Playground Love
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You’re my Playground Love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body [remain tense?], no matter, I’m on fire.
On the playground, love.
You’re the piece of gold that flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my Playground Love.
Anytime, anyway,
You’re my Playground Love.
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tonite.
You Are The Light Jens Lekman (Sweden)
Yeah I got busted
So I used my one phone call
To dedicate
A song to you on the radio
Yeah I got busted
In custody
I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
Yeah I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old mans Mercedes-Benz
‘Cause you told me to do it
Yeah I got busted
But soon they released me ‘cause the cops were sad
And they didn’t know how to prove it
Ooh
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
It sounds so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass?
It’s so beautiful
To be guided by you
‘Cause you are the light
Chorus:
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light light light light
You are the light
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dear _____,
i’ve been thinking about you a lot. last night, i was sending out ‘my condolences about grandma’ messages to the sky hoping that they find you. i’ve been hesitant to get in contact because things are volatile at the house. ______ and i are at our end. things got heated up when she found text messages from ‘____’ and it got real bad. she knows it’s you. and she hates the fact that i kept in touch with you. she wants to break up…and so do i. but, it gets more complicated. __ is in the middle of it all and there are issues about custody.
i didn’t want to pull you in on this at all and hesitate to reach out because it might make things much worse. i really do love you and want to protect you at all cost. in fact, i’ll have to delete this message from my sent folder as soon as i send it. not that i’m paranoid…but i’m really tired of hiding things. i refuse to lie and i realized that i’m more likely to lie and make 10,000 more lies to keep that one when it’s about you. so i’d rather not have anything that will ignite questions.
i really really miss you. i’m happy about your career change and was smiling all over when i thought of you and goofy. it sucks that noone smiles at your work. i’ll smile for all of them as soon as i see you.
i’m sorry about grandma. but i’m glad to hear to know that it was peaceful and that she lived a long life…1913?! that’s so awesome!
i think about you constantly. wait, i already said that. i swear, you’re still the prettiest girl i’ve ever met. and you smell real good. and we have porn sex so awesome. and i miss you a lot.
i need you. i want you. please hug and kiss me.
love,
___
Devant Ma Nuque Non Stop (France)
Je paranoye je perd un œil
Dans le cœur de ma vie
Ma tête tourne pour mordre ma nuque
Ils ont retourné mon bureau pour se branler derrière mon dos
Je ressemble à un portrait robot
Shampooing aux amphétamines
Dentifrice à la caféine
Les nains prennent leur bain dans le bidet
Au dessus du lavabo le cyclope me fait un clin d’œil
Le journal de 13h se termine par la naissance d’un panda
Pendant ce temps là des milliardaires poursuivent le printemps en avion
Invincibles comme la mort
L’élite, le gotha, le gratin accouchent en levrette
L’amnésie retrouve la mémoire en enfonçant ses doigts dans une prise
Crachats de coups de boule
Chewing gum à l’aluminium
Je tire sur les ficelles qui sortent de mes oreilles
Et je me fais péter la tête comme un Mammouth
Je suis pas dingue je suis vigilant
Quand je dors je ronfle pas je grince des dents
Une alarme sonne toutes les trois secondes et s’arrête uniquement en cas d’intrusion
Une chaise qu’on retire quand on s’assoit
Addition de soustractions
Mémoire sans tain
Mes ongles poussent plus vite
J’ai tellement pleuré que les pompiers sont venus me chercher en barque
Brandade de sirènes
Epine dorsale cassée
J’aurais pas du choisir mes amis avec un annuaire et des fléchettes
Je tremble comme une araignée qui brûle
Je me réincarne en avalanche pour pleurer dans la mer
Voyage dans une cage
Je sue mon sang dans un radiateur froid
Aussi maffré qu’un albinos
Allaité à un cancer du sein
Quand je vais chez mes parents c’est comme si je me retrouvais dans un service après vente
Je renifle en reculant, je respire entre mes dents
Je baisse le rideau en remontant ma braguette
Je suis pas dingue je suis vigilant
Quand je dors je ronfle pas je grince des dents
***
i went to sfsu the other day to kill time before a dentist appointment. about a block away from campus, there was a give away pile sitting on the middle of the curb complete with dressers and boxes of books. i rummaged through like a scavenger and found an american sign language dictionary, spanish-english dictionary, breakast at tiffany’s, and a 4 cassette / book set on ‘teach yourself french’ which totally made me go ‘BON!’ =D
i hurried back to the car to drop the books and when i got back, there was a young madame-morsel looking lady was leaving her couch there. i think she saw me grab the books and were happy cuz she smiled at me. an old lady walked by and asked her, ‘are these yours!’ to which she replied, ‘oui! please take it!’
the old lady hissed at her, looked at the pile of furniture on the middle of the curb, looked back at her, and hissed again.
i thought it was classic! lol. when she got in her car and i walked pass her, we both laughed and signed ‘thank you’ to each other…actually i was blowing a kiss…maybe her too…she was looking amelie hot and shit! hehe! heh. ahem.
d’accord.
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i want to dedicate this to friends who may, at this time, be undergoing the sixth stage of heart break. namely, SADNESS. here’s a link to a funny breakdown…
she caught her flight at 10am
and checked her face at Amsterdam
oh, it’s just what it’s like
when you’re only seen at night
she left her love somewhere at home
and now she’s dancing on her own
to the kind of disco sound
that makes her glad he’s not around
she’s looking at you
so maybe you’re looking too
do you want to be her
or don’t you?
of course you do
but would she be you?
he doesn’t dance as good as she
why don’t you save a seat for me
as the sun came and went
from the safety of a jet
he gave Atlanta one last look
then dropped his head inside the book
that he never gets to read
maybe he’ll just get some sleep
she’s looking at you
so maybe you’re looking too
do you want to be her
or don’t you?
of course you do
but would she be you?
***
“i confessed everything”
“what?! dude, wtf did you do that for? you broke the code!”
“…she used a truth serum…got me real drunk and started interrogating. i told her everything so she can make the choice to be with me or not. i wanted to wash my hands sort of speak. but, now, years later, she’s bringing it back up and tormenting me with it by always pointing out how i fucked her over!”
“…look…relationships are like banks. let me break it down like this:
you put money in the bank. you withdraw. that’s trust. there’s money in the bank. you give you take. she’s down.
you fucked up and got with someone else. that put you in the red. you withdrew too much.”
“..yea, but i wanted to come clean and confess it all so we can start over.”
“…yea, but that’s like breaking even. now you’re at zero! you still have fees! and you’re trying to withdraw money…she’s not down!”
“but isn’t telling her the truth major points?”
“girls don’t want the truth! they want you to be TRUTHFUL.”
“but i am being truthful! i told her each and every escapade! …well except for that night in the yacht with all them midgets and baby oil…”
“dood…they don’t want you to be truthfully honest…they say they do but they don’t. they want you to be truthfully committed…that you won’t go fuck around as soon as they turn around!”
“…but i’m not fucking around now. it was just a text msg.”
***
radio.
Let’s Make Love And Listen To DFA Cansei de Ser Sexy (Brazil)
Fun Summer music! CSS is seriously fun. This group from São Paulo combines funk, hip hop and up tempo disco all with Brazilian sexy energy. What’s amazing, the subtle energy change from putting funk in hip-hop with rock form instead of the usual hip-hop approach of quoting funk. It’s strangely danceable brew. Retro funk from Brazil. Easy summer music.
The story goes all Cansei de Ser Sexy members met each other on the net via photologs (some sort of photo/video social networking sites apparently popular in Brazil) and decided to practice music together. One thing leads to another suddenly there are six person doing programming, yelling on the mic, and rocking.. Their claim of fame is on the net. Sounds familiar? (read their blog) So now they are signed with Sub Pop. So, I’ve done my post. I am going to bop my head now.
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CSS crews are Lovefoxxx (vocals), Adriano Cintra (drums, guitar, vocals), Carolina Parra (guitar, drums), Ana Rezende (guitar, harmonica), Luiza Sá (guitar, drums, keys) and Iracema Trevisan (bass)
***
i’ve had this crush on someone for a while now. we hung out only a few times but there’s something about her that really makes me nervous…like ‘oh yes, i’ll do that naughty thing again’ nervous. but, we’re just friendly cuz i respect her eventhough i think about kissing her here and there and everywhere.
she’s friends with most of you…and unfriends with some of you. but she likes ice cream and british stuff…and her choice of guys suck. yea, sourgrapes.
***
gelato!!! =D
Atlantis To Interzone The Klaxons (UK)
Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisened rivers minds and hearts
Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged
Gold is selling well but hurry nightly ocean rising fast
A big man with a plan has got a storm a-coming, monster coming.
From Atlantis to interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own.
From Atlantis to interzone
You start on the edge and you end on your own
We’re fragments of fiction
Your dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers one to five
His ears pricked with the knife hears that the east are coming, west are coming
From gravity (??), the axis here is still unknown
The children’s faces glow
The wasteland guides them, wasteland guides them.
***
something about picking up where we left off…
***
that was an awesome time we just had at the aquarium by the bay. ku and i have guests from jamaica, ______ and ______, who are japanese natives now living in the islands. it’s ______’s first time back in the usa after being wrongfully deported 8 years ago. some shady shit on INS’s part that cost her business and a home. it’s a long story but we’re happy that she’s here to visit with her 6 year old daughter, who’s as cute as a button with a japanimaican accent and ‘happy to be away from violence and reggae’ smile. yes, there are lotsa jerks in jamaica and they aint all chicken! lol.
***
death by disco
***
at pier 39, the hotdog vendor threw attitude at me after i asked to switch one of the sprites to coke. i was with 3 kids and he couldn’t get the fact that kids change minds in split seconds. i caught the attitude and threw it back. he secretly flipped me off so i returned one with a scratch on the nose. he gave me day old bread but i’m south beaching so there.
i realized how dumb that was…but by that time, i had a heartburn.
it’s funny how i use to be so totally all pacifist and sufi calm with taoist philos and sophist appetites. now i’m all UFC brucely with a chip on my shoulder, black metal cursing, and a deadly stare. what happened? oh yea…sex.
***
tonight.
i know what i know
i know
on the car ride down
i hear it in my head real low
turn into the only thing i ever
turn into
hope i do
turn into you
i know what i know
well i know
that girl you found
keeps that kind of window closed
she’ll turn into the only thing that ever
turn into
hope i do
turn into you
can’t say why i kept this from you
my, those quiet eyes become you
leave it where it can’t remind us
turn this all around behind us
oh, well i know
we’ll all fall right in to keep you out
i’d like to tell you all about it
i know
what i know
i know
this is the last time around
i’ll hear it in my head real low
turn into the only thing that ever knows
only thing that ever knows
i know what i know
well i know
ah, yes
***
hey little sister, what have you done? make sure you keep your own head on. it’s easy to lose yourself in your new love. but, don’t forget that you’re beautiful to start.
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i’m about ready to come out of the cave…down the mountain…with gray hair and tablets chiseled with profound knowledge. follow me and i’ll show you the way…where dark is light.
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see you tonight.
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eventhough i was neutral at first, i secretly wished germany won the semi-finals.
we went to ______’s house to watch the game. it was a tiringly stale game between two of the last four teams. the germans never lost in that stadium…ever. they also never won over the italians in any cup game…ever. a record was gonna break. and the last two minutes almost made me piss my pants! them italians wooped over the gigantor germanics by blasting two goals in at the last minute of the second overtime…it was a doozer!
when italy won, we decided to head out to north beach and get some gelatos. we knew the place would be mad crazy with all the italo freakazoids all jumpin’ in celebration but we headed there anyhay.
ku spotted firefighter boats all at port when we passed by the piers under the bay bridge. we decided to stop and hang there since the weahter was so nice and the scene was all kinda romantic and shit. we thought again about the crowdedness of north beach as we spotted Gordon Biersch brewery and restaurant across the streetcar tracks. ______ and i looked at each other and said, ‘Lang lebe Deutschland!!!’ (Long live Germany!)
we got seats at the right spot and had our fill of good all germanic food and spanking good hefewiezen, marzer, pilsner, and blond bocks that we got all tipsy red in no time. ku munched on his fries as ______ and i ‘ro-sham-bo’ed’ for all the beer shots of different brews that the nice waiter devilishly kept bringing. man, that was good! expensive…but good! with the view of the bay, the bridge, and vintage streetcars from italy all passing by…killer date place.
afterwards, it was a real nice walk on the pier with ku in hand all jumping around. then the sky lit up with all the fireworks right above us. it was love.
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