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Bella & Edward of Twilight – Through Radiohead’s Creep

April 6, 2009

When you were here before
couldn’t look you in the eye.
You’re just like an angel.
Your skin makes me cry.

You float like a feather
in a beautiful world.
I wish I was special.
You’re so very special.

But, I’m a creep.
I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

I don’t care if it hurts.
I want to have control.
I want a perfect body.
I want a perfect soul.

I want you to notice
when I’m not around.
You’re so very special.
I wish I was special.

But I’m a creep.
I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.

She’s running out the door.
She’s running out, she run, run, run, run, run.

Whatever makes you happy.
Whatever you want.
You’re so very special.
I wish I was special.

But, I’m a creep.
I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.

BELLA: “what a stupid lamb…”
EDWARD: “….what a sick masochistic lion.”

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A Handful of Nothing

September 1, 2008

Luke: Anybody here? Hey, Old Man. You home tonight? Can You spare a minute. It’s about time we had a little talk. I know I’m a pretty evil fellow… killed people in the war and got drunk… and chewed up municipal property and the like. I know I got no call to ask for much… but even so, You’ve got to admit You ain’t dealt me no cards in a long time. It’s beginning to look like You got things fixed so I can’t never win out. Inside, outside, all of them… rules and regulations and bosses. You made me like I am. Now just where am I supposed to fit in? Old Man, I gotta tell You. I started out pretty strong and fast. But it’s beginning to get to me. When does it end? What do You got in mind for me? What do I do now? Right. All right. [Gets on knees, closes eyes and begins to pray] On my knees, asking. [pause] Yeah, that’s what I thought. I guess I’m pretty tough to deal with, huh? A hard case. Yeah. I guess I gotta find my own way.
Dragline: Luke?
Luke: [Shakes head and smiles] Is that Your answer, Old Man? I guess You’re a hard case, too.

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“You Know Iron, Boy?”

August 15, 2008
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Johnny Cash and James Wright

June 2, 2008

In “Walk The Line” there is scene of Cash lying in hammock while a bird flies over him. When I saw this scene I immediately thought of this poem by James Wright.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly

Asleep on the black trunk,

Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.

Down the ravine behind the empty house,

The cowbells follow one another

Into the distances of the afternoon.

To my right,

In a field of sunlight between two pines,

The droppings of last year’s horses

Blaze up into golden stones.

I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.

A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.

I have wasted my life.

James Wright

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Make A Plan To Love Me – Bright Eyes

May 30, 2008

I heard you’re scheming new pyramids
Another big idea to get you rich
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

You said you had your foot in the door
You buy and you sell, you buy some more
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

Life is too short
Death doesn’t ask
It don’t owe you that

Some things you lose
You don’t get back
So just know what you have

And make a plan to love me sometime soon

First you want to ride off into the Sun

Then you want to shoot straight to the Moon
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

When you are young the world is a Ferris Wheel
I know we will grow old it is lovely, still
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

Life is too short
To be a fool
I don’t owe you that

Do what you feel
Whatever is cool
But I just have to ask

Will you make a plan to love me?
Will you make a plan to love me?
Will you make a plan to love me sometime soon?

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Will Somebody Bring the Lady a Beer?

January 31, 2008

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A Dialogue on the Relationship Between The Artist and Their Audience

January 5, 2008

JIM
(wry)
Oh and what is my goal Paul? Death?

PAUL
“Death old friend”.

JIM
(laughing)
Wrong. I just want the pure beauty
of absolute zero and sing the blues
man — do nuthin, go nowhere, just
be.

TOM
With that waistline Jimbo you got no
choice.

JIM
(laughs, goodnatured)
What’s wrong with being a large
mammal, a big beast like a tank. I
feel great!

DOG
Yeah. What’s wrong with being fat.

TOM
You mean “Crawling King Flab”? Rock
is cock babe and your rock is dyin’.

JIM
Rock is death! There is no longer
belief. Hey, I’ll write poetry and
direct movies.

TOM
And what are you offering? Sex? You
can’t get it up. Salvation? You can’t
even save yourself. Come on Jim,
you’re not gonna be remembered.

JIM
Miss?…

STEWARDESS
What do you need?

JIM
Some love.

MIKE
They’ll still be talking about Jim
when you’re a walk on Baker. I’ll
make you a deal. When you do
something, I’ll criticize it.

JIM
The first two novels come along they
love you, next few they slam but if
you stay around long enough, one day
they say, “hey he’s part of the
national psyche”.

TOM
(a cruel sarcasm Jim
seems to enjoy)

…if you live long enough, don’t
kid yourself Jimbo — you’re all
alone out there, Jimbo, cept for me,
cause you’re too wacked out man,
they’re scared, you’re too fuckin
crazy.

JIM
(feigning innocence)
I wasn’t mad, Tom. I was only
interested in freedom.

TOM
(the devil)
Bullshit! You’re bored, you’re not
free. You tested all the limits,
fame, fucking, money, — whatcha
gonna do now Jimbo! When the music’s
over, when you’re too fat and ugly
to get on a stage, whatcha gonna do
for act three — puke on Heaven’s
door?

JIM
Listen you two bit fuckin actor, you
underestimate the audience. You think
they all want a better job, a house,
two cars, money, that’s what you
think but you know what they really
want, Tom, in their lives, what they
really want —

TOM
Tell me.

JIM
(a whisper)
…something sacred, that’s what
they want, something sacred.