South of the river's mouth migration slopes slowly towards mainland. There, the salt air fills the gills of the dead bait in hand.
The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet asleep and divided in bands. While beer halls all revel, drunk and disheveled, Helplessly wading the diver is down.
And they're chumming the oceans. The signal is sent, Recieved and repsonded to. The water is red, red, red.
We're downed, downed as the hand of God chokes the driftwood with dead weight and brine. And spawning the detailed decline via dorsal cuts, hooks, sink and line.
The anchors have settled, the tanks are full level. The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow. And harpoons are loaded, the tanks have been lowered. The mask's on, the diver is down, now.
And they're chumming the oceans. The signal is sent I think he's in trouble. The water is red, red, red.
Great song, crappy audio. Not sure if they ever recorded a studio version or not.
July 13, 2009
I take all of the photos that appear on this site unless noted otherwise.
If you want one you can have it, just mention where you got it when you use it.
by Papa M Maybe you'd be better off with another man for there's a weight that must be relieved I dread the thought of losing you but I would understand until that day I'm glad you're here with me
I have friends that may be better for you friends that have not the fears of I* it pains me just to think of you leaving I don't ever want to say goodbye
Lover these powders are compelling I don't claim that it's the way to be if I am fucking up there ain't no telling I'm just glad that you are here with me
This morning they killed the candymaker three shots to his head from a forty five I don't want to end up in the paper or kill a man just to watch him die
I don't mean to judge the man that murders I don't care to un-sympathize I am neither victim nor killer I see myself in both of their eyes
But what drives a man to kill another and leave his body in the dirt to bleed ain't he also my brother ain't you happy you are here with me
*For as long as I've listened to this album, I always thought
he said "not the beers of I". Papa M calls himself Pajo now,
don't get confused when you link to the video. Great cover song by the way.
I am considering a title change for the blog. The url will remain "moping around" so it will retain the flavor of the blog's inspiration but Moping with Intent to Gawk is a bit wordy and I'm tired of typing it.
Please cast your vote in the handy, online survey and the winning words will appear here by Thursday or Friday.
Pancake's House (see clip)
Spaceheater (think slang for ray gun, not portable heating unit)
Some of the Sudden (I can't possibly comment on all of the sudden)
Moping With Intent to Gawk (tried and true but change is good)
I personally am leaning towards PH but the decision lies in your hands.
Expect the same surly insights and fuzzy photographs cuz the game won't change, just the name. Maybe.