Please enjoy hell yes!
Jan. 28th, 2005 10:11 amHurrah for Beck's new song, 'Hell Yes', a return to his robo-funkin' roots! (I particularly like the Japanese female voice that says 'Please enjoy!' in the chorus.) And hurrah for Mumbleboy's Flash video for it, which looks nice and cheap and inventive, like Beck used to be!

Here's the video:
Hell Yes (Real Player)
Hell Yes (Windows Media Player)
You can still watch Mumbleboy's video for my 2001 song 'Tape Recorder Man' on his site:
Tape Recorder Man (Flash animation)
Actually, if there are any Flash geniuses out there who want to make an animation for a track off my new album for their showreel, speak now!

Here's the video:
Hell Yes (Real Player)
Hell Yes (Windows Media Player)
You can still watch Mumbleboy's video for my 2001 song 'Tape Recorder Man' on his site:
Tape Recorder Man (Flash animation)
Actually, if there are any Flash geniuses out there who want to make an animation for a track off my new album for their showreel, speak now!
Poem for Momus
Date: 2005-01-28 07:03 pm (UTC)Technical magical procedure from around the world:
Turn things around and inside-out.
Hold your penis while swearing a promise,
You can't be damaged by such magic.
It is bad to meet a wedding procession
But good to dream a funeral.
What is bad is good.
"We didn't... I mean... I don't
Suppose anyone knew that, did they?"
In Iran they pour perfume over the left hand,
Recite a short prayer, and ask a little fee.
Never light a candle in the day.
Awaking/dreaming
That which sees the sleeper,
"The dreaming soul is absent from the body",
Yeah, right
Yeah
And if you dream a dead relative...
If you dream a dead relative...
Go by the stars,
The first ploughing begins in October,
Go by the stars
And hide your bread beneath the harness.
"In the name of God, and we trust in God,
We will take refuge with God, against Satan, the rebel."
Be sure to eat with others present
After a May/June slaughter of the sheep.
Vegetable gardens must not be entered by women.
To cause rain:
Frighten animals into urinating and
Dunk holy men into the sea.
Make a woman weep.
Sacrifice popsicles to hot water demons.
Incant: "Make yourself naked, O fog,
Or else I will make myself naked."
The village people love this;
They love to hear about how
They will receive blessings for their virtue.
God's determination of things works
In a currency beyond the modernist;
Such is the fate of the careless thinkers
Who guide their lives by a guess.
How to place magical bundles here and there,
When you only have one?
Mystics who stumble around crying
Confessions of faith
- "they are like dead men who can move".
Cultivate elaborate chanting, beat small drums,
Dance to the strength test:
The rolling in thorns and the taking of weights.
Mysticism versus Rationalism.
If you miss a prayer,
You don't have to repeat it later.
Love and beauty.
The Same-forever.
The Teacher,
The pupil,
The line by line echo.
Re: Poem for Momus
Date: 2005-01-28 10:14 pm (UTC)Re: Poem for Momus
Date: 2005-01-29 01:08 pm (UTC)