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Wayne Coyne - The Flaming Lips
PNC Bank Arts Center -28/07/11
♥ much love to this man.
Happy Birthday Wayne
I’m getting onto my first Amtrak in a few hours. I’m gonba try to blog through the whole thing. Which means I’m also gonna try to stay awake through the whole thing. And I’m hungry. Lets do this.
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watching. this movie is weird.
simple
i got a job at my school as a simulation actor. what does this mean? good question. it means i act as an injured person in simulations for nursing students. specifically, i’m a latin migrant farm worker with a bad back, a lacerated finger, and a nicotine addiction. needless to say, i’m incredibly excited. if all goes smoothly, i’m gonna put the panic in hispanic with this part.
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watching this awesome 80’s horror flick. it’s got some great b-acting, great special effects and makeup, and overall it isn’t a horrible film. even the writing is decent. i’ve found that good writing and bad acting go well together. and of course it’s got that awesome 80’s vibe to it.
Alright.. So there’s that. Hope the sound quality is alright. If anyone cares, feel free to give me feedback. If not, feel free to throw this to the wind.
been writing a few little old raps over this break. this one doesn’t have a name yet, and it isn’t finished. it goes to the beat of atmosphere’s “my songs” which is already an ultra-slap, so i don’t think i did the beat justice, but maybe i’ll put up a recording of it tomorrow of what i have so far and you can tell me.
if i ever found out how to catch my breath
i guess i’d have to let it out with a few seconds left
i’m not the ype of man with a knack for
self-preservation, fat checks, or high quiz scores
guilt tripping; easier than girl kissing
and on any given night, i’m splattered in wishful thinking
obviously, im a little self centered
and by little, i’m talking about the moby dick of disheveled
but you, lets figure out the truth behind the mood
your life is a beer away from a blue moon
and i can’t figure out how you keep the blue cool
with a fork in your mouth and blow in your spoon
you talk about your boss
while you hit the sauce
and complain that your brain ain’t working tip-top
and still you don’t celebrate where your life’s at
you just sit there and masturbate to this white rap
i like it when they keep information on their wrist
and insist that they don’t just do it cause it’s hip
and i like it when their hips move side to side
cause i’m a scumbag, asshole, prick, low-life
ain’t that right? still, i’d love to know about your life
only problem is my ears don’t work in daylight
and you think and you’re scared that i smoke too much weed
the way im irrationally scared of dentistry
and then there’s me,
mad swagged out to a tee
all i ever wanted from life was a little peace
but they gave me a slice
and said, “here’s a compromise,
now go forth and do work
and don’t believe the lies.”
i see it in their eyes
when they wake up in a pool of vomit and freedom fries
put your shoes on punk, and do a little shaving
and girl, you look beautiful, can i call you misbehaving
hello my name is cesar and i’m very please to meet you
so do you have an email or a phone where i can reach you?
something about the lights and the sound in this room
really hits home, feels good, i hope i see you soon
actually, gradually fitting in the norm
and factually scattered, but spitting up a storm
getting warm, naked, raise your hand if you’re a raider
and fuck rolling blunts, i’m a rebel bitch i’m ashing papers
there’s a difference between what i wanna say and what i feel
and that difference can be described with a banana peel
simple, there ain’t much i care about
but my butterfly, i swear to god, tonight we gotta keep it down
what the hell am i saying?
and what the hell’s this game we’re playing?
and is this tree really decaying?
and if you’re the question, then maybe i’m the answer
but we can’t really answer that unless we’re going faster
