Andrew WK @ Orpheum 5.31.13

Andrew WK @ Orpheum 5.31.13, a set on Flickr.

Neglected Superhero @ Orpheum 5.31.13

Neglected Superhero @ Orpheum 5.31.13, a set on Flickr.

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Neglected Superhero play Orpheum in Ybor City, Tampa, Florida on May 31, 2013.

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Native (153/365)

Native (153/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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I love it when a native Florida green anole is found frolicking in my yard!

PARAMORE - "Native Tongue"

How can they say
that it’s one way
when it’s the opposite?
And how can they know
the end of the story
before I tell it?

‘Cause when I walk
your feet, they fall…
to the same beat.
Or maybe we’re from two different worlds,
But we got our own language!

We took to people,
but they never understand!
They think we’re crazy
‘cause it sounds like laws

When we’re speaking in our native
speaking in our native tongue!
We’re speaking in our native
speaking in our native tongue!

We used to live
like we were strangers
we didn’t know any better!
We didn’t fit
in with the outer crowd
so we gave in
and we shut our mouths!

But oh how I love your history
and I can take it!
And when you talk in code to me
I can translate it!
We took to people,
but they never understand!

They think we’re crazy
‘cause it sounds like laws with them -
Ain’t it strange
all the things you hear
when you sit
and listen?

We’re speaking in our native,
speaking in our native tongue!
We’re speaking in our native,
speaking in our native tongue!
We’re speaking in our native,
speaking in our native tongue!

And all this time I've been wasting my breath,
just wasting my woes on everyone else!

Now speaking in my native,
speaking in my native tongue!

So come on,
talk it out!
So come on,
Talk it out!
Some come on
and talk talk talk talk talk -
talk it out!

Your voice, it’d probably be back from the dead
so come on and
talk talk talk talk talk
talk it out!

OUT!

OUT!

OUT!

Speaking in our native,
speaking in our native tongue!
We’re speaking in our native,
speaking in our native tongue!

And all this time I've been wasting my breath,
(You know we speak in the hole this time)
just wasting my woes on everyone else!
(You know we’re speaking the same language now)
Now speaking in my native,
speaking in my native tongue!

Pirate (152/365)

Pirate (152/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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Tampa - where we have pirate ships all year round.

THE D4 - "Pirate Love"

[1st Verse]
You gotta walk that walk
You gotta talk that talk
You gotta be that girl
In the toughened world
Come , now cut me so fast

[Chorus]
Pirate Love
What you're looking for
Pirate Love
What I'm wanted for
I never needed it so bad

[2nd Verse]
The crowd's runnin' cold
Ain't it ?
The mommies are praying
Little girls sayin' no
The big girls always want more

[Chorus]
Pirate Love
What you're looking for
Pirate Love
What I'm wanted for
I never needed it so bad
Hey , oh !

[3rd Verse]
Well , I'm locked in all these battles
Everybody seems so cruel
I can't tell them who's who
With a bag of voodoo

[Chorus]
Pirate Love
What you're looking for
Pirate Love
What I'm wanted for
I never needed it so fast

Fast
Fast
Yeah
Pirate Love [x8]

[Chorus]
Pirate Love
What you're looking for
Pirate Love
What I'm wanted for
I never needed it so bad !

Neighborhood (151/365)

Neighborhood (151/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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The neighborhood pizza joint - Cappy's - is all lit up. I like it.

RESTORATIONS - "Neighborhood Song"

In a town where the kids try their best to sound just like their parents
The parents can’t help but sound just like their kids
He says “Man, you don’t know me”
With a long late-morning stare
He says “I want you to know that you do not know”
I let it sink in
How I’m sinking
Unbound leaves in a black drawer
Dusty snow under a flickering light
All that white noise over the things we have catalogued
Will you free me from the days where this panic tears at my soul
Free me from the days where I don’t know my home
The song of the neighborhood
Sung like the song of the world

Blend (150/365)

Blend (150/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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This is a non-native anole - super natural camouflage for blending in with concrete.

DILLINGER FOUR - "Super Powers Enable Me to Blend in With Machinery"

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus
Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust
but there's something about this city's gray
that seems to say all there is to say
Riddled with regiment, vindictive intent
Faking loyalty and getting paid
Fuck them all
She keeps the variety section and then gives the rest to me
She says she remembers when buses were nicer
"There's no dignity in plastic seats"
But there's something about the way she said
"The only good boss is one that's dead"
These broad shoulders giggled all over the bus
And work ethics crumbled into "them and us"
Fuck them all
And all these specters of the work place
Turned from effigy into reality
And yeah I wish it was that simple
To think a belly laugh is really all we need
But it's the slow decay of the day to day
That says take your pay check, accept your place and fade away
but there was dignity in plastic seats that day

Tiny (149/365)

Tiny (149/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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I'm enjoying my tiny projector - aka projecteo - but already need new wheels.

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE - "Tiny Vessels"

This is the moment that you know
That you told her that you loved her but you don't
You touch her skin and then you think
That she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me
Yeah, she is beautiful but she don't mean a thing to me

I spent two weeks in Silverlake
The California sun cascading down my face
There was a girl with light brown streaks
And she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me
Yeah she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me

Wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking
As we moved together in the dark
And all the friends that i was telling
All the playful misspellings
And every bite I gave you left a mark

And tiny vessels oozed into your neck
And formed the bruises
That you said you didn't want to fade
But they did and so did I that day

All I see are dark grey clouds
In the distance moving closer with every hour
So when you'd ask "Is something wrong?"
I'd think "You're damn right there is."
But we can't talk about it now
No, we can't talk about it now

So one last touch and then you'll go
And we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
But it was vile, and it was cheap
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Yeah you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me [x2]

Bug (148/365)

Bug (148/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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My favorite bug lamp!

ALL - "Hey Bug"

Hey bug, are you tryin' to go to sleep?
Windows slam up, people slam up, radio slam up,
Are you tryin' to go to sleep?