Playlist for reality to remind me.
listen for an experience and inscentive.
Life on Mars? - David Bowie. (Goodmorning)
Play with Fire - The Rolling Stones. (Whats For Breakfast?)
White Shoes - Conor Oberst. (Tube Into Town, Glances and a smirks. Or a stern stare)
Needle in the Hay - Elliot Smith. (Underground)
Us Ones In Between - Sunset Rubdown. (Transfering at Mile End)
Heart Skipped a Beat/Fantasy/Shelter - The xx. (Emerging, The City Greets You, Crisp at your Heels)
Here She Comes Now - The Velvet Underground. (Cigarettes for Lunch)
The Betrayer - Kaki King. (Urban Glo)
Lost and Found - Phoenix. (Sleepy Wine)
Civilisation - Danny Kaye. (One of the Queens Parks)
Stylo - Gorillaz (Picadilly Circus)
Pictures of a City - King Crimson. (Hot on Regent Street.)
Monkberry Moon Delight - Paul McCartney. (Wall Stop)
Ocean of Noise - Arcade Fire. (Maybe a Gallery)
Bony Moronie - John Lennon (Cards for my Brothers)
Marrow - St Vincent. (Old Bond Street Statements)
Luciforms - The Mars Volta. (Canvas Cravings)
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd. (Museum of Natural History)
Les Champs-Elysees - Joe Dassin. (Thoughts of France)
I Want You (shes so heavy) - The Beatles. (Burried in Text on the Train)
Day of the Baphomets - The Mars Volta. (Oxford Street Tube At Peak Hour)
Lets Not Shit Ourselves (to love and to be loved) - Bright Eyes. (The Walk Home)
Middle Hill reprise;
Kate - Evaporated - Ben Folds Five. (Loughton - Wine or Crisps?)
Psychic City - Yacht. (The Part Before the Short Cut.)
Me and Julo Down by the School Yard - Paul Simon. (The Part after the short cut.)
Laura Laurent - Bright Eyes.
I Like Rockerfellers First Two Albums But... - Omar Rodiguez Lopez. (Cut through Eastfield to get to Westfield.)
Mercoles - El Trio Del Omar Rodriguez Lopez. (Finish my Thought.)
Domingo - El Trio Del Omar Rodriguez Lopez. (Knock Knock.)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A Testiment to The Grand and the Severe Nature of Great Britain; Tower of London
Britains historical menagerie,
A place of anchient severity;
where Anne Boleyn lost her head,
and where the other Boleyn girl was said,
to also have been given a permanent bed.
Where Sir Walter Raileys deseted room,
where his first edition is said to bloom,
like a flower,
free to the eye of those whom,
care to read 'a history of the world',
by the light of noon.
Where the Queen had hidden from the fires,
and stowed away larakins in the highest towers,
and extended and expanded with every century,
and built quite a statement to the machine
and country.
A place to salvage the great britaish behaviours,
and an homage to great saviours,
as it was not only a grounds for the unseen,
but a place of grand regalia.
The royal crests and jewels,
for every grand passing,
lay rest in the displays,
of present day basking,
centuries of polished stone,
the biggest, the grandest and the widest known,
an imaculate gleam, as if fresh from the grinder,
but a price so unspeakable,
its utterance would be like a solemn reminder,
with the tower itself, as such a testiment,
to the glory, the granduer of past King's and Queens steps,
and the foot print they leave in the pages of time,
to the now open wide dungeons, once guarded,
now mined.
A place of anchient severity;
where Anne Boleyn lost her head,
and where the other Boleyn girl was said,
to also have been given a permanent bed.
Where Sir Walter Raileys deseted room,
where his first edition is said to bloom,
like a flower,
free to the eye of those whom,
care to read 'a history of the world',
by the light of noon.
Where the Queen had hidden from the fires,
and stowed away larakins in the highest towers,
and extended and expanded with every century,
and built quite a statement to the machine
and country.
A place to salvage the great britaish behaviours,
and an homage to great saviours,
as it was not only a grounds for the unseen,
but a place of grand regalia.
The royal crests and jewels,
for every grand passing,
lay rest in the displays,
of present day basking,
centuries of polished stone,
the biggest, the grandest and the widest known,
an imaculate gleam, as if fresh from the grinder,
but a price so unspeakable,
its utterance would be like a solemn reminder,
with the tower itself, as such a testiment,
to the glory, the granduer of past King's and Queens steps,
and the foot print they leave in the pages of time,
to the now open wide dungeons, once guarded,
now mined.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Traffalgar Square.
(will probably be more enjoyable if you know a brief history of T-S, one more-so explanitory than that it was one of the "red properties" on monopoly. although that is also fine.)
upon the collumn,
our victor resides,
below him, the frog,
who was foiled by the tides,
and when Wellington's boots,
came down on the warts,
Brittan was blessed,
for waterloo was then fought,
and finished.
envisioning the waves in the lake,
and even when the lillypad breaks,
and the lion's bold guard,
shall never awake.
It is why the children do play,
and why the solemn monuments glory,
shan't soon stroll away.
upon the collumn,
our victor resides,
below him, the frog,
who was foiled by the tides,
and when Wellington's boots,
came down on the warts,
Brittan was blessed,
for waterloo was then fought,
and finished.
envisioning the waves in the lake,
and even when the lillypad breaks,
and the lion's bold guard,
shall never awake.
It is why the children do play,
and why the solemn monuments glory,
shan't soon stroll away.
Ummagumma Tribute Tune (between hong kong airport and the sky)
I had a lay over in Hong Kong for 3 hours.
As I walked off the plane, the final notes of Pink Floyd's Ummagumma clipped my heels and left me with the next soundtrack of early morning, deserted hong kong airport. Sitting in the smoking room, I composed a song that was birthed by the resonance of Ummagumma resonating in my hindsight.
So here it is;
http://www.myspace.com/neonspoodlescolourchoir
enjoy.
x
As I walked off the plane, the final notes of Pink Floyd's Ummagumma clipped my heels and left me with the next soundtrack of early morning, deserted hong kong airport. Sitting in the smoking room, I composed a song that was birthed by the resonance of Ummagumma resonating in my hindsight.
So here it is;
http://www.myspace.com/neonspoodlescolourchoir
enjoy.
x
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
1s 2s 3s and 4s and that guy from the start of willy wonka walk into Hong Kong airport.
2: Does anyone know what the time is?
4: Im better than three.
1: I am less than three.
3: It's about 9am.
that guy from the start of willy wonka: if you wanna know about the candyman, i can tell you, i wrote this song about him. its got all the goss.
view 'that guy from the start of willy wonkas' video response here.
4: Im better than three.
1: I am less than three.
3: It's about 9am.
that guy from the start of willy wonka: if you wanna know about the candyman, i can tell you, i wrote this song about him. its got all the goss.
view 'that guy from the start of willy wonkas' video response here.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Lament of a Puppy
When I put my philosopher hat on, It... perplexes me that shes almost a humanoid. But she is an animal. With perfect comprehension of her abilities. Like, the same way I think about her, I reckon she thinks about me, but in her dog way. like... "I wonder if I run around and jump on his face if he'll realize that I just learned Seven Nation army on my Bass."
- "Neon Spoodle on his Puppy Dog, Velvet Person. January 21 2022."
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