Note: I am in active correspondance with
Warner Chappell Music (the rights holders) over permission to use these lyrics. Please spare them from the
Copyright Axe Squad for now. Thank you.
Update: Warner Chappell has not given me explicit permission in a replicable form. However, they did look at the site while I was asking them and did not request a removal. I just think they have no mechanism for actually granting this type of permission.
Eight Ball
by Underworld / on The Beach soundtrack
~ an experiment in poetic form ~
more explanations follow
today
today
i saw a man
today
i saw a man
using an empty
whisky flask
as a walkie talkie
today
today
i saw a man
today
with a flaming eight ball
tattooed on his arm
today
today
today
i saw a man
today
i saw a man
using an empty
whiskey flask as a walkie talkie
today
i met a man
who threw his arms around me
and I've given
and I've given
today
today
today
today
today
today
we laughed
we laughed
waiting for a train
for a few
into the city
seconds
today
that white stuff
that white stuff
waiting for the train
that stuff
into the city
that's what makes me feel
today
feel
feel
today
feel
happy
.
.
.
You made it this far. I'm flattered. In any case, if you didn't know, the actual text above is the lyrics to the Underworld song Eight Ball. It can be heard on the soundtrack to The Beach (and, as far as I can tell, is the only redeeming thing about the entire film). Figures that it plays during the credit roll. In any case, while I wanted these lyrics up here, I firmly believe in avoiding unadulturated lyrics nodes, and have d/v-ed and killed a few in my time. So, while hardlinking almost half-heartedly, I realized that it just might be possible to embed something vaguely poetic inside the lyrics, using the...well, you can figure that part out for yourself.
A personal recommendation: Underworld produces some of the most amazing working/coding music on the planet. It's trance, but somehow it gives you energy instead of sapping it. It's techno, but somehow you can sit still and meditate while listening to it. It's electronica, but is organic enough to tweak all manner of reflexes in your instinctive DNA. It's dance music, but best danced to alone in a crowded space with visions of synesthesia dancing in your brain.
I wish, wish WISH I could experience synesthesia while at an Underworld concert. Just my unaltered senses alone are overloaded enough to knock me on my portly ass.