Sisters of Mercy-Gimme Shelter

 

Someone on YouTube has done a video to go with Sister of Mercy’s cover of the Rolling Stones Gimme Shelter. It’s quite compelling.

 


There’s more writing coming eventually. I’m just kind of exhausted these days. The usual thing…way too many projects, way too many changes to incorporate and not nearly enough time. I feel like an espresso machine with the hot water being forced through and these little dribs and drabs of coffee spewing out at random intervals. If I believed in a big barista in the sky I’d as them to ease up somewhat.Coffee cup

I am drinking tea (with milk and cardamom) as I write this so I don’t think a big sky barista can handle that, it’s slowly warmed til boiling (twice) not pressurized. Popular caffeine drinks can encompass world views as much as anything else. That’s The Anthropology of Caffeine Preferences in brief.Coffee cup

Cheers.Coffee cup

By NellaLou Tagged

…how sea lions swim in cursive

Enjoying this music.

Sage Francis – Sea Lion (Feat Alias, Will Oldham & Saul Williams)

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

Ma, Ma–look what i did, Ma. Look what i did to my hands, I broke ‘em.
You gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn’t say how to hold ‘em.
Didn’t say to give away every piece of the puzzle ’til i was left with nothin’.
But i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust.
Get in the bus. Hop in the van. Jump in the water. Crawl to the land.
Build another castle out of sand. Break it down and then get into the saddle again.
I’m going city to city – i’m already lost. Tell the boss who is new in town.
I’ll ride this horse ’til it it bucks me off and i’m forced to shoot it down.
I’ll take him out for some gasoline. Trade this cow for some magic beans.
Gonna make mom proud of the deals that I made, ’cause I’m just a modern day Johnny Appleseed
But i’m glad that I never passed the genes, and I never put down the axe.
Piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face.
‘Cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap
the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees
when he hears certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. Ahhhhhh.
I don’t need your “go ahead” to go ahead. No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy,
but sweet jesus who wants to sleep with me?
Way too many moves to learn. Not enough people to put ‘em on.
Look it, mom! No hands. I built this suit of armor with wooden arms.

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

Oh God I think I’m dead
I can’t see outside my head
Brains and bloods and cryptic gang men
Czars and warlords breaking bread
Thoughts are thought
What’s said is said
I thought that ‘fore you said it
I didn’t mean to think out loud
My tongue slipped but who let it?
Let it be, let me be, let me go, nah let me out
My manhood nods and whispers when my father screams and shouts
Dear dad I’m sad you’re dead
A new man standing in the pulpit
He bows before a wooden cross and forces praise the culprit
I’m a tenor in the choir but I sing a different song
Of how the wheres and whys of now all prove I don’t belong
But I’m staying I’ve planted seeds and plan to watch them grow
I’ve watered all my wishes dreams fulfilled more seeds to sow
And I promise to learn to love the way I’ve learned to fear
To unknot all the inhibitions tangled in my hair
To let my ego mound in piles around the barber chair
And make a graceful exit from my vexed troubled years
I’ve decided I’ve been invited to my own resort
Where knights can leave their armor neatly piled by the door
And every woman, child, and man will gather by the shore
and study how sea lions swim in cursive

The force of my love was strong. The sea lion lay down long. Song in the air. Why should singer care? When singer can be among song.

By NellaLou Tagged