**-since i listened to it earlier today. after post.
things have been good, sunday night don and i went to see "mr.brooks". william hurt and costner played off unexpectedly well together. dane cook was in a role that anyone could have realy played. there was only one part i didn't like and that is the last shoot-out in the movie. demi moore shoots out the flourescent lights in the hallway, and as they flicker on and off, lame guitar techno starts playin. it seemed really out of place. everything else was good.
but i'd wait till it got on dvd, or cheap theatres
been listening to just about as much different kinds of music i can find.
espescially after listening to the Future is unwritten-soundtrack.
need to expand my lyrical and subconcience vernacular data-base. so to say.
(In the) Pouring Rain
I could see as I rode in
the ships were gone and the pit fell in
a funeral bell tolled the hour in
a lonely drunkard slumbering
not the twang of the guitar
not even the siren wail of pain
not the shadows of desire
caught in the pouring pouring rain
breeze black windows on date street
where I was raised up on the cheap
(yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep
'til the old tango that's on date street
I can hear the sharpen of the pain
some lucky stranger in the rain
hear the sharpen of the rain
lucky stranger ... in the rain
hammers beat in dusty times
on these weedy rusted lines
mocking the sun and optomistic signs
all these weedy gates of iron
the sun won't shine my way again
lucky moon was on the wane
oh I'll never see a star again
in the pouring pouring rain
a salty band played for the train
a sad trombone and some refrain
the future pointed to the weather vane
the old calypso died of shame
I hear the sharpen of the pain
some lucky stranger in the rian
hear the sharpen of the pain
lucky stranger pouring rain
POURING RAIN !!!