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samuel seed

i'll never get out of this world alive!

About Me


for god's sake, watch me.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 8/1/2005
Band Members: disclaimer: i am a vehicle of the unconscious. i stake no claim in what has been created thru, and with the help of my body. the music on this page does not belong to me or anyone else. it is merely the result of the life that moves within us all. enjoy.im joking: everything on this site is mine! and you cant have it!



Influences:
MUSICAL: Ted , Chopin, Tool, Radiohead, Astor Piazolla, Maurice Ravel, Miles Davis, the Pixies, Donovan, Jeremy Enigk, Belle and Sebastian, Jeff Jablonski, Nico Case, Duke Ellington, Dizzy Gillespie, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen, the Circlatory System, Of Montreal, and Harry Belafonte.

PERSONAL: Bill Hicks , Carl Jung , Mike Davey , Joseph Campbell , Samuel Beckett , anyone who can make it thru this life, Aldous Huxley , Alex Grey , Alphonse Mucha , Socrates , Galileo Galilei , Henry David Thoreau , anyone who can actually quit smoking , Gautama Buddha , Albert Einstien , Osho , anyone who can solve a rubicks cube , Meister Eckhart , Timothy Leary , Ct. Leo Tolstoy , Martin Luther King Jr. , Gandhi, Shunryu Suzuki , Benjamin Franklin , Blair , the countless unknown individuals who have sacrificed there minds and bodies in order to create, disclose, and discover all the beautiful mysteries that have become the great mosaic of terrestrial life, those yet born, the muse , and (most importantly) the personification, TV .

EMOTIONAL: guilt, the color of music , the sound lawnmowers make, rainbows in sprinklers, trees that can support my body so that i can lay on its branches; read; and occasionally glance in awe at its splenderful extremities that glitter and dance like so many dreams, pot, mythology, religion, seclusion , mania, chess, big fish, the creative urge (that) is often so imperious that it battens on (an artist's) humanity and yokes everything to the service of the work, even at the cost of health and ordinary human happiness. The unborn work in the psyche of the artist is a force of nature that achieves its end either with tyrannical might or with the subtle cunning of nature herself, quite regardless of the personal fate of the man who is its vehicle. The creative urge lives and grows in him like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We would do well, therefore, to think of the creative process as a living thing implanted in the human psyche , the sound of water, the silence of snow, the loudness of you, sadness, Istigkeit - a transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence , and the place i go where my body turns into the ocean that spreads without end thru the entire universe; passing thru every electron in the body of God who heals me with a touch thru his windows which are my eyes.


Sounds Like:
a mix between Chopin and the sound you get when you throw a fork in the garbage disposal.

two videos from the ACLU

vaccines and autism

The Flouride Diception


Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

i keep tugging, but it just gets tangled

    lies start fires in people who're dead like winter trees. all the living can see right through your sad little heart.    
Posted by samuel seed on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 08:03:00 PST

trans migration II

    April, I'm leaving you for... a dial-tone.    ...
Posted by samuel seed on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 06:40:00 PST

trans migration

    when the sun rose against my winter's morning i thought that was love; peel me off of the thawed earth winter, i'm leaving you for April.    ...
Posted by samuel seed on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:26:00 PST

Murphy

Page 175, Murphy is recently employed at the Magdalen Mental Mercyseat.  Living in the ward, he wakes up in the middle of the night; the heater must be turned off: When he awoke the fug was thick...
Posted by samuel seed on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 08:11:00 PST

exonerated

yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! yes! oh dear god, yes. my gratefulness is beyond expression.  ...
Posted by samuel seed on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 09:51:00 PST

how i feel about the number 26

  a rubik's cube can be solved, from whatever order the squares are in, in 26 rotations.  though you also could wear-out the thing until it falls apart from rotating one side over ...
Posted by samuel seed on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:05:00 PST

lunar eclipse

  under a lune noirbetween billions of fans;when did i stop exsisting?we all say"where have i been?"at our desktrancing in a flash boxdisassociatinghanging by our neckbut a simple eclip...
Posted by samuel seed on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 10:22:00 PST

album woe

  whoa, album. if anybody is cool enough to care, i recorded a record from july-december '07.  and here in february '08, i am slowly creeping faders; dialing-in the rosetta stone; focusing t...
Posted by samuel seed on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 10:12:00 PST

sound without echo

  even the most deadly of winter winds harbors the essence of spring immediately following a choral performance.  if the composer had scored one more note into that Baroque piece, it wo...
Posted by samuel seed on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 12:43:00 PST

doctor

  my breath studders as i reel-in the gas. a contraction squeezes another round of liquid through my rusty veins. i squeak when the sight of you opens my heart. the world moves in a concussed spi...
Posted by samuel seed on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 08:23:00 PST