Well, it’s not called Deezer. But it seems no less baffling that this should be legal. All the music you could possibly think of. In one place. Streamable. And FREE.

Well, it’s probably NOT legal. But it’s a beautiful thing while it lasts.

Without further adieu, check out grooveshark.com. It has all the songs I’ve looked for thus far. I’m impressed.

Yeah, I should probably post something more worthwhile. Maybe a little later.

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December 20, 2008

This is a good song.

The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
I’ll buy my way to talk to God
So he can live with what I’m not

The selfish blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the lie that you adore
I feed the rich and fuck the poor

I got, you want
It just, don’t stop
I got, you want
It just, don’t stop

This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more

The road I walk is paved in gold
To glorify my platinum soul
I am the closest thing to God
So worship me and never stop

The wretched blood runs through my veins
I gave up everything for fame
I am the lie that you adore
Now feed the rich, fuck the poor

I got, you want
It just, don’t stop
I got, you want
It just, don’t stop

This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more

Dear future
I bought you
I own the rights

To let go
Destroy you
This is my life

Dear future
I bought you
I own the rights

To let go
Destroy you
This is my life, inside

I’ve got, you want
It just, don’t stop
I’ve got, you want
It just, don’t stop

This is entertainment
Lies are entertainment
You are down on your knees
Begging me for more
Begging me for more
Begging me for more

You decide.

Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all?
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self esteem along the way, yeah

Good god, you’re coming up with reasons
Good god, you’re dragging it out
Good god, it’s the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down

Just fake it if you’re out of direction
Fake it if you don’t belong here
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a fucking hypocrite

You used to know that the lies won’t hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours
You gave up on your dreams along the way, yeah

Good god, you’re coming up with reasons
Good god, you’re dragging it out
Good god, it’s the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, so follow me down

Just fake it if your out of direction
Fake it if you don’t belong here
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a fucking hypocrite

Whoa, whoa, whoa

I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of them all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

Who’s to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world
You lost your self esteem along the way

Good god, you’re coming up with reasons
Good god, you’re dragging it out
Good god, it’s the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped, man, follow me down

Just fake it if you’re out of direction
Fake it if you don’t belong here
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a fucking hypocrite

Fake it if you’re out of direction
Fake it if you don’t belong here
Fake it if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a fucking hypocrite

Fake It by Seether

That is, amazing.

This song is from the ending credits of the game Portal. Good game. Even better song.

January 24, 2008

I’d like to say a few words
In defense of our country
Whose people aren’t bad nor are they mean
Now the leaders we have
While they’re the worst that we’ve had
Are hardly the worst this poor world has seen

Let’s turn history’s pages, shall we?

Take the Caesars for example
Why within the first few of them
They were sleeping with their sister
Stashing little boys in swimming pools
And burning down the City
And one of ‘em, one of ’em
Appointed his own horse Consul of the Empire
That’s like vice president or something

That’s not a very good example, is it?

But wait, here’s one, the Spanish Inquisition
They put people in a terrible position
I don’t even like to think about it

Well, sometimes I like to think about it

Just a few words in defense of our country
Whose time at the top
Could be coming to an end
Now we don’t want their love
And respect at this point is pretty much out of the question
But in times like these
We sure could use a friend

Hitler. Stalin.
Men who need no introduction

King Leopold of Belgium. That’s right.
Everyone thinks he’s so great
Well he owned The Congo
He tore it up too
He took the diamonds, he took the gold
He took the silver
Know what he left them with?

Malaria
A President once said,
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself”
Now it seems like we’re supposed to be afraid
It’s patriotic in fact and color coded
And what are we supposed to be afraid of?
Why, of being afraid
That’s what terror means, doesn’t it?
That’s what it used to mean

[To the first eight bars of “Columbia The Gem Of The Ocean”]

You know it pisses me off a little
That this Supreme Court is gonna outlive me
A couple of young Italian fellas and a brother on the Court now too
But I defy you, anywhere in the world
To find me two Italians as tightass as the two Italians we got

And as for the brother
Well, Pluto’s not a planet anymore either

The end of an empire is messy at best
And this empire is ending
Like all the rest
Like the Spanish Armada adrift on the sea
We’re adrift in the land of the brave
And the home of the free

Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.

A Few Words in Defense of Our Country by Randy Newman

January 21, 2008

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn’t have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. So impersonal. Devour to survive.
So it is. So it’s always been.

– From Vicarious by Tool

January 15, 2008

When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special
But I ‘m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out again
She’s running out
She run, run, run run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here.

Creep by Radiohead

January 15, 2008

I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of God then, we called you a man.
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died.
But every word you say today
Gets twisted ’round some other way.
And they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied.
Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood He’d have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.
He’d have caused nobody harm; no one alarm.

– From Heaven on Their Minds, Jesus Christ Superstar

Wow. Okay, even if you don’t like Tool’s music, you have to appreciate the intellectual acrobatics that go into the majority of their songs.

The syllabic structure of the chorus of this song is set up in the form of the Fibonacci sequence, spiraling from 1 to 13 and back again.

Which complements the theme of spiraling in the lyrics.

Tool’s the closest thing I’ve ever come to understanding the fascination with ‘high’ art, such as modern/abstract painting. I think I can understand how when people get the piece of art, rather than just see it, the artwork goes from just being beautiful to being amazing. The cerebral layer is totally transparent, until you ‘get’ it. And then suddenly you see both the pure aesthetics and the brilliant mind that went into making it.

Lateralus does that for me, lyrically and musically.

Mm, brain buzz.