Comments on: Song From Under The Floorboards

By: Dan Someone

Dan Someone — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:22:58 +0000

Without even listening, Preview, I am guessing that your two songs are “Shot By Both Sides” and “Lipstick.”

Do I win a prize?

By: floopmeister

floopmeister — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 23:23:02 +0000

Is the song from under the floorboards actually a beating heart?

That would explain malkin going mad in public, at any rate…

By: Teh Preview Button

Teh Preview Button — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 20:27:03 +0000

This Magazine song is pretty good. Interestingly, it's the same song as this one.

By: Kevin Hayden

Kevin Hayden — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:28:39 +0000

According to Michelle Malkin, Gavin’s reporting that the Seahawks won because he’s afraid to admit that Dallas has a cuter coach. Or couches her bitter cooter. Or something.

By: Dan Someone

Dan Someone — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 14:06:27 +0000

Flawed, if that’s the second best Magazine song, I wonder what you’d put first. My personal favorite is “The Light Pours Out of Me,” which I had a tendency to blast out my freshman dorm windows. But there are so many good ones.

Speaking of Howard DeVoto, has anyone seen his solo album on CD? I had it on vinyl more than a decade ago, but it has disappeared and I have never seen a CD release. Once I have that in my hands, my battle station will be complete.

By: Kathleen

Kathleen — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:55:11 +0000

Shorter CY and Rhiel: When we’re right, we’re right; when we’re wrong, we’re right.

By: Herr Doktor Bimler

Herr Doktor Bimler — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:39:15 +0000

Ah, she only faked her death. That’s a relief. Now I can imagine Irony and Elvis on the beach at Gozo, stretched out on deck chairs, talking about old times and enjoying the last of the light as the sun goes down.
Does Gozo have a beach?

By: Jillian

Jillian — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 23:23:10 +0000

Totally off topic, but funniest flipping thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Funniest thing I ever expect to see in the rest of my life. Quoth John Boehner:

What we really expect out of the Democrats is for them to treat us as they would liked to have been treated.

And with that, Irony gave up, changed her name to Drunken Debauchery, and moved to a beach house on Malta.

By: Lesley

Lesley — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 22:59:28 +0000

The wingnutosphere must have a severe case of cerebral-palsied ADHD to have evacuated this from their collective bowels They wouldn't even qualify for a job with the Weekly World News.

By: Lesley

Lesley — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 22:45:58 +0000

nitpicky here: the link to greenwald’s post is screwy. It should be
http://glenngreenwald.blogspot.com/2007/01/credibility-of-right-wing-blogosphere.html
:)

By: ChrisS

ChrisS — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:44:03 +0000

Gavin, please check out Ramsay Midwood on iTunes or wherever … he’s not quite bluegrass, not quite blues, but definitely old-timey in his own way.

By: mikey

mikey — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:17:29 +0000

Don’t recognize the song reference, but it put me in mind of some old Refreshments

Well hush there’ll be no more tonight
You can’t work and I can’t fight
Well that’s just beautiful
But it’s the way you hold your breath
That’s scarring me to death
Well that’s your way, anyway, anyway

Everybody talks
We gotta listen to what they say
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing

I don’t mean to pry but it’s been said
You got Demons in your head
(Screamed: Demons in your head)
I ask real casual

But it’s the way I wear my frown
That only helps to bring you down
Well that’s my way, anyway, anyway

And everybody talks
We gotta make it make some sense
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing

Well hush there’ll be no more tonight
You can’t work and I can’t fight
Well that’s just beautiful
But it’s the way I hold my breath
That’s scarring you to death
Well that’s our way, anyway, anyway

Well everybody talks
But people rarely say a word
Well there’s a picture that I’m painting and you know it won’t be pretty
It’s a song I give someone else to sing
It’s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall
And it’s the words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing
Words I hear the birds sing

–Roger Clyne

By: tigrismus

tigrismus — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 18:01:00 +0000

Indeed. Hoedown for the class war throw down.

By: ifthethunderdontgetya

ifthethunderdontgetya — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:57:06 +0000

“Weekly bluegrass jamboree” indeed. Sounds like cover for anti-American liberal commiehomoislamoterrorcrat planning sessions.

By: Scheherezhade

Scheherezhade — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 17:33:34 +0000

If Gavin M’s apparent failure to exist is ever acknowledged, it will be buried. The S,N commentators, by and large, donâ€™t care. Nor do the â€˜ethicsâ€™ gatekeepers in the business.

The existence of posters with several variations of the name Gavin M of varying ranks in the howling wilderness was reported by bloggers several weeks ago. None quite matched. Iâ€™d suggest the jury is still out on this guy.

Where the proof? All Iâ€™ve seen is just another round of assertions. How about a page out of S,N poster’s notebook with a Gavin M. contact and info for a particular story on a particular day? Reporters are meticulous about their notebooks and retain them for years.

His internet connection was turned off? Interestingâ€¦..why would his internet be turned off all of a sudden? Would this mean he will once again NOT be produced for questioning?â€?

By: flawedplan

flawedplan — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 16:41:42 +0000

Hell yeah the 2nd best Magazine song ever:

I am angry I am ill and I’m as ugly as sin
My irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life it doesn’t help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it

This is a song from under the floorboards
this is a song from where the wall is cracked
my force of habit, I am an insect
I have to confess I’m proud as hell of that fact

I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect
but the brightest jewel inside of me
glows with pleasure at my own stupidity

This is a song from under the floorboards…

I used to make phantoms I could later chase
images of all that could be desired
then I got tired of counting all of these blessings
and then I just got tired

—

You got good taste, Gavin, all your references are stories.

By: Gavin M.

Gavin M. — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 16:29:56 +0000

Is the title of this post some sort of Howard Devoto reference?

I am an insect; I have to confess I’m proud as hell about that.

By: The Kenosha Kid

The Kenosha Kid — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 16:24:14 +0000

Is the title of this post some sort of Howard Devoto reference? Whatever, I'm just here to blogwhore my own little contribution to the Jamil Hussein fiasco.

By: ifthethunderdontgetya

ifthethunderdontgetya — Sat, 06 Jan 2007 16:18:23 +0000

Where’s Gavin? Let’s hope he’s gone to Iraq, to prove that Jamil Hussein (although possibly existing) made up all those stories about bad thing in Iraq just to distract patriotic Confederate Yankees and such from the good news of school painting. Of course, Confederate Yankee and company would already be in Iraq themselves to show how good things are, except it’s too dangerous for them to go.

So you’re just going to have to take their citizen journamalist word for it.