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Emile Hirsch not getting the Tweedy role would be an outrage:

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".

Let me guess: Patrick Fugit?

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

He's even in a band: http://www.myspace.com/mushmanstories

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

Spaceman (Mushman) Video

Patrick Fugit in that video wearing the shirt that said "No I just look like him" made me laugh because of this thread.

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.

Nice work...

For the record, I LUV Jena Malone!!!

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

Says it's been removed "due to terms of use violation"...what did you DO?!?

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 sun goes down

I watch you slip away

And the sun goes down

I walk into the waves

And the sun goes down

I watch you slip away

And I walk

And I knew love would tear you apart

Oh, and I knew the darkest secret of your heart

Hey hey, I'm gonna follow you

Oh baby, fly away, yeah, to Malibu

Oceans of angels

Oceans of stars

Down by the sea is where you drown your scars

I can't be near you

The light just radiates"

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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.

From behind the edge of the windowsill,

There appeared the delicate hand of a child.

His face was flush and timid.

He stared at the captain through frightened eyes.

The captain reached for something to hold on to,

Help me, he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet.

The boy's face went pale,

He recognized the sound.

Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow.

Lost in the doorstep of the empty house.

I'm trying to find my way home.

I'm sorry...

...and I miss you.

I miss you.

I've grown taller now.

I want the police to be notified.

I'll make it up to you,

I swear, I'll make it up to you.

I miss you.

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 my dreaming,

I won't do too much scheming

These days, these days.

These days I sit on corner stones

And count the time in quarter tones to ten.

Please don't confront me with my failures,

I had not forgotten them.

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 week

Well I put down my bush

'n I took off my pants 'n felt free

The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon

Far as I could see

It's night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion

It's black now 'n the blackbirds feedin' on rice

'n his red wings look like diamonds 'n lice

I could hear the mice toes scamperin'

Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock hole

One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl

Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can

Me 'n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam

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 automatic one

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 stakes claim

still he wonders what 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

they just twist 'round and 'round the flame

the eyes closing, the heart retains

a bit of a spark before it fades away

that's where he gets lost and drifts off alone

and what he tells himself... "better let it go"