(clicky for more info..yeah i'm fucking lazy)
SKIP JAMES-COMPLETE EARLY RECORDING
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436747561/SJ_CER
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436746381/SJ_CER
May 20, 2011
Goodbye, for now..
This might be my last post for a while. Well, a bluesy mood warrants a bluesy post, and who else understand the blues more than one of its undead king-Mr Skip James.
SKIP JAMES-COMPLETE EARLY RECORDING
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436747561/SJ_CER
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436746381/SJ_CER
SKIP JAMES-COMPLETE EARLY RECORDING
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436747561/SJ_CER
http://www.filesonic.com/file/r000216945/436746381/SJ_CER
Rockin Blues'd- Greatest Song Ever Written(For me At Least)
After about 5 minutes of arguing and discussing, my brain and i had come to this conclusion. There is no real contender for this song actually, i had fell in love with it within its first verse. The imagery in it, the emotions, the little stories, the subtle humors, the pure musics-god i cant hide how much i envy this guy. It seems that he is blessed with a muse made out of pure gold, that shone angelic light to whatever he think and see. And my muse is the ghost of an old witch that swears a lot and fart all the time.
(Clicky to Download)
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
May 18, 2011
Muto Syohei with Ueno Koji
The body of his bass is all scratched up from the pick. If i'm not mistaken his P-bass also got a little hole around that part.
Been actively hunting these guys material for a year or so. 2 albums searched, zero results(sigh)...
No wait..i did found one little single, but still(sigh)...
I may actually need to buy these stuff, like order it from my uncle(airline steward) the next time he go to Japan or something..
No wait..i'm broke as fuck!(fuckingsighx9999999!!)
No wait..i'm broke as fuck!(fuckingsighx9999999!!)
May 17, 2011
New album ; June 15, 2011
Tracklist
01. Horoscope
02. S to R
03. Buddy
04. Naze ka Kyou wa
05. Red Eye
06. Tsumeato
07. SATURDAY NIGHT KILLER KISS
08. BABY YOU CAN
09. OUTLAWII
10. Silhouette
11. READY STEADY GO
12. I’m just a dog
Teasing teaser + Chiba in a dog(?) suit
May 14, 2011
Well, this sucks...
Folks, i got me some bad news i need to announce, or good news, depending on how you see it. It seem that one of the local university thought that it is a wise decision to accept my application(for the diploma of medical imaging, if you want all the boring details). So i need to haul my ass over there this 21st May, and as you may guess, the blog will be having a little downtime around that unholy date. There is also a slight possibility-god forbid- that the blog may be put on a short hiatus if i cant find any good internet connection over there, or too busy adapting to new schedule etc. At present i'm also busy sorting and preparing shits and stuffs..
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