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Wednesday, 26 Aug 2015 (Only #Music)

It hardly seems like six years since the closing of the book on the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica. The show has remained steadfast in my mind. I was enthralled by the sci-fi extravaganza, which seemed to re-invigorate a genre with its gritty "realism" and humanity tested out and shown at its best and worst.

The soundtrack music, composed by Bear McCreary (apparently that is a real name) lives on and for me it re-stirs the feelings I had about the stories and the characters struggling forward in their journey to find a new home.

Here is a re-worked compilation that I found of a number of the themes from the programme. I think it does the show justice.

I hope you enjoy it. I live to curate. Smile


Tuesday, 4 Aug 2015 (Only #Music)

I just discovered this song this evening on a regional BBC rafio station. This band seem to me to evoke the groovy bits of Eighties vibe that I enjoyed, and mix it up with a newer, techno feel. Likeage is due.


Friday, 3 Jul 2015 (Only #Music)

All the more frightening because it actually did happen.

Every dude must relate to this song; to wit - true story, nicht wahr?





"My Stupid Mouth" - by John Mayer

My stupid mouth
Has got me in trouble
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday

And I could see
She was offended
She said, "Well anyway"
Just dying for a subject change

Oh, it's another social casualty
Score one more for me

How could I forget?
Mama said, "Think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one soon

We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker

And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out and what went wrong

Oh, the way she feels about me has changed
Thanks for playing, try again

How could I forget?
Mama said, "Think before speaking"
No filter in my head
Oh, what's a boy to do
I guess he better find one

I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me

Oh, I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now

One more thing
Why is it my fault?
So maybe I try too hard
But it's all because of this desire

I just wanna be liked
I just wanna be funny
Looks like the joke's on me
So call me captain backfire

I'm never speaking up again
It only hurts me
I'd rather be a mystery
Than she desert me

Oh, I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
I'm never speaking up again
Starting now
Starting now


Friday, 19 Jun 2015 (Only #Music)

One of my favourite songs ever is "All This Time" by Mr Gordon "Sting" Sumner. The song is part of an album in which he is trying to work through the death of his father and his relationship with his "old man".

This song is imbued with loads of religious overtones. The pop video is crackers, but I really recommend studying the lyrics: Mr Sting is quite erudite and it benefits the reader for taking the time.

And remember: Men go crazy in congregations. They only get better one by one.





All This Time

I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog
And an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
Saw the sad shire horses
Walking home in the sodium light
Saw two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night
And all this time
The river flowed
Endlessly,
To the sea.

Two priests came round
Our house tonight
One young, one old,
To offer prayers for the dying,
To serve the final rite
One to learn, one to teach
Which way the cold wind blows
Fussing and flapping in priestly black
Like a murder of crows

And all this time
The river flowed
Endlessly,
To the sea.

If I had my way
I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man
I'd bury him at sea

Blessed are the poor
For they shall inherit the earth
Better to be poor
Than a fat man in the eye of a needle
As these words were spoken
I swear I hear the old man laughing:
"What good is a used up world,
And how could it be worth having?"

And all this time
The river flowed
Endlessly,
Like a silent tear.

All this time
The river flowed
Father, if Jesus exists,
Then how come he never lived here?

Teachers told us
The Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple on the edge of the
Empire garrison town
They lived and they died
They prayed to their gods
But the stone gods did not make a sound
And their empire crumbled
Till all that was left
Were the stones the workmen found

All this time the river flowed
In the falling light of a northern sun
If I had my way
I'd take a boat from the river
Men go crazy in congregations
They only get better one by one

One by one
One by one, by one
One by one

I looked out across
The river today
I saw a city in the fog
And an old church tower
Where the seagulls play
Saw the sad shire horses
Walking home in the sodium light
Two priests on the ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night

Sunday, 14 Jun 2015 (Only #Music)

Another discovery in my slow and patient unearthing of material by the Mountain Goats.

If ever there was an example of a "three-minute wonder" pop song, this ain't it... although it does play for just over three minutes.



Here is a studio version:-





Damn These Vampires

Brave young cowboys
Of the near north side
Mount those bridge rails
Ride all night
Scream when captured
Arch your back
Let this whole town hear
Your knuckles crack

Sapphire Trans-Am
High beams in rain
Drive wild broncos
Down the plain
Push up to the corner
Where the turbines hiss
Someday we won't
Remember this

Crawl 'til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me
Tie those horses
To the post outside
And let those glass doors
Open wide
And in their surface
See two young, savage things
Barely worth
Remembering

Feast like pagans
Never get enough
Sleep like dead men
Wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes
Try not to hate the light
Someday we'll try
To walk upright

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