Paper Thin Walls

It's time for a good Mouse Fest. It's been a while. This song fits with my current theme (a need to escape; feeling caged and scrutinized).

I need to go, far and long.

Yesterday FAIL! { and Little Motel }

Kayso, i said i was gonna edit those last 75 photos, post them to a gallery, etc., yeah?  I soooo failed.  But in my defense, there was a LOT of head-swapping to be done in Photoshop.  With a shoot involving 22 kids, there's gonna be head swapping here and there.  That's just life. 

So, here i go, back to Photoshop (oh how i love/hate you). 

I'm feeling a little manic today, so here's the song to calm me.  It's even mellow enough for buffalos.




"Little Motel"




I hope that you like it in your little motel

And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well

Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and

Thats why its nice to be by yourself



Cause thats what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I?

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for darlin'



We treat mishaps like sinking ships and

I know that I don't want to be out to drift

Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and

They both tell me that we're better than this



Cause thats what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I?

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for darlin'



We trade tit for tat like that for this

And I don't think that there was an insult that was missed

I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and

I'm very sorry



Cause thats what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for, aren't I?

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for

That's what I'm waiting for darlin'



It rained and its over a shooting star

Landed directly on our broke down little car

We fold and we had made a wish

That we would be missed

If one another just did not exist



Cause thats what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting on, aren't we?

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for darlin'



That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for

That's what we're waiting for aren't we?

So Long to This Cold, Cold Part of the World

So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this bone bleached part of the world
So long to this cold, cold part of the world
So long to this salt soaked part of the world
I stepped down as president of Antarctica
Can't blame me, don't blame me, don't
So long to this sad, sad part of the world
So long, So long

~~~~~~~~~~~

Blame it on the Tetons

Okay, seriously. I've run into a Mouse fan here or there and it's always the same upon discovery: we pause to look deeply into one another's eyes, share a moment of absolute unspoken understanding, hold a moment of silence for the awesomeness (in the truest sense of the word) that is Modest Mouse, then go about life a little happier because we know one more person in the world who Gets It.

This isn't a video; it's just the music, so scroll down and soak up those lyrics.





Blame it on the Tetons

Blame it on the Tetons
Yeah, I need a scapegoat now
No, my dog won't bite you
Though it had the right to
You ought to give her credit
Because she knows I would've let it happen

Blame it on the weekends
God, I need a cola now
Oh, we mumble loudly
Wear our shame so proudly
Wore our blank expressions
Trying to look interesting
Blame it all on me because
God, I need a cold one now

All them eager actors
Gladly taking credit for the lines created
By the people tucked away from sight
Is just a window from the room we're bound to
If you find a way out
Oh, would you just let me know how?
Would you just let me know how?

Blame it on the web
But the spider's your problem now
Language is the liquid
That we're all dissolved in
Great for solving problems
After it creates a problem
Blame it on the Tetons
God, I need a scapegoat now

Everyone's a building burning
With no one to put the fire out
Standing at the window looking out
Waiting for time to burn us down
Everyone's an ocean drowning
With no one really to show how
They might get a little better air
If they turned themselves into a cloud

You Didn't Actually Think Mouse Fest Was Over, Did You?

This is kinda how i feel about living in AZ right now, and particularly in San Tan Valley.





These walls are paper thin


And everyone hears every little sound

Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me

Watch them, watch me right now

They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes

Oh Lord, don't shake me down

Everyone wants two of them

And half of everyone else who's around

It's been agreed, the whole world stinks

So no one's taking showers anymore

LAUGH HARD IT'S A LONG WAYS TO THE BANK

I can't be blamed for nothin' anymore

It's been a long time since you've been around

Laugh hard it's long ways to the bank

Toe the line to tax the time, you know

That you don't owe

I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know

These walls are paper thin

And everyone hears every little sound

Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me

Watch them, watch me right now

They're shakin hands, they're shakin in their shoes

Oh Lord, don't shake me down

Everyone wants two of them

And half of everyone else who's around

It's been agreed, the whole world stinks

So no one's taking showers anymore

LAUGH HARD IT'S A LONG WAYS TO THE BANK

Tow the line to tax the time, you know

That you don't owe

I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know

Oh HUH UH No! { and The World at Large }

In September ima be in the city where Isaac Brock lives, but he won't be there because Modest Mouse is on tour.  You may not see me for days.  I'm going away to sulk now.



The World at Large

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plane
Going to find another place, maybe one I can stand
I move on to another day
To a whole new town with a whole new way
Went to the porch to have a thought
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop
You don't know where and you don't know when
But you still got your words and you got your friends
Walk along to another day
Work a little harder, work another way
Well, uh-uh, baby, I ain't got no plan
Well I float on maybe would you understand?
Going to float on maybe would you understand?
Well, float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold
I like the autumn but this place is getting old
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most
The days get longer and the nights smell green
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave

I like songs about drifters, books about the same
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane
Walked on off to another spot
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want
Did I want love, did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights
Adding their breeze to the summer nights
Outside, water like air was great
I didn't know what I had that day
Walk a little farther to another plan
You said that you did, but you didn't understand

I know that starting over is not what life's about
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud

And that, my friends, is FREAKING GENIUS!

The World at Large (Mouse Fest Continues)

Dear, dear Isaac Brock, why oh why oh why oh why did you guys skip Phx this tour? Where will i have to fly to to see you? (And have 500 of your babies?)

Modest Mouse Affair Turns to Obsession

I shouldn't have to explain this, but i will for the sake of just avoiding other people's confusion.  I LOVE, no...i EFFING LOVE Modest Mouse.  I love their sound, i love their emotion, i love their mystery and i am fascinated by their lyrics.  That doesn't mean their words are my Bible (although they do speak to a lot of my feelings and thoughts).  'Kay?  I'm fascinated by serial killers, but that doesn't mean i want to be one.  'Kay?  (But so we're still straight, i do want to have like 500 of their babies--Mouse babies, not serial killers').

Now then.  I love this song as much as the others i've posted from the mice.  Here are the words, for those of you obsessed with figuring out song meanings.  This one is less complicated than the last couple, but really good all the same! 

My Modest Mouse Affair Continues

A couple posts back, I graced you with the Satellite Skin video from Modest Mouse. The lyrics are so amazing. I thought i would try to sort them out, but i'm not so good at articulating these things, so i'm putting someone else's take on it and i think it's pretty dang good!  (Note:  I left the text as is...the spelling mistakes aren't mine! hehehe)

Here's a take on it from http://www.songmeanings.net from the user HugeMMFan

[start quote]

So, I will give a stab at what this means. To me Isaac is talking about religion in this one. Could just be me but it all makes perfect sense. Moth-wing feelings seems like, this very fragile topic. It is heally hard to talk to some people about religion because they are so closed minded about what they believe and it can cause you to loose friends.... even start wars (powdery dust on your fingers).

"No we're not praying we're kneelin
Hard enough just say you believe them"

Religion is sometimes thought to have been created to help people cope woth their fear of death so many people just find something that makes them feel good about "whats on the other side" and then just go along with the motions so they dont have to worry about their inevitable death. Many people dont even know what they believe, they just know what they are supposed to be doing.

"Well how the heck'd you think you could beat them
at the same time that you're trying to be them"

Ever gone to church and listen to people brag about there new car or new house or how the lord has blessed them??? It always seems to me that people are trying so hard to be better than everyone else and at the same time, they are doing it so that they will fit in (trying to be them)

"You can say what you want you're forgiven
Well happy fuckin congradulations"

HAHAHA this is my favorite part! Many believe that they can do what they want and say what they want just to trun around and "ask for forgiveness" and everything is better. Well happy fuckin congradulations to them.

"Well everyone, everyone wins
Just like being in my own solar system
Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
Oh what the use, oh what the hell"

Everyone who does what they are supposed to, acording to each religion, goes to a better place (everyone wins) I think the next line is meant as I just like being in my own solar system, kinda like being in your own world and and trying to live your life and do whats right but then someone comes along and tells you that what you are doing is not enough (doing good things but the totally eclipse them). So whats the point whats the use, and what the hell? If some diety out there gave us life, do you really think that it would want us to worry about things or to live this one life we were given!?!?

"If you sweep up this mess I've created
Nothing's left to show I existed"

After we die its up to others to tell how we lived. Ever been to a funeral and heard a million good things about someone that was average? I see it as if we dont live the way others want us too, when we die, they get the chance to sweep away all that we were so that, at least in their minds, they won us over to being exactly like they wanted us to wether that was how you were or not. Besides after your gone it doesnt matter anyways right?

"Asking for a question
Was it easier said than was actually done
Do you even believe that
Do you even believe that there's a race to be won"

I have heard several times that it is really hard to share your religion with someone else. How it's easy to talk about in a church setting but when your out side of it, it becomes hard to tell even your closest friend. BUT, if not telling your friends what you feel REALLY meant damnation...... why would it be so hard??? Could be that these people (religous ones) arent even sure what they believe themselves and so are unsure of how to comunicate their thoughts? Or is it because religion is so sensitive that a freindship is more important to them than loosing it over something that NO ONE is sure about?

"Get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
Just to tell you how I could not have seen
Through to the gist of those unhappy
Happy accidents"

WOW have I heard this one before!!!! Someone close dies or something horrible happens and people love to jump to, "Well, it happened for a reason, God works in mysterious ways and this is just a BLESSING in disguise" I feel just like this line sometimes. I just cant see through to the gist of those unhappy happy acidents!

Dont know if this makes sense to anyone else but thats what i hear. Also, i am not sure what Satelite skin is refering to. I was thinking maybe it has to do with something in the sky that people tend to rely on and give this notion of having skin or being real in a sense..... I dont know.

Either way, Isaac Brock is the greatest ever!!!

[end quote]

3rd Planet { this song bleeds me }

This song makes me cry. It makes me think of our miscarriage in Dec. 2007. Several lines just stab my heart: "And baby cum angels fly around you,Reminding you that we used to be three and not two"

and

"Well, the 3rd had just been made and we're swimming in the water.
Didn't know then, was it a son, was it a daughter?"

and when we lost our house:
"Everything that keeps me together is falling apart"

This song just moves my old pain around a little bit, and that's okay. It reminds me that I'm okay now. Those events changed me. Oh, they changed me. But that's okay. Sometimes life is about destruction. I will LIVE until i die.

Now listen.



3rd Planet

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart,
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fuck!ng people over.
My boss just quit the job,
Says he's goin' out to find blind spots, and he'll do it.
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched,
By an eye in the sky that can't be stopped,
When you get to the promised land,
You're gonna shake that eye's hand.

Your heart felt good.
It was drippin' pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees,
Felt cold and wet on the grass beneath,
While outside naked, shiverin', looking blue,
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
And baby cum angels fly around you,
Reminding you that we used to be three and not two,
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.

Well, the 3rd had just been made and we're swimming in the water.
Didn't know then, was it a son, was it a daughter?
And it occurred to me that the animals are swimming,
Around in the water in the oceans, in our bodies,
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet,
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic, and how.
Well, the universe is shaped exactly like the earth;
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth;
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth...

Your heart felt good.
It was drippin' pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees,
Felt cold and wet on the grass beneath
While outside naked, shiverin', looking blue,
From the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon
And baby cum angels fly around you,
Reminding you that we used to be three and not two,
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.

Well, the 3rd had just been made and we're swimming in the water.
Didn't know then, was it a son, was it a daughter?
And it occurred to me that the animals are swimming,
Around in the water in the oceans, in our bodies,
And another had been found, another ocean on the planet,
Given that our blood is just like the Atlantic, and how.
Well, the universe is shaped exactly like the earth;
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth;
If you go straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
And the universe is shaped exactly like the earth...

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart,
I've got this thing that I consider my only art of fuck!ng people over.