Isn't he though

In reply to this comment by vinovin:
Cal, this is a wonderful song, I am quite familiar with it. Sam Beam is a brilliant song writer.

In reply to this comment by calvados:
If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

Cal, this is a wonderful song, I am quite familiar with it. Sam Beam is a brilliant song writer.

In reply to this comment by calvados:
If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

If you go to the man's site, there's a jukebox with several songs that will loop for you: http://www.ironandwine.com/

One of them is called "16 Maybe Less" and, vin, I'm going to threadjack for a minute here. There's no good video of that song but like I say you can go listen to it and I'ma post its lyrics right here. It made drunken Calvados sappy one night.

http://lyricwiki.org/Iron_%26_Wine:16,_Maybe_Less

Beyond the ridge to the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas singing round the pond
"I've spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"

One grinning wink like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable, yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond, you put your hand in mine
Said, "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you too"

And though an autumn time lullaby
Sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I travelled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve
Waiting

If you've never done it, get one of those cheap neon sticks from Newegg and stick it on your case somewhere.

It's kind of fun.

>> ^dag:
This is a current ad? Is 80s fashion on the rise again?


Well I did see a bunch of kids all wearing neon last week.

dude, no.

>> ^JAPR:
I want to see this now.


Me too. Death by carrot, cutting the unbilical cord with a gun shot, and some nice one liners (including via neon signs). Awesome.

It sort of reminds me of the X-Men movie, how Rush insists on having his official logo on his shirt, microphone, chair, neon sign on the wall...

"[McCain] puts himself first in blinking neon lights."

McCain wants to be the first to blink neon lights? I dungeddit.

Great post. It's a shame that few people will ever see or hear about this information.

John McCain puts himself first in neon, blinking lights.

"Last night at approximately 7:30pm I was arrested as part of a mass arrest at 15th & Court and charged with disrupting a permitted assembly and blocking public streets. A third charge - throwing rocks and missiles - was listed on my pre-printed ticket, but then crossed out.

At the time I was not protesting. I was acting as an observer for the People's Law Project, and was dressed in a button shirt and a neon-green baseball cap stating that I was acting as a representative of the National Lawyers Guild. I followed the protestors out of Civic Center Park, but remained on the sidewalk until pushed by riot police into the street. At no time during the abortive march did any legal observer, or any marcher that I have spoken to, observe any destruction of property, any thrown objects, or ANY ORDER TO DISPERSE BY THE POLICE.

At some point during my visit to Gitmo on the Platte, the compact flash card I had been carrying that contained photographic documentation of the protest disappeared. This included pictures of the badges of some of the officers involved, images of a marcher OBEYING police orders being shot with pepper spray point-blank in the eyes while trying to retreat (when I was hauled away he was sitting with a street medic, and I could hear him sobbing again and again, "I can't see..."), and photographs of a second protestor who was shot three times by what appeared to be three separate officers with bean-bag guns while KNEELING, motionless, 15 FEET AWAY, hands outstretched as if in prayer, and wearing nothing but a pair of POCKETLESS shorts."

-Nathan Acks' experience. Read full story here.

^not sure if that particular neon sign was visible in "Club Rectum"

http://www.videosift.com/video/Irreversible-Explicit-Murder-VERY-NSFW
http://www.videosift.com/video/Irrversible-Making-of-Special-effects

Could everybody please find his original video and vote for neon pink? Thanks.

My pleasure.

In reply to this comment by yoghurt:
Thanks for the promote! Kraftwerk uber alles!

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
*promote

Thanks for the promote! Kraftwerk uber alles!

In reply to this comment by kronosposeidon:
*promote

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun-he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.

Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.