http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:JennaD123&section=today deviantART RSS for by:JennaD123 en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 11 Dec 2009 11:33:10 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/28341416/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/28341416/ Fri, 13 Nov 2009 20:31:00 PST [link]

"I'm working a lot with motion and animation, and also I'm an old DJ and a musician. So, music video is something that I always found interesting. They always seem to be so reactive, so I was thinking, can you remove us as creators and try to make the music be the voice and have the animation following it?"

TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design. It's a series of lectures held in Monterey, California, and the best of the lectures are posted online for free. Homepage: [link]

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Golan Levin writes software that he uses for performance art. The movements he creates with the mouse/tablet are reproduced by the software as looping animations and sounds. It's like a very literal language that bridges video and audio.

The loops he creates in this video seem pretty simple and aren't particularly aesthetic, but this opens up some really interesting doors as to processes that can synthesize sight and sound.

TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design. It's a series of lectures held in Monterey, California, and the best of the lectures are posted online for free. Homepage: [link]

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/24014640/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/24014640/ Wed, 01 Apr 2009 21:26:17 PDT [link] but I don't know if it is still posted there.)


Castel keyboard colours for his clavecin oculaire (1700s):

C: Blue
C#: Celadon
D: Green
Eb: Olive green
E: Yellow
F: Apricot
F#: Orange
G: Red
Ab: Crimson
A: Violet
Bb: Agate
B: Indigo

Rimington's keyboard colours for his Colour-Organ (1893):
C: Deep red
C#: Crimson
D: Orange-crimson
Eb: Orange
E: Yellow
F: Yellow-green
F#: Green
G: Bluish green
Ab: Blue-green
A: Indigo
Bb: Deep blue
B: Violet


In a general way it seems to be indicated that harmonic colours are the results of vibratory effects upon the eye of multiples of like measurements, thus fulfilling exactly the analogy according to which harmonious effects are produced upon the ear.
-E. R. Monteith

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/23740100/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/23740100/ Tue, 17 Mar 2009 01:41:43 PDT And you became the light on the dark side of me
And love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill

And did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
The more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
The light hits the gloom on the grey

There is a so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, to me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby

But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can't be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
The light hits the gloom on the grey

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey
If I should fall along the way...
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey

There is a so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Now won't you tell me is that healthy, baby

But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
The light hits the gloom on the grey

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you the stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the grey

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This video shows the self-propelling inventions of Theo Jansen- as much as I'd like him to explain more about the design and how they work, it's nonetheless an inspiration to creativity.

TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design. It's a series of lectures held in Monterey, California, and the best of the lectures are posted online for free. Homepage: [link]

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Bizarro website: [link]

For any artist who doesn't know about Dan Piraro (creator of Bizarro), you should definitely check him out. Unlike most cartoonists I've seen, he's got great ability with paint brushes. And I'm not much of a reader but I really enjoyed his book, too.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/22586501/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/22586501/ Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:42:19 PST It won't cost you an arm and a leg
Dance all night to a rotten band
Come on, people, let's give 'em a hand
Saturday night it's the place to be
Everybody cut footloose with me
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony

Met a little lady so pretty and young
She was quite a talker till the cat got her tongue
She oozed up beside me, I turned on my charm
Well, pretty soon she was completely disarmed
I said, "Girl, now don't fall to pieces on me"
But she cried her eyes out- literally
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony

Hey now, buddy, don't you give me no lip
Sorry I was using your head for dip
There's a guy in the hot tub, I don't know who
Wait a minute, it looks like Stu
Well, hold the phone now, what do I see?
Another pretty mama got her eye on me
At the party at the leper colony
Oh, there's a party at the leper colony
There's a party at the leper colony...

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Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a lenha pro fogão, vem fazer armação
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verão

Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a lenha pro fogão, vem fazer armação
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de coió, é curtir o verão

Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye

Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão, te te te coração
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão

Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão, te te te coração
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão


Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye

O calangulango, do calango da pretinha To cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar
Daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha
Na barriga e outra filha pra cria


Calangulango, do calango da pretinha To cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar
Daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha
Na barriga e outra filha pra cria

Calangulango, do calango da pretinha To cantando essa mudinha pra senhora se lembrar
Daquele tempo que vivia lá na roça com uma filha
Na barriga e outra filha pra cria

Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye

Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão, te te te coração
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão

Vem Magalenha rojão, traz a senha pro fogão, te te te coração
Hoje é um dia de sol, alegria de xodó, meu dever de verão

Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye
Ye ye ye ye ye ye

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Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say
Look around you find the ground
Is not so far from where you are
But not too wise
For down below they never grow
They're always tired and charms are hired
From out of their eyes
Never surprise

Take your time and you'll be fine
And say a prayer for people there
Who live on the floor
And if you see what's meant to be
Don't name the day or try to say
It happened before

Don't be shy you learn to fly
And see the sun when day is done
If only you see
Just what you are beneath a star
That came to stay one rainy day
In autumn for free
Yes, be what you'll be

Please beware of them that stare
They'll only smile to see you while
Your time away
And once you've seen what they have been
To win the earth just won't seem worth
Your night or your day
Who'll hear what I say

Open up the broken cup
Let goodly sin and sunshine in
Yes that's today.
And open wide the hymns you hide
You find reknown while people frown
At things that you say
But say what you'll say
About the farmers and the fun
And the things behind the sun
And the people round your head
Who say everything's been said
And the movement in your brain
Sends you out into the rain

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Before me wife and I got married, I wanted a dog, but she wouldn't let me get one. The trick that I used to do with me wife was I'd pick up cans of dog food at the supermarket and I'd go, "Fran!" And she's going, "Don't look, don't look." It's better if they ignore you because it means that an old lady has to walk across and go, "Excuse me, but that young man is trying to get your attention." So she'd go, "What?!" And I'd go, "Do we need dog food?"
"No... We haven't got a dog." I'm a man of simple pleasures.
And I did this every time we went to the supermarket, right? For about two years. I just kept on: "Do we need dog food?"
"We haven't got a dog."
"Do we need dog food?"
"WE HAVEN'T GOT A DOG."
"Do we need do-"
"WE HAVEN'T GOT A DOG!!"
And finally she snapped, she lost it, and she got us a dog.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/20092708/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/20092708/ Fri, 22 Aug 2008 09:14:10 PDT This'll be on my videotape
My videotape

Mephistopheles is just beneath
And he's reaching up to grab me

This is one for the good old days
And I have it all here
In red blue green
Red blue green

You are my centre when I spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape...

This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
And talking to you for-...

No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been
The most perfect day I've ever seen

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/19487577/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/19487577/ Sat, 19 Jul 2008 18:46:50 PDT From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...?
(I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...?
(I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...?
(I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...?
(I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing Gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children
God loves his children
Yeah

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]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/17458119/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/17458119/ Sat, 22 Mar 2008 12:25:05 PDT A robe fit for a prince
I could clothe a continent
But I can’t sew a stitch

I can paint my face
And stand very, very still
It’s not very practical
But it still pays the bills

I can’t change my name
But I could be your type
I can dance and win at games
Like backgammon and Life

I used to be the smart one
Sharp as a tack
Funny, though, how skipping years ahead
Has held me back

I used to be the bright one
Top in my class
Funny what they give you
When you just learn how to pass

I can write a song
But I can’t sing in key
I can play piano
But I never learned to read

I can’t trap a mouse
But I can pet a cat
Nah, I’m really serious
I’m really very good at that

I can’t fix a car
But I can fix a flat
I could fix a lot of things
But I’d rather not get into that

I used to be the great one
Smart as a whip
Funny how you slip so far
When teachers don’t keep track of it

I used to be the tight one
The perfect fit
Funny how those compliments
Can make you feel so full of it

I can shuffle, cut, and deal
But I can’t draw a hand
I can’t draw a lot of things
I hope you understand

I’m not exceptionally shy
But I’ve never had man
But I can you look you straight in the eye
And tell my secret plans

I can take a vow
And I can wear a ring
And I can make you promises
But they won’t mean a thing

Can’t you just do it for me
I’ll pay you well
Fuck, I’ll pay you anything
If you could end this

Can’t you just fix it for me
It’s gone berserk
Oh fuck, I’ll give you anything
If you can make the damn thing work

Can’t you just fix it for me
I’ll pay you well
Oh fuck, I’ll pay you anything
If you could end this hell

Hello, I Iove you
Won’t you tell me your name
Hello
I’m good for nothing
Will you love me just the same?
The same

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Well he wasn't looking for fanfare or fame
But it all came around just the same
He then met a girl with desire in her eye
He gave her love, she took his name

The times they were good, the times they were bad
Most times it was just in between
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had
She put on display for all to be seen

Some find their solace in work or the lord
She was quite content in her dream
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light
He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam

One day from the depths of his deep, darkened hole
He reached out for something to feel
She offered back nothing but lack of respect
so he let himself out with two barrels of steel

She cried in the day, she cried in the night
She cried loudest when someone was near
Whether crying for him or she cried for herself
The bigger the camera, the bigger the tears

Most folks agree that she was living a hell
And publicly she showed her pain
And never once was there a thought for herself
And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame

Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high

On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high

On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high

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"3#" uses a track "composed" by media artist Seth Price, its music based on the forms of 1980s electronic pop songs. Price uses music production software to copy the structure of popular music from the recent past. By editing out one element (in this case, the singer), he comments on the genre through an imperfect copy. The video uses text (some quoted from Morrissey's lyrics) and graphic transitions to outline an argument about how and why pop music functions, pointing to its promises of unique, infamous, and sublime experiences through repetition and mass distribution.

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Sweet old luscious life
Celebrate your dreams
When you are away
Doesn't it taste so sweet
Like it's growing on all,
Growing on the trees
Growing on the trees
When you pick me up off the ground
I slowly turn you from a frown
Sweet old luscious life
My sweet old
My sweet old, old luscious life
You taste so sweet
When you are so free
My sweet old luscious life
You taste so sweet to me
All the time
No need for a moment of the day
I celebrate
I need, I need you today
What's one minute of the day
To celebrate, to let it be
To feel so free when you are me
In the sweet old luscious life
For a minute of the day
You taste so sweet

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/15254325/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/15254325/ Sun, 28 Oct 2007 08:05:46 PDT [link]


I like to go to the beach early in the morning. To make a lot of bottles with notes in them. And then, when other people come- someone goes to pick up a bottle and I like to stand right behind them. Because then, they read the note that says: "I'm standing right behind you."

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My friend came over for dinner the other day, but before she came over she said, "I'm allergic to cats." I said, "Fine, I'll fix something else."

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And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go

Well a process man am I
And I’m telling you no lie
I work and breathe amoung the fumes
That trail across the sky
There’s thunder all around me
And there’s poison in the air
There’s a lousy smell
That smacks of hell
And dust all in me hair

And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go

Well I’ve worked amoung the spitters
And I breathed the oily smoke
I’ve shoveled up the gypsum
And it nigh ‘on makes you choke
I’ve stood knee deep in cyanide
Got sick with a caustic burn
Been working rough
I’ve seen enough
To make your stomach turn

And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go

There’s overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you’re knocking on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood

And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go

Well a process man am I
And I’m telling you no lie
I work and breathe amoung the fumes
That tread across the sky
There’s thunder all around me
And there’s poison in the air
There’s a lousy smell
That smacks of hell
And dust all in me hair

And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death

And it’s go, boys, go
They’ll time your every breath
And every day you’re in this place
You’re two days nearer death
But you go

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/14080492/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/14080492/ Wed, 08 Aug 2007 19:46:25 PDT
August 9: Arrival at the Mingalar Guest House, Edinburgh.
August 15: Morning band practice. 5:00 P.M. “Meet & Greet” cocktail party.
August 17: Drive through Moffat/Borders Country on the to Dumfries.
August 18: Dunfermline- parade down High Street in the late morning, perform in Pittencrieff Park. Early evening ceilidh in the Glen Pavilion.
August 20: Edinburgh Military Tattoo
August 22: Full day mystery tour
August 23: Dundee- the band will parade with other bands through the town.
August 24: Pitlochry- massed band parade in the late morning.
August 25: Irvine Marymass Festival. Later a ceilidh at the Thistle Hotel.
August 30: Flight home to Montréal.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13758316/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13758316/ Mon, 16 Jul 2007 14:36:44 PDT [link]


Wake from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape
We escape

Pack and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell
Breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

Sing us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill
Such a chill

And you can laugh a spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one
In everlasting peace

We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope that you choke
That you choke

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13510634/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13510634/ Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:26:25 PDT [link]


We are drifting away
Farther every day
Soon we’ll have nothing to say
We’ll be too far away
Too far away
Too far away
For when we start away
For when we start away
They’ll be to far away
As we are drifting farther every day
Well, I want an empire
Even if I’m drifting far away
But I want an empire
Even I’m fading all away
I dipped my hands into the sea
I poured the ocean over me
And after all the times I swallowed all the shore
I couldn’t find you anymore
All the grey drifters
My grey drifters
We’re all the grey drifters
We are drifters
We are drifters

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13509836/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13509836/ Wed, 27 Jun 2007 09:07:51 PDT I was looking out for me
To be a better man
To be a better man
I was hiding underneath the sea
I was looking out for me
Just me, the fish, and the sea
Just me, the fish, and the sea
‘Cause the music was so much louder there
Just me, the fish, and the sea
Just me, the fish, and the sea
Unfamiliar apathy
‘Cause I born a noise machine
Greater still, I was born a pill
So gather all of your family now
Scream the noise and just leave
Don’t leave the ground
The music was louder there
Don’t leave the ground
The music was louder there
Under the sea
The music was louder there
Under the sea
The music was louder there
I was so happy there
Under, under the sea
Under the sea
Under the sea

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13391697/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13391697/ Mon, 18 Jun 2007 09:16:02 PDT [link]


Got this 'baby on board' sign a few weeks ago. But it blew out the window. Guess I don't need the sign anymore.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13226313/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13226313/ Tue, 05 Jun 2007 10:34:50 PDT
When the hell did the peanut become the deadliest thing on the planet? If your boy is so allergic that if my boy has a Snickers and so much as touches him he'll DIE- keep him at home! Wrap him in plastic, get a hepafilter... Don't get attached.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13213473/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13213473/ Mon, 04 Jun 2007 10:09:17 PDT Hölle, wo ist dein Sieg?
Wo,
Wo,
Wo ist dein Sieg?

(Death, where is your sting!
Hell, where is your victory?)

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13099442/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/13099442/ Sat, 26 May 2007 10:04:27 PDT [link]


I used to compete in sports a lot. But then I found out you can buy trophies... Now I'm good at everything.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12964210/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12964210/ Tue, 15 May 2007 10:51:43 PDT
]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12680655/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12680655/ Sat, 21 Apr 2007 13:11:23 PDT [link]OYmV3Y-DvI


I once had an ice cube
Pretty little ice cube
Now it's gone
Now it's gone
Her name was Mary
Pretty little ice cube
Now she's gone
Now she's gone
She was so shiny
My pretty little ice cube
Now she's gone
Where's she gone?
She's gone with the others
The shiny little ice cubes
Moving on
Moving on

She's gone
Does nothing ever last forever?
She's gone
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does nothing ever last forever?

I miss my ice cube
Pretty little ice cube
Since she's withdrawn
I held her in my hand
My chilly little ice cube
Was it wrong?
Was it wrong?
She slipped away
My moist little ice cube
To oblivion
Oblivion
She left me standing
With tears on my face
On the lawn
So I wrote this song

Pretty little ice cube
Where've you gone?
Pretty little ice cube
Where've you gone?
Pretty little ice cube
Does nothing ever last forever?
Now she's gone
Nothing ever lasts forever
Now she's gone
Nothing ever lasts forever
Now she's gone
Nothing ever lasts forever
Now she's gone
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does nothing ever last forever?
Does nothing ever last forever?

It's pretty clear that
It's not wise to
Love something too much
I just wish to
Find something to
Fondle and to
Touch so gently

Does nothing ever last forever?

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12510562/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12510562/ Sun, 08 Apr 2007 13:17:01 PDT [link]


If you come along with me I'll tell you where we'll go
We'll head to Terra Nova over hard, white crusty snow
We'll head on down through the birches where the river meets the pond
And if I got it figured right the daylight will be gone

Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey

We'll light the lamp, we'll light the stove, we'll put the bake pot on
We'll pour a drink and tell some lies and sign a three-chord song
We'll step outside and gaze at all the pinholes in the sky
And if I got it figured right the evening you'll enjoy

Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey

The stove is spittin' flankers and the potatoes almost done
And Mildred's got the oven primed for hot molasses buns
The fiddle's sounding scratchy, the guitar is out of tune
And Billy's standing on the bridge and howling at the moon

Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey

The songs are getting louder and the music's getting loose
There's nothing here to wake up but the rabbits, bears and moose
So loosen up and holler, let it echo through the woods
If you don't get crazy once in a while, you might go mad for good

Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey

In the silence of the birches you are bound to wake up twice
And listen to the river gurgling underneath the ice
We'll step outside with memories of a night we won't forget
Of singing, laughing, having fun and shedding loads of sweat

Hey, hey, hey... hey, hey, hey... hey, hey

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Bad day
Looking for a way home
Looking for the great escape
Gets his car and drives away
Far from all the things that we are
Puts a smile and breathes it in, breathes it out
He says, “Bye, bye, bye to all of the noise”
He says, “Bye, bye, bye to all of the noise”

Hey child
Things are looking down
That’s okay, you don’t need to win anyways
Don’t be afraid, just eat up all of the grey
And it will fade all away
Don’t let yourself fall down

Bad day
Looking for the great escape
He says bad day
Looking for the great escape
On the bad day
Looking for the great escape
The great escape

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12166239/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12166239/ Tue, 13 Mar 2007 08:04:31 PDT
What do you call a girl on a trombonist's arm? A tattoo.

A B-flat, a D-flat and an F walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors here." So the D-flat gets up and leaves, and the B-flat and the F share an open fifth between them.

( Talking about what makes a good joke: )
But the satire is not the point- the form, the beauty, the simplicity of it is those surrealistic kid jokes that third graders love: Why is an elephant large and gray and wrinkled? Because if it were small and white and round it would be an aspirin.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12115175/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/12115175/ Fri, 09 Mar 2007 07:21:11 PST Tellin’ stories if we had one
Someone fired the old jukebox up
The song, it sure was a sad one
A teardrop rolled down Bubba’s nose
Some pain the song was inflictin’
And all at once he jumped to his feet
Just like somebody kicked him

Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Said it played a sad song that made him cry
Went to his truck and got a 45
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

Bubba had never been accused
Of being mentally stable
So we did not draw an easy breath
Until he laid that Colt on the table
He hung his head until the cops showed up
They dragged him right out of Marge’s
And told him, “Don’t you play dumb with us, son
You know damn well what the charge is”

Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Said it played a sad song that made him cry
Went to his truck and got a 45
Well he shot the jukebox last night

When the sheriff arrived with his bathrobe on
The confrontation was a tense one
He shook his head and said, “Bubba, m’boy
You was always a dense one”
Now, Red was discharged of his gun
That’s what the officer’s a-claimin’
Bubba hollered, as red as hell
“I hit just where I was aimin’!”

Bubba shot the jukebox last night
Said it played a sad song that made him cry
Went to his truck and got a 45
Well he shot the jukebox
Stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

He could not tell right from wrong
Through the teardrops in his eyes
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
It was a justifiable homicide

Bubba shot the jukebox
Stopped it with one shot
Bubba shot the jukebox last night

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11801029/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11801029/ Tue, 13 Feb 2007 15:49:51 PST [link]


When I die, I want to go the same way my grandfather did: peaceful, in my sleep. ... Not like the others in the car, screaming.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11708016/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11708016/ Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:45:53 PST And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
He walked 'round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle iddle ai-dio
Ring di diddly-i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street

About that time two young and lovely girls just happened by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye,
"See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"
Ring ding diddle iddle ai-dio
Ring di diddly-i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt"

They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
And lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
There, behold for them to view, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God engraced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle iddle ai-dio
Ring di diddly-i o
Was nothing more than God engraced him with upon his birth

They marvelled for a moment, then one said, "We must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along"
As the gift they left, a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow
Around the bonnie star, the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle iddle ai-dio
Ring di diddly-i o
Around the bonnie star, the Scot's kilt did lift and show

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards the trees
Behind a bush he lift his kilt and God said what he sees
In a startled voice he said, to what's before his eyes, "Oh!
I'm glad I don't know where yea been but I see yea won first prize."
Ring ding diddle iddle ai-dio
Ring di diddly-i o
"I'm glad I don't know where yea been but I see yea won first prize."

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11578973/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11578973/ Fri, 26 Jan 2007 17:20:46 PST [link]


Took my gramma to the park a couple weeks ago. Should probably go back and get her.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11480004/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11480004/ Thu, 18 Jan 2007 09:13:02 PST [link]


Folks, I’d like to sing a song about the American dream. About me, about you. About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests. About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts. Maybe below the cockles, maybe in the sub-cockle area, maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys, maybe even in the colon. We don’t know.

I’m just a regular Joe with a regular job
I’m your average white, suburbanite slob
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house with a nice hard-wood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar

But sometimes that just ain’t enough
To keep a man like me interested
(Oh no, no way, uh-uh)
No, I’ve gotta go out and have fun at someone else’s expense
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane
While people behind me are going insane

I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole) I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole, such an asshole)

I use public toilets and I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summertime saying, “How about this heat?”

I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole) I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole! (He’s the world’s biggest asshole)

Sometimes I park in handicap spaces
While handicapped people make handicapped faces

I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole) I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole! (He’s a real fucking asshole)

Maybe I shouldn’t be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they’re right when they tell me I’m wrong…
Nah!

I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole) I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole! (He the world’s biggest asshole)

You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible- hot pink! With the whale-skin hubcaps, an all-leather cow interior, and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights, yah! And I’m gonna drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting one mile per gallon, sucking down quarter-pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald’s in the old-fashioned, non-biodegradable Styrofoam containers. And when I’m done sucking down those greaseball burgers, I’m gonna wipe my mouth on the American flag, and then I’m gonna toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side, and there ain’t a goddamn thing anybody can do about it. You know why? Because we got the bombs, that’s why. Two words: nuclear fucking weapons, okay? Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cake and walk right through the middle of Tienanmen Square and it won’t make a lick of difference, because we got the bombs. Okay? John Wayne’s not dead, he’s frozen. And as soon as we find a cure for cancer, we’re gonna thaw out the duke and he’s gonna be pretty pissed off. You know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower? Well multiply that by 15 million times, that’s how pissed off the duke’s gonna be. I’m gonna get the duke, and John Catrimetties, and Lee Marvin, and…
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
…Sam Peckinfork, and a case of whiskey, and drive down to Texas…
Hey! You know, you really are an asshole.
Why don’t you just shut up and sing this song, pal?

I’m an asshole! (He’s an asshole) I’m an asshole
I’m an asshole! (He the world’s biggest asshole)

A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Everybody!
A-S-S-H-O-L-E
Hhhr, hhhr hhhr, hhhr hhhr, hhhr hhhr
Fmpf, a-ticka-mmph, ch-thbt, a-thbt thbt
Ooooo, ooooo
I’m an asshole, and I’m proud of it

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11368160/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11368160/ Mon, 08 Jan 2007 20:40:05 PST [link]


My computer beat me at chess.

... But then I beat him at kickboxing.

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11249189/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11249189/ Sat, 30 Dec 2006 19:10:03 PST Not a piper was stirring--they all were quite soused;
Their hose were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Knicker-less soon would be there.

The drummers were nestled all snug in their beds,
Midst visions of drumsticks and new Premier heads.
And Ma in balmoral and I in my tam,
Had just settled down for an impromptu jam.

When out on he lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair, my music a-scatter.
Away to the window I tore in a hurry.
Yelling to Ma, "Keep piping! Don't worry!"

She struck in her drones and had a wee blow,
As I gazed at the moonlight on new-fallen snow.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh full of pipers and drummers and beer.

With a little old driver who spoke with such force,
That I knew right away--he's the PM, of course!
More rapid than eagles his pipers they came--
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Angus! Now, Seamus! Now, Gordon and Harry--
On, Duncan! On Ian! On, Willie and Larry.
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now pipe away! Pipe away! Pipe away all!"

Almost as one, and without any gripes,
They blew up and struck in eight sets of pipes.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The chanters, the drum rolls, with nary a goof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney Knicker-less came with a bound;
With shoes newly shined, and shirt neatly pressed;
He was, I could see, regimentally dressed.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
I could see that he'd already been into the sherry.
I smiled at him now and became somewhat bolder,
As a new set of Naills he flung on his shoulder.

The blowstick he held tight in his teeth,
The bass drone caught at and knocked off our wreath.
He had a broad face, was fairly well built,
And, damn! this guy looked good in a kilt!

A wink of his eye, a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I'd be best off in bed;
He spoke not a word, by the light of the moon,
But struck in his pipes and played me a chune.

He played a 2/4, a 6/8, and a reel,
A strathspey, a hornpipe, a jig--with great zeal.
After he'd played all these chunes just for me,
He stopped and put gifts out under the tree--

Pipes by McCallum, and pipes made by Kron,
All guaranteed to blow steady tone;
Reeds and chanters, a new water trap,
Ash plugs and tuners, and all of that---stuff.

Then laying a finger aside of his nose,
He gave the pipes a couple more blows;
He looked at the chimney he'd come down before,
Said, "The hell with this--I'll go out the door!"

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of Scotch thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, e'er he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all--and a Piping Hot night!"

]]> ~JennaD123 http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11220820/ http://JennaD123.deviantart.com/journal/11220820/ Thu, 28 Dec 2006 09:37:32 PST [link]


My mom always hides christmas presents, even though we don't live at home anymore. She always forgets where one present is, so like 6 months later I'll be sitting on the couch downstairs, and find one under the cushions- "He-ey, a puppy!"

]]> ~JennaD123