get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game come to the front of the class and we'll measure your brain we'll give you a complex, and we'll give it a name
get out your measuring cups and we'll play a new game can't have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same liquid or gas no more than the glass will contain
when you talk about the hand of glory a tale that's rather grim and gory is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed? when the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed
i think they're gonna make you start over you don't wanna start over put your backpack on your shoulder be the good little soldier take your places now, cause we're all predisposed
measuring cups, play a new game front of the class, measure your brain give you a complex and we'll give it a name
when you talk about the hand of glory a tale that's rather grim and gory is it just another children's story that's been de-clawed? when the tales of brothers Grimm and Gorey have been outlawed
so put your backpack on your shoulder be the good little soldier it's no different when you're older you're predisposed that's all for questions now, the case is closed
This little motherfucker chased this goose for at least the two minutes I watched him, and the goose didn't seem to mind at all.
Here's the full interview from the above video, maybe to watch with your breakfast. I feel obvious superficial connections to him, except for the musical talent. ;) It really is a great interview. Andrew Bird is worth knowing, and here's 15 minutes of your life listening.
And the tilt of this strange nation And the will to remain for the duration Waving the flag Feeling it drag
A pretty perfect song when you get used to her voice; and hold for the horn.
Twenty miles left to the show Hello, my old country, hello Stars are just beginning to appear And I have never in my life before been here
And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive At which conclusion you arrived Watching me sit here bolt upright and cry For no good reason at the Eastering sky
And the tilt of this strange nation And the will to remain for the duration Waving the flag Feeling it drag
Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby Like I'm in a fist fight with a fog, baby Step-ball-change and a pirouette And I regret, I regret
How I said to you, "honey, just open your heart" When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar And that right there is where we are...
And I been 'fessing double fast Addressing questions nobody asked I'll get this joy off of my chest at last And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed
And I did not mean to shout, just drive Just get us out, dead or alive A road too long to mention, lord, it's something to see! Laid down by the good intentions paving company
All the way to the thing we've been playing at, darlin' I can see that you're wearing your staying hat, darlin' For the time being all is well Won't you love me a spell?
This is blindness beyond all conceiving Well, behind us the road is leaving, yeah, leaving And falling back Like a rope gone slack
Well, I saw straight away that the lay was steep But I fell for you, honey, as easy as falling asleep And that right there is the course I keep...
And no amount of talking Is going to soften the fall But, like after the rain, step out Of the overhang, that's all
It had a nice a ring to it When the ol' opry house rang So with a solemn auld lang Signed, sealed, delivered, I sang
And there is hesitation And it always remains Concerning you, me, And the rest of the gang
And in our quiet hour I feel I see everything And am in love with the hook Upon which everyone hangs
And I know you meant to show the extent To which you gave a goddang You ranged real hot and real cold but I'm sold I am home on that range
And I do hate to fold Right here at the top of my game When I've been trying with my whole heart and soul To stay right here in the right lane
But it can make you feel over and old Lord, you know it's a shame When I only want for you to pull over and hold me 'Til I can't remember my own name
Man, sorry, I was about to post this on the facebook until I learned she wasn't Canadian.
This is the song for Baby Birch. I will never know you.
And at the back of what we've done, there is the knowledge of you.
Well I wish we could take every path. I could spend a hundred years adoring you.
Yes, I wish we could take every path, cuz you know I hated to close the door on you.
Do you remember staring up at the stars, so far away in their bulletproof cars? When we heard the rushing slow intake of the dark, dark water, and the engine breaks, and I say,
"How about them engine breaks? And, if I should die before I wake, will you keep an eye on Baby Birch?" Because I'd hate to see her make the same mistakes.
When it was dark, I called and you came. When it was dark, I saw shapes. When I see stars, I feel, in your hand, and I see stars, and I reel, again.
Well mercy me. I'll be goddamned. It's been a long, long time since I last saw you.
And I have never known the plan. It's been a long, long time. How are you?
Your eyes are green. Your hair is gold. Your hair is black. Your eyes are blue.
I closed the ranks, and I doubled back-- but, you know, I hated to close the darkened door on you.
We take a walk along the dirty lake. Hear the goose cussing, at me over her egg. Your poor little cousin. I don't want your dregs A little baby fussing all over my legs.
There is a blacksmith, and there is a shepherd, and there is a butcher-boy, and there is a barber, who's cutting and cutting away at my only joy. I saw a rabbit, as slick as a knife, and as pale as a candlestick, and I had thought it'd be harder to do, but I caught her, and skinned her quick: held her there, kicking and mewling, upended, unspooling, unsung and blue; told her "wherever you go, little runaway bunny, I will find you." And then she ran, as they're liable to do.
Be at peace, baby, and begone. Be at peace, baby, and begone.
So, at the end of the show I kinda started talking to a guy with a tripod and a camera who was kinda video taping the show.. I kinda got a lead on A VIDEO OF THE SHOW!
Yeah... it was kaplooie. Two encore set. Only song I was looking for that they didn't play was 'Songs for the Gang', which will hopefully come around tonight.
So, just reading this article from blogto, I think this would be a great thing to get a few people out.
A Taste of Quebec lies deep in the heart of the Distillery District, off a cobblestone lane and behind large green wooden doors. Lately, when the shop lights go out and the closed sign goes in the window, they've been inviting cheese lovers to sample some of the best (and often illicit) goods that Quebec artisan food makers have to offer in a cozy and intimate setting with 20 complete strangers.
A Taste of Quebec actually offers the chance to try products that you simply cannot get anywhere else but in Quebec, due to stiff federal trade permit regulations. So long as they're not actually selling some of the products they serve, it's perfectly within the rules to host these parties, to give us cheese-deprived Ontarians a chance to sample some of the best that our neighbour to the east has to offer.
Check out the June 1st theme.
ARTISANAL CHEESE & MICROBREWRY BEER TUESDAY, JUNE 1 ($30 / person) With the warming weather, get ready for great patio afternoons, learning and tasting for yourself how well cheese pairs with beer. You will be led through a tasting of many styles of cheese paired with microbrewery beers from Quebec and Ontario.
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