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Friday 29 August, 02003

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:59 am

Getty’s best

Pink Floyd/One Slip & On the Turning Away

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:41 am

Pink Floyd wrote some really silly songs:

A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend

I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence

One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won’t forget,
There’ll be no sleep in here tonight

Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone

One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you will never forget,
There’ll be no sleep in here tonight

But on the same album (A Momentary Lapse of Reason), they have some of the greatest stuff ever:

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won’t understand
“Don’t accept that what’s happening
Is just a case of others’ suffering
Or you’ll find that you’re joining in
The turning away”

It’s a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it’s shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we’re all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It’s not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there’ll be
No more turning away?

Wednesday 27 August, 02003

by Matthew Bartlett @ 6:53 am

Structuralism, Deconstructionism, Post-structuralism

Monday 25 August, 02003

by Matthew Bartlett @ 8:52 am

Samurai Barber poems [verb] about food
(we) Christians are so silly

Saturday 23 August, 02003

Beth Gibbons’ new album

by Matthew Bartlett @ 4:46 pm

I am going to die. Beth Gibbons (Portishead vocalist) has an album out. Snippets of it are available at http://www.bethgibbons.com/. Thanks for letting me know, Bryan!

Wood pigeons

by Matthew Bartlett @ 4:28 pm

Keruru

Three wood pigeons live near our place. They spend their days sitting on the topmost branches of the Kowhai trees around our house watching over Wainuiomata.

number one

by james @ 2:24 pm

hey everybody in internet-land
well, my brother has forced me to start a blog by banning me from the intricaweb if i dont start one so ive compromised and joined his.
Well,to start off with , i might as well tell you a bit about me. I’m fourteen, christian, play rugby, and am extremely bored at the moment. Because of this boredom it’ll be hard to keep up with blogging but i’ll try.
Some good news from me, probably no one but me will care, but thats never stopped me talking before. My rugby team is into the grand-final and expect to win. I’ve been playing rugby for seven years and the closest i’ve come before now was second, so that’ll be exciting.
I spose that’ll do for a first blog, I’ll try to keep up with it, but won’t make any promises.
l8r.

Friday 22 August, 02003

by Matthew Bartlett @ 9:23 am

Technology giveth and technology taketh away, Neil Postman says. Teenage txting is hurting low-quality blockbusters’ opening weekends [via mefi].

Don McGlashan is a genius

by Matthew Bartlett @ 7:16 am

I always like hearing these lines in the Mutton Birds song, As Close As This:

I have no habits, as I always say
But I reached for you you like the first cigarette of the very first day

Their ‘best of’ compilation Flock is probably worth getting just for this:

A Thing Well Made
She’s wearing her don’t talk to me face as she makes the kids’ lunches
I oblige and quietly close the front door as I leave
I drive into town before the fog lifts
I sell sporting goods
Yes I’ve got a shop not far from Cathedral Square
I like to open up early so fellas can come in on their way to work
And daydream around the rods and reels
While their breakfast’s still warm inside them
Go on have yourself a look
I’m proud of my shop
Almost everything’s from overseas
You won’t find a better selection

Look at the way this gun fits the crook of your arm
To make a thing like that you’d need to know what you were about
You’d need to know where you were going and go there in a straight line
And everything else you’d have to shut right out

Can you see the man who made that?
Can you see him putting it down and standing back?
Can you see the moment when he said, “that’s it, that’s perfect”?
At a time like that you wouldn’t care about your job
Or your mortgage or the fight you had with your wife
‘Cause when a man holds a thing well made there’s connection
There’s completeness when a man holds a thing well made

It’s Wednesday so I do the mail orders
Nothing much, some oilskins and a 303 for a hunter over in Westland
And oh yes. One of those AK47′s
For some collector down the line.

Thursday 21 August, 02003

by Matthew Bartlett @ 8:05 am

Wired Mesh on Mel Gibson’s Jesus movie, The Passion

Auckland photos

by Matthew Bartlett @ 7:52 am

Perhaps that wee digital camera isn’t so bad after all.

Wednesday 20 August, 02003

In case you were wondering…

by Matthew Bartlett @ 10:46 pm

Sex is fire & deep participation in the cosmic story of God and the world; two bodies separate but totally intimate & committed. So, pre-commitment sex is cheating on the universe.

Ticket for sale

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:57 pm

ITF DJ Battle Southern Region 21/08/03
DJ battle featuring A-Trak, Mareko & Manchoo @ Coyote Bar in Wellington.
Worth $20+booking fee. R18 show.
Trademe Auction

Tuesday 19 August, 02003

Sermon: Brian McLaren on Jonah

by Matthew Bartlett @ 12:51 pm

Brian McLaren – Seeing God in the Chaos of Life: A Study in the Minor Prophets: Jonah.
We think of Jonah as a Sunday School story for children. But for adults, Jonah is a complex and sophisticated story that shakes our preconceptions and changes the way we think of ourselves, others, and God.
RealAudio
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NAS/I Can

by Matthew Bartlett @ 11:55 am

Be, B-Boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who’s becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person
Gotta astrung when I heard when
Cocaine, sniffing up drugs, all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, no looks ugly and old
No fun cause when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I’ma tell you how

I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I’ll be where I wanna be

Be, B-Boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who’s only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, ‘fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don’t pretend to be
Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinkin life’s all about smokin weed and ice
You don’t wanna be my age and can’t read and right
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

Be, be, ‘fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
It was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They learned about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot up they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?
If the truth is told, the youth can grow
They learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you’re a king
Young Prince thats when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying “She’s my queen”

I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I’ll be where I wanna be