getting ready for friday

kylie and i had a brief conversation today about the importance of the USA v Slovenia game on friday, so i decided to go ahead and pick my American futbol favorite. i just wanted to make sure i start putting out the vibe early.

you already know my french favorite, my former french favorite, kylie's favorite, and my overall futbol favorite. now im proud to annouce, BENNY FEILHABER, my aMeRiCaN fUtBoL FaVoRiTe. Benny is a jewish capricorn, who was born in Brazil (you know what that means) and moved to Scarsdale when he was 6. He also loves Jordin Sparks (evidence below). i feel like that is all i really need to say by way of explanation. click here for the interview magazine profile. now you pick your favorite.


Benny Feilhaber mimes No Air
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The Song of the Sea Goat

The sea goat casts Aquarian runes through beads of
mirrored tears,
Suave pirates words of apricot crawl out of your veneer
Anoint your eyes with Midas' oil and make it still appear
Alladin's lamp is glowing bright transmuting panacea;
To fill your souls with sugared holes.
"Oh can't you hear" sang the sea goat "the nonsense
makes me numb."
"It's near it's clear" sang the sea goat "we live to
overcome,
The madman's voice and his nowhere choice,
The pain that drains like an endless day of rain."

The sea goat reads the flight of birds and writes upon the
sand;
Gold waterfalls of autumn wheat slip through a pointing
hand
Whose fingers stiff with sentences still beckon to the
band
To play the "Best Foot Forward March" and deafen all
the land.
With hollow words, it's so absurd!
"Take your stand" sang the sea goat "the night goes on
and on."
"Unwrap your plans" sang the sea goat "tell everyone
you've gone
To touch the earth and to see the birth
The smile, the style down an unspun mile of life."

It fills the air! It fills the air!
The song of the sea goat shaking in the domes
The song of the sea goat as endlessly he roams,
Between the sunset's crimson veil
On smooth grey streets where the drunkard spins his
tale.

The sea goat sips and hurls his glass along the
smoke-filled road
Where shuttered snakes of brakeless trains run aching
with their load
Of spring-eyed, tonguetied, wooldyed lads who kiss the
L-shaped goad
Which soon will smear their uniforms with blood,
whitewash & woad.
Damn iron minded, gold braid blinded, officers and
gentlemen!
"God!" sang the sea goat "is always on both sides."
"Change" sang the sea goat "is constant as the tides
"And this play" sang the sea goat "is strangely
synthesised
When your part of a cast where the first comes last
Where the east goes west and the sun is burning out

And your part of a cast . . . . . ."

thx g!