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I was trying to use all the song titles in a story using as little other words as possible and have it almost make sence.
This is what I came up with...
Sometimes in my tree, I see the oceans big wave even flow over the ½ full garden. I take a deep down breath of thin air. Once, alone and out of my mind, in the moonlight, I was driftin but wanting to come back. I was leaving here a hitchhiker on a long road, thumbing my way, counting footsteps, trying to hold on.
My daughter you are who you are, just a girl, bee girl, you’re true.
My brother’s life wasted. U are so sad and unemployable, the last soldier on the strangest tribe. It’s hard to imaging how we soon forget the habit. It’s not for you my Sweet Lew, no more and don’t gimme no lip. I can’t keep the black leash all the way on the other side of the porch for whipping dirty frank all night!
The Angels called tremor Christ and Santa god push me and pull me through the arc of blood from the severed hand above Satan’s bed. The marker in the sand is god’s dice so release the rats, bugs and red mosquito to let me sleep in the low light shadowed by the ghost of an untitled rival. I’m open to go help, help the elderly woman behind the counter of a small town wash the fatal green disease from her black red and yellow cropduster.
Off he goes to be man of the hour, parting ways with all mankind to get right and be a faithful love boat captain. The dead man walking tries to hail hail the MFC before evacuation only to lose him around the bend in his rearview mirror. I got shit from glorified G but still alive after all those yesterdays in hiding from the animal know as Pilate. Lukin was a leatherman who went to do the evolution in the army reserve and was moved by sleight of hand close to his last exit. He dreams of being given to fly because comatose can’t be undone. Bu$hleaguer’s need education to save you from a world wide suicide. Make a wishlist and smile. Its nothing as it seems in a state of love and trust. heyfoxymophandlemama that’s me who needs a betterman and not a dissident who is happy when I’m crying. Was it an inside job that put the brain of J on top of the girl? You’ll need to pry to find the nothingman who rendered a life wasted from immortality. I am mine a WMA in a corduroy jacket and I still spin the black circle listening to the whale song. Jeremy feels insignificance and indifference about the breakerfall that is all or none. It’s been light years from a far gone wasted reprise
My original had the songs in bold but it didn't transfer in the paste...
see if I missed any
This is what I came up with...
Sometimes in my tree, I see the oceans big wave even flow over the ½ full garden. I take a deep down breath of thin air. Once, alone and out of my mind, in the moonlight, I was driftin but wanting to come back. I was leaving here a hitchhiker on a long road, thumbing my way, counting footsteps, trying to hold on.
My daughter you are who you are, just a girl, bee girl, you’re true.
My brother’s life wasted. U are so sad and unemployable, the last soldier on the strangest tribe. It’s hard to imaging how we soon forget the habit. It’s not for you my Sweet Lew, no more and don’t gimme no lip. I can’t keep the black leash all the way on the other side of the porch for whipping dirty frank all night!
The Angels called tremor Christ and Santa god push me and pull me through the arc of blood from the severed hand above Satan’s bed. The marker in the sand is god’s dice so release the rats, bugs and red mosquito to let me sleep in the low light shadowed by the ghost of an untitled rival. I’m open to go help, help the elderly woman behind the counter of a small town wash the fatal green disease from her black red and yellow cropduster.
Off he goes to be man of the hour, parting ways with all mankind to get right and be a faithful love boat captain. The dead man walking tries to hail hail the MFC before evacuation only to lose him around the bend in his rearview mirror. I got shit from glorified G but still alive after all those yesterdays in hiding from the animal know as Pilate. Lukin was a leatherman who went to do the evolution in the army reserve and was moved by sleight of hand close to his last exit. He dreams of being given to fly because comatose can’t be undone. Bu$hleaguer’s need education to save you from a world wide suicide. Make a wishlist and smile. Its nothing as it seems in a state of love and trust. heyfoxymophandlemama that’s me who needs a betterman and not a dissident who is happy when I’m crying. Was it an inside job that put the brain of J on top of the girl? You’ll need to pry to find the nothingman who rendered a life wasted from immortality. I am mine a WMA in a corduroy jacket and I still spin the black circle listening to the whale song. Jeremy feels insignificance and indifference about the breakerfall that is all or none. It’s been light years from a far gone wasted reprise
My original had the songs in bold but it didn't transfer in the paste...
see if I missed any
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2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
about 2 hours...
I know I couldn't break it up in paragraphs because it would make even less sence...
did the best I could man
Not in a bad way... so many song titles just hitting my eyes at once. Sensory overload. Very cool idea
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Nice would love to read it...
wish I would have thought of that...
"It's Evolution Baby"
Montreal '00; Toronto '03; Montreal '03; Kitchener '05; London '05; Hamilton '05; Toronto '05; Toronto '06 x2; Boston '06; Toronto '08 x2 (Eddie)
nice work btw!
eV: 8/4/08, 8/5/08, 6/21/11
SG: 10/4/08<-- MET STONE!!!
thanks man...
2006: Camden 1&2, East Ruth 1&2
2008: BONNAROO, MSG1, MSG2, Hartford
2009: Philly 1, 2, 4
2010: Hartford, MSG1, MSG2
2012: Made in America
2013: BK1, BK2, Hartford
2015: Global Citizens
2016: MSG 2 (ISO MSG1)
EV Solo: NJPAC 2008; Tower Theatre, PA 2009; Hartford 2011
Thanks man I didn't realize how much of a challange it would be
I realized I missed a couple songs.. but thanks
I'm pissed at myself now.
all that effort for nothing
One day, I walked down the Long Road into Hell. To avoid total boredom, I
brought along my Walkman and listened to a couple of songs from my favorite band,
Pearl Jam. I had committed way too many sins during my temporary stay on Earth. Now
I’m faced with a Mystery that is impossible to solve. My whole existence had become
Undone in front of my own eyes. There’s No Way I’ll ever Get Right out of here, for
there’s No escape. I never thought I’d end up in Hell. This place is Nothing As It Seems
from what I imagined it would be like. All of Mankind is doomed; destined for this
place, which is probably located Deep within the Earth’s core. I feel like a Nothingman
in this place while tiny Bugs fly up in my face. And while there’s a Smile on the mean
Devil’s face, he gives me a Stupid Mop to clean up this place. He snarled at me and said
in a very scary voice, "Ha ha ha ha ! Nothing will Save You now!" He paused for a
moment…"Clean up my house!" I'll be cleaning his chambers All Night long. Can
someone help a Brother out?
Well, I found it very hard to make Ol’ Satan’s Bed because there were big puddles
of Blood everywhere on the sheets and pillowcases, and on the Other Side of the bed
was a huge pile of you know what. One whiff of that could be Fatal to one's health, but
wait up, I don't have any more health. I can’t even Wash them because there is no water
Down here at all. I feel so Alone down here, even though I can hear the sound of tiny
Footsteps from evil Rats roaming around in the middle of Lucifer’s Garden. This will
cause me to remain In Hiding for the rest of eternity. When I was still Alive I took my
final Breath, and now that I’m a Dead Man, I remain in the Present Tense. I threw down
all of the Gods' Dice and lost big time. And this time I knew I hadn't a Ghost of a
chance of ever getting back home. I wish that I was Leaving Here, but in reality I’m not.
And like a little, scared mouse, I squeaked out, "Help Help!!"
…Wait a second, I can hear the Devil playing one of Pearl Jam’s tunes, Whale
Song, off in the distance. I didn’t know he had the same taste in music like I do. It
doesn’t matter, he’s still a fucking asshole for all I care. But like I was saying, this hole
in the ground is driving me Out Of My Mind. I’m like an Animal who’s receiving his daily
Whipping. And instead of being in a State Of Love And Trust, all I feel is hatred and
disgust. It’s Hard To Imagine the day when I’ll become a Better Man. And when I do, I
will become one with the Earth. I have no possessions to speak of anymore. The only
thing I have now is myself; I Am Mine and the world is mine.
The Devil can Push Me, Pull Me, or even tear me in half, but my Immortality will
prove him wrong. I’m no longer living, but still I don’t feel dead…I’m somewhere in
between. Satan’s Leash on me gets tighter and tighter by the second, but Sometimes I
am immune, and at other times I am a Dissident to his cruel torture. I am now the
Devil’s Red Mosquito – his own personal pet that was Given To Fly down here. I fly fast,
bouncing off walls like a Gremmie Out Of Control. And now I can see the reflection of a
Low Light coming from Around The Bend. It kind of brings back memories of All Those
Yesterdays up on Earth when I had this weird Habit of climbing up In My Tree while
wearing my old torn up Corduroy pants. One day I didn't Hold On to the branch strong
enough and I busted my balls on the branch below.
During my life up on Earth, I left a Wishlist by the fireplace every Christmas Eve.
On this list I asked for a Black Camaro, with the full moon reflecting off its hood, with a
license plate that read: MFC – Mother$*^% Cool! I also wanted an autographed picture
of Sweet Lew (aka Kareem from the Lakers). And since I Got Id last year, this year I
wanted the opportunity to Do The Evolution again with my neighbor’s sexy Daughter. I
even remember the Last Kiss I shared Of The Girl I loved so much before I came here.
To get in good with her dad, I bought him a Cropduster for Christmas. Also, I wanted
the chance to swim in all of Earth’s seven Oceans, but I’m Light Years away from doing
that now, aren’t I!?!
On the night before Christmas, I hid behind the couch and when Santa Claus
came down the chimney, I jumped out from behind and scared him half to death. He
shouted “Aye Davanita!” I asked him, “Why Go down the chimney when you can simply
Go through the front door, located at the end of the front Porch?” He then replied, “Kid,
this job is Not For You at all.” He then got an attitude with me and said, “I am who I am,
but Who You Are and what You Are ain’t shit. And Don't Gimme No Lip either, or else I'll
put rocks in your stockings." He got into his sleigh pulled by Rudolph and Friends, and
Off He Goes, excuse me, off he went to fuck with the minds of other children in the
neighborhood. It’s funny how I can Soon Forget about these trivial events that took
place during my life.
Once upon a time, I went cruising on the 210 freeway, Drifting through Pasadena
with a 1/2 Full tank of gas and my friend, Jeremy. He spoke in class last week, this
week, yesterday, and he even spoke in class today. He just won’t shut the fuck up. So
who knows what goes on in the Brain Of J. You can't blame the guy for furthering his
Education. Although we’re good friends, we have this everlasting sense of competition
between us. It seems as if he’s my Rival at every sport we play, along with everything
else we do. We even fought over the same Girl in our English class back in high school.
The whole thing was stupid all together. He was jealous of me because I was Mr. Love
Boat Captain around her. I was nicknamed the Bush Leaguer around campus because I
got some every night. One would say that I was the Man Of The Hour with all the
ladies…well…maybe about five to ten minutes, to be honest. I always used protection
because I didn't know who she was with, and I can't go out like a sucker by contracting
any STD's or any other Green Disease. Later on, we both came to the conclusion that we
Can't Keep fighting over girls, and that no female will ever come between us. We’ve
been friends way too long.
We didn't know where we were going. By day, we traveled through the heat of
the sun, and we drove In The Moonlight during the wee hours of the night. We could of
driven to the Golden Gate Bridge up in San Francisco, or across the country to rap with
Nelly at the Arc in St. Louis, or just drive all the way to the Statue of Liberty in New York
City. We got off the freeway by using the Last Exit possible. There’s no other off-ramp
for twenty miles. I glanced in the Rearviewmirror and sure enough I saw a police car
shining its bright blues and red lights at us. So, like good, law abiding citizens, we
pulled over. This particular officer had dust all over his uniform. (He kind of reminded
me of the T-1000 in ”Terminator 2”). My friend asked Dirty Frank what the problem
was. He said, in a low voice, “You were going 95 in a 65 zone. I’m surprised you jerk-
off’s didn’t make a fuckin’ U-turn on the fuckin’ freeway.” “I’m also gonna cite you
bastards for having expired tags.”
We both flicked him off and drove off in a blaze of glory. He grabbed his
Glorified G, a colt .45, from his holster, and with such keen Sleight Of Hand, he started
to Release an Even Flow of bullets at us, but we weren’t to be stopped. It was time for
us to be Parting Ways with this fucking pig. That stupid WMA (White Male American,
duh!) felt like Pontious Pilate. He took his hat off and there was a big red circle – a big *
on his bald head. I think the Devil put it there, himself. It was so funny, Matt Lukin, the
bass guitarist for the Seattle rock band Mudhoney would of laughed his head off.
Later on, we stopped at a local coffee shop and the sign on the front door read:
“I’m Open.” We walked inside and saw an Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small
Town. She was very nice to us. She looked like a Bee Girl as she wore her yellow and
black outfit. As she was walking over to serve us some coffee like as if her name was
Alice, she began to trip over her shoe laces. I then slid a wooden chair over in her
direction, hoping it would Breakerfall. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. She ended up
falling on her fat ass. Where’s Flo when you need some real service?
The walls inside the shop were painted Yellow Ledbetter, a type of led-free
yellow paint. Outside of the store was a painting of a cat. The colors Black, Red, Yellow,
and green were used for such a masterpiece. We took off for the road. I knew at that
moment that if my car broke down in the middle of nowhere, I would become a
Hitchhiker walking down the road, Thumbing My Way for a ride.
That night, we went to pick up chicks at this weird club outside of town called
Sonic Reducer. The place was very loud inside. There was the Strangest Tribe of
dancers I have ever seen. The DJ, whose nickname was Leatherman, since that’s all he
wore, was supposed to Spin The Black Circle for the crowd throughout the night. As for
us, we couldn’t dance at all; we were quite Sad. In fact, it was so bad that I could of
sworn I saw a pattern of an Evacuation of every female in the room. We looked like the
two idiots from the movie “Dumb And Dumber,” trying to bust a move. We both looked
like MC Hammer on crack. I don’t even know why I was there in the first place. I feel a
great Indifference for these places of such Insignificance during my life.
Then all of a sudden, I felt stuck for some odd reason. I literally could not move
my feet. A ten-foot spatula would Pry, to get me off my feet. Then all of a sudden, rain
and Hail, Hail I say started pouring inside, all over dance floor. Not to sound
sacreligious, but the evil twin brother of Jesus, Tremor Christ, Appeared out of nowhere
and he struck me down into Thin Air with a bolt of lightning, sending me down here. I
guess I’m paying for all the sins I committed during my brief stay up on Earth. I’m
overwhelmed by this gigantic sense of Grievance of knowing I can never come back
home. But I was told from someone that we’re all born into sin, whatever that means.
But to this very day, I am still Faithfull that God will send his Angel for me, and bring me
home. And as soon as you know it, I’ll be Rocking In The Free World again. And
someday, in the distant future, I will have everything I need to survive. I want it all from
now on. It's this All Or None attitude in me that keeps me moving, and I don't plan to
stop either. I've Got A Feeling everything's gonna be alright. But right now you need to
Let Me Sleep because I've had a busy day.
I wrote this before Pearl Jam's last album, so I haven't had a chance to put the new song titles in.
9/29/04 Boston, 6/28/08 Mansfield, 8/23/09 Chicago, 5/15/10 Hartford
5/17/10 Boston, 10/15/13 Worcester, 10/16/13 Worcester, 10/25/13 Hartford
8/5/16 Fenway, 8/7/16 Fenway
EV Solo: 6/16/11 Boston, 6/18/11 Hartford,