■ Oh Mandy / The Spinto Band (Favorite Lyric)

I've got a gnome in the backyard
I put him right on the X mark
The spot to show me where the money is
Hey won't you show me where the money is
I got it all on the back of my hand
I wrote your answer so I won't forget
Show me right where your hearts is
Don't gotta tell me where your hearts is

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy's
A Killing. Oh Mandy

Sure I had trouble from the onset:
I tried to chase things I couldn't get
Show me a rerun on the Dubble-"U",
Show me a rerun on the WB
So what's it like to be in it?
And move away to the Mid?
I got a message to your auntie,
I got a message to your auntie

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy's
A Killing. Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Can read me and has me
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy’'s
Completely out of reach

And now I know I’m at the end of my wits,
Don't gotta tell me where this is going
'Cause I know nothing ever falls apart
Yeah, I know nothing ever falls apart
Remind me once more where this is going
Before I fling it out into the ocean
It’s kinda level but it's wavy,
It's looking more blue than it is green
It’s looking quiet nice to jump in,
So I can finally hear you scream:

"You've got a gnome in the backyard,
You put him right on the X mark,
You’re eating brains out the back of my head,
Oh yeah, that's where the money is"

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy's
A Killing. Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Can read me and has me
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy's
Completely out of reach





Oh Mandy (Nice and Nicely Done) by The Spinto Band

■ ALL THIS AND SNOOPY, TOO / Charles M. Schulz (Favorite Quote)

"LOOK, CHARLIE BROWN.. YOU HAVE FEARS AND YOU HAVE FRUSTRATION... AM I RIGHT?"

"OF COURSE, I'M RIGHT! SO WHAT YOU NEED IS A BLANKET LIKE THIS TO SOAK UP THOSE FEARS AND FRUSTRATIONS!"

"I DON'T KNOW..."

"I THINK MOST OF LIFE'S PROBLEMS ARE TOO COMPLICATED TO BE SOLVED WITH A SPIRITUAL BLOTTER!"



ALL THIS AND SNOOPY, TOO by Charles M. Schulz

■ Hotel Broslin / Directorsound (Favorite Sound)

Hotel Broslin (Redemptive Strikes) by Directorsound

■ Kafka on the Shore / Haruki Murakami (Favorite Quote)

Nakata let his body relax. switched off his mind, letting things flow through him. This was natural for him, something he'd done ever since he was a child, without a second thought. Before long the borders of his consciousness fluttered around, just like the butterflies. Beyond these borders lay a dark abyss. Occasionally his consciousness would fly over the border and hover over that dizzying, black crevasse. But Nakata wasn't afraid of the darkness or how deep it was. And why should he be? That bottomless world of darkness, that weighty silence and chaos, was an old friend, a part of him already. Nakata understood this well. In that world there was no writing, no days of the week, no scary Gavernor, no opera, no BMWs. No scissors, no tall hats. On the other hand, neither were there delicious eel, no tasty bean-jam buns. Everything is there, but there are no parts. Since there are no parts, there's no need to replace one thing with another. No need to remove anything, or add anything. You don't have think about difficult things, just let yourself soak it all in. For Nakata, nothing could be better.



Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

■ The Science of Sleep (Favoritie Quotes)

Stephane: It's not fair. She changed exactly the second I started to like her. It's like a big bang. You know, the first instant, it's very small and then the next nano instant, huge infinite. I wish I could travel back to the time when I didn't find her attractive.

Guy: You should have ask me about that. I'm a professional. She has a really good ass.
Stephane: Shut up, Guy! I thought she was lonely and, and somehow I could help her but... She doesn't need me at all.
Guy: You know, I don't know Stephanie and all, but maybe she has a pattern. She... she doesn't wanna get hurt and by that she's hurting people. And by hurting people she thinks she's not gonna get hurt, ... but she gets hurt.
Stephane: I don't know. I love her because she... she makes things. You know she makes things with her hands. It's as if her synapses was married directly to her fingers, Like this. In this way.
Guy: Yeah, yeah.
Stephane: Man, I wish I could talk to my dad. I miss my father. I, I cannot talk with my mom when I'm sad.

The Science of Sleep

■ The Wind-up Bird Chronicle / Haruki Murakami (Favorite Quote)

"It can be hard to wait for the flow to start," he said, "but when you heve to wait, you have to wait. In the meantime, assume you're dead."
"You mean I should stay dead for now?" I asked.
"How's that?"
"YOU MEAN I SHOULD STAY DEAD FOR NOW?"
"That's it, son. 'Dying is the only way / For you to float free / Nomonhan.'"



The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

■ Say Yes / Elliott Smith (Favorite Lyric)

I'm in Love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's a still around the morning after
We broke up a month ago and I grew up I didn't know
I'd be around the morning after
It's be always been wait and see
A happy day and then you pay
And feel like shit the morning after
But now I feel change around and instead of falling down
I'm standing up the morning after
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
And I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after
Crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No-one says until it shows and you see how it is
They want you or they don't
Say yes
I'm in Love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's a still around the morning after



Say Yes (Either/Or) by Elliott Smith

■ Fourth of July / Adrian Tomine (Favorite Quote)

I stayed up for a long time listening to the explosions,
one after the other, sometimes several at once.
I listened as they grew less frequent and further away.
I sat there, awake, until everything was quiet.



Fourth of July (SleepWalk) by Adrian Tomine

■ Sleepwalking / Radical Face (Favorite Lyric)

I fell asleep in the chair by the fireplace.
And I woke up in the kitchen sink,
with an umbrella, full of holes, overtop my head.

I feel asleep on the table with your picture in hand.
And I woke up in the cupboard,
with some scraper on my arms and an mouthful of hell.

The chains are rattling in the attic again.
And the birds are building nests in the window sill.
Dust has settled over everything.
And the ceiling fan still cuts a lazy circle.
I got a picture on the mantle piece of the way that I thought that we'd end up.
But this shares no resemblance to that.
Yeah, this shares no resemblance to that at all.

I tore the dreams from my head and tossed them in the flames.
And the smoke smelled like my past.
And it stung my eyes, but I was too stubborn to blink.
And I slept inside the piano 'till the rain was gone.
And I woke up when I saw the sun, and wiped the sleep from my eyes.
Yeah, I knew my time had come.

We all still a part of everything that we were.
And we'll all float along with everything.
And in turn, we'll all fall apart with everything.
But we'll learn, just what things are like outside our heads,

And I hear them singing.
And I hear my name.
And I feel you scrub my skin.
And I was happy to fade.



Sleepwalking (Ghost) by Radical Face

■ Kafka on the Shore / Haruki Murakami (Favorite Quote)

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing you eyes and plugging up your eyes so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverised bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.



Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami