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Blue Motel Room   (23.10.12)

It's funny how these old feelings hang around
You think they're gone; no, no, they just go underground

From Hejira, "Blue Motel Room" is one of Joni Mitchell's most laid-back songs.

Blue Motel Room by Joni Mitchell on Grooveshark

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Radiohead at Manchester Arena, October 6th 2012   (7.10.12)

Well, I'd been waiting to hear Radiohead for approaching fifteen years... and yesterday it finally happened! They played a range of songs from almost all their albums (setlist here) and were supported by the brilliant Caribou (setlist here). Here's a few photos of the amazing AV... and a video of Pyramid Song.

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Radiohead Manchester

Radiohead Manchester

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Coyote   (1.10.12)

The opening track from Joni Mitchell's Hejira (1976). She wrote this album on, and about, a solo road trip she took across the States -- hence her reference to being "the prisoner of the fine white lines on the free freeway".

Coyote by Joni Mitchell on Grooveshark

No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studio
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel...
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver, no, no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes - just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play

No regrets, Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway

Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way

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