Rattled by the Rush/Pavement

In celebration of the fact that I'm going to be seeing this incredible band in less than a week. And I just love Malkmus's ridiculous lyrics.

oh, that i could bend my tongue outwards
leave your lungs hurting
tuckin' my shirt in
pants I wear so well
cross your t's...shirt smells
worse than your lyin'
caught my dad cryin'
loose like the wind
from the rough we get par
sleet city woman
waiting to spar
i'm drowning for your thirst
drowning for your thirst
drowning for your thirst
drowning for your thirst
getting off the candelabra
we call her Barbara
breeding like larva
she rabble rousing
dental surf combat
get out those hard-hats
and sing us some skat
blade lovers gush
chained and perfumed
i don't need a minister to call me a groom
but i'm rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
no soap in the john
no soap in the john
no soap in the john
no soap in the john
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush
rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)

No Scrubs/TLC

My anthem for life right now.


a scrub is a guy that thinks he's fly
and is also known as a buster
always talkin' about what he wants
and just sits on his broke ass
so no,
i don't want your number
no, i don't wanna give you mine
and no i don't wanna meet you nowhere
no i don't want none of your time and no

i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me
i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me

but a scrub's checkin' me
but his game is kinda weak
and i know that he cannot approach me
cos i'm lookin' like class and he's looking like trash
can't get wit' a deadbeat ass
so...

no, i don't want your number
no, i don't wanna give you mine
and no, i don't wanna meet you nowhere
no, i don't want none of your time (so no)

i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me
i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me

if you don't have a car and you're walking
oh yes son, I'm talking to you
if you live at home wit' your momma
oh yes son, I'm talking to you
if you have a shorty but you don't show love
oh yes son, I'm talking to you
wanna get with me with no money
oh no i don't want no scrub
no scrub
no scrub
no no
no scrub
no no no no
no no

i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me
i don't want no scrub
a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
hanging out the passenger side
of his best friend's ride
trying to holler at me

Ivan the Terrible.

Found this today on my internet travels. I'd never seen it before but it really caught my eye. Turns out it's Ilya Yefimovich Repin's painting of Ivan the Terrible and his son. A little history, if you like:

Ivan the Terrible earned his moniker by being, as you may imagine, an incredibly terrible czar/tzar. In fact, he was one of the worst that imperial Russia experienced.

Although there are many tales of his brutality towards the serfdom, certainly his most brutal act was the murder of his eldest son, also named Ivan, on November 16, 1581. Just as an aside, it may interest you to know that the Latin word for this is "filicide." To please my pedantic nature, and to avoid potential confusion, I will use the Ivan the Younger's full name, Ivan Ivanovich, in my relaying of this tale. Also, the name "Ivan Ivanovich" is mildly humorous to me.

The story behind Ivan Ivanovich's death is certainly a curious one, and by this I mean it lurches slightly into the realm of the absurd. Current events just ain't what they used to be. But I'll get on with it and let you make your own mind up.

It just so happened that Ivan Ivanovich's wife liked to be rather scantily clad at all times, even during her pregnancy. Ivan the Terrible was incredibly offended and disgusted by this, and got so angry with her that he struck her violently. This caused her to miscarry, which obviously angered Ivan Ivanovich. An intense verbal confrontation between Ivan the Elder and his son ensued, and it quickly became a physical battle. Ivan the Terrible overpowered his son, stabbing him in the head with a spear; Ivan Ivanovich died bleeding in his father's arms. The Tsardom was passed into the hands of Ivan Ivanovich's younger and supposedly retarded brother, Feodor. Ivan the Terrible later tried to rape Feodor's wife, Irina, who was also Boris Gudonov's sister.

But you know what? That's not even the best part. Ivan the Terrible died playing chess. Isn't that great? I mean, he was poisoned by Gudonov and everything, but still, chess? A totally awesome way for someone called "Ivan the Terrible" to die.

Details! Because that is where the drama lies.





Hmm, these were the only closer details i could find. Anyway, some words about Repin himself:

Ilya Yefimovich Repin was born on the 5th of August, 1844 in the Ukraine. He was highly politically influenced, and his work went on to influence the artists of the Socialist Realism movement. Throughout his career, he mainly painted a mixture of contemporary and historical subjects. Later on, he painted important public figures of his homeland, namely Leo Tolstoy, Dmitri Mendeleev, Pobedonostsev, Mussorgsky, Pavel Tretyakov, and the Ukrainian poet and painter, Taras Shevchenko. Towards the end of his life, Repin mainly painted religious subjects. His most famous and masterful works (in other words, my favourites) are Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks to Sultan Mehmed IV of the Ottoman Empire (begun late 1870s, completed in 1891), They Did Not Expect Him (1884-88, on the subject of the Russian Revolution), Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan: November 16, 1581 (1885), Portrait of Leo Tolstoy (1893).

Useful links!:
http://www.math.ubc.ca/~cass/frivs/latin/latin-dict-full.html#F
http://russian-ukrainian-belarus-history.suite101.com/article.cfm/paintings_of_ilya_repin
http://tars.rollins.edu/Foreign_Lang/Russian/repdidnt.html
http://www.ilyarepin.org/

Don't Let It Get You Down/Neil Young

old man lying by the side of the road
with the lorries rolling by,
blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
and the buildings scrape the sky,
cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
and the morning paper flies,
dead man lying by the side of the road
with the daylight in his eyes

don't let it bring you down
it's only castles burning,
find someone who's turning
and you will come around

blind man running through the light of the night
with an answer in his hand,
come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand,
red lights flashing through the window in the rain,
can you hear the sirens moan?
white cane lying in a gutter in the lane,
if you're walking home alone

don't let it bring you down
it's only castles burning,
find someone who's turning
and you will come around

don't let it bring you down
it's only castles burning,
just find someone who's turning
and you will come around

don't let it bring you down
it's only castles burning,
just find someone who's turning
and you will come around