Tremaine @Mainebot@linernotes.club

#Introductions

Hello, you may remember me from such instances as Octodon.social, mastodon.social, and that's probably it.

I like a lot of music, and I'm afraid it doesn't really track per-genre too well. I like stoner rock, but not all of it. I like psych, but only some. I like pop, but uh kind of choosy about it. Classic rock, metal, ambient, etc, etc. A lot.

If I was a pile of disused CDs in your glove compartment, I'd be

The Sword - Warp Riders
Boom-bip & Doseone - Circle
Brian Eno - Music for Airports
Robyn - Body Talk
The Devin Townsend Project - Ocean Machine
a mix CD of psytrance
something with 'BULLSHIT' written in sharpie on it

I write, and I listen to music while I write. I play the guitar (self-taught and poorly) and drift always towards fingerpicked pretty things and drop-D riffing with delay, reverb, and distortion.

Uhhhh I'm an Aquarius, enjoy craft beer and red meat, and I probably drink too much coffee.

But I did buy real music. Finally, I got this: nine discs and comes with a book of history and background on the music. This is actually an important album, full of important music. Sorry, Evolver. Fuck you, Weezer.

Second: 1994! A " compact disc" of electrical musicianship.

First, I caved in. I'm weak. I'm not sure I even like Weezer! I bought this because it's SO GOOD it's sealed at a second (or third) hand store. Such value! Much wow.

This is absolutely an important album for these reasons.

Ok laundry day, I dont feel very good but I did some thrifty buying anyways.

Today was three things (or was it??)

SEALED COPY

WEEZER - MAKE BELIEVE

...do I even want this? Help!

We've become the outer order
Live our lives along the border
Get up in ease and face our other
To name the sign you've been born under

I was bitten by a man
Trespassing in a psychic state
What well-healed boy
What simple man
Left such a long and living wake

I will not sing a hateful song
Though it's in me to sing
I know to drink the blood is wrong
And undue error brings

Born to proud, self-conscious people
Living free of consequence
Speak strange words louder than a witness
And damn the dead in self-defense

But I was also born and raised
To always speak and listen clear
To know the last sound that I make
Could be the last sound that I hear

Pump the brakes,
You're a red-flag, red light
Holdin' up a stop sign
I'll never be sloppy seconds
Go ahead, take them back,
Your one, two, three minutes
All you do is take, take,
Takin' off the little
Got more goin' on
I'd rather be eating glass,
Stick hot needles in my eyes,
Go ahead and tap that ass
Draw them up,
Yeah like there's candy girl
I ain't tryin'a connect
Or paint a picture
I'm not in it, never will be
You can't be me, get your freak on,
You can suck it, they've all seen it
And you liked it, now who wants it?
Cotton candy sugar high
Break your bones
When you come down
You're a one trick,
My trick pony who's next to hop on
Ride, ride, ride
'Bout to bring a blood spill
We've both been there,
What's the next stop? I won't sit still
Back to bring up what's real
We've both been there
What's the next stop? I won't sit still
Pump the brakes,
You're a red-flag, red light
Holdin' up a stop sign
I'll never be sloppy seconds
Go ahead, take them back,
Your one, two, three minutes
All you do is take, take,
Takin' off the little
Got more goin' on
I'd rather be eating glass,
Stick hot needles in my eyes,
Go ahead and tap that ass
Draw them up,
Yeah like there's candy girl
I ain't tryin'a connect
Or paint a picture
I'm not in it, never will be
You can't be me, get your freak on,
You can suck it, they've all seen it
And you liked it, now who wants it?
Cotton candy sugar high
Break your bones
When you come down
You're a one trick,
My trick pony who's next to hop on
Ride, ride, ride
'Bout to bring a blood spill
We've both been there,
What's the next stop? I won't sit still
Back to bring up what's real
We've both been there
What's the next stop? I won't sit still

I was raging, it was late
In the world my demons cultivate
I felt the strangest emotion but it wasn't hate, for once
Yes I'm changing, yes I'm gone
Yes I'm older, yes I'm moving on
And if you don't think it's a crime you can come along, with me
Life is moving, can't you see
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
But baby, now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
There is another future waiting there for you
I saw it different, I must admit
I caught a glimpse, I'm going after it
They say people never change, but that's bullshit, they do
Yes I'm changing, can't stop it now
And even if I wanted I wouldn't know how
Another version of myself I think I found, at last
And I can't always hide away
Curse indulgence and despise the fame
There's a world out there and it's calling my name
And it's calling yours, girl it's calling yours too
It's calling yours too, it's calling yours too, it's calling yours too
It's calling out for you

Arise and walk, come through
A world beyond that door is calling out for you
Arise and walk, come through
It's calling out for you
Arise and walk, come through
A world beyond that door is calling out for you

When I was done dying, my conscience regained
So I began my struggle, a nothingness strained
Out a flash made of time, my new form blasted out
And it startled me so and I burst out a shout
At which my legs ran frantic like birds from a nest
And I ran until drained, leaving no choice but rest
So I fell asleep softly at the edge of a cave
But I should have gone in deeper but I'm not so brave
And like that I was torn out and thrown in the sky
And I said all my prayers because surely I'll die
As I crashed down and smashed into earth, into dirt
How my skin did explode, leaving only my shirt
But from shirt grew a tree and then tree grew a fruit
And I became the seed and that seed was a brute
And I clawed through the ground with my roots and my leaves
And I tore up the shirt and I ate up the sleeves
And they laughed out at me and said "what is your plan?"
But their question was foreign, I could not understand
When then suddenly I'm ripped up and placed into a mouth
And it swallowed me down at which time I head south

I said hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya

Well I woke up to see them, these two mighty steeds
With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs
As they stood there above me, being flanked on each side
I felt no need to fear them, no reason to hide
So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon
Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon
How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night
And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight
And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky
But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back "Bye-bye"
So I got up and walked down the path in the dark
And there deep in the distance my eye caught a spark
Of a crab twice my size with incredible strength
Oh, it greeted me kindly and then we all drank
And we drooled out together right onto the ground
And the ocean grew up quickly right up all around
And the earth looked at me and said "Wasn't that fun?"
And I replied "I'm sorry if I hurt anyone"
And without even thinking cast me into space
But before she did that she wiped off my own face
She said better luck next time don't worry so much
Without ears I couldn't hear I could just feel the touch
As I feel asleep softly at the edge of a cave
But I should have gone deeper but I'm not so brave

I said hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya hey ya ya

The hour is thin
Trafalgar Square is calm
birds and cold black dark
the final famine of a wicked sun
and the web that died yesterday
I was a hard-copy version
I turned my eyes directly to hate
then, the hammer of toil
tired with what the world has yet brought forth
with the women waving at war
and the news that war is faith
filled with tremendous cheering
leaping and night-rings
ding dang and gongs
who did not feel any purpose?

The phoenix broods, serene, above the moment
you are fighting for, I wonder what destiny
we waste-away our hours and darken
beneath the velvet of a strong optimism
Britain's most fateful hour is spun
copy this point on a gong
choirs, like bells, like a national truce
and the new sun, where the air is something new
men dream of a swell so high
endeavour to get through the lies and the bees
to find something that historians can rake out of the drums
and all that colour and savagery
boom, the dark
and the web that died yesterday
The phoenix broods, serene, above the tower of time
not enough boats
he admitted without shame
that he had entered into the dreams of the named addressee
in the velvet of war
well, lad, you've taken my heart away
I shall miss the grin of the cold, black sea
before ever there was writing, they were taking up stones to hurl at last stroke
but nobody looked back
there were soldiers, there was a cradle

The universe is required
please notify the sun

And finally.

It's been a good day!

Trooper (for some reason!)

You know what this is.

Journey! Escape! It has that one song! Aw yiss!

I got some real gold today, and here's the first bit of treasure!

Cheech & Chong have some great dust jackets, and this will live with my other album. I will experience a laugh!

Behold: the RCMP demonstrate they can kick the shit out of a tune as well as they can an unarmed and mentally ill person trying to take a flight. Stay classy!

Warning: objectionable material that I really don't think I need. Maybe it's good? I don't know.

Boy oh boy Kenny, it really is Christmas!
Unsure if I have this collection or not. Better safe than sorry!

It is laundry day! It is picking day! It is a hot day! Many mixed feelings!

Let's check the divines for our fortune: