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Today I finished Connected while waiting in the hospital lobby as my grandmother got another biopsy for ovarian cancer.  The cover of that book fits the lyrics of this song.

Open the Floodgates and Supercollider

I’m reposting these songs, this time with lyrics.  I can’t help but think how amazing Supercollider would sound with the full band.

Open The Floodgates
Don’t bore us
Get in the chorus
Open the floodgates

We want the good bits
Without the bullsh!t
And no heartache

Hold on, hold on, hold on

No pain and
No suffering
And no one gets hurt

We absolve you
We absolve you
Open the floodgates

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Supercollider
Supercollider
Just in a moment
Particles scatter
Brought in from the sun
Swimming up stream, before the heavens crack open
Thin pixelation, coming up from the dust

In a blue light
In a green light
In a half-life
In an odd light

In a basement flip-flopping
I’m a pulsewave hot-stepping
I put the shadows back into the boxes
I am open
I am welcome
For a fraction of a second
I have dislodged my depressions
I have jettisoned my illusions
And put the shadows back into the boxes.
I put the shadows back into the boxes.
I see the angels running over the balcony.

Island Boy

I love this song.  It’s a good example of how I like almost any music that is soothing.

He left Maine ’cause he needed a change,
And he was desperate to rearange priorities,
And he thought the sea,
Would be the best place to be.

So he saved his money, sold his car,
And with his eye set on a southern star,
He got the courage to follow his heart,
He set out for a brand new start.

He’s an island boy,
Now he’s an island boy
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he’s an island boy,
A stone’s throw from St. Croix,
He’s finaly found his piece of serenity.

Now he tends bar, at the Old Mango,
And he see’s tourists come and go,
With their pressed pants and camera case,
Too much sunburn on their face.

Now he watches the snow on CNN,
With all of his dope smokin friends,
Just look at the Hell they must be in
He swears he won’t go back again.

‘Cause, He’s an island boy,
Now he’s an island boy.
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he’s an island boy,
A stone’s throw from St. Croix,
He’s finaly found his piece of serenity.

You know the love of his life has always been Emily,
She loves the the man she sees.

In her island boy,
Now he’s an island boy
Livin his life where stress is the enemy
Now he’s an island boy,
A stone’s throw from St. Croix,
He’s finally found his piece of serenity.

Island boy.

A stone’s throw from St. Croix.

Time To Say Goodbye

I love this song.

When I’m alone I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
There is no light in a room where there is no sun
and there is no sun if you’re not here with me, with me.
From every window unfurls my heart the heart that you have won.
Into me you’ve poured the light,
the light that you found by the side of the road.

Time to say goodbye.
Places that I’ve never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I’ll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
it’s time to say goodbye.

When you’re far away I dream of the horizon and words fail me.
And of course I know that you’re with me, with me.
You, my moon, you are with me.
My sun, you’re here with me with me, with me, with me.

Time to say goodbye.
Places that I’ve never seen or experienced with you.
Now I shall, I’ll sail with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,

I’ll revive them with you.
I’ll go with you upon ships across the seas,
seas that exist no more,
I’ll revive them with you.
I’ll go with you.

You and me.

Four White Stallions

She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all that’s broken to mend

I got four good reasons why I can’t go back there again

She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who’s hand is demure
Got a mind like a sabre
Razor sharp and sure

God how I hate myself for still wanting her

Tell me it’s nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find there’s nothing left of me and her
Nothing more but a heart still at war

She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels already sent
Four more seasons for all that’s broken to mend

These Are My Twisted Words

Thom Yorke appears to have leaked this song himself.  The file contained embedded text that sounds like Thom/Stanley.

Based on the lyrics, I’m guessing this is Yorke’s contribution to the New Moon soundtrack.

These are my twisted words
When I feel you still walking
I know I should not look down
But I’m so sick of just talking

When are you coming back?
I just can’t handle it
When are you coming back?
I just can’t handle it

When are you coming back?
I just can’t stand it
I just can’t handle it

If it feels nice, don’t think twice

Heard on the radio:

Harry Patch (In Memory Of)

i am the only one that got through
the others died where ever they fell
it was an ambush
they came up from all sides
give your leaders each a gun and then let them fight it out themselves
i’ve seen devils coming up from the ground
i’ve seen hell upon this earth
the next will be chemical but they will never learn

Sail to the Moon

Someday I’ll find someone who loves this song as much as I do.

I sucked the moon
I spoke too soon
And how much did it cost?
I was dropped from moonbeams
And sailed on shooting stars

Maybe you’ll
Be president
But know right from wrong
Or in the flood
You’ll build an Ark
And sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail to the moon

Kid Things

One of my favorite songs of all time:

What’s there that makes you want to be lonely?
What’s there to keep you sitting at home?
He’d always say no no no as if he wanted you to be hungry
Well the same things you’re missing
Could get you into something else
Better leave when to stay is only
Nothing but being alone
What I wanted you to know

Is kid things
Seemed like nothing at all
Kid things
Make it better than it was
Kid things
Seemed like nothing at all
But kid things
Make it better than it was

Hey what you got that makes you want to be lonely?
Hey what you got that makes it a better way to be?
She said no no no I can’t get any love and it’s a Sunday
I said “oh yeah? what makes you think I wanted it that way?”
Cause one or two more smiles from you and
I don’t need anything else
What I wanted you to know

Is kid things
Seemed like nothing at all
Kid things
Make it better than it was
We’re just kids
We spend all night on the phone
It’s a kid thing
But I sleep better when I’m not alone

What I want right now
Is just some more
Gimme more

Hey what you think
Is you’re not getting any younger
What I know is that you’re not really very old
I know you wanna say no no no
It feels much better in the summer
Well if it isn’t warm where you’re sittin’
Then kitten come on in out of the cold
Cause all I know is when I’m with you
Well I don’t need anything else
What I wanted you to know

Is kid things
Seemed like nothing at all
And kid things
Make it better than it was
We’re just kids
We spend all night on the phone
It’s a kid thing
So I sleep better
When I’m not alone
Kid things
Seemed like nothing at all
Kid things
Make it better than it was
We’re just kids
Just like driving a car
It’s a kid thing
And the further out the closer in you are.

Thanks, Boo.