Monday, March 31, 2008
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Time to Move On and Rhino Skin
Its time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, it s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin through the airport
Shes an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to for giveness
Which way do, I go
Its time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning, and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
Im losing my mind
Its time to move on, time to get going
What at lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
*
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna begin
To walk
Through this world
You need elephant balls
If you don't want to crawl
On your hands
Through this world
Oh my love if I reveal
Every secret I've concealed
How many thoughts would you steal
How much of my pain would you feel
You need eagles wings
To get over things
That make no sense
In this world
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna pretend
You're not hurt by this world
If you listen long enough
You can hear my skin grow tough
Love is painful to the touch
Must be made of stronger stuff
You need rhino skin
To get to the end
Of the maze through this world
You need rhino skin
Or you're gonna give in
To the needles and pins
The arrows of sin
The evils of men
You need rhino skin
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, it s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin through the airport
Shes an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to for giveness
Which way do, I go
Its time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning, and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
Im losing my mind
Its time to move on, time to get going
What at lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
*
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna begin
To walk
Through this world
You need elephant balls
If you don't want to crawl
On your hands
Through this world
Oh my love if I reveal
Every secret I've concealed
How many thoughts would you steal
How much of my pain would you feel
You need eagles wings
To get over things
That make no sense
In this world
You need rhino skin
If you're gonna pretend
You're not hurt by this world
If you listen long enough
You can hear my skin grow tough
Love is painful to the touch
Must be made of stronger stuff
You need rhino skin
To get to the end
Of the maze through this world
You need rhino skin
Or you're gonna give in
To the needles and pins
The arrows of sin
The evils of men
You need rhino skin
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
There Will be Blood
One of the most comprehensive reviews I've found. Very long.
"There Will Be Blood is like Nirvana’s In Utero album for intellectuals; its paternal themes recall some of Ernest Hemingway’s best and darkest work about fathers, sons and being a man; and TWBB has an ambitious, though far nastier, scope on life’s absurdity, one filled with memorably eccentric characters, that is comparable to John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces. Sans PTA, the men behind these works all share an unfortunate common bond that I hesitate to point out. They killed themselves. You see, there is no real parallel to TWBB in film. Its territory is fresh, vast and remarkable; that is not to say that There Will Be Blood is the best film ever made, but it is definitely one of them, and with time, we’ll have the debate."
"There Will Be Blood is like Nirvana’s In Utero album for intellectuals; its paternal themes recall some of Ernest Hemingway’s best and darkest work about fathers, sons and being a man; and TWBB has an ambitious, though far nastier, scope on life’s absurdity, one filled with memorably eccentric characters, that is comparable to John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces. Sans PTA, the men behind these works all share an unfortunate common bond that I hesitate to point out. They killed themselves. You see, there is no real parallel to TWBB in film. Its territory is fresh, vast and remarkable; that is not to say that There Will Be Blood is the best film ever made, but it is definitely one of them, and with time, we’ll have the debate."
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