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I now have plans of converting my song lyric blog to a place to document my personal efforts to use less, get more and generally keep the earth cleaner. I also will reprint technology notes of interest. What did you do today to make your environment cleaner? Start a compost heap? Recycle your newspapers? Build a steam powered modem? let the MOOT PT. know! peace...

Guided By Voices: The Goldheart Mountaintop Queen Directory

Sometimes theres just no explanation. One of the most beautiful and haunting songs I've ever heard, with no discernable meaning whatsoever.
Also a very short song. Oh, well. That's what I go to GBV for. From "Bee Thousand" which is pretty much awesome on a consistent basis. So they will get several images.
Moot Pt.





cold hands touching my face
don't hide - the snake can see you
old friends you might not remember
fading away from you the goldheart mountaintop queen directory the goldheart mountaintop queen directory
and we looked
and we passed
through the hallways of shatterproof glass

she runs through the night as if nobody cares
she screams and she cries and ignores all the stares
she wants me to come, but i'm never going there
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the goldheart mountaintop queen directory

Squeeze: Tempted

Honestly, I knew of this song long before I knew or cared who played it. But the more I think about it, the more I appreciate the storytelling involved and the sort of controlled pissed-offness of the lyric (self loathing, I think?) The dude is distracted and just listing a bunch of crap that fits in a suitcase. I like that it's just a simple bunch of rhymes, but it's smooth. I'll bet this is one of the most misquoted lyrics in the world.
Moot Pt.


I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
A flannel for my face
Pyjamas, a hairbrush
New shoes and a case
I said to my reflection
Lets get out of this place
Past the church and the steeple
The laundry on the hill
Billboards and the buildings
Memories of it still
Keep calling and calling
But forget it all
I know I will

Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered
Whats been going on
Now that you have gone
Theres no other
Tempted by the fruit of another
Tempted but the truth is discovered

Im at the car park, the airport
The baggage carousel
The people keep on crowding
Im wishing I was well
I said its no occasion
Its no story I could tell

At my bedside empty pocket
A foot without a sock
Your body gets much closer
I fumble for the clock
Alarmed by the seduction
I wish that it would stop

I bought a novel, some perfume
A fortune all for you
But its not my conscience
That hates to be untrue
I asked of my reflection
Tell me what is there to do