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My ipod on shuffle just came across Cemetry Gates by The Smiths! Duh! I should have thought of this one before! Keats, Yeats, Wilde? Ahhh, I love this song.

The inverse ratio between Peart's precision drumming and lyrical clumsiness is as mathematically perfect as Pi.
Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar made an album Kerouac's novel Big Sur. It comes out on the 20th but you can listen to it on NPR now.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/st...
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/st...
Dan wrote: "Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar made an album Kerouac's novel Big Sur. It comes out on the 20th but you can listen to it on NPR now.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/st......"
I've been hearing this on Sirius - The Loft. Pretty damn awesome.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/st......"
I've been hearing this on Sirius - The Loft. Pretty damn awesome.

Jimmy wrote: "The Cure's Charlotte Sometimes was inspired by the children's book of the same name: Charlotte Sometimes.
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i did not know that! charlotte sometimes was my favorite cure song. gonna have to go find this book now.
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i did not know that! charlotte sometimes was my favorite cure song. gonna have to go find this book now.
Ljuke wrote: ""Scentless Apprentice" by Nirvana - based on Patrick Suskind's Perfume. Great song & great book."
perfume was also made into a film. which i have yet to see.
perfume was also made into a film. which i have yet to see.
neil wrote: More on the metal-lit connection: The band Mastodon put out the album Leviathan, which is essentially a metal retelling of Moby Dick.
cool! is is good?
cool! is is good?

Yeah, I read it and it's actually a very good book.

perfume was also made into a film. which i have yet to see. "
It's not as good, despite all the acting being excellent.

Whether it's directly alluding to Euripides, I don't know. But, the destruction in the song seems appropo to that in his Bacchae.
I haven't read Perfume, but I hated the film. I found the ending to be completely ridiculous. Maybe it "reads" better than it filmed??

Yeah, I think there was something wrong, tonally? The book ends the same way, but it doesn't seem as ridiculous, because it fits with the world that Suskind created.

Neil wrote: "Turns out the song (a Kate Bush cover) is called Wuthering Heights and is about the first half of the novel from Catherine's ghost's perspective. Pretty funny stuff when filtered through this style of music."
I believe Maureen mentioned the Kate Bush song earlier in this thread! I've heard the Puppini Sisters and they're really fun!
I believe Maureen mentioned the Kate Bush song earlier in this thread! I've heard the Puppini Sisters and they're really fun!
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Firstly their song Cloudy mentions Tolstoy:
Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a rag-a-muffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Cloudy
Cloudy
And I love The Dangling Conversation which is such a sad, sad song, and speaks about reading poetry:
Its a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
And you read your emily dickinson,
And I my robert frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what weve lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
Lost in the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.
Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater really dead?
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
Youre a stranger now unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.