so my copy of under the radar came

she woke me up with a bang bang
lookin' over cross eyed had a big
hunch that the world was a big lie
when I got up all the blood to my head
I got so dizzy fell back into my bed

and it really is that good

there's an audio cd
seven songs - two remixes, five live tracks
the remixes might be disposable
but the rest is good stuff
especially "gasoline dreams" and "walk with you"

then there's the dvd
i've seen the better part of it before
but it's a lot of material
and aside from some hairy ass-cheeks in the extras
it's pretty much all worth watching
i haven't yet watched it straight through
which leaves me feeling like there's good stuff
waiting there to be discovered, like flipping through
a calvin & hobbes collection years after you first read it
and suddenly you hit the one strip at the bottom of a page
that somehow you have never, ever seen

or like the last two heinlein stories i hadn't read
until tuesday last, drifting through the library basement
feeling empty and deeply down and quite certain
that the last thing i wanted was another book
i stumbled onto the fantasies of robert a. heinlein
and read "waldo" until four in the morning

the way i interact with music
is starting to converge with
the way i interact with books

i feel like i'm reading
things we lost in the fire
london calling
and you'd prefer an astronaut
right now, more than i'm just listening to them over and over.

carolann says she read dispatch lyrics
as poetry for a speech class

there was a decorated general with
a heart of gold, that likened him to all the stories he told
of past battles won and lost, and legends of old
a seasoned veteran in his own time

there's nothing original about my belief
that our poets, especially the good ones
are songwriters

but it would be an easy thing to forget
surrounded by bad songs
and worse poetry.

that woman comes to you with her song so sweet
say damn, let the poor sucker sleep

p1k3 / 2003 / 2 / 24 / utr