aka - the life and times of a dedicated peaceful gypsy revolutionary
1 - speak openly
- implication - think freely
i think that about does it for rules. part of the reason being a gypsy rules.
as i transitioned from part to full-time gypsy over these last few days, i've had a few memorable experiences.
-elated biochemical fluids running through me that people, including me at times, love to call love. in person with a couple different people.
-i had my first mouth kiss that was not from a family member in either 11 1/2 months, or since november of '09, as i ventured out west via new york to begin in earnest as a writer/part-time gypsy. (i had sex for the last time about 11 1/2 months ago, but i very well may not have smooched. that's just the type of sex that was. relatedly, one main reason for no sex was to break down long-standing habits as i prepared to take on the life of a gypsy. i did not want much of my overseas time spent in the pursuit of sex. i'm after something i believe to be more profound than that. that said - sex rules :))
-i was pleased on many levels to see my most recent blog easily trounce the views of all other posts. thank you all for paying attention.
-i got a love letter. yeah!
-i got oodles and oodles of hugs. each one special. from special people. thank you all
-i left probably more at odds with the 2 people whom may have missed me the most when i last left no co. this is okay. for now.
-i got to see my friend brett and his husband, whom graciously housed me last night. and now, even, while they're both gone. lovely lovely people. and reunion. and home that they've made together.
i listened to mainly 3 different bands on my way down: wilco, sky blue sky, radiohead, hail to the thief, and my latest addition, mr dylan, The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9.
if i were a crazed parent in the 80's, i probably would have blamed the music for my recent actions. in rainbows had been my most oft listened to album over the last 6-12 months. maybe it's the single greatest album ever. then came the universal repressed pain represented in the king of limbs. i've never before listened to 1 single album so many times in such a short time period. ditto the song "give up the ghost." it's also the first album i've purchased in a long time. then came the profound bittersweetness of sky blue sky, a wilco album i skipped when i was cleansing myself of outside influences. i just bought it, and listened regularly to songs like "hate it here." and then there's dylan. the most calming for me. even though he's been a revolutionary for a long long time. i love that juxtaposition. so did M.
wilco yesterday - enjoyable on many levels.
boston radio - pleasing
radiohead - recognition of where i am and what i am setting off for
dylan - well, he and whitman might be the 2 most important people in the last 150 years. so i gotta pay attention. as i'm sure radiohead has, since their one of the few non-60's era bands that will grow musically while containing socially messages, and more. it seems they may have found the universal consciousness in their recent album. that consciousness is not pleased at the world we people subject ourselves to. neither am i. that's the main reason i keep plugging away at my book all these days and months after i began. the more i do, the more i fulfill my previously envisioned role for myself - non-violent, peace loving, gypsy revolutionary. hello world!
i loudly sang along to this song yesterday. affirmation of wrongs in a micro world i just left, and the macro world i will now focus my energies on. enjoy. i will include the lyrics below the song, since i theorize that thom yorke purposefully doesn't enunciate well, so as to make his voice a more viable instrument. that said, the words carry meaning. and the answer is yes - i am just such a dreamer to put the world to rights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rv1cUkfBx88
Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
yeah I feel it, I needed attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah I need it, I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah I love it, the attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Soon oh
I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
I'll swallow up flies?
Back and hide
But I'm not
Oh hail to the thief
Oh hail to the thief
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
Oh go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not
1 - speak openly
- implication - think freely
i think that about does it for rules. part of the reason being a gypsy rules.
as i transitioned from part to full-time gypsy over these last few days, i've had a few memorable experiences.
-elated biochemical fluids running through me that people, including me at times, love to call love. in person with a couple different people.
-i had my first mouth kiss that was not from a family member in either 11 1/2 months, or since november of '09, as i ventured out west via new york to begin in earnest as a writer/part-time gypsy. (i had sex for the last time about 11 1/2 months ago, but i very well may not have smooched. that's just the type of sex that was. relatedly, one main reason for no sex was to break down long-standing habits as i prepared to take on the life of a gypsy. i did not want much of my overseas time spent in the pursuit of sex. i'm after something i believe to be more profound than that. that said - sex rules :))
-i was pleased on many levels to see my most recent blog easily trounce the views of all other posts. thank you all for paying attention.
-i got a love letter. yeah!
-i got oodles and oodles of hugs. each one special. from special people. thank you all
-i left probably more at odds with the 2 people whom may have missed me the most when i last left no co. this is okay. for now.
-i got to see my friend brett and his husband, whom graciously housed me last night. and now, even, while they're both gone. lovely lovely people. and reunion. and home that they've made together.
i listened to mainly 3 different bands on my way down: wilco, sky blue sky, radiohead, hail to the thief, and my latest addition, mr dylan, The Bootleg Series, Vol. 9.
if i were a crazed parent in the 80's, i probably would have blamed the music for my recent actions. in rainbows had been my most oft listened to album over the last 6-12 months. maybe it's the single greatest album ever. then came the universal repressed pain represented in the king of limbs. i've never before listened to 1 single album so many times in such a short time period. ditto the song "give up the ghost." it's also the first album i've purchased in a long time. then came the profound bittersweetness of sky blue sky, a wilco album i skipped when i was cleansing myself of outside influences. i just bought it, and listened regularly to songs like "hate it here." and then there's dylan. the most calming for me. even though he's been a revolutionary for a long long time. i love that juxtaposition. so did M.
wilco yesterday - enjoyable on many levels.
boston radio - pleasing
radiohead - recognition of where i am and what i am setting off for
dylan - well, he and whitman might be the 2 most important people in the last 150 years. so i gotta pay attention. as i'm sure radiohead has, since their one of the few non-60's era bands that will grow musically while containing socially messages, and more. it seems they may have found the universal consciousness in their recent album. that consciousness is not pleased at the world we people subject ourselves to. neither am i. that's the main reason i keep plugging away at my book all these days and months after i began. the more i do, the more i fulfill my previously envisioned role for myself - non-violent, peace loving, gypsy revolutionary. hello world!
i loudly sang along to this song yesterday. affirmation of wrongs in a micro world i just left, and the macro world i will now focus my energies on. enjoy. i will include the lyrics below the song, since i theorize that thom yorke purposefully doesn't enunciate well, so as to make his voice a more viable instrument. that said, the words carry meaning. and the answer is yes - i am just such a dreamer to put the world to rights
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rv1cUkfBx88
Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five
I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five
It's the devil's way now
There is no way out
You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now
Because you're not there
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
yeah I feel it, I needed attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Yeah I need it, I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
I needed attention
Yeah I love it, the attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Soon oh
I try to sing along
But the music's all wrong
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
I'll swallow up flies?
Back and hide
But I'm not
Oh hail to the thief
Oh hail to the thief
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
But I'm not
Don't question my authority or put me in the box
Cos I'm not
Cos I'm not
Oh go up to the king, and the sky is falling in
But it's not
But it's not
Maybe not
Maybe not
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