
Winter Caribbean Heat 1 oz Caribbean rum 1 oz Frangelico 6 oz hot chocolate
Combine ingredients in irish coffee mug, fill with hot chocolate. Top with whipped cream and chocolate shavings.
Chiquita Winter Liqueur, banana 2 oz. Rum, coconut 3 oz. Vodka 1 oz. Banana 1 whole (Chiquita) Ice 1 Cup Ice Cream, vanilla 3 scoops Vanilla Extract 3 drops
Add ice cream, rum, vodka, and creme de banana to a blender. Blend until smooth. Add banana and vanilla extract, blend again, and slowly add ice until all is blended smoothly. Serve in a fosted glass and enjoy.
Russian Winter Rum, overproof/151 proof (Bacardi 151) 1/2 oz. Vodka (Smirnoff) 1 oz. Coffee, instant 5 oz. (cold)
Combine all ingredients in a shaker with ice. Mix well and then strain into an ice cold collins glass.
Willy's Warm Winter Irish Cream (Bailey's) 2 oz. Godiva 2 oz. Rum, dark 1 oz. Whipped cream lots
First the rum. Then the bailey's. Warm the Godiva and put it on top of the bailey's. Generous cream to top it all.
Winter Break Pernod 2 oz. Pineapple Juice fill with
Put ice (3 or 4 cubes) in a highball glass. Add the Pernod and fill with pineapple juice.
Winter Breeze Irish Cream (Bailey's) 1 oz. Creme de Cacao, white 1 oz. Liqueur, vanilla 1 oz. Milk Fill with
Combine ingredients in a mug and stir.
Winter Green Dragon Chartreuse, green 1 oz. Rum, overproof/151 proof 1/2 oz. Rumple Minze 1/2 oz.
Put all in a frozen double shot glass and slam!
Winter Hemorrhage Irish Cream (Bailey's) 1/2 oz. Schnapps, peppermint 1 oz.
Pour peppermint schnapps into shot glass, then layer Bailey's.
Winter White Russian Kahlua 1 1/2 oz. Vodka 1 1/2 oz. Ice Cream, vanilla 2-3 cups
Put ice cream, Kahlua, (or you can substitute Kamora), Vodka and about 4 or 5 ice cubes - depending on how thick you like you frozen drinks. Blend together in blender, and enjoy.
Dreamy Chocolate Winter 1 oz Irish cream 1 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur amaretto almond liqueur 6 oz hot chocolate
Pour kahlua and irish cream into a heatproof cup with hot chocolate. Add amaretto, to taste. Stir, and serve.
Dreamy Winter Delight 2 oz Irish cream 6 oz hot chocolate amaretto almond liqueur
Pour irish cream into a heatproof cup with hot chocolate. Add amaretto, to taste. Stir, and serve.
Winter Storm 1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur 1/2 oz triple sec 1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur 1/2 oz sambuca 1/2 oz Frangelico® hazelnut liqueur 4 oz coffee
Mix ingredients in a tall glass over ice, stir and enjoy.
Napoleon’s Mexican Winter 1 1/2 oz Courvoisier® cognac 1 1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur 2 oz light cream
Pour the Kahlua coffee liqueur into a mug, followed by the cream, and then the Courvoisier, and stir them together. Microwave on high for about 30 seconds, and serve.
R.B. Winter 1 oz Southern Comfort® peach liqueur 1 oz amaretto almond liqueur apple juice 1 splash lime juice
Pour southern comfort and amaretto into an ice-filled highball glass. Fill with apple juice, and shake briefly. Add a splash of lime juice, and serve.
Taste of Winter 4 cl Absolut® Citron vodka 1 cl Heering® cherry liqueur 1 cl Galliano® herbal liqueur fill with Schweppes® Russian tonic water
Build in the glass. Plenty of ice cubes
Winter Breeze 1 oz creme de cacao 1 oz vanilla schnapps 1 oz Irish cream milk
Pour liquors into a beer mug, and fill with milk. Stir, and serve.
Winter Garden 2 oz Canadian whisky 1/2 oz peach schnapps 1/4 oz sweet sherry
Shake, strain into a glass filled with crushed ice, and serve.
Winter Parker 3/4 oz amaretto almond liqueur 3/4 oz Irish Mist® herbal liqueur 1/2 oz strawberry schnapps 1/2 oz cherry juice 3 oz pineapple juice 1/2 oz grenadine syrup 1 lime wedge
Pour ingredients into a shaker with ice cubes, shake and strain into an old-fashioned glass. Garnish with a lime wedge, and serve.
Winter Tropic 1 1/2 oz vodka 1 1/2 oz cranberry juice 1 1/2 oz strawberry margarita mix
Pour vodka into a hurricane glass. Add cranberry juice and margarita mix simultaneously, and serve
Winter Wine 35 cl red wine 2 oz cognac 1 pinch cinnamon 1 tbsp honey 2 oz water
Heat in a small saucepan and pour into heat-proof cups just before boiling. Add a slice of lemon to each cup, and serve.
Winter Sparkler 1 lemon 1 lime 1 cup southern comfort 1 cup peach schnapps 2 750 ml brut Champagne 3 peaches 30 whole cloves ice block
Place ice in punch bowl. Squeeze juice of lime and lemon. Add peach schnapps and southern comfort then stir. Pierce peach skin with cloves then add to bowl. Pour champagne and stir gently. Serve in punch glasses (Makes 25 servings).
When I first saw this on Good As You, I was a little wary because most of their videos are used to show homophobia and ignorance to be followed by a refutation and discussion, and so when I saw something labelled Midwest Teen Sex Show I assumed it would be something conservative and negative (my stereotype of the Midwest;sorry) It was anything but, however, and was really really hilarious and lead to a few literal LOLs especially the lesbian coming out to her mom,the retelling of the disappointment of Scott's coming out being far less than melodramatic (yeah that happened to me too), and the girl lying in his bed in boxers. But it is tremendous and these girls are rather fabulous. (and the blonde actress I really thought was Julie from the Real World New Orleans)
A pair of artists at the New York Public Library main branch have put up an installation of high ranking Bush Administration officials, and "their mugshots." "The exhibit, "Line Up," is the work of artists Nora Ligorano and Marshall Reese. Each Bush administration member clutches a clapboard, as in a standard mug shot, with the date of his "arrest" - a day when each made "incriminating" statements regarding the Iraq war" Of course it is controversial but I enjoyed it, and we all know this administration is criminal so there was some small sense of satisfication in saying them punished by the law they continually believe they are above. And hopefully this could some day happen in real life.
did Scooter Libby (y'know, in real life) not have to take a mug shot? Because I can't find one and that is incredibly disappointing :(
A new hip thing is for twenty somethings to go out and watch science experiments while drinking the night away, or that's what I got from this article in the New York Times. it's like Mr. Science meets Captain Morgan. I think I want in.
Surprise in a Can- 'These bizarre beverages aptly titled 'Anything' and 'Whatever' because that is precisely what you get. All the labels from Singapore marketing company, Out of the Box, look the same, but the content is a surprise each time." It's always better when it's a surprise. I just hope there are no gag flavors- that would not be ok.
1. Add the gin, Carpano Antica, maraschino liqueur and orange bitters to a mixing glass filled with ice. Stir and strain into a chilled coupe. 2. To make an orange twist, use a channel or paring knife to cut a thin strip of orange peel 2 to 3 inches long. Twist the peel into a "spring" shape over the finished drink to release the oils and drop the twist into the drink.
Pour the gin, elderflower liqueur, simple syrup and lemon juice into a shaker filled with ice. Shake, then strain into a chilled coupe.
Horseradish and Pomegranate Margarita
1 1/2 ounces horseradish-infused tequila 1/4 ounce Cointreau 3/4 ounce freshly squeezed lime juice 1/4 ounce simple syrup 1/2 ounce pomegranate juice (freshly squeezed or POM Wonderful)
Pour the tequila, Cointreau, lime juice, simple syrup and pomegranate juice into a shaker. Shake. Pour into a glass with ice. Add a lime wedge for garnish.
Along that same path the New York Times had a piece entitled Cracking the Code of the Zombie about a man who " sees his mission as elevating the lowly reputation of umbrella drinks to their rightful standing." Here are some tiki recipes from that article
Zombie Punch 3/4 ounce lime juice 1/2 ounce white grapefruit juice1/4 ounce cinnamon syrup (see note) 1/2 ounce falernum (see note) 1 1/2 ounces dark Jamaican rum, such as Appleton Estate V/X 1 1/2 ounces gold rum, such as Cruzan 5-year-old 1 ounce 151-proof Lemon Hart Demerara rum Dash Angostura bitters 6 drops ( 1/8 teaspoon) Herbsaint or Pernod 1 teaspoon grenadine 3/4 cup crushed ice.
Put everything into a blender. Blend at high speed for 5 seconds. Pour into a highball glass and add ice cubes to fill. Decorate with sliced fruit or berries and a mint sprig.
Beachbum Berry’s Zombie 3/4 ounce lime juice 1 ounce white grapefruit juice 1/2 ounce cinnamon-infused sugar syrup (see note) 1/2 ounce Bacardi 151 rum 1 ounce dark Jamaican rum Sliced fruit and mint for garnish.
Shake all ingredients well with ice cubes. Strain into a highball glass filled with ice. Garnish with fruit and a mint sprig.
Beachbum’s Own 3/4 ounce lemon juice 3/4 ounce pineapple juice 3/4 ounce orange juice 3/4 ounce passion fruit syrup (see note) 3/4 ounce Cuarenta Y Tres liqueur (Licor 43) 1 1/4 ounces smoky, medium-bodied rum such as Lemon Hart Demerara, El Dorado, Pampero or Mount Gay Extra Old 1 1/2 ounces light rum, such as Cruzan 2-year-old.
Pour all ingredients into a shaker with plenty of ice and shake well. Pour, ice and all, into a double old-fashioned glass.
Pour all ingredients into a shaker with plenty of ice and shake well. Strain into a cocktail glass.
Hot Coffee Grog 1 sugar cube or 1 heaping teaspoon sugar 1 teaspoon honey 1 teaspoon unsalted butter Pinch of grated nutmeg Pinch of ground clove Pinch of powdered cinnamon 3 strips orange peel, about 1/2-inch wide 1 strip grapefruit peel, about 1/2-inch wide 6 ounces steaming hot coffee 1 ounce dark Jamaican rum, such as Appleton Estate V/X 2 drops vanilla extract
Cinnamon stick. Place all ingredients in a heatproof glass or mug and stir until butter melts and sugar dissolves.
The San Francisco Chronicle (awhile back) had an article on Resurrecting Spirits about a growing trend of trying to make historically accurate cocktail. A pair recipes from it
Atty Cocktail 3/4 ounce Noilly Prat dry vermouth 1 1/2 ounces gin (Boodles, Aviation or Beefeater recommended) 1 teaspoon Rothman & Winter creme de violette 1 teaspoon spoon Lucid absinthe Lemon twist Instructions: In a mixing glass 2/3 full of ice, add the vermouth, gin, creme de violette and absinthe. Stir well and then strain into cocktail glass. Squeeze a lemon twist on top and drop it into the drink.
Swedish Punsch 1 1/2 ounce Batavia Arrack 1 ounce Demerara rum 1 ounce lemon juice 3/4 ounces Martinique syrup (or substitute 3 parts good raw sugar to 1 part water) About four strokes freshly grated nutmeg 1 1/2 ounces Champagne Instructions: Combine the Batavia Arrack, Demerara rum, lemon juice, Martinique syrup and nutmeg in a cocktail shaker. Shake well and pour into into a sherry glass and top with Champagne.
or, depending on what cosmetics they were wearing "A Big MAC Attack" I saw this on Best Week Ever this morning and it was too amazing not to post. Last Sunday a few transvestites (or drag queens; there is some discrepancy) decided I guess, that they did not like the service at a McDonald's Drive Thru in Memphis and so they took matters into their (presumably) well manicured hands.
My favorite part has to be the mention of the "kicking off of the stiletto boots, hoop earrings and jackets;" that definitely means go time. How come nothing that exciting happens at any McDonald's near me? Especially late one drunken night- that would be a-maz-ing. I mean that may have been the most spectacular thing to happen at a McDonald's since a paralyzed boy befriended an alien and had to keep him away from evil government agents
or maybe since some Michael Alig and the Club Kids took one over
i'm lovin' it! 我就喜欢 我就喜歡 ich liebe es أنا أحبه اكيد بحبه c’est tout ce que j’aime c’est ça que j’m love ko ‘to me encanta me encanta todo eso amo muito tudo isso işte bunu seviyorum вот что я люблю я це люблю man tas patīk Jag älskar det
Here is Mike Gravel with a video protesting his exclusion for the recent Democratic Debates. It is obviousl John Lennon inspired and though the background images look like something from a 1970s Saturday morning cartoon, or Schoolhouse Rock I really did like the song and agree with the message so here it is.
I actually liked it so much I transcribed the lyrics; dropping knowledge, yo
Everybody talking ‘bout politicians, politicians Politicians? Politicians? Nepotism. Patriotism Jingoism Jingoism Phony Patriotism is Jingoism Why won’t you let me say what I want to say? Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Everybody taling ‘bout Fascism, Fascism Militarism, Fanaticism, Terrorism, Terrorism Despotism Despotism Fear Fear Fear Islamofascism, American Imperialism American Imperialism Harms Way Harms Way Why won’t you let me say what I want to say? Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Everybody talking ‘bout Pollution, Solution Revolution, Evolution Evolution, Revolution Freedom of Speech Freedom to be who You Are The Constitution. Why won’t you let me say what I want to say? Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Everybody talking ‘bout Corporate Censorship Corporate Censorship Party Censorship Parties and Censorship Why? Why are they Afraid of the Truth? Ripped Off Ripped Off Why won’t you let me say what I want to say? Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Power to the People, Power to the People Give Peace a Chance
Why won’t you let me say what I want to say? Power to the People, Give Peace a Chance
Power to the People, Power to the People Give Peace a Chance
And if you don't remember or know what this was obviously inspired by here's John Lennon's Give Peace a Chance (lyrics here), with a secondary influence by John Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band "Power to the People" (lyrics) and that saxophone sounds really familiar but I just can't place it.
Free Mike Gravel!!! I can’t believe I had forgotten about him...
Aside from the occasional thrashing, Justice Clarence Thomas of the Supreme Court has mostly kept his thoughts during oral arguments to himself. He’s also kept his reasons for staying quiet to himself On Wednesday night, a question about his lack of questions came up at an appearance i
“My colleagues should shut up!,” he said in a line that probably sounds worse in print — he suggested it was meant as a joke. But his point remained in later comments.
“I think that they should ask questions,” he explained, “but I don’t think that for judging, and for what we are doing, all those questions are necessary.
[snip] Mr. Thomas argued that it wasn’t always like that, and that history was on his side. Justice Thomas “noted that through history, most top judges rarely asked questions,” “What’s changed? Have the laws changed? What’s changed? And why are all these questions necessary? That should be the question.”
According to the article, Justice Thomas hasn't said a word during oral arguments since February of 2006.
When I read this article and I heard him ask "if all those questions are necessary" I was incredulous. I know it is not nearly the same thing but I was a judge for the Moot Court Tournament for three years at Duke where we would have to judge constitutional cases and there would be no way, if the whole panel didn't ask a question that we would have come to any correct decisions. And so I would have to say yeah those questions are necessary, just a little. Anyone can get up and say anything unchallenged but when you ask them a question from a different angle perhaps in a way they've never seen before you can actually measure the nuance and subtlety of their arguments. If it holds up to challenge then it is far more legitimate than having each side recite their speaking points and being awed by who talks prettier or sounds smarter. (and to be philosophical for a sec: no one is told the truth, they have to ask and poke around and discover it, and not just accept the word of another.) I always assumed he never spoke because he was basically, in my mind, Scalia's lap dog something that implies a basic level of incompetence for The Court and I accepted that (can't really change it; why worry?) But to try to justify not talking by basically saying who needs questions? who needs clarification? who needs... it is truly maddening.
And yeah maybe history is on his side (it's friday, I'm not doing Supreme Court historical research, dammit) but the history of the Court also said seperate but equal was a legitimate standard for 58 years so....maybe times change and the things that are necessary on the highest court in the land.
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Knitting circles are supposed to be places for gossip right? Anyway I saw this on Queerty this morning and I was immediately hooked and intrigued
This successful rapper has drawn headlines in the past over his alleged homosexual acts. Since the start of his career rumors have swirled that he plays for the other team. However in a recent interview, when asked about if there are any misconceptions about him that he would like to clear up he immediately defended himself calling the rumors nonsense. This particular MC burst on the scene with a catchy tune that had everyone using his trademark accent.However after three albums his celebrity star has seemed to have descended.
He had a bitter battle with another popular rapper and even accused said rapper of shady business practices. But has since resolved all issues with said rapper. This particular hip-hop star has delved into creating a female fashion line, which have further spread the gay rumor.
No matter how much he tries to deny the gay rumors theres [sic] a certain tattoo that seems to haunt him when people see it.
It was originally posted here asking the question "Which Rapper is Denying Gay Rumors?" and according to the comments people seem to think it's either Nelly, Chingy or The Game. Well through my extensive knowledge and minutes upon minutes of research I want to try to deduce the identity. My original and pretty immediate guess was Nelly, fyi.
Since the start of his career rumors have swirled that he plays for the other team: A lot of people seem to think that Chingy's gay or at least bisexual. I really can't find anything for Nelly or The Game. A Red stripe for Chingy
This particular MC burst on the scene with a catchy tune that had everyone using his trademark accent: Nelly's first hit was Country Grammar and I remember there being maybe an accent, though I'm not sure if it could be considered "trademark" worthy. The Game is from L.A. and we usually don't have accents plus his opening single wasn't anywhere near as catchy as Nelly or Chingy. Chingy's first single (and the only one I know by him) was Right Thurr and I remember everyone everyone doing that "thurr" thing. It was annoying. An Orange stripe for Chingy
However after three albums his celebrity star has seemed to have descended: This one I had a little trouble with, interpretation wise. Did it mean after the first big album he had three subpar albums? two subpar albums? For Nelly I remember his second album being a monster, Nellyville, and he's only release two other albums since then (with another supposedly being released within a week or two) for a total of 4+1 and, at least in my mind, his celebrity has dipped. The Game has only released two albums, so that should maybe disqualify him (though he did make really homophobic statements so, maybe self hating a bit?) Chingy has released three albums with a fourth due by the end of the year. Hmm. Matches up well. That's a Yellow stripe for Chingy
He had a bitter battle with another popular rapper and even accused said rapper of shady business practices. But has since resolved all issues with said rapper: All of them have had beefs- Nelly with Eminem and KRS-One, Chingy was in a feud with Nelly and Ludacris. The Game with...just about everyone really. Though i haven't found any mention to business dealing so far for any of them. [UPDATE: Upon further research Chingy accused DTP of mismanaging his money. Winner.] A Green stripe for Chingy
and we all know what red orange yellow green blue and purple in that order makes
Well, that was surprisingly one sided. All that's left to do is appear on the cover of Vibe (and hang out with Bow Wow.) Chingy has totally won today's gay sweepstakes. (and this was soo much fun, I'm a little embarrassed.)
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This is another of the infamous Censored Eleven cartoons. 1936's "Sunday Go to Meetin' Time" and from the wikipedia description you can learn that
The plot follows the misadventures of a black man in the stereotypical minstrel show and coon song mold...Sunday Go to Meetin' Time has a religious and racist theme. This is because "churches were more easily portrayed in predominantly black settings due to the vivacity of their worship rituals." Instead of celebrating these customs, however, the film ridicules them. Ringing bells in a lazy town announce that it is time to go to church. A black preacher with caricatured enormous lips greets his parisioners as he sings the song for which the short is named. A minstrel show dandy and his gal jazz up the song as they dance their way to church. A succession of gags featuring stereotyped black characters follows: A mammy and old uncle shine the heads of pickanniny children; a woman steals a bra off a clothesline to use as a bonnet for her twin children. Lindvall notes that mammies were "ubiquitous in films dealing with black culture"
Yeah it is pretty offensive but, saldy over the course of this "series" I think I'm getting a little immune to the racism of back then. I mean all the stereotypes that are seen are the same- dice playing, southern dialect, black skin, big white lips, dumb and lazy. But of course I have a higher threshold. See if this gets your goat
Happy Birthday Vin Scully! You truly is the Voice of God. I hate listening to Dodger games without him and to me, and I'm sure a lot of people, one of the first things they think of when they hear "Dodgers" is Vin Scully. And I can't imagine a world with you. May you live forever and stay forever young! Here is his call from the 9th inning of Sandy Koufax's 1965 perfect game, a call which has been called poetic and perfect(you should be able to listen to it here)
Three times in his sensational career has Sandy Koufax walked out to the mound to pitch a fateful ninth where he turned in a no-hitter. But tonight, September the ninth, nineteen hundred and sixty-five, he made the toughest walk of his career, I'm sure, because through eight innings he has pitched a perfect game. He has struck out eleven, he has retired twenty-four consecutive batters, and the first man he will look at is catcher Chris Krug, big right-hand hitter, flied to second, grounded to short. Dick Tracewski is now at second base and Koufax ready and delivers: curveball for a strike.
"O" and one the count to Chris Krug. Out on deck to pinch-hit is one of the men we mentioned earlier as a possible, Joey Amalfitano. Here's the strike one pitch to Krug: fastball, swung on and missed, strike two. And you can almost taste the pressure now. Koufax lifted his cap, ran his fingers through his black hair, then pulled the cap back down, fussing at the bill. Krug must feel it too as he backs out, heaves a sigh, took off his helmet, put it back on and steps back up to the plate. Tracewski is over to his right to fill up the middle, (John) Kennedy is deep to guard the line. The strike two pitch on the way: fastball, outside, ball one. Krug started to go after it and held up and Torborg held the ball high in the air trying to convince Vargo (the umpire) but Eddie said no sir. One and two the count to Chris Krug. It is 9:41 p.m. on September the ninth. The one-two pitch on the way: curveball, tapped foul off to the left of the plate.
The Dodgers defensively in this spine-tingling moment: Sandy Koufax and Jeff Torborg. The boys who will try and stop anything hit their way: Wes Parker, Dick Tracewski, Maury Wills and John Kennedy; the outfield of Lou Johnson, Willie Davis and Ron Fairly. And there's twenty-nine thousand people in the ballpark and a million butterflies. Twenty nine thousand, one hundred and thirty-nine paid.
Koufax into his windup and the one-two pitch: fastball, fouled back out of play. In the Dodger dugout Al Ferrara gets up and walks down near the runway, and it begins to get tough to be a teammate and sit in the dugout and have to watch. Sandy back of the rubber, now toes it. All the boys in the bullpen straining to get a better look as they look through the wire fence in left field. One and two the count to Chris Krug. Koufax, feet together, now to his windup and the one-two pitch: fastball outside, ball two. (Crowd booing on the tape.)
A lot of people in the ballpark now are starting to see the pitches with their hearts. The pitch was outside, Torborg tried to pull it over the plate but Vargo, an experienced umpire, wouldn't go for it. Two and two the count to Chris Krug. Sandy reading signs, into his windup, two-two pitch: fastball, got him swinging.
Sandy Koufax has struck out twelve. He is two outs away from a perfect game.
Here is Joe Amalfitano to pinch-hit for Don Kessinger. Amalfitano is from Southern California, from San Pedro. He was an original bonus boy with the Giants. Joey's been around, and as we mentioned earlier, he has helped to beat the Dodgers twice, and on deck is Harvey Kuenn. Kennedy is tight to the bag at third, the fastball, a strike. "O" and one with one out in the ninth inning, one to nothing, Dodgers. Sandy reading, into his windup and the strike one pitch: curveball, tapped foul, "O" and two. And Amalfitano walks away and shakes himself a little bit, and swings the bat. And Koufax with a new ball, takes a hitch at his belt and walks behind the mound.
I would think that the mound at Dodger Stadium right now is the loneliest place in the world. Sandy fussing, looks in to get his sign, "O" and two to Amalfitano. The strike two pitch to Joe: fastball, swung on and missed, strike three. He is one out away from the promised land, and Harvey Kuenn is comin' up.
So Harvey Kuenn is batting for Bob Hendley. The time on the scoreboard is 9:44. The date, September the ninth, nineteen-sixty-five, and Koufax working on veteran Harvey Kuenn. Sandy into his windup and the pitch, a fastball for a strike. He has struck out, by the way, five consecutive batters, and that's gone unnoticed. Sandy ready and the strike one pitch: very high, and he lost his hat. He really forced that one. That's only the second time tonight where I have had the feeling that Sandy threw instead of pitched, trying to get that little extra, and that time he tried so hard his hat fell off — he took an extremely long stride to the plate — and Torborg had to go up to get it.
One and one to Harvey Kuenn. Now he's ready: fastball, high, ball two. You can't blame a man for pushing just a little bit now. Sandy backs off, mops his forehead, runs his left index finger along his forehead, dries it off on his left pants leg. All the while Kuenn just waiting. Now Sandy looks in. Into his windup and the two-one pitch to Kuenn: swung on and missed, strike two. It is 9:46 p.m.
Two and two to Harvey Kuenn, one strike away. Sandy into his windup, here's the pitch:
Swung on and missed, a perfect game.
(Thirty-eight seconds of cheering by the crowd.)
On the scoreboard in right field it is 9:46 p.m. in the City of the Angels, Los Angeles, California. And a crowd of twenty-nine thousand one-hundred thirty nine just sitting in to see the only pitcher in baseball history to hurl four no-hit, no-run games. He has done it four straight years, and now he caps it: On his fourth no-hitter he made it a perfect game. And Sandy Koufax, whose name will always remind you of strikeouts, did it with a flurry. He struck out the last six consecutive batters. So when he wrote his name in capital letters in the record books, that "K" stands out even more than the O-U-F-A-X.
The song I really had in my head the most was Confessions by the Violent Femmes but I was unable to find a halfway decent video (or anything at all besides this) so I guess this is one fo those days where second place finishes in first. And second place is a good one. It's Panic in Detroit by David Bowie. It's such an awesome driving and pumping song and I love the opening line of the lyrics " He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van"- it sucks me in everytime
He looked a lot like Che Guevara, drove a diesel van Kept his gun in quiet seclusion, such a humble man The only survivor of the National People's Gang Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit (oh oh oh aahh, oh oh oh aahh)
He laughed at accidental sirens that broke the evening gloom The police had warned of repercussions They followed none too soon A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive Panic in Detroit, I asked for an autograph He wanted to stay home, I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit (oh oh oh aahh, ah ah ah aahh)
Putting on some clothes I made my way to school (oh oh oh) And I found my teacher crouching in his overalls I screamed and ran to smash my favourite slot machine (oh oh oh) And jumped the silent cars that slept at traffic lights
Having scored a trillion dollars, made a run back home Found him slumped across the table. A gun and me alone I ran to the window. Looked for a plane or two Panic in Detroit. He'd left me an autograph "Let me collect dust." I wish someone would phone Panic in Detroit Panic in Detroit Panic in Detroit
Here's a video taken from a 1976 rehearsal for the Thin White Duke tour (I really think that's my favorite persona of his.) So, enjoy Your Stuck in My Head Song of The Day- Panic in Detroit by David Bowie
I told you I'd try to slut things up and so since my dream last night was really interesting and fun to experience, plus the fact it's stuck with me and I've really had nothing for TMI in weeks, what the hey. Anyway the dream started and I feel like I was working for a local politician in one of the big cities of Australia. She was really attractive and a lesbian but I think she left office or something because I stopped working for her, and she sort of vanished. The next thing I rememeber is moving into like an apartment building filled with some other girls but it was more like a dorm because the showers and bathrooms were communal and so there would be a pretty regular stream of girls leaving it wearing very similar bathrobes made out of what seemed to be taffeta and terry cloth that was a dark coral color. Anyway when I went to the bathroom to take a shower before I could open it I had to hurry back to my room because I had forgotten my robe and it seemed to be like mandatory. And so I made it back to the bathroom and inside was a guy that I felt I knew, maybe we had worked together or something because it was comfortable and fun and mildly flirty. I think he said something like "we're both in here at the same time I guess we have to shower together" which made perfect sense to me. So we get in and I feel he suggested that since we were in their that I "help him out" and so I guess I was either in a very horny or just suppliant mood because I reached for his dick but it was like really small, like even hard it was only like two inches, it only reached to my ring finger and I told him that i couldn't work with that at which point he got out of the shower and, this part is a little hazy but I'm not sure if he turned from a black guy into a guy that looked exactly like Dermot Mulroney (i have no! clue where that came from) or from Dermot Mulroney into a black guy but his cock got huge and so I welcomed him back into the shower. I then proceeded to give him a hand job and then to grind like a stripper against him, and there was a full body mirror right under the showerhead so I could see anything and I saw I looked like Kristen Bell as she looks on Heroes kinda with the bangs and so I was giving Dermot Mulroney a standing up lap dance (if you will.) That scene ended and I found us on the harbor in like a katamaran and we were chasing something , I can't remember what, but Dermot at some point told me that my (former) boss was really attracted to me but she knew I was a guy and so she couldn't do it. And then I was rearranging my place in the most perfect manner that I wish I could remember right now.
No I don't know what it means exactly, though I'm sure it's ripe for interpreattion, but it was one of those dreams that while you're dreaming it it just felt so funa dn awesome.
(ok and the experience of writing this has been so full of deja vu it's a little unsettling.)
Last weekend I was on a bit of a Hamlet kick. I hadn't read the play since maybe 9th or 10th grade but for some reason (cough depression cough) I was drawn to it and realized that it is a really really good play. Or at least that's what I've been told by Cpt. Obvious. And so I decided this would be a good a day as any to post some soliliquies. Reading Hamlet now I think he seems like he's 16 or 17, he's so angsty and totally emo and so seeing these clips from Kenneth Branagh's 1996 version were a little disconcerting (kinda like when I first saw Brangah in something based in modern times after always thinking of him as that guy that made Shakespeare movies)
Anyway here are 5 soliloquies from The Tragical History of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Act 1, Scene 2
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a month-- Let me not think on't--Frailty, thy name is woman!-- A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears:--why she, even she-- O, God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer--married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month: Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good: But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.
Act 1, Scene 5
O all you host of heaven! O earth! what else? And shall I couple hell? O, fie! Hold, hold, my heart; And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven! O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,--meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark
Act 2, Scene 2
Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play 's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
(and here is my other favorite part from this scene as done in Withnail & I)
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so
And here is the most famous monologue in history. And I think that it is so famous and ubiqutous making it overrated that it's so overrated that it's underrated. I mean I didn't look at it for years just because everyone thinks they know it or have heard it before but ...it's fucking amazing. Just read closely those words
Act 3, Scene 1
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
Act 4, Scene 4
How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me: Witness this army of such mass and charge Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake. How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
I'm not sure who exactly this girl is, or why she's famous but I think this answers the question "Is our children learning?"
We really need to work on our shameful shortage of maps. Though to her credit the EU does seem to be melding Europe in a single country. And France isn't really a country so much as a collection of people waiting to go on strike and riot. And she seems sassy and has a cute accent so... she has that going for her, which is nice
These tilt shift photos look so cool and actually dolike small scale models. It's so weird. I would love if I were able to do it, but I don't know how I'd learn. Oh wait there's a youtube how to. Amazing (I <3 the free flow of information and handy video clips)
"A new game show from Fox will pit contestants against a lie detector. All you have to do is truthfully answer questions like "Have you ever cheated on your wife?" in front of a studio audience, and you, could win up to $500,000" It's called The Moment of Truth and I kinda want to go on it-I feel I'd be amazing. I mean I have nothing really to hide or lie about and I'm rather shameless, especially if I were to imbibe a bit beforehand.
The Japanese have created a robot that laughs. All I want is when our Robot Overlords assume control is that the end comes quickly (and at first I thought my fear of robots evolving was kind of a joke but somehow it has become serious and frightening.) [UPDATE 11/30: And apparently the Japanese have also created a robot that feels pain. Doesn't anyone else see where this is heading?]
Eliza Dushku who I absolutely loved loved loved as Faith on Buffy is starring in a movie about "group sex" called "Sex & Breakfast" (I wonder which came first.) Apparently it's not lurid or anything but is provocative and I want to see it so I can support her now that she's all grown up (and I did not realize she was only 26)
Another movie I want to see is "The 13th Disciple" a film that apparently gives Jesus an evil twin. It's blasphemous enough it might just work (and kinda reminds me of a movie idea I thought of during a long road trip about making a movie about the life of the Prophet Mohammad starring a Japanese lesbian, or something like that.)
Have I been able to hide my excitement about the impending return of Futurama? Well that's because (I kinda forgot about it till reading this article) I didn't want to get too excited and have it yoinked away again from some show like The Moment of Truth.
Awake starring Hayden Christensen, Terence Howard, Jessica Alba and the guy who dumped Michelle Pfeiffer (and I actually kinda wanna see this just to figure out how the doctors will benefit by Hayden's death. It seems like a cool plot idea)
*including Thursday of course. And I almost forgot all about this
Thursday
Metal:A Headbanger's Journey "[follows] Canadian anthropologist and metal enthusiast Sam Dunn as he travels the world on a quest to understand the origins and controversies of the genre at Silent Movie Theatre"
“The 7th Annual Attack of the 50 Foot Reels” at the Egyptian“Twenty filmmakers compete with this challenge: shoot one 50-foot cartridge of super 8 film, edit entirely in-camera, and create your own original soundtrack without seeing the film. Flicker then assembles the bits and pieces, without the filmmakers seeing the final product until tonight, when the results are revealed."
Grindhouse Film Festival Presents She Freak at the New Beverly
Stardust and Empty Wagons: Stories From the Katrina Diaspora "Cut from the same cloth as "The Laramie Project" and other interview-based stage docu-dramas, Ellen Gavin's "Stardust and Empty Wagons" assembles testimony from displaced New Orleans residents. Their tales of Hurricane Katrina's destruction, difficult personal flights and our government's failure to properly rebuild sport the inevitable power of real-life disaster reportage" at the Brava Theater Center
“Fusion: The 5th Los Angeles LGBT of Color Film Festival” at the Egyptian Theater Fusion 2007, a “consciously multiracial, gender-inclusive arts event” marrying film, music, spoken word, performance, panels and workshops kicks off with its opening gala, featuring short films of “inspiring personal journeys and the exuberance of youth,” including Dee Rees’ Pariah, Cinzia’s The Matchmaker, Cherien Dabis’ Make A Wish, Nick Oceano’s El Primo, and Soman Chainani’s Kali M (continues all weekend)
“Ninth Annual Nihilist Film Fest” at Track 16 "Ninety minutes of twisted independent short-film nothingness, “ranging from troubling to hilarious” and “profound to completely silly.”
Young, Jewish and Left” a new doc examining “race, queerness, spirituality, Zionism, resistance, justice and liberation,” featuring progressive community organizers, playwrights, artists and rabbis” at the Workmen’s Circle
After that last post I feel I need something pure and innocent and good to counteract the evil of the Republican Party and so I remembered a video from earlier this morning. After the Bud Light "Dude" commercial played a set of realted videos showed up and one seemed so random I clicked on it. It's called "This Movie is About Cats Flying" and it is a little frightening
While I was watching I read the description and it piqued my interest more. You see "This story is about cats flying." Based on this sentence by 8 year-old Jah-Kym McMillan, and adapted into a film short by The Story Pirates - a non-profit company that promotes a love of creative writing. The Striking Viking Story Pirates (www.storypirates.com) adapt and perform stories written by kids as a way of celebrating the words and ideas of young people."
It seemed like such a great and fun idea, and I'm sure it must give the authors and their families such a thrill that I started watching most of the videos that they've posted out of happiness and so I thought you should enjoy them as well. Here is "Abby is Sile" written by 6 year old Sofia Morales-Bello Barcelo
(And you may have noticied as I did that Abby looks familiar. So I checked out the Pirates' bios and found out it's Kristen Schaal the one fan of Flight of The Conchords.) The Day I Got My Head Stuck in A Barstool written by 4th grader Russel Kay (from the stage show)
"Teddy Bear Cottage" by Eli Land, age 4.
Fourth Grader Michael Breen's "Giant Bugs 2"
And finally, from Madeline Desrochets "I Love You The Best" (because that's what I do!)
(I think at this age I wrote stories about murderous robots and monkeys moving to the city- this kids are far more well adjusted than I) This totally had to have been my most kid friendly post ever,btw; I'll try to slut it up later...
Over the past few days I had in my head that if somehow Barack were to get the nomination I would have to vote for the Republican candidate (apparently a boast I made a few months back according to my friends.) And yes I still can't fully explain my animus towards Obama but I think its irrationality makes it even more powerful. So I was kinda excited about when I heard about the debate because I felt that there would be a lot of republicans yelling at each other. Then I actually watched the Republican Youtube debate last night and besides the fact I was surprised that Duncan Hunter was still running and that Freddie had a few good one liners (second lines were a lot harder)...it was just soo maddening I actually yelled at the television a few times (I usually keep my head more level and emotions in check when I deal with politics so it was really surprising.) But all of their answers were just meant to show that they were more of "a man" and macho than the other candidates. It was a broadcast pissing match with potentially the next "Leader of The Free World" as a prize. The questions, or at least a good number of them were so infuriating and the Panel of White Men and their trying to fit their responses into the rubric of what was expected "Christian/Small government/Hawkish" made me just nauseous. These questions kinda summed up everything I hate about Republicans the crowd last night and just the Macho Man mentality. (You can see all of the questions from the debate here) How Many Guns Do You Own?
Is Waterboarding Torture? (Romney if really just a fucking moron and should really shut his mouth)
I really hated that crowd and the notion that he was "a plant" and so.. what? Does that reduce the legitimacy of the question? And our military was segregated for far more than 15 years and that sure as hell wasn't working. And I think Duncan Hunter just said gays shouldn't serve openly because conservatives are dumb an don't want their sensibilities offended. Because I'm sure they'd rather worry about if the guy watching their back from snipers has sex with men thousands of miles away, than whether he is the best qualified man and will help to make sure all of them come back alive. Oh and of course Huckabee wants the support of the Log Cabin republicans but doesn't wasn't them to be able to get married (and of course they're still going to hell) And they're against going to mars or the space program, because only Republicans could be against Hope and new frontiers. They're still all lacking "that vision thing"
The only person who made any sense and I could see myself hypothetically voting for was John Mccain. Butit's all so upsetting it makes me angry right now. seriously if our next president is a republican this whole world is fucked
I really love beer commercials. For the most part they're always really hilarious and don't require too much. And a lot of the times they're so funny because you recognize a part of yourself in them. Like in the new genius commercials from Bud Light "Dude." I'll admit that I've used Dude in almost all of these settings but it is so true and gets your point across (mainly about violating social norms or as an interjection used when you don't want to point out too explicitly what the offender has done, or something like that jazz) It's hilarious and brilliant and I love it
I could watch that like ten times in a row and I'm sure I'd still have this smile on my face
On the polar opposite from that is this commercial from, I guess, De Beers with their masterful slogan "A Diamond is Forever", and though I've never been that big a fan of diamonds, (sure I love shiny but they've caused way too much hurt to the people who actually mine them and are all controlled by these diamond cartels that control the release and supply to artificially inflate the price, leading to a Facebook group that I think I'm a member of "Diamonds Are A Greedy Pig's Best Friend") I have to admit that this time of year I do enjoy the warm and fuzzy glow of their commercials, with snow and lights and love and happiness. Really makes me happy. Shut up, I'm allowed to be girly. Anyway here it is a commercial about he universal language of love (and/or shiny)
The song in this commercial I liked a lot and so I prepared myself for those grueling minutes of research to try to find out what it was. But luckily it didn't take nearly as long as I feared (thanks to Release the Stars) It's by Landon Pigg and the song is "Falling in Love At A Coffee Shop." According to his website the song was released on the 19th of November (so it's hella new.) Though I'm not crazy over his name the song is really beautiful and delicate and of course the feelings behind it are truly universal (unless you operate in a world where the language of "Dude" is a vernacular and not a lingua franca)
i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you yes theres a chance that i’ve fallen quite hard over you. i’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down i want to come to
i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you
no one understands me quite like you do through all of the shadowy corners of me
i never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop i love so much all of the while i never knew i never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop i love so much all of the while i never knew
i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you
yes theres a chance that i’ve fallen quite hard over you. i’ve seen the waters that make your eyes shine now i’m shining too
because oh because i’ve fallen quite hard over over you
if i didn’t know you, i’d rather not know if i couldn’t have you, i’d rather be alone
i never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop i love so much all of the while i never knew i never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop i love so much all of the while, i never knew
all of the while , all of the while…
Landon Pigg- Falling in Love At A Coffee Shop [download]
