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(Please) Lose Yourself in Me-My Bloody Valentine



Unison gal and boy vocals I can't handle the perfection oh my lawd

BOOGEYINGNEI

Sound and Vision-David Bowie


Had a super swell dance party in the hotel room for like an entire hour. It was actually so killer oh man. Cannot wait to get back and BOOGIE THE HELL OUT.

NUP I'M JUST GONNA WATCH ANOTHER FILM ALREICH

(Please) lose yourself in me

was feeling a bit poopy for a while. so I listened to some bloody Val and then watched the life aquatic with Steve zissou in bed in a hotel in Melbourne. I had a massive nap this afternoon and would like a chat but hey, you know what. I AM GREAT COMPANY FOR MYSELF also there was just a lovely whirring noise I think it
may have been a tram
it was really lovely

sounded like those things that you spin through air really fast and it's this really pleasant whistle whir like your being flown through space in a wonderful machine. Short ride in a fast machine by John Adams that is a piece of music.

anyway, wes anderson is my hero and makes me super happy and is really good at remindingme of all the beautiful things

like bill murray

and rainbow seahorses

I wish I was that German kid at the end of the film that gets to go on bill Murray's shoulders how swell would that be, my goodness.


anyway friends, I'm going to try and sleep maybe put on some nice musics or summin I don't know. I'm going to try and find something a friend lost in a park a month ago tomorrow so I need all the eyes I can get.

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wearin' a beanie, thug lyfe

arthur

Just gave myself a bowl cut fringe, this was not my wisest move with the scissors but I guess subconsciously I always wanted to be a Beatle so I will make the most of it.



It's All Too Much-The Beatles

IF I WANTED SOMETHING YOUR THUMB TOUCHED I WOULD EAT THE INSIDE OF YOUR EAR

SO EXCITED FOR SEASON FOUR

Hev a tune

The Things I Miss-My Bloody Valentine

Woke up to Ecstasy this morning and made brie and ham croissants in a deep blue and blossomy satin kimono and had some custard, then was interrupted by a new fridge and had to put some clothes on. Balls.

Going to Melbourne.

GONNA GET ME SOME CUSSING REKKIDS THIS TIME.

So sick of wearing a full face of make up for four days in a row doing this job, so in celebration am going to make a point of not wearing ANY this weekend. My pores will be so pleased.

Also, I'm going to load up the iPod completely with things I haven't listened to before and try and get through two of these books I have. ALREICH.





..twelve hours with my 13 year old sister though...WOOH.

Badlands

Love Is Strange-Mickey and Sylvia

"I love you, but you don't know what you're talking about"

Spent the night spooning a cat and wwatching Moonrise Kingdom for the first time in three months. I'm allergic to kitties, and am now really sniffly and my eyes are a little swollen. BUT IT WAS A GOOD SPOONIN'.



Op. 7 Cuckoo from Songs from Friday Afternoons-Benjamin Britten

luvin self in the morning

GOOOOOOD MOWNANG CONNOR WELCOME TO TUESDAy I WILLL FEED YOU FETAMATOAST TO SOUL REKKIDS WITH REAL BUTTER TOO. AND A BUCKET LOAD OF SAlT.

I am going to find a way in which I can have this morning happen EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE. Work for a few hours a day, but be able to go for a run in the morning and listen to records all morning in bed and have toast in bed and do everything as fast or as slow as I want to. 

It's seriously the best thing. COULD YOU IMAGINE LIVING THIS LIFE WITH YOUR PALS HOLY CUSS BALLS, WHAT A TIME.

I JUST WANNA BOOGIE ALL OF THE TIME

Slow Fizz-The Sapphires

it's paradise, peradise when I see you

The Hand of fate-The Babies


Woke up, went for a run, back in bed listening to Kent comps.

NOT WORKING PROPERLY IS SO FUN.

Ondine from Gaspard de la Nuit-Maurice Ravel

Enough seen. The vision has been encountered in all skies.

Enough had. Sounds of cities, in the evening, and in sunlight, and always.

Enough known. The stations of life-O sounds and visions!

Departure amid new noise and affection!

-Rimbaud

euphoria

"a feeling of well-being or elation; especially one that is groundless, disproportionate to its cause, or inappropriate to one's life situation"
-Merriam Webster definition


...interesting. Why would it ever be inappropriate, this is LIFE? what.

This

Silver Words-Rodriguez



I think that the most incredible thing about knowing truly and genuinely beautiful people, is knowing that it won't matter what they are doing or who they are with, they will be just as beautiful. And if whoever they are with is just as genuinely beautiful, even more beauty will unfold from the both of them, as they pour into each other and a brand new concoction of beauty is made. That is something that is so magical to me.

My goodness, this world is incredible.

I am surrounded by so many beautiful people and such beautiful things.

Everything here is wonderful.

I want everyone to taste my tears because they are filled with such sweetness right now.

Halfway Up the Stairs-Rodriguez



Every track on this record is actually so boss.

"Simple Delicate Dainty Minimalist Hipster"

-etsy on fingertip rings


hilarious

ALSO,

IT IS SO. HOT. I AM DYING.

"lord, look kindly upon all thee Holy Barbarians"

Tell Me (What's On Your Mind)-Allah-Las

Also, I keep finding all of this great food lying around, it's like christmas happening to just me about 5 times in one day.

WHAT A CLUSTERING LOVELY DAY.

Yellow Brick Road-Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band



I have also had the most cussing glorious of weekends and am so excited for the rest of the year. If I have already learnt this much in the space of almost three months, DUDE, gonna have a significantly larger brain filled with all sorts of goodness.

I just want to say,

thanks

and YOU ARE CUSSING INCREDIBLE.

pals 5lyfandbeyond

Nothing is this and yes I really love you

so glad I have chosen to leave this bottle of cola at home for the last two days because it is the loveliest surprise when I get home because it usually doesn't last for longer than about an hour.

HOORAY.

cola.

Mmmmmhappies

Had a loevl yevening with dakrug housty poo this evening, both pretty wacked right now whuy mmm i am fiiugbf biq.

That was one of the most traumatic hour and a half's I have ever had to deal with in my life, and in retrospect very hilarious how quickly it escalated and how it was all me who did that, no one else. Oh my lord, I am laughing. Sometimes I wish someone was filming me they would have a really great flick by the time I die.

Though now I do have a killer python, a krispy kreme donut (yes, I know), a block of hazelnut cadbury chocolate and a large bottle of vanilla cola.

Hilarious / ridiculous / what is this life anyway?

I'm so fucking messed up in the head I have no idea why this happened

god, can you please send me a new brain or whatever.

my face hurts

and for no fucking reason

so much energy, over a misunderstanding that they actually had no idea about and I'd really like to laugh a lot about it with them...but can't right now I guess.

I actually really would just like to see them.

now my face is doing the hurting thing again.

I walked into a bench and corked my leg.

Maybe I just won't go to sleep tonight and make tomorrow hellish and go for a bike ride after my 6 hour shift.

Maybe I'll go to 7/11 and get some cola and also chocolate...I think I might do that actually. Too bad woolworths and their $2.39 chocolates aren't open right now.

Oh man, I actually want to punch myself in the head and knock myself out for being such an idiot about stupid little things, you are such a little girl, grow the fuck up.

This song is for silence

A delicate explosion erupts in the heart
You blink in morse code,
communication dissolves in the snow
Telepathic silence
Spirals
Untold but known,
You weave dreamcatchers inside of halos,
a web to catch levitating souls.
Your tear drops like liquid eggs
hatch unborn sorrows
Your eyes of shattered glass glow
Opened and exposed
Intoxicate my bones
Caress and dress my soul
with melted gold
You cannot remember how to forget,
My delicate,
Close your eyes,
tell me,
how many heavens have you died inside?
How many lifetimes spent waiting for yesterday to arrive?
When shadows collide,
like souls they bind,
in darkness and in light.
With one single fingerprint
staining the heart,
her art
imprints
I'm locked
Infinite.









B.F

Amy

"This song is about realizing you came with the wrong person this evening, and you decide, right now, to turn to the opposite person on the other side and give them a kiss, and go home with them because that will prevent about 4 or 5 years of realizing that you probably should have done it this evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is a song about pre-empting the bad part of the deal and getting straight to the next person and moving on before you actually think about it. This is a song for new love, and people with that much love in their heart. This is called Amy."

fucking hell

HOLC YUSS

Actually had the most incredible thing happen to me this afternoon. After having listened to m b v a whole bunch of times, this morning after the first two times it had played, I had a super strong feeling that it would come today. Like ridiculous. I was saying to myself all throughout work, when I get home, I bet it will be there. I cooked burger patties with this giant wax pie on my mind. I scrubbed the walls and furnishings of the restaurant so my arms would be tender enough ready to stroke this baby. I cleaned the oven glass crystal clear thinking it was obscuring my vision of this record on the other side. I WAS DELIRIOUS WITH EXCITMENT ALL DAY.

I have also continued to read that book I wrote about LAST night. I was waiting to meet a friend and so I sat outside a cafe with a coffee friend and read this book, all in black and my new $2 sunglasses (ha ha, I know) and it was talking about the way your ears work and how sound is delivered to the brain and how it releases chemicals in your body or something that have you act in a certain way. And then it went on for a little while about how incredible and significant the sense of sound is. And as plans fell through, I walked to the bus stop so immersed in the words I had just took in, returned to m b v, and then realised, that SOUND BUILDS YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE WORLD AND YOUR INTERACTION WITH IT. I looked around at everything that was surrounding me at the time, and I cried and oh my lord, it was actually one of the most beautiful moments I have ever had in my life.

I was actually in awe of the world for the first time while I was saturated in a completely material and basically completely concrete environment. I have only ever had that when in a completely natural state. IT. WAS. AMAZING.

THE PERFECT SIZED PACKAGE

 UP CLOSE HOLY BALLS

...

p.e.r.f.

I'm making it my personal duty to acquire all of The Dirty Three's records. All of them. And make a day of listening to ALL of them.

Bah

Black Tide-The Dirty Three

Severe food child

Pizza Hut buffet, with salad and pasta and pizza and chips and pizza and garlic bread and soup and ICE CREAM and marshmallows and chocolate mousse and sauce and sprinkles. Obviously no salad was had. Barely touched the soup or pasta. Absolutely colossal bowl of ice cream. Successfully ate until ill. Mega food child swelling in my belly.

I really would like to show you a photo...but no one, including myself deserves that.
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also, check it out, I'm a Beatle.

ALSO, DILEMMA. DO I CLEAN MY ROOM NOW, OR LEAVE IT TILL TOMORROW / WEDNESDAY?!!

Actually, I think I am just going to watch the rest of this Dirty Three documentary, an episode of Mighty Boosh, and then go to sleep and dream of Saturday's Berry Can with palHouwal. Going to get two disposable cameras and absolutely go to town with them. Literally, Canberra town. And also, pack a deluxe lunch. I'm actually so excited, it's going to be wonderful.

Also, Dirty Three's Ocean Songs on vinyl is actually so superb, I've been able to hear the movement of the piano so much more clearly, it's actually incredible. 

Also, pick up a copy of a book called Perfecting Sound Forever by Greg Milner, I'm not far in at all but it's a really interesting read, and an excellent book for music lovers who are interested in looking at sonic loveliness from a slightly different approach. Next after that is Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks. I am excited. There is so much I don't know and I find that out more by learning more, how ridiculous but accurate is that concept.

"I was on another planet at the time, so I don't really remember Warren...but I'm told he was there"

-Nick Cave

Next week is gonna be great..

-My green velvet shirt got pooped on my a bird today while I was walking home--that's got to be something like three times the amount of luck for next week
-I walked home to Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere--BEST ALBUM FOR THE GEARIN UP FOR A GREAT WEEK
-I've got about 27 hours at work, Mon-Fri and I finish at 2 on all of these days--gonna get up to some nice things by myself / with other lovely people hopefully
-I am home alone for a single hour and am watching a Dirty Three documentary / live show that a beautiful pal of mine lent me--gonna get Warren Ellis' brain
-Writing music this week because Warren Ellis and Neil Young brain
-We have 1kg of Cotsco Danish feta (aka the best feta I've ever tasted) in the fridge as well as 1kg of chunky basil pesto also from Costco as well as a heap of super fresh delicious vegetables, which I'm actually super excited about, salad is yum sometimes but not as yum as potatoes or prawns
-Toulouse Lautrec exhibition this weekend with the same lovely pal
-I'm just going to try really hard to be genuinely good to everybody I know, because they all deserve it in the grand scheme of things



All Things Beautiful-Nick Cave and Warren Ellis

BRING IT ON. YEH. WHADDUP.

Well, good morning to you too

Got woken up this morning with the most serious of conversations, had to go straight into my parents room and was spoken to about my life decisions and how directionless I am right now.

So, I showed my dad an excerpt from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran (my mother left when I brought in the book to go for a run), and I think he missed the point of it a little bit. So I left their room, and now am in bed listening to Sigur Rós under my blankets, pretty bummed out because I really wanted to have a beautiful sunday and now I feel like it is just slightly out of my reach. But I'm going to try anyway. It's a lovely day outside at least.

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Untitled #8-Sigur Rós

dfhi

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...is what I found on the computer this morning after trying to write last night...

You

re my number one...

I. LOVE. MYSELF.

Nciyk pee saw me do it.

How did I forget the volume of the wonders within you?

You are actually so, so beautiful and I enjoy you so much. We have a lot of dance moves to work on, pretty impressive though...

Sleeping.

X

Black13march

Mm. w/e

Hump day.

Welcome to hump day everyone.

This is my second consecutive day that I will be running a 6+ hour shift on four hours sleep. I am overjoyed.



Never Seen Such Good Things-Devendra Banhart

he's a sweetheart

shut up, amy.

Siciliana

Ottorino Respighi (1879-1936)

Ancient Airs and Dances, Suite No. 3

III. Siciliana



May very well have posted this one before, but it's exquisite and is helping me save money so maybe I can go to Italy and listen to operas and orchestras in Venice after I soak up all that Berlin and Paris are. 

Is blogging a really vain habit?

Er yes.

I feel very, very tiny.

From 10:30 am ie.14 hours ago, I have had two coffees, a grill'd burger, a few crackers and two glasses of soda. Until about a half hour ago, went to get a pie, no pies. Resorted to mickey dee's.

I love matches.

CHAM SONG.

I also tried on the cham song thing today at Vinnies, and it is actually glorious. My bootie's a little bootalicious for it, so I might actually have to start doing exercise if I am to manoeuvre some boogies in this dress.

But it's pretty fantastic.

With the right pair of boots, I will look like the woggiest asian hooker you ever did see.

That's what all the greek boys want, RIGHT?!

Bizzle Mizzle

Babysitting funtimes.

I went on a small emotional roller coaster there for  a little while, but cured by a silly sketch of the man of life.

The smoke, from you

Am I beating for the both of us?
Pushing your blood as well as mine?

You are infinite in yourself.

I will not hold you in the palm of my hand,
For fear of you slipping through my fingers.
I lay you on my chest.
Hear this heart that lies beneath you.

Just as the moon paints my window,
Venus brushes your cheek-
and s i g h s with the contour of your bone.

I feel as though I am nothing,
But still I cast a shadow.
Is the shadow of a ghost, not a ghost itself?

I am smoke.

Never to be brushed by gods.
Never to be painted by a satellite.

But I am smoke.

And will carry you as high as your flame burns and bids me to.

Also,

I actually ended up watching Pandemonium. Well, am still watching it.

It's interesting...

It's the woman in you, that makes you wanna play this gaaaame

Cowgirl in the Sand-Neil Young

bby

next Neil Young shower time y'all are invited and then we can wear flannos and maybe watch Dead Man and eat cowboy food. What even is that? No idea, I'm going to watch a film now, goal this week is to watch one every night. EVERY NIGHT. Despite starting work ridiculously early, I am going to make this happen.

First up is No Country for Old Men. Oh yes.

Just going to have a shower with Neil Young

NO, I CONTROL MY OWN HAPPINESS DAMMIT

publicised mental/emotional debate

yeup.

Feeling Yourself Disintegrate-The Flaming Lips


I just want to find a cave and hide in it but bring a tv and some dvd's and watch some films for a few days. Getting to that bit of life that always manages to cycle around where I hate myself and all humans for a little while I don't want to be like this argharghargh I DON'T WANT TO BE A HATING BASTARD OF A GIRL I wish I was just my doggy I bet she doesn't have these problems.

NY&CH

Was actually such a fantastic show.

They played Powderfinger and Heart of Gold and CINNAMON GIRL and My My, Hey Hey and a bunch of other really incredible tracks. He is actually such an amazing musician, has the best guitar face I have ever seen and rocks so damn hard it's actually incredible.

SO GLAD kawaiiusus was there with me.

I wouldn't have been as neearly kawaii.


lawd i am so so tired and would like to not sleep through the morningn tomorrow.

also i think I have exhausted my wardrobe of all of it's black clothing and it has only been a week. Geh, excellent. droopy eyes and yawmningn it's time to leave noe X

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eating ravioli un bed to one of my most favw records of all tunr

I got a thing

I feel a bit yucky right now, maybe I'm just tired and all my mind/feeling balance isn't right or something. But yuck. Butt yuck. I just want to see Neil Young already and then all of the balances that have to happen in a 19 yr old girl will happen.

But seriously, the Funkdelic debut record is brill.

ALSOCHOPPIN

Look what my cousin Nicky Pee made me, what a cussing beautiful thing.

Isn't that thing incredible. A pop art stencil of Chopin. Nicky Pee you are a darling thing I want you to crack my tiny spine and have thursday sleepovers and also somewhat creepy/mildly incestuous admiration of each other always. ALWAYS.

black8 march

back to my good self-lovin' self everyone/self. YES.

Have finished my last shift of the week, HYEEYEYEYS.

HYES. SUCH A YES MOMENT.

hi, this is connor with her NEW PATTI SMITH AND KEVIN SHIELDS DOUBLE DISC OF THEIR PERFORMANCE OF THE CORAL SEA. CUSS YEAH.

hi, this is connor and she's doing a wink 'n' click. 

hi, this is connor she loves looking puzzled/curious all at once about herself

currently spinning...good purchase connor.

hi, this is connor and she loves herself.

Dude, so freaking delirious in life all the time. 

IF YOU WILL SUCK MY SOUL, I WILL LICK YOUR FUNKY EMOTIONS.

This record is actually so incredible. REGRGH.

The Long Road

No mother had we now, and rapping infinitesimal threads,
vows erupted with a new violence bearing no ill will
save to be born-our allegiance to motion
and the movement of the stars


Patti Smith, you are indeed a god and I am going to order The Coral Sea in from the record store tomorrow morning before I go into work. Patti reading it and Kevin Shields playing kind of improvisational stuff along with her as she reads. BERGH. COULD THERE BE ANY MORE PERFECT A COMBINATION.

march77 real 7

no pictures again, self. I know I am also disappointed. Already in my nightie. No time for selfies.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO,

MY MOTHER WON TWO TICKETS TO NEIL YOUNG AND CRAZY HORSE THIS SUNDAY NIGHT ARGH I AM GOING TO TAKE HOUSTON MY PALLYWAL (ohoho) AND PROBS GONNA WEEPFEST ALL OVER THE PLACE.


AEJGNBAKETGRBOFKLRAMTRG.


so cussing excited.

march7 SOZ

SOZ EVERYONE. NO PICCIES FOR YOU TONIGHT?!

Thoughts.

Ergh, I don't actually have any thoughts that make words.

This is a non-thoughts post.

This is a non-post.

I just really hope everything will turn out as glorious as it can and has been and I really hope no one's too whecked out about whatever has happened here.

But Adventure Time, you are the perf time. You cure me of my non-ailments and my fretting of darlings' actual ailments.

The mermaids are trying to beach themselves. I came to see why. Turns out they're just lonely. HA HA.

40 days and I miss you

More like 40 seconds. BAH.



40 Days-Slowdive

but seriously.

blackmarch 5

And some classical music

Caresse-Erik Satie




Der Lindenbaum-Franz Schubert





Sonata no. 23-Appassionata 3rd Movement-Beethoven

IN OTHER NEWS, CHECK OUT MAH NIGHTIE NUMBER TOO

Also, I actually have no idea what has brought on this influx of photos of self/photos of self in front of a mirror so there are two selfs (YES). You'll/I'll probably be lucky to even get one a day after this. I JUST REALLY LOVE MY NIGHTIE IT'S THE BEST THING I EVER DID PURCHASE FROM KMART, WHAT A WONDERFUL PLACE.

But seriously this is nuts, no more, I promise.

X

BLACK MONTH

I am setting a challenge to myself this month, I AM ONLY GOING TO WEAR BLACK. I'm not sure why I am doing this, but I think it will be fun as I don't own a whole heap of black clothing and it should be interesting to see WHAT KIND OF RIDICULOUS OUTFITS I WILL CONJURE UP.

Because I love myself so much, I am going to take gratuitous pictures everyday of I don't know, myself?  YES, MYSELF. SELF SELF SELF SLEF SELFSEFLSEF SEFLSEF SELF SEF SELFSE FLSE LFS LS. Whatever. I don't know. I just like black and like to think deeply about things that don't actually matter one tiny bit. NOT ONE TINY BIT. But please, I hope you are all incredibly psychoanalytical about this month's challenge, and why I need to be in black because I'm mourning some loss within and blah blah blah. PLEASE. And let me know. By 'you' I mean myself, because I read this blog more than anyone. Because I love myself. So I will be letting myself know. AAAAAH YES.

NOW TO STOP TALKING ABOUT MYSELF DIRECTLY AND NOW TO TALK ABOUT MYSELF INDIRECTLY.

There is this wonderful deep blue cham-song (is this how you spell it, I am unsure?) in Vinnies up the road from me right now, and I think I will purchase it, but will obviously have to wait until April to wear it out. OH YES.

ALL SELF LOVIN' AND BAD LIGHTIN' AND WITCHIPOOIN'.

what.

Thommy on Neilo

Oohwowow.

Seclusion and light

I've found myself withering
Crumbling
Into a state of unawareness
And fragility
Where I am my own solitary companion

A globular light floating
Hanging
On a thread so thick
And twisted
It begins to engulf the entire purpose of it

Let me looks at you closely
Meticulously
Discovering secrets about myself
Nightmares
That you didn't know were real enough to have

Do you think there is any hope in fear
In despair?
If hope is in the fragment of light and fear the wire
The strings
Be sure the bulb is stronger than the strands

Or cut the strings with all your brawn
Power
No one deserves to be hung up and dried
Evaporated
To have their soul and source sucked from them

One would think there's a way to be exultant
Blissful
And be themselves, control over life
And longing
There is no loneliness in which happiness exists


Something I wrote last year when I was having a time. Just found this...hm, interesting. Iiiiiiiinteresting. I WAS A REALLY REALLY HAPPY LITTLE GIRL.

RWGUBHADJKVA

AFUVHJKNDODAJIHFBADKOVQIHRADNVJKJFHVANMDFBVHFDKJSNCMFHJQEKDAVNFEHIDAVHKFNQEBAHIEJKDANVFJBEHQKDNGHJAEDJIKGNRFAHIJKFAENWDJHVIAJAEFKNAKGHEFJDONTTHINKICANDOTHISANYMOREADKNSFBMAFDJFKNACKMDNVFHJIRGJFKDVNSADVFBNJGADKVFMGNJDVMFNADORITWILLGETOUTOFCONTROLADFKLMBNJSKVCKLMADNVGALREADYKINDOFISAKMDNBJWFKSVLARGHARGHARGHARGHEEEPPPHELP. HUUULLLLPP. HULP I'M A KIWI ROCK. BUT WHAT A FUN COUPLE OF DAYS.

Also, GET IN MY EARS.




Down By the River-Neil Young and Crazy Horse


DOWN BY THE RIVVVEEEEEERRRR
I SHOT MAH BAAAAAABEEEEH
DOWN BY THE RRRRIIIIVVVVEEEERRRR
DEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAD
ooooh shot her deeeeeeeaaaaad




REAURGH.