Monthly Archives: August 2013

The Dead Weather

I cannot get enough of these talented motherfuckers!

The Dead Weather – Blue Blood Blues Lyrics (clipped)

Check your lips at the door woman.
Shake your hips like battleships.

Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service.
Sing. Sing. Sing.

I only got one face da da da da.
I tried too long to erase.
You know if I left. da da da da.
I wouldn’t leave a trace.

If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn’t leave a trace.
I wouldn’t leave a trace. I wouldn’t leave a trace.

If I left, you’d never see me again.
You’d never see me again.
I wouldn’t leave a trace.

You’d never see me again.

via The Dead Weather – Blue Blood Blues Lyrics.

Ghosts

Haunted.

Everything keeps spiraling back around and connecting.

Freakishly.

And I cannot escape Ladytron’s Ghosts (Modwheelmoood Remix), nor the Ghost of the one who brought the song to me.

At the First Hour
Of the Springtime
Made you a Prince with a Thousand Enemies.

Now I see You
From the corner
Clock strikes and I know
You will be Drinking Alone.

There’s a Ghost in me
Who wants to say “I’m Sorry.”
Doesn’t mean I’m Sorry.

Thich Nhat Hanh’s Being Peace Classic Dharma Talk Provides Today’s Lesson:

“Life is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with many wonders, such as the blue sky, the sunshine, and the eyes of a baby. To suffer is not enough. We must also be in touch with the wonders of life. They are within us and all around us, everywhere, anytime.”

~Thich Nhat Hanh

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