Wahey!

[tinhuvielartanis]

I discovered that Yahoo has expanded my storage space for barryandrews.net. This means I have plenty of room with which I can provide song samples of Shriekback's, Stic Basin's, and Barry's work. I just wrote Barry to let him know the good news and ask him for song samples and lyrics. Not only am I thrilled with this all this new space, but I'm also quite relieved. I had used almost two thirds of the space I had prior to Yahoo's upgrade and was becoming concerned that I was gonna run out and have to find a different service provider, which would have been a major pain in the arse.

So yeah! ::does the webmistress fangirl dance of ages::

Comments

[jonathonbarton.livejournal.com]

How much space do you have... How much do you need... and is it worth $10/a month? If so, I could hook you up with a pretty nice package. :)

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Tis 2000MB. Pretty groovy, neh?

wow!

[lvx23.livejournal.com]

Nice to see someone's carrying the torch for one of my favorite bands of all time. Do you know, by chance, if there's any way I could get the lyrics to "despite dense weed"? I've tried to pick them out myself but am missing a lot of words. I'm gonna head over to barryandrews.net now.

Cheers!

http://www.lvx23.com/weblog

Re: wow!

[tinhuviel.livejournal.com]

Wahey!

Nice to "meet" you! It's always a pleasure to meet fellow Shriek fans. We're a rare breed, aren't we?

"Despite Dense Weed" is my favourite Shriekback song, so I needled Barry until he relinquished the lyrics to me. Here they are for your enjoyment.

Despite Dense Weed

We had no breakfast , we made no attempt at Chivalry
We hadn’t -yet- explored all of the avenues of ecstasy
We strode into the brambles with a predatory calm
Those days seem awkward- when we think about them now

The fork, the gristle and the pulse, the parts of me I like the most
My shivers when the fire goes out
The principles of hungry mouths
The balance here is delicate and is easily disturbed
All that keeps the dark back is a following of words

Glue on the hand-holds now flakes off the old iron now
Brew up a thick one now-shining a light in now
Shape like a heart’s shape now, shapes like the branches now
We dream the next dream now, take up the slack wire now.

At the moment of the taking our excitement is the same
We understand the danger of the fanning of the flame
Desire the heart before it cools, affect the shame to look away:
Our confusion is a cousin of the panic of the prey

Shape like a hearts shape now, shapes like the branches now
We dream the next dream now, take up the slack wire now
Breath clouds the cold glass now-chalk on the shinbone now
Stuck to the driver now Arms through the arm-holes now

We hold the Life in one hand as the one who bakes the bread
(The erection at the hanging and the tearing off of heads)
Stand elated at the burning –all our murders look the same
We are the thought and the display, the explanation and the side-effect

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Do you mind if I add you as a friend? In my opinion, one can never have too many Shriek fans as pals.