Tuesday, September 22, 2009

proof that birds are sEcretly composers...

Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.


If you're interested in the TAB for this bit of musica, I've place my transcription here.

Monday, September 21, 2009

looking for wisdom in compulsory bEhavior

I often find myself listening to the same song over and over and over... a momentary lapse into obsessive compulsory behavior.

Three songs I had trouble allowing the ipod to shuffle past today...

  • For No One -- The Beatles
  • Still At Home -- Luna
  • Cuyahoga -- REM
Can any wisdom be derived by a merging of the three?

When everything comes crying to you
Take a picture [as a] souvenir
Cause in her eyes you see nothing

Perhaps not. Chalk it up to another bout of compulsory obsession.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

natural hEaling

A lot of changes in this neck of the woods, mostly age related. It's a bit worrying to think that I am not as young as I used to be, and some of the problems you hear about on shows like Oprah (Gak!) and pharmaceutical commercials have a certain relevance in your life. But being who I am, I'll only see a doctor for diagnosis... not treatment. My body is fearfully and wonderfully made; it has the ability to heal itself (don't believe me? Watch that cut on your arm closely) provided I give it what it needs to fully repair the damage.

But that's me. You can go get a prescription for Avadart if you wish. As for me, I'll juice, cut out the estrogen-saturated meats, load up on HGH, Zinc, EFA's and a battery of Vitamins. I have personal experience with Mark 5:25-26 which says,

And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years, and had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse...


Did you catch that? Spent all she had? Was nothing bettered? Grew worse? How many people today can say the same? Millions.

To those doctors who are guilty of their treatments, and desire to do the same to me, I say,

"Physician, heal thyself."

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

can't kEep it in...

Okay. I've gotta let it out. Without saying a word it has to be dealt with. So to do that, I've enlisted the help of Cat Stevens who said it best many years ago. Why reinvent the wheel?

Take it Steve.


Oh I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've got to show the world, worLd's got to see, see all the love
love that's in me.

I said, why walk alone, why worry when it's
warm over herE. You've got so much to say, say what you mean,
mean what you're thinking, and think anything.

Oh why, why must you waste your life away,
you've got to live for today, then let it go
Oh, lover, I want to spend this time with you,
there's nothing I wouldn't do, If you let me know.

And I can't keep it in, I can't hide it and I can't lock it away.
I'm up for your love, love heats my blood,
blood spins my head, and my head falls iN love, oh.

No, I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've gotta show the world, world's got to know,
know of the love, love that lies low, so

Why can't you say, If you know, then why can't you say.
You've got too much decEit, deceit kills the light,
light has to shine, I said shine light, shine light.

Love, That's no way to live your life,
you allow too much to go by, and that won't do.
No, lover. I want to have you here by my side
Now don't you run, don't you hide, while I'm with you.

'N I can't keep it in, I can't keep it in, I've gotta let it out.
I've got to show the world, world's got to see, see all the love
love that's in mE.

I said, why walk alone, why worry when it's
warm over here. You've got so much to say, say what you mean,
mean what you're thinking, and think anything. Why not?
Now why why why not?


That's right, she walked right into my office, smiling bright as sun, and for the time she was there I just basked in the sweet light of her. Amazingly beautiful.
 
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