Harrowing Tales of Snow, Philosophy, and Dumb Laptop Batteries

Listen:

Idioteque - Radiohead

Lyrics:

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow till I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
You haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the fire
Throw them in the

We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scare mongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles quirking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

deaf and lost are the children


My lovely laptop battery can now only go to 50% battery life before my computer shuts off. Blarg, blarg I say. Hence we listen to Idioteque for my laptop battery is an IDIOT and they talk about ice ages blah blah it's snowing. If only I was as amazing as Yorke in my blatherings to the world about I feel you could be listening to an amazing song rather then reading this dumb. I really don't want to dish out the money to get a new battery, but having to have my laptop plugged into the walls at all times is defeating the purpose of having it.

In other news I think I am going to be dropping my double major in Philosophy. Don't get me wrong, I love the subject, but what am I going to do with the degree? I see it like this: people go to school to become philosophers to then go into a job teaching philosophy to people wanting to become philosophers who will then go into a job teaching philosophy to people wanting to become philosophers who will... you get the picture. Philosophy is like a mosquito, they live to reproduce and then die. I suppose you could say the same about humans, but humans don't (I know they sometimes do) die right after giving birth. And it's annoying like mosquitoes are, long drawn out complicated debates that will never amount to anything nor answer anything. A huge positive feedback loop that grows and grows into nothing. And I just really like photography.

I will leave you all with another cold snowing song, enjoy:

Lua - Bright Eyes

Lyrics:

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...

Need Your Help+The Killers Cover

Ok well since most of my blogs are depressing and no one seems to like the music blogs I post, I am gonna use this blog to my advantage. I am trying to decide what to name my next Wickson! album. I have a couple ideas so I wanna know what you think. Here they are:

1. 0-(^_^)-0
2. 0-(^_^)-0: A Tale of Harps and Tales
3. In the End We Are All Skeptics and Alone... 0-(^_^)-0 HUG!!!
4. A Tale of Harps and Tales
5. (Insert your own suggestion)

Just respond with what you think, or tell me, or don't.

Thank you for helping, no even though no one seems to listen I am stuck on spreading good music to all who want to hear so check this out:

Click Me----> 0-(^_^)-0

That is a cover of The Killers song When You Were Young by a band called The Noisettes. They change the words a bit, but I think it's pretty tight. Nice and raw. Let me know what you think. By the way, Geoffrey Rush is on the new album. Mine, not the Noisettes.

99 Red Balloons vs. 1 Black Balloon

Listen to this:

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Lyrics:

Baby's black balloon makes her fly
I almost fell into that hole in your life
And you're not thinking about tomorrow
'Cause you were the same as me
But on your knees

A thousand other boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon
That was your womb

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer

You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What's the things they never showed you
That swallowed the light from the sun
Inside your room

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer

And there's no time left for losin'
When you stand they fall

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder

All because I'm
Comin' down the years turn over
And angels fall without you there
And I'll go and lead you home and
All because I'm
All because I'm
And I'll become
What you became to me



Don't you just wish you could go back the 90's to be depressed? Seems like depression, sadness, and lonelyness was so real back then. Not to say I am either of those three, though I'm sure deep down I am all three. Oh well though, for I have to Goo Goo Dolls to feel like shit with. Funny how the imagery of one black balloon some how can rival that of 99 red ones. Both have such an amazing ability to make your imagination's jaw drop in awe. Vast numbers and lack of numbers both very bold, red and balck very epic. What color is your balloon? How many are there?

Us

CLICK HERE AND LISTEN ----------> 0-(^_^)-0

Us - Regina Spektor

They made a statue of us
And it put it on a mountaintop
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun, have fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious
And it's contagious


Reginia has this way of making music where you get this overwhelming feeling of something. But that's all it is, something. You have no idea what the hell she is talking about, but you just know it's something big or real. I wanna catch it.

Until the Blue Came

Please listen to the song below while you read this. It will help I think.




A long time ago, long before I could remember I lived in a world very similar to ours. The trees were the same, the Starbucks were the same, and the canned pineapple was the same. All was the same except for the people. In this world people are born into different evolution groups and you flow and exist with this group until someone steals your carbon and your heart quits. This evolution is not like the ones we are taught in biology class with monkeys and Darwinism. The evolution is that of our minds. We would evolve and our mental state would simply become more advanced. Along with this standard of evolution, the other huge difference was that we could only speak to those who were in the same stage of evolution as us. You were always in the same stage as the group you were born into so you could always talk to them, but you could also talk to members of other groups as long as they were in the same stage as you.

My group had just evolved which granted us access to a higher form of education so we got to go to a new school. I had been there for a couple months so I was just getting used to it. Classes were going ok, but I hadn't really met anyone new. The members of my group, whom I loved dearly, were boring me. I needed something new. It was around this time that she arrived. I'll spare you what I thought of her. Just think back to every cheesey, romantic, and cliche way to describe the love of your life you have ever heard. That was how she made me feel. She grew to feel the same about me with little effort on my part. We were simply meant to be I thought. We didn't love each other, we belonged to each other.

After we had met we soon dove into our glorious relationship. You know that part of the relationship where everything is simply amazing? You know right around the beginning? Well I would like you to imagine that feeling never going away. The freshness never staled, the spark never went out, and old seemed new. For years we spent every possible moment together, running away from out future and giving the cold shoulder to the past. Now was ecstasy. Now was ethereal. Now was pure. Little did I know that now would soon be assassinated by Murphy.

One day I was sitting in a study room at school and she walked up to me. I saw her eyes and heart fell out of my stomach and splattered on the floor. Smashed tissues and blood covered my last moments as a person. I began the rapid fire of concerned questions, frantically demanding to know what could have possibly brought sucked the existence out of her eyes. She set her hand on my forehead and allowed one tear to fall screaming to it's death upon the floor from her dead eye. The tear smashed to pieces and its mutilated tissues joined those of my heart on the surface of the planet. She turned around and began to walk. As I watched in horror she faded into air, becoming nothing more then a faint outline of true compromise. Her group had evolved, I would never be able to see or speak to her again.

She was out there in the world, everyday. Every god damn day, and I couldn't even sadly watch her be. Soon after this existence ceased to matter. Everything blurred and lines crossed. Thousands upon thousands of years later I would wake up crying at night in a new body, recalling my last thoughts. Without thinking I scribbled them down on a piece of paper and then fell back asleep. The world would know of my thoughts, but would she. If you are out there I need you to know this:

The two met when the atmosphere made the park’s sky a livid blue

“Where had she been?” he often wondered

She could never provoke enough diction to relay the message

He had never focused on how alone he had been until the blue came

She could taste it in the aura they shared; time had lost too much blood

Evolution broke their bonds

Misfortune ignited their ever growing infatuation

If he could just tear his face off, the hormones in his skull would splash to the floor

and not into his Superior Vena Cava

She burned his last thought away with a drag, lung cancer over thought

The park’s sky was an anonymous green from then on, she thought green was efficient

The park’s sky was an anonymous green from then on, his last thought was red




All was fine until the blue came. Those fucking dead eyes...

GERARDAHHHHH

So I get an email from Craig of Cloud Cult last week and I nearly died. And now I am pretty sure I have. Gerard Way of My Chemical Romance kinda sorta just totally responded to me on Twitter. Now I know this is not a huge thing, but if you know me then it really is a big thing. Like one of the biggest things ever. Really. AHHHHHHHH!!!!! GAH... It took a lot for me to not just be typing jibberish of joyness right now. All I need to do now is talk to Trent and I can probably die happier than anyone ever has ever. Or become immoral.

Be Happy

Even if the lyrics are not this song puts me in a good mood. I think today is a good day for a good mood. So! Listen to this:

CLICK HERE -------------> 0-(^_^)-0

Lyrics:

Over and Over Again (Lost and Found) - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

I heard it from a friend
The Revolution never happened
Sigh
A little die
No more a child
Goodbye

Now where's the woolen sweater
You mentioned in the letter?
Imply
The other guy
is getting lies, am I?

A clean shave in the morning
And a full beard with no warning
Time has gotten by on alibis and wine

Success is so forbidding
But it makes me think I'm winning
Quiet
Dim the lights
Adopt another lifestyle

come-a come-a come on
Over and over again

You look like David Bowie
But you've nothing new to show me
Start another fire
And watch it slowly die

Condemned to a Cycle

Consciousness flows in my ears and trickles down my spine, the sheep are around me

Thought is of no concern for me; I relax in my own hypocrisy

A mother calls out for a missing child; my eyelids shut the waves out for a while

More fading as days pass, their baggage forever rotating around the conveyer belts

Most forgotten

Life was too thin, they had second thoughts, I had my first

Faces turn to masks that seem too real, have I uttered in days?

My clock doesn’t bother any more; I see it in my breath…3…2…1

The house shrinks as I am pulled up; all is color, my eyes spill grey all over

Time and space gut each other on my way up, scraps of meat hit my face

I wake up in a body drilled with holes, where am I?

Shangri-La was staring me in the face, but it was premature so they walked away

Purgatory for a week, no… a second? I felt awkward asking

I am me again; my holes are filled with other’s pieces, a little too baroque for my tastes

The floor gives

Click…the hammer releases

I am a vessel

Splash

I deteriorate when I connect with the other bodies, or did they?

I am no longer me, I am we

I am wet

Craig Minowa

Craig Minowa emailed me and I pretty much pissed my pants while my heart exploded in my chest all while I stopped breathing. I had probably the worst week of my life to date, mostly after last night. I gotta say I am feeling fine now, funny how little things can completely change the color of the world. What is the color of your world?

Mine is this color ------------> CLICK HERE

Sing I Love You All

Watch this:

http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/shared/downloads/thedresdendolls/dresdendolls_sing_700.mov

Lyrics:

There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch
Back in the day it just went without saying at all
All the world's history gradually dying of shock
There is this thing it's like talking except you don't talk
You sing
You sing

Sing for the bartender sing for the janitor sing
Sing for the cameras sing for the animals sing
Sing for the children shooting the children sing
Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn't sing
Just sing

There is thing thing keeping everyone's lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let's just pretend we're all gonna get bombed
So sing

Sing cause its obvious sing for the astronauts sing
Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing
Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjuweed sing
Sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to sing
Just sing

Life is no cabaret
We don't care what you say
We're inviting you anyway
You motherfuckers you'll sing someday...
You motherfuckers you'll sing someday...
You motherfuckers you'll sing someday...

Then listen to this:

http://www.theworldforgot.com/twf/mp3/boty08/Cloud%20Cult%20-%20Love%20You%20All.mp3


We are all people and we all deserve a chance. I'll sing for you if no one has yet. I love you all, never quit.

BANJO

I want to learn to play the god damn Banjo.

The Existence of Life is a Highly Overrated Phenomenon

On March 10, 2009 Michael McLendon of Kinston Alabama burnt his mother's house down after shooting her and her dogs. He then drove on to Samson Alabama where he shot and killed his grandmother, grandfather, aunt, uncle, and a child. McLendon then proceeded to drive around and shoot at people simple sitting on the front porches and some people at a gas station killing at least four more. After the police went after him he shot and killed himself.

The next day, a 17 year old in Germany returned to the highschool he graduated from less then a year ago. There he proceeded to shoot and kill 8 female student, 3 female teachers, and 1 male student. He then ran outside, shot and killed a man waking down the road, forced his way into another man's vehicle and told the man to drive. As the police began to chase him he ended up at an auto dealership and ran inside where he then shot and killed a sales man and a customer. Shortly after he went back outside and had a shootout with the police force shooting and injuring two officers. Eventually the shot and killed himself making the body count 16.

I cannot conjur the words to describe how this makes me feel. I wonder if that girl will be smiling this Thursday?

Elapse

Oh life, without you I would be bored and dead.

I have been thinking about time a lot recently. I am becoming increasingly more disturbed by how fragmented it is and how little of it we ever see. We only ever catch a second of it at a time, and to me a second is not enough to understand something. Yes we have video and camera equipment to document and record seconds in the past, but there is nothing there. A photograph of myself is a documentation of something that is not there not will ever be anywhere again. As a second is birthed a second dies. All that is falls in the realm of a second. I have a hard time grasping this. All of existence is contained on a single second at any given time. Insane.

So far throughout history, though history might be sham for it too exists in something that no longer exists (CONTRADICTION AHHHHHHHHHHH!), time has been flawless, for we have always experienced the next second following the one we currently were residing in, but what if time is not perfect? All of what we know would be doomed, for all that was, is, and will be (oxford comma alert) has, does, and will (x2!) exist in a single second. If a second ever failed to come there it goes. Everything lost and gone. As I had just typed the word "gone" that second is now gone and I will never live it again. That scares me. This sense of never going back, never seeing anything of that sort again makes this all seem so pointless. Who/what ever created this must known a big something we don't know, or is a complete moron

One second dies another is born, and we wait for our own time to be replaced with a new version. I am not really sure where I was going with this and I fear I never will, just needed to get it out. Thank you for sacraficing your seconds for me. I hope they did not die in vain.

Year Zero

It's Ok

Listen to this:

http://mineorecords.com/mp3/lotalk-its.mp3

It's Okay,
I don't even cry
all I think about is a memory
in that dream when you kissed my arm
as I look away, don't hear
what I say

That maybe when I die
I get to be a car
driving in the night
lighting up the dark.
something in your voice
sparks a little hope
I'll wait up for that noise
your voice becomes my home

Long way round, don't care what I find
A little thunder's good, I thought maybe you would
but it's okay, we all feel left out
sometimes growing up, it can get you down.

I give you some thing that no one's gonna to give you
my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
I'll never tell you, but you're my little scar
Goodbyes are hard and they're hard and they're hard

Maybe when I die
I get to be a car
driving in the night
Lighting up the dark
Something in your voice,
sparks a little hope
Ill wait up for that noise
your voice become my home

-Land of Talk-

I can't get over that thought of becoming a car when I die. That is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard in my life. Everyone want's to be remembered after death, or to go to heaven, or to go to hell, or for nothing to happen. I feel these desires are too much for the human mind to lust over. Even reincarnation is too much for me to handle, but this idea of a car simply lighting up the night... holy shit. I wish that someday I can have such simple needs, wants, and wishes. I think we would all be happier if that was the case. Life would be quieter. Tomorrow would come and go, and conversations would be warm. Life is glass and dreams are clay. What are you molding?

Why so serious?

Thursdays are the worst days of my week usually. They start with a 9:30 (weird time) class that is supposed to teach me how to look at art... I don't think anything else needs to be said about that. That class concludes around 10:30 and then I am left with nothing to do until 2 pm. I am then left with the decision to walk home or stay at school, both involving little productivity for in either case I will end up sitting on facebook, playing around in photoshop, or youtubing.

I then have to go to Biology in society. I love Biology, but I am an art student. Obviously I am too busy wasting my time in college and have become and idiot from the art world and I am no where near smart enough to not drown in academic knowledge and scientific discovery that I would consume whilst taking General Biology. so I get Bio in Society. Out first test was on the scientific method. I got to learn what a hypothesis was and how to test one. :D (Note sarcasm please)

After I am told how to look at a painting (which you do with your eyes if you were unaware), sitting on some whorish social networking site, and discovering that water can come in not one... not two... BUT THREE DIFFERENT FORMS (I know I pissed my pants when I found out too) I get to go to the ever so lovely Biology in Society Lab. This is where we get to make DNA strands out of pipe cleaners, and used Mr. Potato Head dolls to show how different people can have different genetic traits. This then concludes anywhere from 4:30-5:30 pm.

So now I am pissed and grumpy and more cynical then ever (which is possible somehow) and I am walking home. And this is the worst part of my day. Every Thursday I pass this girl on the side walk. She is looking up and smiling. Just walking and smiling. Not twitching, not moving her lips at all. Just smiling. I can't fathom that. Is such happiness even possible? Smiles are moments in this world. A sighting of beauty, a joke, a warm memory. This smiling moments come and go in anywhere from 2-30 seconds I would say. But this girl, what did she find? I become filled with this rash mixture of hatred and depression at the sight of her. I want to grab and shake her and demand to know what is so good. What is it?

I soon come to the realization that I am a cynical jerk and keep walking. It still haunts me sitting here and thinking about it. Every week, every time. Smiling. I am glad I am not her.

the fish

the thing you gotta realize is that when you squint your eyes all college students are the same
luck can hit 3 times right?
parts wonder
it feels like the decomposition of the last
but it’s not even a first
they talk to you
licking your twists
lathering them with their possibilities
your possibilities
mine?
hers.
Oh yes it always has to come back
this fucking perpetual boomerang
exceeding exponentially where it mists
is the 15 significant?
did her twists slow respiration 19 times?
i’m going to build a pink home and drink lemon butterscotch dead with love
track 08
track 11
cute
these are your words under it all
peel the skin back
i stop squinting
track 3 makes me cry
hurrah! hurrah!