Time machine weekend

All this long holiday weekend, 89.3 the current doing time machine weekend.

new medium

not totally new, but first-time setting out with a youtube-playlist at the center of something bigger/different...

So, I sketched it out as an 11-song list, but Yoko Ono's "7th Floor" is not on youtube, so we are left with just 10 songs. Numerologists please let me know what that means...




Executive Summary:

 1. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the Bridge
    poker with god
    god and angels and the city of angels

2. Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing
    cooking safety
    what turned out to be my "baby' mama" cut her finger real good

3. Tal Bachman - She's So High
    random thoughts from 2012 GOP USA presidential primary debate

    Michelle Bachman was in the debate. The line that sent me back to this post was "Beard
    services. In exchange for live-in psychologist to make sure you don't blow your
    cover as a complete mess."

4. Sarah McLachlan - Angel
    yes, man!
    convoluted enigma, be sure to click the links at the bottom!

5. One Direction - Story of my Life
    pandorasdijimewzikhopechest presents heart of a lion
    pandora really is behind pandora #royals98 #destiny #inshaallah

6. Brother Ali - Shadows on the Sun
    crosstown playfight battle rap
    first listen to all of his songs repeatedly, then read everything i've ever written, then i'll try 
    to explain it...

7. The Kinks - I'm Not Like Everybody Else
    nuthouse in a nutshell

    and i went back six more times to prove it!

8. Atmosphere - Trying to Find a Balance
    strengths journal entry for mds 3001w
    as a libra very attached to the twin cities and in love with local hip-hop, i sometimes think that
    i might just be the balance that atmosphere is trying to build/find

9. Doomtree - Beacon
    naive scheme fadeout poem
    i dropped this neo-luddite beacon on the world many moons ago #realmagic

10. P.O.S. - Fuck Your Stuff
      environmental autobiograpy
      maybe i should just move to the styx, let these alpha mails role in they're OWN SHIT



Deeper Linkages/Inspiration:

 1. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under the Bridge
    poker with god
    god and angels and the city of angels

sometimes i feel like i don't have a partner
it's hard to believe that there's nobody out there
at least i have her love, the city she loves me
lonely as i am, together we cry

but usually i feel like a whole crew of angels is on my side

down by the river east lake
is where i made a fire
i gave my life away
to the great mystery


2. Marvin Gaye - Sexual Healing
    cooking safety
    what turned out to be my "baby' mama" cut her finger real good

marvin gaye played on my friend brad's pandora earlier
they played it a lot in occupational therapy at the hospital
but we were told to keep our oral expression "appropriate"
no drugs or sex or controversy, eggshells and PC BS


3. Tal Bachman - She's So High
    random thoughts from 2012 GOP USA presidential primary debate

    Michelle Bachman was in the debate. The line that sent me back to this post was "Beard
    services. In exchange for live-in psychologist to make sure you don't blow your
    cover as a complete mess."

as a minnesotan and someone of swiss heritage
i find michelle endlessly fascinating
i know a lot about mental illness
ivory tower and hard knocks
she's a bat

tal bachman was a gift from pandora

4. Sarah McLachlan - Angel
    yes, man!
    convoluted enigma, be sure to click the links at the bottom!

This was "our song" with my first college girlfriend
anjuli, the shah's daughter
the photo is on the corner of leah's bed
as we prepared to leave nola


5. One Direction - Story of my Life
    pandorasdijimewzikhopechest presents heart of a lion
    pandora (and pan?) really is behind pandora!! #royals98 #Johnnypohlforhobey 
   #destiny #inshaallah

pandora brought this to me (via brad's top hits?)
i would not seek out any 1D, in any reality
but here it was on a silver platter
amidst a collection of music that really feels
like the story of my life
thanks, kid


6. Brother Ali - Shadows on the Sun
    crosstown playfight battle rap
    first listen to all of his songs repeatedly, then read everything i've ever written, then i'll try 
    to explain it...

i'm flying just beneath your radar
no ego, climbed the ladder
real thyme? rite meow?
my DJ has been bashing hope for years
i speak with the voice of the voiceless
nameless natives with their braids clipped
johnny cash and the appleseed metaphor


7. The Kinks - I'm Not Like Everybody Else
    nuthouse in a nutshell

    and i went back six more times to prove it!

i know i should know the kinks but i don't
pandora is trying to fix that
i'm not like everybody else
but there are more like me
than john lennon might imagine



The last three songs are not from pandora, they are my 89.3 the current song of the day
for today at least
or maybe it was yesterday

8. Atmosphere - Trying to Find a Balance
    strengths journal entry for mds 3001w
    as a libra very attached to the twin cities and in love with local hip-hop, i sometimes think that
    i might just be the balance that atmosphere is trying to build/find

vampires and psychic vampires
sometimes it's just so scenic when you seen it
been to cinci, got lost
baton rouge tecumseh

simple shit, cheapest sleight of hand
i'm a bit rational, too. where DID the passion go?
less than a lot left after this song
takin my chance every day (all in)

i've played the jester
ready to play king
even on the last day of mardi gras
in the mightiest drainage filter

have you seen my pets
have you made them blind
fake shake of tail
keep writing raps
then play volleyball

guilty, committed, treated like a leper
i was born with a balance
under the stars
named for o'rion
little king needs no ring

none of my friends are famous
i know a bit about the plot
minnesota is the new california
whatever that means


9. Doomtree - Beacon
    naive scheme fadeout poem
    i dropped this neo-luddite beacon on the world many moons ago #realmagic

i took it for a loss but it couldn't have been, could it?
i see now what it is, we were just playing with no bullet
game is less and more dangerous
intelligent creep handy with the way out

carrying fords and locks and keys and canoes
don't need a weatherman to see witch way the winds glows
yall know the ways home, lay your head there
i won't put 'em down, i had faith like a blind otter

don't swear, the kites are fine
gather now ecclesiastes
put your hands down
this ain't kansas

i asked for it
it never came
no coke no opiates
bevvies and many smokes
bike with many spokes
peter and paul robbed what to pay whom?

reborn every crossed eye
every blink wink and z
abstract is only meta
brief flash to father time


10. P.O.S. - Fuck Your Stuff
      environmental autobiograpy
      maybe i should just move to the styx, let these alpha mails role in they're OWN SHIT

ownership society own yours plain old bill pay your bill fortune cookie confession booth

say rhymes, deathsquads
latin legacy, malcom's mother
i ain't seen a shower in a minute
westbank to powderhorn
trying to create some tension
open a book discussing derrick jensen
or how to make bombs with shit up in yo kitchen

bucks love does
ryan's riot
i'm writing scrip, man
smash leaders, spray can

mean mug big players
roll eyes bug 'em out
ttbt i'm your crew
make me a passport

my whip is a loaner
my dj writes prose
spittin teeth fat lip
when's geaux?

When's go/geaux? (I been watchin')

Sync or Sink-o-pate!

Video (youtube.com)

I got a friend who says the end is near
It's really near, maybe in the past
there ain’t no time to hold back
Time is not my problem she reminds me nearly hourly
and he’s feeling good today might smoke the whole pack
I know this till i don't naked as MA greates of all time
eight fifteen and we’re waiting for the bus
then Jake tells me he ain’t waiting for nothing
missed too much
J's witness
all the running and franticness for who for what?
he said I don’t get them folks, they just fit like spokes, I just drift like smoke
so to the breeze I go, flow like them concrete roads, roll, I just do my thing
I cleared my throat and said okay but know
what you throw
everything boomerangs
he said save the ten cent zen-isms for the
dopes in the circus tent
time is the only thing permanent and its looking late my friend
so here we are surviving in the city’s vacant ends
where the wild things are and the pavement ends
we say come what may one hundred percent

here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
you could swear the whole world’s a stage
another day in the masquerade
you can see both sides of their face
a day short and a dollar late
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
the way the ache permeates
its sink or syncopate
i walk with you, you walk with me
you won’t find what you want but you’ll
find what you need
hard land, heartland, speeding the plow
grinding all day cops beating him down
big dreams someday he’s going to
reach new ground
but he’s smoking all day to even him out
we greet with a pound he’s like what up ock
ten to ten I’m up and down this block
I said why you let them rocks weigh down
your socks
then he looked at me and stopped
he said look at the ants doing the downtown dance
I vowed to God I’d never bow like that
this is what was left for me
call it entropy, glamorized relentlessly
this is what the white kids love to buy
but they turn a blind eye to the ugly side
no help I’ve mouths to feed
but you know, die on your feet on
live on your knees
it’s like a jungle sometimes, see how the
jackals can hide?
they even shackled our minds,
we grab the saddles and ride
on stitch at a time, make a wing from a
nickel and dime
Until that time
side by side until we finally arrive

here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
you could swear the whole world’s a stage
another day in the masquerade
you can see both sides of their face
a day short and a dollar late
here we are looking lost today
trying to find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt
and the feeling of being washed away
the way the ache permeates
its sink or syncopate
i walk with you, you walk with me
you won’t find what you want but you’ll
find what you need

ten pm, whistle blowing, the day is growing dark
I met the homegirl SKS o the bridge at Loring Park
we stayed up late drinking, smoking,
talking backwards
starvin hunter
laughing under a moon of alabaster
looking at downtown smiling
that bright battleship on the horizon
we talked about dying, legacy, infamy,
abandoned industry
feeling strangled, peoples angles
we spoke on angels, heaven and hell
while the church across the park rang
its twelve o’clock bells
and she sighed to herself, another day in the veldt
pulled the dagger from her hip and turned it in
scratched another notch in the cracked
leather on her belt
she took a pull of whiskey and said I’ll play
the hand I’m dealt
and I’m going to get there you know,
even if I have to put the feathers on myself

side by side one stitch at a time until we find it, over that line
we go side by side one stitch at a time until we
find it, over that line
here we are looking lost today, trying to
find our way
let me tell you about the joy and the hurt and
the feeling of being washed away
washed away, washed away, washed away but we’re on our way

the end of daylight savings

Stopped at Merlin's for a pie and a pint
Started scheming not to sleep tonight

Magician's rest, but do you think they'll feel one?

If I'm spotted we'll be in for some real fun

Griffins, roses, harps and lots of old maps
They call it football and beat you down with cricket bats
Wind chillin', air Crispin, puttin on the wooly hats
Gopher hoodies, HP caps; missin one that really raps

Keep calm and carry on, I have just begun
Don the scottish armor then you'll see 'em really run
Blowing crazy smoke down by the mighty river

Robin Hoodin' with a heavy quiver

Peaceful warrior, hazel eyes, forked tongue
I'll grab that snake by neck until she spits a lung

Claimin' Celts and Gaelic, white cross on red banner
Bent spoon, gloom and doom, toss the hammer

Flags and dragons, too big for red wagons
White and yellow, black and red
Eagle banner 'bove my head
Oslo cross flyin' high, fish and chips draggin'

Man chains and dark glasses
Gold bands and scowling asses
Catch a lass with scribbled verses
NPR the flow release reverses

Devo whip it slides through din
Read fish wrapper Daniel Quinn
Flashing rock another round
how many more to flip that frown?

Red alliance, snow makes pink
Irish white from link to drink
Black and yellow, fear of bees
Del rodillas, on your knees

Kings and dungeons, chips are fries
Fleur de lis and cross your eyes
Irish Russia, Roman wives
Soccer rowdies, hockey dives

Redhead sweater, glued to phone
Whistle whetted, pen to hone
Come together fills the air
Beatles bit tongue, stop and stare

Rachel phone call, sites on vices
Speckled Hen riot, doomtree rises
Prudence virtue not my strong suit
Make this beat with Pan's own long lute

Flashing teeth and battin' lashes
Broken covenant batten hatches
Arthur, Stonehenge, curtain crashes
Minnesota magic, all-night rashes