tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378443912011-04-21T16:50:08.612-07:00wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164933299026215982006-11-30T16:30:00.000-08:002006-11-30T16:54:03.300-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/002439zs"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/002439zs" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00244fkd"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00244fkd" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00245qd3"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00245qd3" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00246fyh"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/00246fyh" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022wr4e"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022wr4e" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022x4c0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022x4c0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022yhac"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/macpod_bores/pic/0022yhac" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493329902621598?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164933011505271082006-11-30T16:29:00.000-08:002006-11-30T16:48:20.873-08:00<blockquote>the drunkk machine<br />spitting nonsense<br />spitting feathers<br />talking in toungues<br />swiveilijng heads<br />splitting hairs<br />dont listen<br />who is driving?<br />aquaplaning<br />hold on<br />i got a bad feeling<br />i got a bad feeling<br />i got a bad feeling<br />don't listen<br />swivelling heads<br />the drunkk machine<br />spits<br />who put it in charge?</blockquote><br /><br />scrolling lyrics in radiohead.com:<br /><blockquote>second: spitting nonnnsseeense spitting feathers talking in tongues..swivelling heads SPLITTIng HAIRs Don't listen...<br /><br />third: I got a bad feeling.... ABout this. About this About this ....... Who put IT in charge ? the drunkk machine =</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493301150527108?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164932990854171092006-11-30T16:27:00.001-08:002006-11-30T16:43:09.193-08:00<blockquote>clicks on the phone.<br />I cannot help you.<br />caught by own worm.<br />caught in a rat's nest.<br />eat own young.<br />chew through wires<br />sewn up in stitches, stitches.<br />deny all knowledge.<br />paragraph 5.<br />subsection b.<br />the comittee is content. content.<br />to live in a rat's nest.<br />rat's nest</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote>a rats nest<br />caught in own mess<br />setting the traps<br />nest full of rats<br /><br />vermin<br />eat anything<br />flailing<br />chew through wires<br /><br />sit at high table<br />eat wild boar<br /><br />secret handshake<br />sleeves rolled<br />six of the best<br />crack whip<br />trousers down<br /><br />mad old men<br />run this town</blockquote>--scrapbook, radiohead.com.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493299085417109?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164932871989132922006-11-30T16:27:00.000-08:002006-11-30T16:46:25.406-08:00<blockquote> is this a free seat?<br />which way you heading?<br />you keep pushing and you keep pushing.<br />between the whipcrack<br />and the moonbeams<br />i said coachman where we heading?<br />the gleaming teeth<br />of the inbetween<br />i can hear some people laughing.<br />is this is a stitch up?<br />i am not willing<br />so i am turning you off and then i'm counting.<br />i regret.<br />i turn the clock back.<br />to where i wasn't taken in.<br />i jump out<br />of a window<br />and get lost in a jetstream.<br />this is a ghost coach<br />that we are riding<br />damp decay and splintering.<br />between the whipcrack<br />and the moonbeams<br />i can hear some people laughing.<br />We need a rubber man<br />we need a stretchy man<br />i'm not sure i am welcome.<br />you are a fool<br />and this is over<br />over the cliffs of Dover.<br />i regret.<br />i turn the clock back.<br />to where i wasn't taken in.<br />i jump out<br />of a window<br />and get lost in a jetstream.<br />you're beautiful<br />until i get close<br />you have the eyes of a mountain goat.<br />a coat of mildew<br />a bad smell<br />and the strap broke in my hand.<br />now i wanna turn back.<br />turn back.<br />i wanna turn back.<br />you need a rubber man<br />you need a stretchy man<br />you need a rubber man<br />you need a stretchy man<br />i wanna turn back<br />i wanna turn back<br />you need a rubber man<br />you need a stretchy man<br />you need a rubber man<br />you need a stretchy man<br />i wanna turn back<br />i;m on my back<br />turn back.</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493287198913292?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164932672426204222006-11-30T16:22:00.000-08:002006-11-30T16:49:39.556-08:00<blockquote>dont walk the plank like i did<br />you will be dispensed with<br />when youve become <br />inconvenient.<br />did i fall or was i pushed?<br />did i fall or was i pushed?<br />then where's the blood?<br />where's the blood?<br /><br />im coming home i am coming home<br />to make it alright so dry your eyes<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />we just cant do anything about it<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />we just cant do anything about it<br />dont ask me ask the ministry<br />dont ask me ask the ministry<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />there are so many of us so you cant count<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />there are so many of us so you cant count<br /><br />up on harrowdown hill<br />caught between the shadows<br />thats where i am<br />slumped against a tree.<br /><br />can see me when im running?<br />can see me when im running?<br />away from THEM<br />away from THEM<br />i cant take the pressure<br />none cares if you live or die<br />THEY just want me gone<br />THEY want me gone<br /><br />im coming home im coming home<br />to make it alright so dry your eyes*<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />we just can’t do anything about<br />we think the same things at the same time<br />there are too many of us so you cant<br />there are too many of us so you cant count<br /><br />it was me led into the backroom<br />Harrowdown hill<br />it was me led into the backroom<br />Harrowdown hill <br />it was a slippery slippery slippery slope<br />it was a slippery slippery slippery slope<br />i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness<br />i feel me slipping in and out of consciousness<br />i feel me _____</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493267242620422?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37844391.post-1164932545458800672006-11-30T16:21:00.000-08:002006-11-30T16:45:22.660-08:00<blockquote>I luv ya</blockquote><br /><blockquote>you luv me<br />i luv ya (repeated multiple times)<br /><br />un souvenir de la rue? (repeated)<br /><br />i luv ya (repeated multiple times in two layers)<br /><br />i love you (repeated several times)<br /><br />i luv ya (layered over the previous vocals</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37844391-116493254545880067?l=spittingfeathersep.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>wierd fisheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01762003424374157129noreply@blogger.com0