about the time Pulp Fiction blew up and I owned the album, I worked at Quiznos, which had one of those giant 90s rotate 1-3 dozen CD players you’d set to random. If I’d ever wanted to see a tough Detroiter look like he was about to shit himself this got answered when I brought the album in and got the EVERYBODY BE COOL THIS IS A ROBBERY sound clip at about 10 PM with only two employees around
this memory courtesy of “Misirlou.”
OST Alien Resurrection (1997): 06. Docking The Betty https://youtu.be/h61ILNOkJ7Y via @YouTube
apparently it's time to listen to the music from *the* best part of the entire movie (and I really liked this movie, it's the TTRPG movie in the series)
re: coyote sing along hour
I'm not frightened of dying. Any time will do, if you don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've got to go sometime.
(I always imagined the speaker being a hobbit.)
coyote sing along hour
so you run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking
and racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
and shorter of breath
and one day closer to death
every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
the time is gone
the song is over
I thought I'd so much more to say
home
home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones besides the fire
far away, across the fields,
the tolling of the iron bells
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells
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