Honeycut: Exodus Honey

If you’re a Mac person who’s upgraded Mac OS X 10.5 (“Leopard”), you’ve encountered this snazzy opening video after you rebooted:

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Turns out the equally snazzy grooves are by the bay area band, Honeycut, who Apple tapped for a cut down version of their song, Exodus Honey. Here it is in full:

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How does the brain
Connect with the body
How does it wake from a dream
Go book another show
I don’t want to know what’s happening

I’m not here with you
I see your lips are moving too
And they can talk and talk
I think we might be having a blast

Presently I’m gone
Somewhere on a long celestial sleepwalk
How do you make
A life out of nothing
And make nothing out of your life

Blink
I don’t want to wake
I just want to take siestas all day

I say stop the war
I’m glad I still wanna have my car
So I can drink and drive
I can’t believe I’m still alive

Talking on the phone
Asking if we had a good time last night

How does the brain
Connect with the body
How does it wake from a dream

And we will hurt nobody for the love of money
We can find our way without so much pain
Take me there
Take me honey
Let me love you again

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Dead Can Dance: Severance

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Severance:
The birds of leaving call to us,
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight.

Overland
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.

When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust,
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways.

Indifference:
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come.

(Tomorrow’s child is the only child.)

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Dead can Dance: Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book

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Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

What various paths are followed in distributing honors and possessions
She gives awards to some and penitents’ cloaks to others

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes

When you expect whistles, it’s flutes
When you expect flutes, it’s whistles

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Carl Orff: O Fortuna

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O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!

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Rush: Roll the Bones

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Well, you can stake that claim—
Good work is the key to good fortune
Winners take that praise
Losers seldom take that blame
If they don’t take that game
And sometimes the winner takes nothing
We draw our own designs
But fortune has to make that frame

We go out in the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Why are we here?
Because were here
Roll the bones
Roll the bones
Why does it happen?
Because it happens
Roll the bones
Roll the bones

Faith is cold as ice—
Why are little ones born only to suffer
For the want of immunity
Or a bowl of rice?
Well, who would hold a price
On the heads of the innocent children
If there’s some immortal power
To control the dice?

We come into the world and take our chances
Fate is just the weight of circumstances
That’s the way that lady luck dances
Roll the bones

Jack— relax.
Get busy with the facts.
No zodiacs or almanacs,
No maniacs in polyester slacks.
Just the facts.
Gonna kick some gluteus max.
Its a parallax— you dig?
You move around
The small gets big. its a rig.
Its action— reaction—
Random interaction.
So who’s afraid
Of a little abstraction?
Cant get no satisfaction
From the facts?
You better run, homeboy—
A facts a fact
From Nome to Rome, boy.

What’s the deal? spin the wheel.
If the dice are hot— take a shot.
Play your cards. show us what you got—
What you’re holding.
If the cards are cold,
Don’t go folding.
Lady luck is golden;
She favors the bold. that’s cold.
Stop throwing stones—
The night has a thousand saxophones.
So get out there and rock,
And roll the bones.
Get busy!

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FAIL and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

As the Buddha said, “Life is full of FAIL.” But once you understand and embrace the FAIL, you transcend it and realize the truth: that all is made of awesome and win.

Yes, I made that T-shirt. And you’re awesome for buying it.

Chopper of FAIL

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Implosion of FAIL

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Kung FAIL

Warning: You will grimace.
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EPIC FAIL

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Wheel of FAIL

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I have archived some of my favorite FAIL in this thread on my forum.

And if your thirst for schadenfreude is truly unquenchable, then be sure to add FailBlog to your RSS feeds.

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Five from The Penguin Cafe Orchestra

Simon Jeffes (19 February 1949 – 11 December 1997) was the creative force behind the Penguin Cafe Orchestra, which created music that straddled the otherworldly and the hauntingly familiar. The first album of theirs I heard was actually their fourth: Broadcasting from Home. It remains of of my favorite albums.

Prelude and Yodel

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Air á Danser

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Music for a Found Harmonium

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Telephone and Rubber Band

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Numbers One to Four

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