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“Geiger Counter”
You were shaking like a leaf
clinging hard to a sleepy branch
and holding on for your dear life.Well if you fall, then you’ll fall in
and you’ll spiral randomly
no way to know where you’re gonna land.and all the plans that you have made
they are a million miles away
waiting for you to come homethere’s no breeze i’ve ever felt,
no blow that I’ve been dealt,
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Great video demonstrating the mysterious power of music on the brain. There’s definitely more going on with it than meets the eye (ear). If you’re interested in this kind of thing, check out Oliver Sacks’s book, Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain.
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My song “No Power” opened up the season finale of Being Human last night.
You can download it over at:
music.absofacto.comOr you can get it on iTunes.
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Just a robot. Being awesome.
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In case you have missed it so far, I’m doing a Kickstarter to raise the funds to release my album Sinking Islands on CD and vinyl. It’s already 53% funded, but if it doesn’t hit 100% it’s going to stay digital only. There are a ton of cool rewards for contributing to the project, which you can check out over at my Kickstarter page.
Every dollar counts, so even a small contribution will help ensure the release is a success. And if you can’t contribute, spreading the word about the project on Twitter, Facebook, etc. will also help!
For more details, check out the video or just head over to the page. Thanks for checking it out!
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The strangest thing about getting old (or one of the many strangest things) is that young people sometimes appear to Lucien—as, in fact, Sharmila does at this very moment—in a nimbus of tender light. It’s as if her unrealized future were projecting outward like ectoplasm.
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I had a funny feeling it was Cosby that was making my gelatin so difficult to eat.
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Not sure if this is a reason to take this exit, or a reason not to take this exit. Via Brenten Kelly.
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One Does Not Need an Excuse to Write Morning Limericks
I wish I could tell a good joke,
but whenever I try I just choke.
so I’m washing my hands
of the matter, and plan
to live life as a humorless bloke.—
There once was a bucket of eyes
just sitting there under the skies,
but nobody noted its
presence, or toted it
home to be baked into pies.—
There was a man riddled with warts
who had wonderful news to report,
but whenever he spoke
the people would choke
and their faces would oddly contort.—
There was a magician named Fred,
whose magical word was “Kazed!”
His tricks were so boring
he had to stop touring
and start trimming hedges instead.—
I once met a man from Nantucket,
who lived his whole life in Nantucket.
He was born in Nantucket, he died in Nantucket,
and was buried in a grave in Nantucket.—
Posted originally on absofacto.com/blog - June 1, 2011
