I'm in love with your smile, it means your happiness is doubly worthwhile
And I don't mean to be judgemental, I just think it's preferential that you show me some more dental, it's essential
Because I've been staying up all night, thinking about your perfect pearly white so forget about the whites of your eyes
And your gentle lips, the shaking of your hips or the lines of your thighs
Just tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth (x2)
It was your molars that bowled me over, your incisors excite me I want to get inside
The cavern of your mouth, touch your tender gum tentatively with the tip of my tongue
You have thirty-two teeth, each one beyond belief, just as sweet as the last, make your beauty complete
So, if your inclined, place your lips on mine, our canines can dance in time
Just tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth (x2)
Your enamel...I'm enamoured
And your armour...is Arm and Hammer
Don't turn your back...don't turn your back on me
And don't turn your back...don't turn your back on plaque
Just tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth
Tell me all about every tooth in your mouth (x2)
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Capo 4th fret, yo, capo 4th fret.
Verse - C, E, Am, F
Chorus - C, E, F, G > C > G
Mid 8 - Am, C, F, C > chord that I don't know the name of
I think I need to tweak that plaque line. Also not sure if this is better suited to SmoothGay or The Red Diamond Dragon Club. Or whether that really matters too much.
Monday 30 May 2011
Thursday 19 May 2011
Pop Song Guitar Tab - draft 1
Pop Song
This is quite an easy song to play along to. If you listen to it whilst playing you should be able to pick up the strumming pattern. Enjoy!
Tuning: E A D G B E
Oh baby when I see you, you take me higher!
C Am Em G
Every look I take sets my heart on fire!
C Am Em G
You are the only one that I desire!
C Am Em G
Tonight we dance, tonight we love, tonight!
C Am Em G
But yet, I can’t help worrying that this is Dionysus talking
D7sus4 Bbaug F Aaug
and sweeping me up with rutting stags and clucking hens,
Cm Bdm7 G#7sus4 G#maj7 B6
This whole place stinks, usually the beer and sweat smell
D7sus4 Bbaug F Aaug
remind of good times, not the Roman Empire throwing up,
Cm Bdm7 G#7sus4 G#maj7 B6
andshouldIaskforthenameagainnoshutupkeepeyesonfacenotbreasts
D7sus4
This. Is. Me. Trying. To. Act. Normal.
C A B B A G E
Successful compliment. Sincere invitation. Best intentions. Meaningful interactions.
B# Fbmin B# Fbmin
You and me, baby, tonight!
D G D
NB - I wrote this originally to present at a seminar as part of my Marxism and Creative Writing module. Unfortunately I was ill that day so I didn't get to get any feedback on it. One of the people in the group made a recording of their interpretation of it, then emailed it to a guy called Ben instead of me. I am intrigued as to how he played B# and Fbmin.
I also wrote it whilst I was on a train, so couldn't really check to see if the chords sounded any good together. The first chord sequence is pretty generic but after that I imagine it gets messy.
I also wrote it whilst I was on a train, so couldn't really check to see if the chords sounded any good together. The first chord sequence is pretty generic but after that I imagine it gets messy.
Tuesday 17 May 2011
Saved By A "War"
"Only a crisis - actual or perceived - produces real change."
- Milton Friedman
"The kind of crisis Friedman had in mind was not military but economic. What he understood was that in normal circumstances, economic decision are made based on the push and pull of competing interests - workers want jobs and raises, owners want low taxes and relaxed regulation, and politicians have to strike a balance between these competing forces. However, if an economic crisis hits and is severe enough - a currency meltdown, a market crash, a major recession - it blows everything else out of the water, and leaders are liberated to do whatever is necessary (or said to be necessary) in the name of responding to a national emergency. Crises are, in a way, democracy-free zones - gaps in politics as usual when the need for consent and consensus do not seem to apply."
- Naomi Klein, The Shock Doctrine.
I've finally gotten round to reading The Shock Doctrine. It is an intensely frightening book, but also an intensely illuminating one. Reading it is akin to looking under your bed and discovering a nest of spiders, and as soon as you notice your first spider you quickly spot another one. Then another one. Then another one. It has been well-documented how comprehensively the political processes that Klein describes are at work in our society today, and I would urge anyone who hasn't had a look at it to give it a go.
- Milton Friedman
"The kind of crisis Friedman had in mind was not military but economic. What he understood was that in normal circumstances, economic decision are made based on the push and pull of competing interests - workers want jobs and raises, owners want low taxes and relaxed regulation, and politicians have to strike a balance between these competing forces. However, if an economic crisis hits and is severe enough - a currency meltdown, a market crash, a major recession - it blows everything else out of the water, and leaders are liberated to do whatever is necessary (or said to be necessary) in the name of responding to a national emergency. Crises are, in a way, democracy-free zones - gaps in politics as usual when the need for consent and consensus do not seem to apply."
- Naomi Klein, The Shock Doctrine.
I've finally gotten round to reading The Shock Doctrine. It is an intensely frightening book, but also an intensely illuminating one. Reading it is akin to looking under your bed and discovering a nest of spiders, and as soon as you notice your first spider you quickly spot another one. Then another one. Then another one. It has been well-documented how comprehensively the political processes that Klein describes are at work in our society today, and I would urge anyone who hasn't had a look at it to give it a go.
Wednesday 11 May 2011
An open letter/cry for help to Brighton
Dear all,
This weekend sees the return of the one event that makes me wish I had a television. True, it would be handy for some sporting events (I'm looking at you, World Cup), but these generally work pretty well down at a pub. Now, I have watched Eurovision in a pub once before, but it's always felt like something that deserves a more homely, intimate and comfortable setting. Plus it's cheaper, you can hear the snide remarks and slightly xenophobic comments made by whoever is being paid by the BBC to get drunk and keep the viewers updated, as well as usually having much more pleasant toilets on hand if you stay in.
The benchmark of Eurovision parties I've been lucky enough to be involved with has to have been the one held at 46 Priory Road, Exeter, during my last year of university there. It was a beautiful occasion. We had gotten ourselves familiar with that year's selection of songs. We had dressed ourselves in suits. We had printed out pictures of various European flags and stuck them up about the living room. We had brought downstairs two of the mattresses from our beds so that everyone could sit/slouch in comfort. We bought a lot of pizzas and beer. We persuaded some Americans to come over who had no idea what they were getting themselves in for. We had one particularly enthusiastic chap who brought along his very own full sized Polish flag. Thankfully Poland did not win. Unfortunately Latvia did not win. An honourable mention went to Spain, especially their idiosyncratic dancers. It was glorious. What a night. I will put pictures onto the internet at some point.
And so here we are, three years on from that wonderful night. Here we are in Brighton. It is here that, once again, I am met with that most atrocious problem; not having a TV but having something very important that I need to watch.
I can't quite understand why the television owners I know that live in Brighton haven't been shouting from the rooftops and rallying the troops for that wonderful night where the whole of the continent and a nice proportion of Eurasia are united in battling each other across the field of music. Perhaps people have been shouting from the rooftops, and only doing it whilst I'm at work. Perhaps I've been getting drunk in my leisure time a little bit too much, and that inexcusable displays of loutish behaviour have put people off inviting me to any such gatherings. Hopefully this is not the case. I watched the semi-final yesterday on my housemate's laptop and it's just not the same.
Someone needs to step up to the plate here. Step up to the plate and have a swing at glory. Someone needs to take that chance, to reach out and grab at it. That person could be the one who gets to say, "hey, remember that gathering I held when that Belgian a capella jazz-pop group won Eurovision?" Imagine being able to say that. Much better than saying, "hey, remember that Sufjan Stevens gig we went to?" I don't have anything against Sufjan, but he's just not Witloof Bay is he?
So, those who own the means of production in this matter, open up your arms and share this joy with those who have not. Do the right thing. Host a Eurovision party. Even if I'm not invited. I will find a way and a venue to watch it eventually. I can. I will. I know I can untie these hands.
PS. I love Belarus.
This weekend sees the return of the one event that makes me wish I had a television. True, it would be handy for some sporting events (I'm looking at you, World Cup), but these generally work pretty well down at a pub. Now, I have watched Eurovision in a pub once before, but it's always felt like something that deserves a more homely, intimate and comfortable setting. Plus it's cheaper, you can hear the snide remarks and slightly xenophobic comments made by whoever is being paid by the BBC to get drunk and keep the viewers updated, as well as usually having much more pleasant toilets on hand if you stay in.
The benchmark of Eurovision parties I've been lucky enough to be involved with has to have been the one held at 46 Priory Road, Exeter, during my last year of university there. It was a beautiful occasion. We had gotten ourselves familiar with that year's selection of songs. We had dressed ourselves in suits. We had printed out pictures of various European flags and stuck them up about the living room. We had brought downstairs two of the mattresses from our beds so that everyone could sit/slouch in comfort. We bought a lot of pizzas and beer. We persuaded some Americans to come over who had no idea what they were getting themselves in for. We had one particularly enthusiastic chap who brought along his very own full sized Polish flag. Thankfully Poland did not win. Unfortunately Latvia did not win. An honourable mention went to Spain, especially their idiosyncratic dancers. It was glorious. What a night. I will put pictures onto the internet at some point.
And so here we are, three years on from that wonderful night. Here we are in Brighton. It is here that, once again, I am met with that most atrocious problem; not having a TV but having something very important that I need to watch.
I can't quite understand why the television owners I know that live in Brighton haven't been shouting from the rooftops and rallying the troops for that wonderful night where the whole of the continent and a nice proportion of Eurasia are united in battling each other across the field of music. Perhaps people have been shouting from the rooftops, and only doing it whilst I'm at work. Perhaps I've been getting drunk in my leisure time a little bit too much, and that inexcusable displays of loutish behaviour have put people off inviting me to any such gatherings. Hopefully this is not the case. I watched the semi-final yesterday on my housemate's laptop and it's just not the same.
Someone needs to step up to the plate here. Step up to the plate and have a swing at glory. Someone needs to take that chance, to reach out and grab at it. That person could be the one who gets to say, "hey, remember that gathering I held when that Belgian a capella jazz-pop group won Eurovision?" Imagine being able to say that. Much better than saying, "hey, remember that Sufjan Stevens gig we went to?" I don't have anything against Sufjan, but he's just not Witloof Bay is he?
So, those who own the means of production in this matter, open up your arms and share this joy with those who have not. Do the right thing. Host a Eurovision party. Even if I'm not invited. I will find a way and a venue to watch it eventually. I can. I will. I know I can untie these hands.
PS. I love Belarus.
Friday 6 May 2011
Film Night
A group of friends decide to have a quiet night in on a Friday for once. They've all spent most of their money this month and so staying in to watch a DVD seems like the most practical and enjoyable way to spend evening whilst they wait for pay day on Tuesday. Whilst they all enjoy going out carousing, talking about girls/boys, eating pizza however, they find it quite difficult to decide upon which DVD to watch.
4 of them would quite like to watch the version of Hard Candy. Two of them have seen it before and love it. The other two have yet to see it but quite like the idea of paedophile entrapment, as the film has been described to them. They're fairly easy going when it comes to films though, these two, and would probably watch anything.
2 of the party would quite like to watch The Shawshank Redemption. One has seen Hard Candy before and hated it. The other has not seen either of these two films, but really doesn't like the sound of paedophile entrapment.
1 of the party is a bit avant-garde and would like to watch Un Chien Andalou. They're just a bit avant-garde and really like the idea of avant-garde eyeball slicing. Failing that though, they'd be quite up for The Shawshank Redemption on account of it being the highest rated film on imdb.com.
1 of the party would like to watch The Wrestler due to its critical acclaim. They really like critically acclaimed films, so they wouldn't mind The Shawshank Redemption either.
1 of the party would really love to watch The Great Escape. Epic tales of defeating incarceration are really their bag. Shawshank would go down pretty well.
They group of friends decided to cast their votes. As you can see, Hard Candy was the winning film, amassing 4 votes. This meant that there were 5 fairly disappointed people who had no interest in watching this film, who would all have been up for The Shawshank Redemption, plus another 2 who would have been happy with it.
If only they had decided on a different way of choosing a film to watch. Then they wouldn't have been exposed to Hard Candy on what would have otherwise been a lovely, quiet night in.
4 of them would quite like to watch the version of Hard Candy. Two of them have seen it before and love it. The other two have yet to see it but quite like the idea of paedophile entrapment, as the film has been described to them. They're fairly easy going when it comes to films though, these two, and would probably watch anything.
2 of the party would quite like to watch The Shawshank Redemption. One has seen Hard Candy before and hated it. The other has not seen either of these two films, but really doesn't like the sound of paedophile entrapment.
1 of the party is a bit avant-garde and would like to watch Un Chien Andalou. They're just a bit avant-garde and really like the idea of avant-garde eyeball slicing. Failing that though, they'd be quite up for The Shawshank Redemption on account of it being the highest rated film on imdb.com.
1 of the party would like to watch The Wrestler due to its critical acclaim. They really like critically acclaimed films, so they wouldn't mind The Shawshank Redemption either.
1 of the party would really love to watch The Great Escape. Epic tales of defeating incarceration are really their bag. Shawshank would go down pretty well.
They group of friends decided to cast their votes. As you can see, Hard Candy was the winning film, amassing 4 votes. This meant that there were 5 fairly disappointed people who had no interest in watching this film, who would all have been up for The Shawshank Redemption, plus another 2 who would have been happy with it.
If only they had decided on a different way of choosing a film to watch. Then they wouldn't have been exposed to Hard Candy on what would have otherwise been a lovely, quiet night in.
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