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"ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa
ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa"

listening to michael jackson's thriller takes me back to junior high and a summer hanging out with tina frook.

a couple of observations from the first listen after 10 years or so:
-- i had forgotten paul mccartney signing on the girl is mine and i'm glad i did.
-- more synth than i remembered, but i suppose you could say that about the entire decade.
-- wanna be startin' somethin' is a good pop song. i liked it then and i like it now.
-- quincy jones is a brilliant producer.
-- the home demo version of billy jean is interesting but not worth a download from iTunes.

turns out i seem to collect quite a bit of music produced by quincy jones. looking over my collection, it spans 4 decades and is interesting for it's variety: dinah washington, the themes from ironside, the cosby show, sanford and son, michael jackson, big daddy kane...oh yeah, he also co-produced the color purple, one of my favorite films.

this is probably too much information but what the heck: i love the theme from ironside. the bassline and the bass trombone behind that flute then the call and response bit with the horn section. sure, the soprano sax was cool for the time too, but i love me some horns and a good bass...

here's to quincy jones!

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walking home from the ferry terminal: a beautifully restored ford convertible

found object: under the viaduct on my way to the ferry

the lusty lady's current offering

taken from a metro bus while stopped in belltown

tourists at the market

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from 'adapt or die: ten years of remixes'

i step off the train
i'm walking down your street again
and past your door, but you don't live there anymore
it's years since you've been there
now you've disappeared somewhere, like outer space
you've found some better place

and i miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
and i miss you, like the deserts miss the rain

could you be dead?
you always were two steps ahead, of everyone
we'd walk behind while you would run
i look up at your house
and i can almost hear you shout down to me
where i always used to be

back on the train, i ask why did i come again?
can i confess, i've been hanging round your old address?
and the years have proved
to offer, nothing since you've moved
you're long gone, but i can't move on

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the boney king of nowhere...

...we accidents waiting, waiting to happen...

in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape
broken branches trip me as i speak
just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there
just coz you feel it doesnt mean its there

there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck
(don't reach out, don't reach out
don't reach out, don't reach out)
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster
(don't reach out, don't reach out
don't reach out, don't reach out)
just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there
(theres someone on your shoulder)
(theres someone on your shoulder)
just coz you feel it doesn't mean its there
(theres someone on your shoulder)
(theres someone on your shoulder)
there there

why so green and lonely
and lonely
and lonely

heaven sent you to me
to me
to me

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen

we are accidents
waiting waiting to happen

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alt.end
...yeah it's a big bright beautiful world
just the other side of the door
six billion beautiful faces
but i saw them all before...

hurt
...if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way...

frost and fire
...and if i didn't have the fire to struggle
i could freeze your shoes
when you say you wouldn't change a day
makes me wonder where I went astray
satisfied with things that leave me tired
we're as unlike as frost and fire...

alt.end
yeah it's a big bright beautiful world
just the other side of the door
six billion beautiful faces
but i saw them all before...
no this is not about running out on you
not a case of right or wrong
it's only that it's over and done for me
it's already been and gone
and i don't want another go around - i don't want to start again
no i don't want another go around - i want this to be the end
i want this to be the end - i don't want to start again
i want this to be the last thing we do
it for me and you...
for all my dreams came true
yeah i know i should care if you come with me
yeah and i should care if you go
really should care about your love or your hate of me
yeah i should care... but I don't
and it's not about giving up on you
it's not a case of do or die
it's simply that it's over and out for me
there's no more room inside
and i don't want another run around - i don't want to start again
no i don't want another run around - i want this to be the end
i want this to be the end - i don't want to start again
i want this to be the last thing we do
it for me and you...
yeah it's a big bright beautiful world out there
just the other side of this door
six billion beautiful faces await
but i saw it all before...
no this is not about running out on you
not a case of right or wrong
it's only that it's over and done for me
it's already been and gone
and i don't want another go around - i don't want to start again
no i don't want another go around - i want this to be the end
i want this to be the end - i don't want to start again
i want this to be the last thing we do - this to be it for me and you
this to be the last we go through
this to be the end
for all my dreams came true

hurt
i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
i wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
i am still right here
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way

frost and fire
you take the name of a man you hardly know
and then you grow up and that name has to go
married with kids and they don't want to know
about the dreams you had let go
you're still waiting for a knight in shining armour
to steal you against your will
and while you're waiting and doing no harm
you know there's plenty of time to kill

and when you claim you wouldn't change a day
makes me wonder where i went astray
happy with things that leave me tired
we're as unlike as frost and fire

and now yourself you start to see in me
pictures of things you could've been
torches i find i am bearing for you
when you know you could've carried them too
we give up so easily what little they leave us to lose
and if i didn't have the fire to struggle
i could freeze your shoes

when i say i couldn't live that way
you must wonder where i went astray
happy with things that leave me tired
we're as unlike as frost and fire

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"So convenient a thing it is to be a reasonable creature since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to do."

-- Benjamin Franklin

"...Franklin came to stand for all of America's bourgeouis complacency, it's get ahead materialism, it's utilitarian obsession with success - the unimaginative superficiality and vulgarity of American culture which kills the soul."

-- Gordon S. Wood

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put out one of my eyes and i still got two
put out the second one and i can still see you

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you

I affect your chemistry and macro molecules
Cells, and groups of cells called tissues
Organs, organ systems, organism
Population, communities, eco-systems
Forks in the road in the valley of decision
Prophets and charlatans both speak visions
So this descendant of african survivors
So-called indian tribes and the korean war-child
Birth name rocka peeps named me iristyle
Or iriscience possesor of the secret file
A student on these l.a. blocks
Ever since I first saw the train and ran from the cops
A triple optomotrist mental megalolopolis
We never fall tho, turntables might wobble, babu
Drop the obelisk on this, guaranteed hot shit, triple optics

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)

I say make moves, or watch your paper trail
And right before the...absorb the vapor trail
On my mark engage in sub-conscious
Better than the many successfull club launches
You blast, I blast, and then what?
Ends in automatics if we don’t blast fast enough
For use of ferrians tearin up various areas
I rock slow but crack them sound barriers
Its iristealth, the inteligence played
Invisible to radar, from the clouds I make it rain
Swoop down survey if they chase like charlie
Back up, I syncranise three eyes like bob marley
And see triple optic, tho you use therm-optics
To camouflauge yourself with elements and objects
I rock projects y’all the township youth
I make the people listen, boogie down, and move

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)

Well, I study, stock pile, and buil(d) for a while
The colorful bomber creates a devastate style
We redefine the state of the art as we go
And bust ends egos and super egos
I grab you with my talons and fly you to the mountains
Where you can meditate on it a harmony inbalance
In audio, video, spiritual wars
I move like the spook who sat by the door

Put out one of my eyes and I still got two
Put out the second one and I can still see you, triple optics (x2)

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