Showing posts with label Unjustly Obscure Pop Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unjustly Obscure Pop Music. Show all posts

Monday, September 28, 2015

About that lunar eclipse last night...

In our neck of the woods, we had a great view, and were able to snap some impressive (for us) pictures. The kids liked it--especially Louis, who gave me a big hug and thanked me for letting him stay up late.

I'll be posting some of the pictures here later. Yes, we picked up a new Nikon L840--pretty solid camera, and solidly-discounted. Madeleine was able to get good pictures at the George Ezra concert on Saturday, too.

For those of you unfamiliar with the young man's oeuvre, here's a representative sample--Dude has pipes.


Thursday, October 08, 2009

Yeah. This is pretty much how Heather and I started out.



It's lonely here on Skullcrusher Mountain.

Update--for your delectation, the lyrics:

Welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain
I hope that you've enjoyed your stay so far
I see you've met my assistant Scarface
His appearance is quite disturbing
But I assure you he's harmless enough
He's a sweetheart, calls me master
And he has a way of finding pretty things and bringing them to me

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet

I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you
But I get the feeling that you don't like it
What's with all the screaming?
You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don't like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet

Picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine
While up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere
And all the fools who live their foolish lives may find it quite explosive
But it won't mean half as much to me if I don't have you here

You know it isn't easy living here on Skullcrusher Mountain
Maybe you could cut me just a little slack
Would it kill you to be civil?
I've been patient, I've been gracious
And this mountain is covered with wolves
Hear them howling, my hungry children
Maybe you should stay and have another drink and think about me and you

I'm so into you
But I'm way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I'm crazy
I'm not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You'd see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn't kill you yet
I shouldn't kill you yet
I shouldn't kill you yet

Friday, August 24, 2007

Arrivederci.

Call me disruptive,
Say I break your concentration.
Familiar pattern,
Like the waves that break too fast.
What do you when it's so brand new
That it kills you?

Came on too strong,
Couldn't stand it slow,
And now I know
She can knock me back like a champ

Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours.
Call me the looming shapes
of winter's dusk impending

She barely fits inside my head
But I feel something
Every element but one is in my thoughts

Stop traffic as I lie down in your footpath
Like a simile
I paint suggestive pictures
Of me and you.

Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours
Call me the looming shapes
of winter's dusk impending

Call me freaky
Call me childish
Call me Ishmael
Just call me back
Call me back
Call me back
and I'll follow you around

I forget
What my friends look like
And they forget why they like me
But it's an old hat
I'm so happy
I'm so happy
How do you write about that?
How do you write about that?

Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours
Call me the looming shapes
Of winter's dusk impending

Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours
Call me the looming shapes
Of winter's dusk impending.


--Harvey Danger, "Old Hat"

See you in a week or so. More likely than not.

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