Rosaries

Mexican Dogs by Cold War Kids (Loyalty to Loyalty, 2008)

Lock all exit doors
Now I wanna be your dog
Tape winding up

Hot tide, rattling off
Say goodbye to the friends you brought
Run with us

Oh where I walk now. Where I walk now
When I talk now. When I talk now
Oh where I walk now. Where I walk now
When I talk. When I talk

Flashlights go out
Stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names

Tires burn in the dark
Mary’s beads and the burning heart
Falling apart

High tide kicking sand
High tide we’re all raised to win
To taste the salt

Coca-cola
Cost a quarter on my block
On my block
Coca-cola
Cost a quarter on my block
On my block

Flashlights go out
The stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names
Flash lights go out
The stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names

We will chase the bright lights till we’re done
We’ll chase the bright lights
We will chase the bright lights till we’re done
We’ll chase the bright lights

When I taste the salt
When I taste the salt
And I taste the salt
And I taste the salt
Mexican dogs

Band Photography X

Fire Through The Window

Band Photography IX

Ashtray Electric

Bonjour

The Swing by Ashtray Electric (The Dave Sessions, 2007)

There is a story told to many a brave
Its been 5 months, seven years and oh too many days
About a band ,about a song, about a time
We’re gonna swing you round so watch the sky

Your skinny jeans, your lips so sweet, i love the way you tap your feet
You wanna be misunderstood, so listen here and listen good
Try find your way backstage and ill show you how to play

You’re here for the show, you’re here for the lights, you’re here for the dance
But please good sir, wont you spare me a glance
Look not to him, not every scholar can teach
Look not to the heavens for they shall not preach

You make me move, you make me tap, you make me shake
I can just feel my heart break
Seductive bee with such a subtle sting sting
Oh Lord you make me swing

Your skinny jeans, your lips so sweet, i love the way you tap your feet
You wanna be misunderstood, so listen here and listen good
Try find your way backstage and ill show you how to play

Lord knows that i cant sing but my mom showed me how to swing
Come now girl its time to

Click and Take a Listen

Wild Untamed

House of the Rising Sun by The Animals (1964)

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I’m one.

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new bluejeans,
My father was a gamblin man,
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs,
Is a suitcase and trunk,
And the only time he’s satisfied,
Is when he’s on a drunk.

Oh mother tell your children,
Not to do what I have done:
To spend your lifes in sin and misery,
In the house of the Rising Sun.

Well i got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I’m going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun,
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And god I know I’m one.

August 2009

Heavy Rotation:

Arctic Monkeys – Humbug (2009)

Stand out Tracks:

My Propeller

Crying Lightning

Dangerous Animals

Secret Door

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Books of the Month:

Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test – Tom Wolfe

The Great Gatsby, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Four Fists, Crazy Sunday, May Day, Oh Russet Witch - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tokyo (The Devil of Nanking)  - Mo Hayder

Browsing:

Mahala

Days Gone By

For the Damaged by Blonde Redhead

(Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons, 2000)

Maybe again he will be alone
Guess we’re equally damaged
Find your name do it all the same equally
Signal when you can’t breathe no more

Say you were me then you could see the view
You’ll know we are equally damaged
Don’t be a fool, make it easier
You’ll learn to say when
Signal if you can’t say, “no more”

Don’t cross your finger
Sundays will never change
They keep on coming
You’ll be a freak
And i’ll keep you company

Wood for the Trees

“Sob, heavy world  Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy”

W. H. Auden

ND Stone Valley

No One Knows by Queens of the Stone Age

(Songs for the Deaf, 2002)

We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows

We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Tastes like gold

Oh, what you do to me
No one knows

And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool of mine
And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool of mine
Ahh

I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I found low

I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats in the sun
And come undone

Pleasently caving in
I come undone

And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool of mine
And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool and mine
Ahhh

Heaven smiles above me
What a gift there below
But no one knows

A gift that you give to me
No one knows

16

Sestien Jaar Met n’ Vals Kitaar by Koos Kombuis (Equilibrium, 2002)

Sestien jaar, ‘n rock-‘n-roll Zombie, babbelaas en bot in ‘n boot van ‘n combie
Op ‘n plak en oppikoppi, stad kappe Stellenbosch vir sewe sikkels silwer en ‘n bord vol kos
Onthou jy nog vir bongo Jerrie, dink jy nog aan Nick?
En Dapper Jannie, Dagga-Dirk en Valiant en Piet?
L’Amour was die koning op die lead kitaar, maar Gawie was gekroon as casinova van die jaar

Sestien jaar, setien jaar, sestien jaar met ‘n vals kitaar
Sestien jaar, sestien jaar, weet ma hoe lank is sestien jaar?

In die begin was ons min, maar ons wil was sterk
om vir die god van Rock-’n-Roll en vir sy kerk te werk
Die wapad was ons woning, die sterre ons plafon,
Ons het getokkel en gesing vir ons plekkie in die son
Tussen ‘n muur en ‘n skuur en ‘n hoender battery,
langs ‘n wingerd en ‘n dam het ons verniet gebly
Ons kon droom, ons kon dig, ons was honger, ons was maer,
Die toekoms was verseker in ‘n daggablaar

Roekeloos in Rockey Straat, desperaat in Dorpstraat,
Lippe oppie klippe met ‘n sukkelende clutchplaat
Die bakkie het gehou, maar ons go was uit, toe breek ons maar ‘n venster in vermaaklikheid
Doobies op die dashbord, klippe in die pad, Bowie op die boombox, sit hom in rat
Watter kant is Worchester, waar is die bar? Piele op die wiele al vir sestien jaar

Dit was die nag van die diktator, die uur van die dier
Dit was die koudste winter ooit daar langs die Hennopsrivier
Piet Retief is vooruit om vir die kakies te loop sing,
Ons het gewag vir de la Rey om die tyding te bring
Met Ouma Smuts op die wakis en Smuts aan die stuur,
Was die oorwinning my Magaliesberg van korte duur
Die producer het gesweet, maar die drummer het geweet
Die platemaatskappy gaan ons vir breakfast eet
Dop in die kop, van die wal in die sloot,
beskinder in De Kat en in Die Huisgenoot
Die porters op die lughawe het vliee in die salf
Kom ons bel die Vrye Weekblad, kom ons moan oor Ralph
Double-Cross en treachery, leuens en verraad, nog ‘n toer in sy moer, nog ‘n gat in draad
Nog ‘n selfmoord in die Sirkus, nog ‘n band in gevaar,
nog ‘n rondte Brandewyn vir almal in die bar