A: You know why you should never play cards with big cats? B: No, why? A: Cos they're all CHEATAHS!
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Just to be clear, this is "WTF Sweater Week" ...As in a week of "WTF?"-inducing sweaters. (Though this one is also kind of fierce by merit of having a GIANT CHEETAH on it.) There will be lots of normal sweaters in the weeks to come, though, never fear. Maybe they will even get a week of their own.
"Rodrigo Sanchez and Gabriela Quintero are two fast-fingered, Dublin-based Mexicans with a unique sound created on acoustic guitars. Their music is difficult to define, straddling both world and rock and often imbued with timeless Hispano – classical influences. The fire in it comes from their life-long passion for metal music."
Maybe not the best match for the necklace, but it's an old favorite of mine. And it is a song about the end of a war, the ideal of a post-war peacetime life... so I think it fits.
Wake up say good morning to that sleepy person lying next to you; if there's no one there, then there's no one there -- but at least the war is over.
I've known this song for a long time and just recently started listening again. (You know, it could be about Claude in HAIR, if he joined NASA instead of the army.)
"Foks is a unique and original Celapiu design. It is a handcrafted fox-shaped scarf, a witty accessory and pro-eco manifesto at the same time. Fokses come in two different lengths: this short one has a flat, 'run over by a roller' look, and a special clip, that helps to adjust it around your neck. You can order gloves-cum-mittens to go with your Foks (they are $27)."
"Twisted" from Twister: The Musical (From "Hey, You Know What Movie Would Make a Good Musical?" at The Zipper Factory) (Performed and introduced by the exceedingly charming Jason Michael Snow)
I have taken the liberty of transcribing the lyrics.
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Look at that sky... She's really talkin' today Darkly mumblin' Across the way Like a... bitter uncle... Angry at me...
...Recalling memories inappropriately...
LEAVE me alone I thought I'd already ran from home...
(Cue jaunty piano.)
Remember the breeze blowing through our hair? That was a time when we both... didn't care (pffffhahaha) I remember your smile, and that look in your eye Sent me right to the eye of the storm
Chasin' after something we could never take hold I was sick of flyin, sick of tryin to be bold Lost in your hair, and DAMN those eyes Still haunting me but no longer warm --
Now I'm TWISTED, can't decide! Only wind can be my guide... Please don't let my storms collide! I'm twisted up in side.
OKAY OKAY so wait, universe, get off my back! I've found a new career and weathercasting's my knack But something's telling me to stick around... I guess that I still care
And I know I'm happy with... oh, what's-her-name No, no no, I really know her name... ... ... ... ... --OH! MELISSA! THERE.
NOW I'M TWISTED, can't decide! Only wind can be my guide! PLEASE don't let my storms COLLIDE I'm twisted up inside...
(Cue jaunty piano change to BRIDGE ARRANGEMENT VAGUELY REMINISCENT OF WICKED)
I thought the yellow brick road was far behind me... The technicolor world of Oz burned so bright... Emerald City's towers shone so coldly... And suddenly I'm lost in the grayest night...!
But Dorothy wants to click her heels and fly... Should I return to the warm expanse of Kansas sky?
Now I'm TWISTED, can't decide! Only wind can be my guide! Please don't let my storms collide! I'm twisted up iiinnnnNNNOW I'M TWISTED, can't decide! Only wind can be my guide... PLEASE don't let my storms collide!
I'm twisted up with her... Twisted up with her.... Twisted like a--
NYLONVINYL is a (hopefully) daily blog for clothes and music. Each entry = 1 thing to wear + 1 thing to hear. All content is crossposted to livejournal.