I am in love with this song. I cannot wait for the new Los Campesinos! record coming out sometime next year. Why must I wait! GAH!
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me Five hundred behind A thousand years in perfect symmetry
R.I.P Michael Holt aka Mr. Terrific. Cause of death : shitty writing by unoriginal creative team hellbent on destroying anything good about the JSA. Coincidentally, he was stabbed in the back.
One of the few brilliant black characters that didn't fall into any of comics' usual stereotype of visible minorities. He was brilliant (3rd smartest man on Earth apparently, "Holt is also a polymath who has specialized in multiple fields of medicine, engineering, and science. He possesses 14 Ph.D's (two of which are in engineering and physics)"...wikipedia.) and one of the few positive portrayals of atheists in comics.
I'm quite excited about the new Flight of the Conchords album. I'm not convinced it's as good as the first album, but I think it's fantastic nonetheless. I really hope the reports of their burn out and hiatus are greatly exaggerated.
This song in particular makes me smile and swoon as I hear it. It makes me want to fall in love again, even if the love is just in my mind :
Rambling Through the Avenues of Time
I was wandering through the streets of the city Rambling through the avenues of time When from nowhere my eyes fell onto a girl, and by chance her eyes fell onto mine (Ehh) So I sat and I acted all nonchalant She smoked her lavender cigarette Reading the future that lay in my hands, as my shadow played a bass clarinet (Where are you going with this Bret?) We waltzed down a moonlit boulevard Just two silhouettes in the mist (Oh yes) Days went by and years went by Moments went by when we kissed (When was this?) She said "your beard is woven of heartache" And we'll drink for the lonely, tonight And the moon is a horny old drunkard (Uh Bret, could you please move over to your right?) We drank dandelion wine and we reminisced about the moment when we first met that day (I'm trying to watch TV) Then we reminisced about how we first reminisced (Oh yea? Sounds a bit gay) She handed me a broken memory A keepsake to forever-more save That a brief taste of love is as sweet as any And with that she made her way
She said her name was a secret Then she said her name was Cherie (Is her middle name Cherie? So its a secret Cherie? Maybe?) Hmm maybe (What'd she look like?) She looked like a Parisian river (What, dirty?) She looked like a chocolate eclair (Thats rare) Her eyes were reflections of eyes (Ohh nice) And the rainbows danced in her hair (Oh yea) She reminded me of a winter's morning (What, frigid?) Her perfume was Eau De Toilette (What does that mean?) She was comparable to Cleopatra (Quite old?) She was like Shakespeare's Juliet (What 13?) The bohemians of SoHo did pirouettes, as we waltzed through the streets of Manhattan On rivers of ribbon and sailboats of songs (Bret, did any of this actually happen?) The girl I described, she's as real as the wind Its true, I saw her today The other details are inventions Because I prefer her that way
