Captain's Log

Tool - Right In Two

Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.

Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,
Where there's one you're bound to divide it right in two.

Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys; Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,
And where there's one they're bound to divide it right in two.

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys; Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.
How they've survived so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.

Gotta divide it all right in two.

Fight till they die over sun, over sky.
They fight till they die over sea, over air.
They fight till they die over blood, over love.
They fight till they die over words, polarizing.

Angels on the sideline again,
Benched along with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.

Gotta divide it all right in two.

Queens of the Stone Age - Mosquito Song

I know, I know the sun is hot,
Mosquitoes come to suck your blood,
And leave you there all alone,
Just skin and bone.

When you walk among the trees,
Listening to the leaves,
The further I go the less I know,
the less I know...

Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Lullabies to paralyze...

Fat and soft, pink and weak,
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek.
You know I'm told to swallow you whole,
Skin and bone.

Cutting boards and hanging hooks,
Bloody knives, cooking books,
Promising you won't feel a thing,
at all...

Swallow and chew,
Eat you alive,
All of us food, that hasn't died...

Simmering, pick and pluck,
Tenderize bone to dust,
The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste.

So you scream, whine, and yell,
Supple sounds of dinner bell,
We all will feed the worms and trees,
So don't be shy...

Swallow and chew,
Eat you alive,
All of us food, that hasn't died...

Rage Against The Machine - No Shelter

The main attraction, distraction
Got you number than number than numb
Empty you pockets son, they got you thinking that
What you need is what they selling
Make you think that buying is rebelling
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Spielberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth feather to tar
Memories erased and burned to scar
Trade in your history for a VCR

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth reich culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searching for
The thin line between entertainment and war

There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere

Hospitals not profit full
The market bull's got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The poor adore keep feeding for more
The thin line between entertainment and war
Fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola was back in our veins in Saigon
And Rambo too, we got a dope pair of Nikes on
Godzilla pure motherfuckin' filler
Get your eyes off the real killer

Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth reich culture, Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searching for
Tha thin line between entertainment and war

There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere
There'll be no shelter here!
The frontline is everywhere

American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothing behind

American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothing behind

Just stare!
Just stare!
Just stare!
Just stare... and live the nightmare!

Radiohead - Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting,
The smell of the warm summer air.
I live in a town where you can't smell a thing.
You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement.

And up above, aliens hover,
Making home movies for the folks back home.
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits,
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets.

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving.
Take me on board their beautiful ship,
Show me the world as I'd love to see it.

I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me.
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely.
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life,
They'd shut me away,
But I'd be all right...
All right...

Rage Against the Machine - Ashes in the Fall

A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is God's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blight and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand

A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound
Look at the noose now
Over the burning ground

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Like ashes in the fall

Pearl Jam - Gone

No more upset mornings.
No more trying evenings.
This American Dream I am disbelieving.
When the gas in my tank feels like money in the bank,
Gonna blow it all this time, take me one last ride.

For the lights of this city,
They only look good when I'm speeding.
I wanna leave em all behind me cause this time I'm gone.
Long gone.
This time I'm letting go of it all.
So long,
This time I'm gone.

In the far off distance,
As my taillights fade,
No one thinks to witness but they will someday.
Feel like a question is forming,
And the answer's far.
I will be what I could be,
Once I get out of this town.

For the lights of this city,
They have lost all feeling.
Gonna leave em all behind me cause this time I'm gone.
Long gone.
This time I'm letting go of it all.
So long,
Long gone, I'm letting go of it all.
Yeah, This time I'm gone.

If nothing is everything...
If nothing is everything, I'll have it all.
If nothing is everything, then I will have it all.

"I was going to the worst place in the world and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable - plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory - any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story really is a confession, then so is mine." - Willard

"It's a way we had over here for living with ourselves. We cut 'em in half with a machine gun and give 'em a Band-Aid. It was a lie. And the more I saw them, the more I hated lies." - Willard

"He was close, real close. I couldn't see him yet, but I could feel him, as if the boat were being sucked upriver and the water was flowing back into the jungle." - Willard

"Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were goin' all the way. Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole fuckin' program." - Willard

"There are two of you, don't you see? One that kills, and one that loves... But you are both. All that matters is that you are alive. You are alive, Captain. That's the truth." - Roxanne

"Part of me was afraid of what I would find and what I would do when I got there. I knew the risks, or imagined I knew. But the thing I felt the most, much stronger than fear, was the desire to confront him." - Willard

"In a war there are many moments for compassion and tender action. There are many moments for ruthless action - what is often called ruthless - what may in many circumstances be only clarity, seeing clearly what there is to be done and doing it, directly, quickly, awake, looking at it." - Willard (quoting Kurtz)

"As for the charges against me, I am unconcerned. I am beyond their timid lying morality, and so I am beyond caring." - Willard (quoting Kurtz)

"Have you ever considered any real freedoms? Freedoms from the opinion of others... even the opinions of yourself?" - Kurtz

"I worry that my son might not understand what I've tried to be. And if I were to be killed, Willard, I would want someone to go to my home and tell my son everything. Everything I did, everything you saw, because there's nothing that I detest more than the stench of lies. And if you understand me Willard, you will do this for me." - Kurtz

"I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror. Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate the children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for Polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment. Because it's judgment that defeats us." - Kurtz

"This is the way the fucking world ends. Look at this fucking shit we're in man. Not with a bang, but with a whimper. And with a whimper, I'm fucking splitting, Jack." - Unnamed Photo Journalist

Nine Inch Nails - Right Where It Belongs

See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all right where it belongs.

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead,
And you're really all alone.
You can live in this illusion.
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the words,
Are you hiding in retreat?

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is that all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself, find yourself afraid to see?

Jefferson Airplane - The Other Side of This Life (Live at Fillmore East, 1969)

Would you like to know a secret just between you and me?
I don't know where I'm going next, I don't know who I'm gonna be.
But that's the other side of this life I've been leading,
Yeah, that's the other side of this life.

Well my whole world's in an uproar, my whole world's upside down.
I don't know where I'm going next, but I'm always bumming around.
And that's the other side of this life I've been leading,
Yeah, that's the other side of this life.

Joe Walsh - The Confessor

If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
When you try to see the meaning, hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation.

You can feel it in the distance the deeper down you stare.
From up above it's hard to see but you know when you're there.
On the bottom words are shallow.
On the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep.
In the eyes of the confessor...

In the eyes of the confessor,
There's no place you can hide,
You can't hide from the eyes,
Don't you even try.

In the eyes of the confessor
You can't tell a lie,
You cannot tell a lie,
Strip you down to size.
Naked as the day that you were born,
Naked as the day that you were born!

Take all the trauma, drama, comments,
The guilt and doubt and shame,
The what-if's and if-only's,
The shackles and the chains,
The violence and aggresion,
The pettiness and scorn,
The jealousy and hatred,
The tempest and discord,
And give it up!

Everclear - Song From An American Movie

Sometimes I get to a point,
Where I don't give a damn about anything anymore.
Sometimes I get to a point,
where I feel numb and just don't care.
Sometimes I feel like I just don't care.

I want to get lost from my life sometimes.
Sit on the side and watch the world go by.
I want to get lost and I don't know why.
Sometimes I want to get lost and I don't know why.
(Sometimes I want to get lost and dream for awhile.)

The only thing that ever makes sense to me,
Is the words to a song from an American movie.
The only thing that ever made sense in my life,
Is the sound of my girl laughing,
Alive and happy in the summertime.

I am just like everyone I know.
I am afraid of things that I don't know.
I am afraid of ever really being alone.
I want to find myself a brand new heart.
I want to find a girl and make a brand new start.
I want to find a girl and get lost in the dark.

<3

The only thing that ever makes sense to me,
Is the words to a song from an American movie.
The only thing that ever made sense in my life,
Is the sound of my girl laughing,
Through the window of a summer night.

I sit alone in my backyard wishing I could be inside.
Just the sound of my girl laughing
Makes me happy just to be alive.

Sometimes I am happy just to be alive.

Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out)

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again... and fade out...

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again... and fade out again...

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again... and fade out again...

Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love

Deftones - Be Quiet and Drive

This town don't feel mine
I'm fast to get away

Far

It feels good to know you're all mine
Now drive me far away

I don't care where just far away

For those who have been living under a rock the past few days, there's this huge uproar over AIG paying out 165 million or so dollars to execs in bonuses... while at the same time they are receiving billions of dollars in "bailout" funds.

And now there's controversy. Seriously, what?

Did anybody NOT see this coming when the federal bailout was first getting mentioned? Did people honestly think that government and big business were going to sit down and use taxpayer money to restructure businesses and jumpstart the economy? How blissfully optimistic IS the populace of this country?

You have a bunch of selfish greedy old men who suddenly get billions of dollars as a reward for fucking things up. What do you think is going to happen?

And the thing is, this isn't the first time shit like this has happened. This isn't an isolated incident. Just about every failing business getting bailed out is paying millions of dollars to its execs and blowing more money on useless shit, whether it be $400 thousand dollar private retreats and hunting trips, or $50 million dollar luxury jets. When automaker CEO's flew to Congress to beg for bailout funds, they spent $20K to travel there and back in private jets. Bailout talk has gone back to last summer, but we're only flipping out now, towards the end of March?

And it's not just the fact that some of these "bailout" funds are being spent on insuring the cushy lifestyles of rich CEOs while the taxpayers footing the bill are struggling to keep their homes. It's the fact that these businesses were failing in the first place, and rather than letting them go, we're spending over a TRILLION dollars to keep them afloat for just a little big longer.

Inevitably it's all going to collapse. This country isn't going to be able to sustain it's skyrocketing debt ceiling forever. Failing businesses fail for a reason, and unless life support continues indefinitely, they're going to fail too. The only thing is now, everybody is being dragged down with them.

It doesn't help that this bailout is being done with money that, frankly, really doesn't exist. Or if it does, it's absolutely worthless. I mean, what is our dollar backed by, besides a federal government that is now 11 trillion "dollars" in debt. The only thing that makes the dollar worth something is that people say it's worth something.

And maybe this is a good thing. I keep talking about how we need total economic collapse in this country. That we need everything to fall apart so we can rebuild and reshape this country properly. And the guys in charge, who are trying to keep it from happening, are ironically going to make it happen even faster.

Radiohead - In Limbo

Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea
I got a message I can't read
Another message I can't read

Being the first in the Irish Sea
I got a message I can't read
Another message I can't read

I'm on your side
Nowhere to hide
Trapdoors that open
I spiral down

You're living in a fantasy world
You're living in a fantasy world

I'm lost at sea
Don't bother me
I've lost my way
I've lost my way

You're living in a fantasy world
You're living in a fantasy world
You're living in a fantasy world
The most beautiful world

Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea
I got a message I can't read
Another message I can't read

Sleeping constantly. Apathy through the roof. No appetite. Zero motivation to do anything. What does this usually mean?

Only catch is this time, I have absolutely no idea what brought it on.

Bah.


Seriously, this is goddamn pathetic. I've got too much shit on my plate right now for depression to decide it wants to kick back in without warning or even an identifiable reason.

Jane's Addiction - Classic Girl

4:05
In my neighborhood
When shots go off,
No one bothers.
A POP, and a reply POP, and no reply...

Dinosaurs on the quilt I wore
With a girl.
Such a classic girl...
Such a classic girl...

Such a classic girl,
Gives her man great ideas.
Hears you tell your friends,
"Hey man, listen to my great idea!"
It's true I am a villain
When you fall ill,
that's probably because
Men never can be.
Not like a girl.
A classic girl...
Such a classic girl...

They may say, "Those were the days..."
But in a way, you know,
For us these are the days.
Yes, for us these are the days,
And you know you're my girl!

Such a classic girl...
Such a classic girl...

Yeah for us these are the days...

True hunting is over.
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...

True leaders gone,
Of land and people.
We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
The family weakens by the lengths we travel...

All now with wings!