Helplessly Shaking With Silent Laughter

(But Do You Know Who's Listening?)

Vienna Teng's Whatever You Want is my current favorite song ever. We cannot has embedding for the file, but it's totally worth a middle-click.

I love it when people sing about shit that's actually interesting. Revenge, activism, screwing over Le Homme, and of course the timeless question of "Who does the prostitutes' laundry?" Teng rarely disappoints. I'm always thinking "Good god, woman, can you please just write ONE bad lyric sometime so I won't feel like hanging myself from the shower head every time I crank out a half-decent filk song about Mary Sues?

A Cautionary Tale

At first I didn't think I'd like this song, but it turned out to be a real gut-puncher.

Vienna Teng

God DAMN I love this woman's music.



me and my baby on a february holiday
'cause we got the news
yeah, we got the news
500 miles and we're gonna make it all the way
we've got nothing to lose
we've got nothing to lose

it's been 10 years waiting
but it's better late than the never
we've been told before
we can't wait one minute more

oh, me and my baby driving down
to a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
oh, me and my baby stand in line
you've never seen a sight so fine
as the love that's gonna shine
at city hall

me and my baby've been through
a lot of good and bad
learned to kiss the sky
made our mommas cry
I've seen a lot of friends
after giving it all they had
lay down and die
lay down and die

10 years into it
here's our window
at the vegas drive-thru chapel
it ain't too much
for 'em all to handle

oh, me and my baby driving down
to a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
oh, me and my baby stand in line
you've never seen a sight so fine
as the love that's gonna shine
at city hall

outside, they're handing out
donuts and pizza pies
for the folks in pairs in the folding chairs
my baby's lookin' so damned pretty
with those anxious eyes
rain-speckled hair
and my ring to wear

10 years waiting for this moment of fate
when we say the words and sign our names
if they take it away again someday
this beautiful thing won't change

oh, me and my baby driving down
to a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
oh, me and my baby stand in line
you've never seen a sight so fine
as the love that's gonna shine

oh, me and my baby driving down
to a hilly seaside town in the rainfall
oh, me and my baby stand in line
you've never seen a sight so fine
as the love that's gonna shine
at city hall

Wishful Thinking

It finally occurred to me to look on YouTube and see if there are any music videos from the Ditty Bops. And I struck gold!



OH GOD SO FUCKING ADORABLE. I want to put both of them in my pocket.

Apt Lyrics Are Apt

As usual, I have been thinking a lot about my drama-whore family. It's interesting how much my perspective has changed since I got out of that cesspool. As with my breakup, I agonized for ages that I was doing the wrong thing by running away instead of staying to try and bail out the sinking ship, but more and more I feel a sense of peace and freedom and well-being from having gotten away.

I'll save you the seventeen paragraphs of rumination on the matter, because frankly there's nothing new I can say right now about my evil siblings and cowardly absentee father. All that's changed is that I'm starting to realize that I'm not crazy. The things that happened really did happen, and just because nobody cared at the time doesn't mean the problem wasn't valid.

I fantasize about writing my family members letters that explain where I'm coming from, although I'm afraid of both possible outcomes--reconciliation and rejection. I'd almost prefer the latter, since I'm used to it.

And besides, what can you say to crazy people who don't really care about the damage they do? Not a whole lot. But it might make me feel better. At least I'm planning to get therapy--but then again, I was never the dangerous one.

To lighten the mood:

Someone Is Crazy, by Jonathan Coulton
(DOWNLOAD)

Is Bitter there?
I'd rather talk to her than Disappointed
Though she's not quite as fun as Good and Mad
You better put her on
She can change the game
She can make me say I'm sorry

You throw your hands up in the air and swear you didn't know
You think the world revolves around you but it doesn't so you sit and spin
Baby, someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you

You set the trap
You lie and wait till someone trips the wire
Then you jump out to get your feelings hurt
And you act surprised
How did that get there?
Why does everybody hate me?

We're all familiar with the tragedy of being you
It's hard to show you any sympathy when all you do is beg for pain
Baby, someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you

You're all alone
Well maybe that's because you're so unpleasant
You might consider dialing back a bit
Put those claws away
Stop the waterworks
Spend a couple evenings sober

The world's against you, so you think or maybe wish it was
At least that way someone would care but baby, no one does, not even you
Baby, someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you
Someone is crazy and it's you

There are times when I want to make a mixtape of songs like this and mail it to the homes of people who just plain aren't getting the point through face-to-face confrontation. I can't be the only one, can I?

Some of My Favorite Music Videos of All Time

(I took down the Malice Mizer one because, like Gackt, it hasn't aged all that gracefully).

I'm so glad I was born in 1980.

Hang Drum

This is the coolest music I've heard in a while. Now I want to learn to play it (but since only two people in the world make hang hang, that's probably not likely).

Vote Vote Vote!

Oh, and before I sleep, this wants a repost.

Carlos Santana Shreds!

NEEDS MORE COWBELL



This Pat Metheny one is also pretty good. Wish I could sing like that...

Paint The Little Drummer Boy Black

This rather horrible mashup of two vastly different songs appeared in my head this evening and has been stuck there ever since:

I see a red door and ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
I want to paint it black ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
No colors anymore ba-rum-pum-pum-pum
rum-pum-pum-pum
rum-pum-pum-pum
Want it to turn blaaaack...

At first it was funny but now it's driving me absolutely dogshit. The saddest thing is that it still beats the holiday muzak that probably spawned it by a country mile.

Everything in Perfect Motion

Elephant Song
by Sky Cries Mary

There once was a day
When the elephants thought they were clouds
And one day when Buddha was teaching a group of small children under a tree
One cloud forgot it was an elephant
And came crashing down through the branches, crushing one child
From that day on, Buddha condemned all elephants to walk the earth
And so as they walk
Their cousins' duty to follow, the clouds
And so as you see
When elephants walk, it is known that rain is to fall

From high and low
They exit at the axis
The fall of bodies
Falling through the womb of space
They are exposed at the lotus of her sex
The sleep-abandoned figures descend within a horizontal avalanche
Passionately perceptive to their cores
They know that now for now is the fitting time

Now is the fitting time
The judgement is down
The rain-bearing figures are condemned to walk the earth
And so they are excreted
In an excess of rapture
A torrential revolution of blood and nature
And so descends every elephant from that day on

Now look at her
This beautiful creature
As she walks across the sculptured world
She remembers a day
Before a long time ago
When the roots grew up towards the sky
And the erotic clouds, their dear dear cousins, drifted overhead
As crying volcanoes emptied themselves into the sea
Endless days of the sun making love with the ocean

Everything in perfect rhythm
Everything in perfect motion
Everything in perfect rhythm
Everything in perfect motion

When you see the clouds overhead
It's going to be rain
It's going to be rain
It's going to be rain


Listen to the song. It's one of my favorites.