When the heart
is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
By Michael Leunig
And what image comes to mind? that’s right : )
“DRIVE-THROUGH fast food restaurants are rarely able to boast much in the way of atmosphere. But there is a way of livening up the usually soulless experience as this talented chap shows, as he brings some musical flavour to proceedings”
I’ve been using an online music tracking service since March 2007. What it basically does is to monitor the music you listen to over a period of time. It has other uses too but this is one of the key things I use it for.
One of the features I like best is finding out which tracks or artists I’ve listen to most over a period of time. Last FM makes it easy to do this and track the last 7 days or even the past year or previous years and also provide a list of the overall most listened to.
You don’t have to tell the last FM site what music you are listening to but it tracks the music you are listening to via a small application known as an audio scrobbler. This works with iTunes, Windows Media Player and there are various other players out there which natively support scrobbling such as Songbird. When you finish listening to a track the scrobbler sends a message to Last FM site with the track name.
Obviously due to having to use the scrobbling app Last FM hasn’t managed to capture every single track I have listened to over the years, but mainly the ones from iTunes.
You can create your free account at http://www.lastfm.com
One other neat feature is you can make available your music listening habits to other websites to create fancy tag clouds one website which offers this is http://lastfm.dontdrinkandroot.net like the following
Most listened to albums
Music genres most listened to
Artists most listened to
The price of holidaying on a cruise liner should drop even further this year.
It starts in my belly
Then up to my heart
Into my mouth, I can’t keep it shut
Do you recognise, the smell
Is that how you tell us apart
I fool myself to sleep and dream
Nobody’s here
No-one but me
So cool
You’re hardly there
Why can’t this, be killing you
Frankenstein would want your mind
Your lovely head
Your lovely head
Your lovely head
