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Emile Hirsch is my last actor crush, watch this video, I used as soundtrack "Alone" and "Hummingbird": Emile Hirsch (Alone)

As a whole, "A.M" is maybe the lighter of Wilco's work, but there are single songs that are very good, and one of my favourite is "Pick up the change", I love the lyrics, the guitar and the voice, the ending is perfect. I always liked this more than "Box full of letters".

Jeff looks like here a cross between Fugit and Tricky of Sesame Street.

Check out his video I made using one of the songs by Mushman: "Spaceman": Spaceman (Mushman) Video

Yes, it's funny... here another video with the same song by Wilco: Patrick Fugit Youtube Video

^^ I think so. I read that Patrick learned to play flamenco style guitar.

Thanks, you're not alone, Jena Malone is one of my girl-crushes.

I didn't do anything wrong in my book, there's been an unfair suspension of my account, I don't know the reason, but the video of Patrick Fugit definitively wasn't involved in infringement issues, I re-uploaded it in Megavideo, I think this is a better version: Won't let you down video

Another vote for Patrick Fugit for playing Jeff: check my video of Patrick uploaded in Youtube

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I am thinking of watching "Marie Antoinette" by Sophia Coppola next, Has somebody here watched it? I've already listened to its soundtrack, and the music is a really curious combination. You can access to the soundtrack via my blog: Jake Weird Blog

happy birthday Sue!!

these news saddened me intensely, Jeff, so I want to wish moral strenght and happy memories of your mother keep inspiring you as I'm convinced always inspired you. Condelences to you, Jeff, your wife Sue, and all your family. My thought are with you. Elena.

Ken Coomer would have to get out his basement first, but wouldn't it funnier a combination of the original line-up (Brian Henneman, Max Johnston, Koomer) and members of actual Wilco (Pat Sansone, Nels Cline, Glenn Kotche)?

You can take a look at this blog I make for fun and "find" John Mayer's "Continuum"

"Crash and burn All the stars explode tonight How'd you get so desperate? How'd you stay alive? Help me please Burn the sorrow from your eyes Oh come on, be alive again Don't lay down and die Hey hey, you know what to do Oh baby, drive away to Malibu Get well soon Please don't go any higher How are you so burned when you're barely on fire? Cry to the angels I'm gonna rescue you I'm gonna set you free tonight, baby Pour over me Hey hey, we're all watching you Oh baby, fly away to Malibu Cry to the angels That swallow you Go and part the sea, yeah, in Malibu And the

Let me in, the voice cried softly, from outside the wooden door. Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance, Blood stained the icy wall of the shore. I'm the only one left. The storm, took them all, He managed as he tried to stand. The tears ran down his face. Please, it's cold. When he woke, there was no trace of the ship. Only the dawn was left behind by the storm. He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him. That rose, from the sea, to the door. There was a sound at the window then. The captain started, his breath was still. Slowly, he turned. Fro

Someday, Tomorrow will come. Though I'm not afraid of today, That's for sure. You laughed at me, For the last time. You've got to understand, It just wasn't in the plan. To me, your life was ended, When I said goodbye to you. Ah ha ha, you laughed at me, For the last time. Now there's nothing left, Tired of playing games. Your mind is lost, In a world that wasn't made for you, Though I feel the same way, too I still got some things to do.

I could have done better things If someone shut my mouth Or somebody clipped my wings So many wasted evenings Talking the same sweet talk Always the last ones leaving Waking up when fortunes knock I

I've been out walking I don't do too much talking These days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the chance to. I've stopped my rambling, I don't do too much gambling These days, these days. These days I seem to think about How all the changes came about my ways And I wonder if I'll see another highway. I had a lover, I don't think I'll risk another These days, these days. And if I seem to be afraid To live the life that I have made in song It's just that I've been losing so long. La la la la la, la la. I've stopped m

There's ole Gray with 'er dovewinged hat There's ole Green with her sewing machine Where's the bobbin at? Tote'n old grain in uh printed sack The dust blows forward 'n dust blows back And the wind blows black thru the sky And the smokestack blows up in suns eye What am I gonna die? Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big 'n uh lipstick Kleenex hug on uh pointed forked twig Reminds me of the bobby girls Never was my hobby girls Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin' Cork bobbin' like uh hot red bulb 'n uh bluejay squeaks His beak open an inch above uh creek Gone fishin' for uh

I see you shining in the mirror It could suck me right in I'm so nervous I can't even swallow I'm being chased by a yellow light I'm inviting you in, I'm inviting you out What I'm giving you here Is the time of your life It's so cool being with you, so cool being with you It's where I wanna go when I don't wanna stop Sometimes I don't want to eat my dinner With these films in front of me Upstairs everyone's asleep Just a helicopter in the air It's where I wanna go When i don't wanna stop

Put out the word we need a new taster there's one king left and so much food to eat the interception by the last one was absolute professionalism If he's laying there saying he's sorry tell him it's okay we learn this way taster you're the automatic saint taster you're the automatic one Rival sabotage a bad pot of duck stew with just one breath left he warned the dinner crew selfless line of work the word that comes to mind with me is selflessness If he's laying down saying he's sorry tell him it's okay we learn this way taster you're the automatic saint taster you're the automat

I like a girl with a dirty mouth Someone that I can believe We had a window, not open too long But that time is good and gone And if I ever see her again Just walking by with some new guy I know that we will need to pretend And hope our eyes keep telling lies Sit on the back porch and wonder

Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the mile the city lights are closing in on him the distance grows shorter for a while he wonders what dreams fill her heart and wonders if what they had could ever be sparked "the roads never lead where they're supposed to go" that's what he tells himself before he lets it go out on the cold grey plain, sunken on the side of the road the words bleed off the page, the letter becomes well-soaked "no more turning backwards," he says, as he drives off in the rain ventures on up through the colorades and settles under the rock and pines, and