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Monday 18 March 2013
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©1997 Mindhue Studio
Sparks will fly at the touch of striking steel and stone
A flinty stare can scrape the skin and cut you to the bone
Flow the course of our communion, flow it ruby red
For the art is in the bloodline, the heart is in the head
A hasty hurried contact can make your pain your pay
But in the eyes I’ve intercepted makes a sin out of delay
Chorus
Run the river of desire
Run the razor’s edge
Run the teardrop down the skin
Run the whispered pledge
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2013-03-18 ::
Edward Semblance
Monday 18 March 2013
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©1995 Mindhue Studio
The heated fires that drove me here
Blasting an in-line six
Now cooled into a curve that curls
Her hair, her hand, her wrist
The glowing coals that bake and bend the snow-white dough
The coal-black steel my heart expands and tempers here
Passion with warmth, sacrifice with compromise
These are love’s embers, banked and red upon your eyes
Talk behind and heat between
Silent now and waiting time
The scent of her, the touch of cloth
I hold her close and wish her mine
Sweet lake town shores are where I’d stay
I close my eyes and want her more
But darkness falls, and I’ll see tonight
Old Tulsa’s lights on I-44
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2013-03-18 ::
Edward Semblance
Monday 18 March 2013
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©1994 Mindhue Studio
Thumb down the window, last cigarette gone
Turn up the Clarion and wait for the dawn
Parked up on Mt. Bonnell in my 735
The numbness is wearing off, I think Iím alive
But the feeling is diff’rent
Things lookin’ strange
I thought I was over this
I think I’m in pain…
The papers were signed today, she got her laugh
The leather seats I’m sitting on are what’s left of my half
I sold all the equities, the house mortgage too
I got a thousand C-notes in the back, I think that should do.
But Hawkins is on the disk, talking that line,
Old Lightin’ is flickerin’, you gotta do your time.
Hooker follows with a bulletin, give me the news
At the bottom of the Stoli I finally found a clue
And Blind Lemon Jefferson advised me what to do:
“You may have got the Beemer, son, but you still got the blues.”
Take it to the Interstate
And right ’round the bend
I’d gladly drive a Cavalier
If this pain would end
I never thought I’d realize what the blues was about
Or sit here cryin’ ’bout my baby walkin’ out
But this indigo driving machine is my ultimate friend
If it takes me far enough something’s gotta mend
I didn’t know what I had
‘Til it was something to lose
But now I know just what I got:
The blue-Beemer blues…
The blue-Beemer blues…
repeat to fade
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2013-03-18 ::
Edward Semblance
Thursday 14 March 2013
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Squibs
It’s not just jet lag that gets you otherside. It’s eclipsetime that always messes you up. Ninety minutes of darkness with a black hole cutting through the stars, ringed with a faint dusty annulus. Min-morning if you’re in Atherton, mid-afternoon if you’re in Srendix. And in Feisul-Malabi, it’s right at noon.
Outside doesn’t have siesta. Neither does the rim. Garnicht has false-dawn, five minutes of sunlight peeking between Centrix and the horizon before disappearing again. It’s only where Centrix pulls away from the horizon enough for an eclipse to have meaning does siesta happen. It keeps things weird, it breaks things up. Atherton has early tea, siesta, then begins its day. Srendix considers it a good time to read a book, or the Bible, if you’re so inclined, before going out for a constitutional. Feisul-Malabi shuts down completely for midday dinner by candlelight.
But, then one can’t forget the nighttime effects of Centrix. A giant, hanging lantern of roiling clouds, suspended everywhere you go. In Feisul it’s somewhat unnerving. Although it makes things easier for lighting and for visibility, it takes days before one can get a good night’s sleep. A constant, continuous dusk, except the light is from overhead. Make you happy to return outside, to where Centrix can be inferred and not seen.
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2013-03-14 ::
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Tuesday 12 March 2013
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The winter had been difficult. A late January noreaster had run through the plantation and toppled several of the older units, spilling oil and sapoline across the sands and throwing productions schedules all out of whack. Quota was at 77%. Noise from the mainland filtered down through the hierarchy, and the static was filling up Joyner’s inbox. Acts of Nature were not something Corporate considered acceptable.
But the inbox screeds would have to wait; early March was introduction, and with six unit spaces to fill as well as the fourteen already planned, the hands were too busy for anything else. The threelings were already spoken for, either planned or for stock trades with other plantations. So Hassler and Xiling were in the twolings’ pen, taking a census of the strongest and most broody.
Sometimes a mature twoling could take to introduction, settling down and setting a nice taproot in its prepared berm, but you always rang the risk of Mazouri’s Syndrome. An improperly introduced turbie could take the whim in its meristem to shuffle off, to abscond, to set up shop elsewhere. None ever made it past the perimeter fence, but a twoling turbie is surprisingly strong, and somewhat ornery about its desires. The last thing you needed was for a mazouri to sink a taproot next to an established unit, fighting its elder for wind and sun and water, and ruining both units.
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2013-03-12 ::
Edward Semblance
Saturday 23 February 2013
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Hong Kong Restaurant
©2003 Mindhue Studio
Wake me in the morning baby
Wake me in the night
If you’re feeling hungry baby
I’ll make you feel all right
If you’re feeling sour baby
I’ll make it nice and sweet
Stir it up with your fluffy rice
And make you feel the heat
Ever since I saw you baby
You’re the spice for me
I’ll take you straight with soy sauce baby
No need for MSG
A little ginger in your chicken baby
A little pepper in your beef
Let me in your kitchen baby
Open sesame
I lost my heart to a black-haired woman
From old Shanghai town
Now you gotta tell me baby
I’m the best iron chef around
Let me use your chopsticks baby
My fingers know what to do
And give me some of that sweet sweet sauce
To dip my eggroll in to.
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2013-02-23 ::
Edward Semblance
Saturday 23 February 2013
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Lo-Fi Feeling
©2003 Mindhue Studio
Got that lo-fi feeling
Got it deep within
Tear it to the basics
Bare it down to skin
Feel it in the rhythm
Feel it in the bone
Hear it in the laughter
Hear it in the moan
Got that lo-fi feeling
Got that lo-fi sound
Listen to the singer
Drummer starts to pound
Fingers picking the chords out
Fingers bass the beat
Use that lo-fi feeling
To help you move your feet
Got that lo-fi feelng
Got it through your soul
Close your eyes around it
Let it take control
Extrasolar passion
Stars that fill your mind
Take that lo-fi feeling
And discover what you find
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2013-02-23 ::
Edward Semblance
Saturday 23 February 2013
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Nothing to See
©2003 Mindhue Studio
Hey, there’s nothing to see
No alien factory
No grand conspiracy
No hidden mystery
Black helicopter on my lawn
If you blink and it’ll be gone
Now just move right along
You clueless little pawn
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Calling on my satellite
Serving a new world order
Golden ET pizza pie
Flown in from the border
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UN baby blue
Means nothing much to you
I used to think so, too
Now I’m ready for the coup
That pearly laser glow
Couldn’t be a UFO
It’s Venus, don’t you know
Now bend over for the probe
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So go about your normal day
Please don’t mind the intrusion
We abducted you purely by mistake
Sorry for the confusion
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Hey, there’s nothing to see
No alien factory
No grand conspiracy
No hidden mystery
No, there’s nothing to see
No grainy alien autopsy
No tasty Earthling recipe
No giant robot army
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2013-02-23 ::
Edward Semblance
Saturday 23 February 2013
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Separate Lives
©2003 Mindhue Studio
You can do whatever you want
Cause you’ll just do it anyway
You can say whatever you want
It doesn’t matter what I say
You can speak a foreign tongue
I’ll just hear what I may
You can write it down for me
And I’ll just throw the note away
Come with me you will see
This life is the perfect stage
You live there and I’ll live here
And both of us will write the play
Up is left and down is good
And right is white and bad is gray
Douse the fire and melt the ice
And let the water flow away
Jump around and have some fun
Sing and shout and dance and play
When it’s done we’ll lay back down
And dream to see another day
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2013-02-23 ::
Edward Semblance
Saturday 23 February 2013
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Take It Up
©2003 Mindhue Studio
Take it up
And throw it down
Take it up
And toss it away
Take it up
And spit it out
Take it up
And let it slip
Take it up
And hold it tight
Take it up
And ride it out
Take it up
And deal again
Take it up
And pay the price
Take it up
And eat it there
Take it up
And light the fire
Take it up
And hold it higher
Take it up
And don’t let go
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2013-02-23 ::
Edward Semblance