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Grass and Concrete

Grass and Concrete

A quiet life
A country life
Where the grass sways in the breeze
And the hues of green signify the beginning of balmy nights
A far cry from the city
Gone are the endless vibrant lights
Gone are the 2 a.m. trips across town just because they make the best doughnuts
In this place of air almost too clean to breathe
They stroll
A traffic jam is four cars at a stop sign
Battling rules of the road with polite hat tips of "you go first"
Fast feet and hot dog carts
Italian ices on every corner
Fifty-six blocks to a destination
A world of choices
A billion footprints at a time
Stoplight crowds of sneakers and pantyhose
Everyone is invisible and naked at once
The green haired freak and the business man
The limos and the gypsy cabs
The excitement only felt in a world of possibilities
The difference between pick up trucks and bike messengers
A hundred miles for supplies
Or fifty-six blocks of everything under the sun
Soot filled pores and too much traffic
Street sounds to sleep by and a world of opportunities
Crickets and junebugs
The world closes at eight
Nightlife turns into Wal-Mart and Taco Bell
The slow pace of growing grass
The warmth of a winterless Summer
Wishing for a trip across town at 2 a.m. just because they make the best doughnuts

4/25/15

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in the tunnel at the end of the day

in the tunnel at the end of the day

The dark hole that pours out people
Like a gravity defying waterfall
Had a heartbeat that day
Barely audible on the surface
Fighting rush hour traffic to get in
Where the world was getting out
Lured deeper underground
By the echo of a soul
Walking past the platform
Drawn to the rhythm
Like only those whose minds hear in color can be
It grew louder, defiant
Begging to be heard over the stomping herd of human cattle
Yet, whispering its song through the veins of all who cared to listen
Against the wall
Out of the way, almost unseen
There on a milk crate
With a bucket and a stick
Sat a boy with worn out sneakers
The deep sound of air caught in a drum
The high pitch of a stick on the edge
The melodious rise and fall
Of fingers and palms on the smooth surface
Garbage, an old used five gallon bucket
A twig and broken milk crate
Still, in this tunnel sat a boy
Whose heartbeat echoed in the corridor
The only time I ever gladly missed a train

4/25/15

in the tunnel at the end of the day

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If a Kiss Is Just a Kiss, You're Doing It Wrong

If a Kiss Is Just a Kiss, You're Doing It Wrong

There in the closeness
A hairs breadth away seems a million light-years
The sweetest air fills lungs in hurried breaths
A quickened heartbeat drowns out the world
The mind twists and sways in thoughts that soon become a blur
Melded into emotion, into heat
And time stands still

Drawn like magnets to fill the gap
That electric blue spark lingers behind a gaze
Current runs high
Feeling the blood rushing through the smallest veins
Every cell electrified, every hair on end
The weakening of unwanted defenses
That moment the body and soul acquiesce
And time stands still

In the stroke of a cheek
The almost intangible sensation of gliding on smoke
Rising as the embers burn from within
And each breath fans the flames
Proximity feeds passion
As time stands still

The past, erased methodically, deliberately
For there is only this
This birthing of eternity
This moment when the tentative brushing of lips
Burns into soulful coalescence
This one reality
This moment
When time stands still

If a Kiss Is Just a Kiss, You're Doing It Wrong

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Ed and Thom's gluten and dairy-free crêpes

Here is the recipe for Ed and Thom"s famous crêpes/creeps. Highly digestible, quick and easy to make, they won't stick to the pan and may be used exactly like traditional wheat pancakes. Try some ratatouille fillings with it, it's delicious!

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Ingredients

Makes 12-18 pancakes:

2 cups (500 ml) oats milk, rice milk or almond milk
9 oz (250 g) rice flour
3 eggs
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Instructions

Mix all ingredients together until it forms a smooth batter without lumps.1

Leave to rest in a cool place for 30 minutes then cook like ordinary pancakes.2

Ey@el

Endnotes

  1. ^ If you wish to use sweetened fillings, you may add some (natural) orange flower/vanilla extracts or rum to flavour your pancake batter.
  2. ^ While Radiohead use guitars, it is best to use a frying pan as it requires great skills to get the crepes off, striking hard on the guitar strings after each verse (roughly what it takes to cook them).

© La Pensine mutine

Disponible en français ICI

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and if...

And if you fall in love with me

And if you fall in love with me,
And if,
Then, we will have two nightingales in our eyes
Then, we will sing with them all night
Cuddled, wrapped in the blanket of sky
Then, in the morning we will go
through apple trees
Because the morning fog's white horses will neigh for us

We will part the lips of flowers
We will swim through summer
Until it spatters goldenly in the whitness of the Sun

And we will shout loudly
Flushed with our life
Hey, if you fall in love with me...

And if you abandon me
And if,
And if the spout of river will separate us
Then we will each go through the black forest
Then we will go through cliffs, empty ravines
Until we stand side by side on a glade
We will freeze on a glade
Into one stone...

Into one stone we will freeze
In one silence we will drown
And we will last forever like that in the silver whitness

And you will not get away from me
You won't go away, you won't come back
Hey, if you abandon me...
Hey...



Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/je%C5%BCeli-mnie-pokochasz-and-if-you-fall-love-me.html#ixzz3Xi5yhFyv

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Oleg Pogudin - Cossack Lullaby (Казачья колыбельная песня)

Sleep my sweet darling; oh my little angel,
I will watch over you
like the silver moon that peers into your cradle
and tell tales to
you-oo-oo-oo;
pretty tales to you.

When you are older; you will be a soldier
with a horse and gun
and then I will make a pretty saddle for you
make it just for
you-oo-oo-oo;
make it just for you.

You’ll be a hero; a great Cossack horseman
then you will ride away
how many tears will I weep as you are leaving
weep them all for
you-oo-oo-oo;
weep them all for you.

I’ll die of longing; impatiently waiting;
praying night and day;
fearing what troubles and terrors may befall you.
So afraid for
you-oo-oo-oo;
so afraid for you.

Please take this icon; a holy symbol
Put it in front of you
And, whenever your life’s put in danger,
I’ll be there with
you-oo-oo-oo.
I’ll be there with you.

Note- Some versions are longer than this but it’s based on a translation I read and what I tried to do was to make the translation fit the music.

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An Unexpected Guest

This evening my wife noticed a man sitting on the little retaining wall next to our cars. Once we finished dinner we noticed he was still there, and our neighbors asked if we knew who he was. Our neighbors had noticed him wandering around the lot earlier in the evening. I went outside to go get the mail, smiled and said hello to him as I walked past. The man smiled and waved back. I asked him if I could help him, he just seemed out of place, and it was beginning to get dark. He responded as best he could by saying hello and that he was happy. I took a guess and asked if he spoke arabic, he immediately responded that he spoke Farsi and that he was Iranian. Fortunately I know an Iranian pastor, I gestured for the man to stay there and went to go see if I could get the pastor to translate. I was almost certain that the man was lost.

I can't imagine being lost where I don't speak the language, sitting on steps as the sun is going down. Fortunately we where abled to get the Iranian pastor on the phone to help us communicate. The pastor knew the man and his family, the man has lost his way before, and the pastor has found him wandering around the church. We were able to contact the mans daughter and arrange for her to come pick him up. In the meantime we invited the man into our home and spent some awkward time looking up phonetic spellings of farsi words to try and communicate in a very rudimentary way. I'm glad we were able to help get this man back to his family.

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Listen.

Sirens are whispering in the background, they are coming.

When the starfish hits the uppity lion, seaweed tumbling, dicing, rolling, smirking.

Go now, go now. Lullabies for the gracious kids that want to flip a coin. Heads is butter. Tails is neverending.

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Radiohead x Muse Night in Tokyo


I don't know how many people who live in Japan are here.
and I know I should write this in Japanese because the event is set in Japan.
but most of my friends here are English speakers so .....

anyway, we have a gig next month.
2015.4.11 (sat)
@ The club Edge Roppongi Tokyo

I sometimes organize a fan event called Radiohead Night.
but this time,I collaborate with a Muse tribute band.
the venue will be filled with Radiohead/Muse songs...

I hope everyone enjoys our live performances and DJs.

https://www.facebook.com/events/357096387828979/


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On the Turning Away!

Much has been said by aficionados of Radiohead (and don't get me wrong, I need 'em, or needed 'em, once), about The Pink Floyd. Radio head members may not like the way The Floyd invested their millions into property rather than losing it all in "The Great Depression" (of 2008) as that financial crisis is known now by George Osborne, our UK chancellor.

Such a reaction to me, sounds more like pointless, and as always, futile Jealousy by those who can't recognise a sensible profits preservation policy when they see it.

Now, in addition, in very recent years, like 2012 on, David Gilmour (the beloved on many a young ladies' bedroom, even to this day!) has revealed what I must only describe as 'Top Secrets of the Floyd Method'. Speaking as a buddhist, I mean budding guitarist (since 1973, Dark Side year interestingly) it has come to my attention why the Floyds'  sensible and wise (IMHO) ''capitalist model" is so persistent in their method, and that is is that they have links with my home town of Lytham-St-Annes, Lancashire, England.

David's Mother it is very recently only revealed was a Lytham Lass. Lytham is a special place, whilst post-war (WWII) still being very cosmopolitan and in league with Blackpool 7 or 8 miles away, was probably the first town in Industrial Revolution Britain to actively go through a necessary, indeed unavoidable metamorphosis from a physical class separation of the working-classes and the Middle, management (Civil-Service) and even the Upper Class where present there, to one where they were forced to live together, and learn to get on, actually putting differences aside. Fancy and imagine that. Did people really give up resentful reliable, chaotic and frequently antagonistic Class Grievances for an appreciation of the self-evident "common good"?

The Piers on The Holidaying Center of Blackpool promenade were in the 18C owned by different families, invested each in their own class, the workers of the milling and Lancashire industrial towns, and on the other hand that family invested in the more landed middle-classes. I myself was born and lived in Swiss Lodge, Green Drive, Lytham, FY8 4LL which was an estate house (guardian's household) to the Clifton Estate in Lytham, very prominent in Lytham Lore. Much is available on line to read about the Cliftons and the Talbots, these two, I shall not say 'competing' grand families.

Lytham-St-Annes 'is in the blood' of anyone who comes from there. It has a strong residual, vestigial longing character for me, which may be more than that longing of an old person to return home and 'say goodbye', that which I'm far from ready to do in finale just yet.

What I'm saying about the Pink Floyd link with Lytham, on Gilmour's side, is that Healthy, Sensible, Self-preserving Capitalist thinking is a part of the very birthright of anyone, with half a brain (like me) and who comes from Lytham-St-Annes.

"He's haunted by memories of a lost paradise, in a dream or a vision, he can't be precise

He's chained to a place that's long since departed, it's not enough, it's not enough"

- Sorrow. Pink Floyd.

A Momentary Lapse of Reason, 1987?

And this is the house in Lytham, where in 1956, I nearly wrote (1696), I was born to MoD civil-servant parents.

This probably artificially colored photo dates from 1915. Thing is, just as I always knew when I was there nothing has changed. The fields around, despite threats from housing estate developers down the decades remain unscathed and green, and the house itself has for a long time had a preservation order on it, so no changes on that front either. Truly a time Capsule.  It's like me. A physical manifestation of something surviving disastrous tumult & drastic changes.

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WAITING FOR RADIOHEAD NEW ALBUM !

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Radiohead vuelve a Sudamérica en abril del 2018 !!!

Santiago, Buenos Aires, Lima, Río de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Bogotá

Todos los detalles de los shows en: 
https://www.wasteheadquarters.com/schedule

Radiohead em Brasil confirmad
https://www.wasteheadquarters.com/schedule

Radiohead will play some festival shows in South America in April 2018. 
For full details go here:
https://www.wasteheadquarters.com/schedule

Radiohead will be playing some festival shows in South America in April 2018. Support comes from Flying Lotus, Junun and local acts.

                                                  W.A.S.T.E PRESAL: 

Radiohead Brasil - Prevenda na waste !! Thom na Ipanema 2009

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20 dezembro: https://www.wasteheadquarters.com/schedule

Radiohead play live in South America in April 2018 - tickets for Brazil go on sale 20th December. Tickets for all other dates are on sale now https://www.wasteheadquarters.com/schedule 

                                                                             Buenos Aires 2009

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Dear Thom

Dear Thom,

I couldn't be happier with myself.  I have been cheating on my sobriety and it makes me buoyant.  I listened to Ok Computer today and really enjoyed making love.  It is a beautiful day and the weather is only getting better.  Soon, I am off to consult with my tattoo artist about a new piece-I am not sure if it should be on my neck, my chest, or my left calf...but it is going to be an abstract lotus flower in pink and yellow (inspired by the King of Limbs).  I am still working on the Tao, A dark dream but I have renamed it Hurt at your prodding and I think it suits the novel better.  I took the first three chapters to a writing workshop last night and honestly I think I shocked them with the graphic nature of the material.  The one woman said straight up this is not my thing.  Which is frustrating not having the right audience, it was as if they couldn't appreciate the prose.  And there is a lot of symbolism which they thought was unnecessary, growl.  I do not take criticism well.

I mean to correct what I stated in my last letter about my parents.  I love my mother and father and family.  I instigated a lot of the problems but children do.  And they did their best even though I still stand by that fact that they are egotists but everyone is and so am I.  In a way.  Perhaps, this is why I write to you, it allows me to simply speak my mind like a journal entry that everyone can read and which may have repercussions but for the most part is anonymous.  I can be like Thom Yorke, "I want to marry you!"  And it will simply hang on the screen like a confession of love for everyone on here to see and comment but mostly not shocking.  But some of what I write is shocking and its the truth like how I want to marry you ;)

Anywho,

Love you as always,

Rhael

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From TED Ed: How playing an instrument benefits your brain - Anita Collins. When you listen to music, multiple areas of your brain become engaged and active. But when you actually play an instrument, that activity becomes more like a full-body brain workout. What's going on? Anita Collins explains the fireworks that go off in musicians' brains when they play, and examines some of the long-term positive effects of this mental workout.
Lesson by Anita Collins, animation by Sharon Colman Graham.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0JKCYZ8hng

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Dear Thom

I performed the other night and I was really nervous because I was afraid that people would hate me.  I think that I sang beautifully but I couldn't stop shaking.  I even held the microphone with both hands to steady myself.  I do not want to die tonight.  I have made the decision over and over again to stay sober but it is really difficult because like you say I think I am above the law.  Perhaps this is because of the accolades I received as a young child and adult.  I always receive praise for my accomplishments.  It makes one feel invincible no?  But I am growing up or at least I am trying to.  I was raised by a single parent family.  By my mother whom I love and hate.  My father was horrible.  My mother was horrible.  They are both flawed egotists and I learned well from them.  I am no longer having sex.  Partly because of you, partly because I contracted HPV, and partly because it brings me no pleasure.  I have never orgasmed during sex.  It was always by my own hand that I allowed this rape of my body to occur.  Although, I am fearful to say it was rape but that is how it felt to me.  I am numb emotionally and suffer silently.  But I am in therapy now so fingers crossed I will get healthy.  I love you.  Some of the best times and memories I have are listening to you.  You inspire me to sing, to draw, to dance, to write, and most importantly to heal.  Thank you.  I keep an imperfect anal life playing house and dress up for the husband I hope one day to have.  Perhaps, it will be you.  Dream on Rhael child.  But I love you Thom even if I am not worthy of you.  I put up the sign, "You are not above the law" against my vanity to remind me not to do drugs.  It is a life lesson I am learning the hard way.  I am going natural too-all leg hair, pubic hair, armpit hair, facial hair and I have a moustache.  And I threw away all my make-up.  In the spring I plan to walk for my health at the insistence of others.  "Oh Rhael, just lose 20 lbs."  Assholes.  I don't care if I am obese, I am still beautiful, don't you agree Thom?  I haven't touched my guitar in a few days.  I draw all over it.  My mother called it a hippy guitar.  Perhaps, the women in my family are fucked up because my grandmother was a beautician and taught us to maintain a certain façade.  My mother is never happy.  No one in my mother's family is.  And we are all very cliquey.  There are pockets and subgroups and it's ridiculous.  We never left high school, and I am still the loser in everyone's eyes.  I hate it.  I want to be an artist and not a lawyer which was shoved down my throat since middle school.  My family won't or can't pay for my education and I ran out of scholarships.  But now I'm disabled (Mwuahahaha) so maybe school will be cheaper...I don't know.  I am lucky I guess.  Thank Satahn for the government.  So much for being an objectivist.  Damn I am the ultimate fuck up but I survive. 

Love you and good day,

Rhael

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You've Got A Candle to Me.

Snowdrifts on the highway sideway

make me feel so cold

amber lightning at the dawning

make me feel at home

You've got a candle to me

You've got a candle to me

and all that I've waited for implores me

to be myself

once over again

I have hidden in that foxhole below

I am bidden to reach that inner soul

and you've got a candle to me

I'm singing

You've got a candle to me

release that arrow

let it all go

bury the hatchet

deep in the snow

Be my witness in that sorrow

hold my teeth now

suck my marrow

You've got a candle to me

You've got a candle to me

weightless floating in the ocean

jellyfish sting my feet

Perhaps this gloating left me moping

in all I didn't see

But baby you've got a candle to me

You've got a candle to me

Fan blades spinning on the ceiling

humming to the heat

leaves one wondering

what is coming

in the end for

me.

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