i love this song

can, november from "inner space / out of reach"

can always kills me, the drummer and bassist's ruthlessness together...it's like they're always on the hunt for blood.

when i listen to it, i am hearing my personal german prog rock version of duke ellington's "caravan".

another very different but cool version of it live on the John Peele Show in 1975.

and, of course, let's listen to caravan, circa 1937.

The Metal Burns And Cries!!!

I decided to pseudo-scientifically write the most metal song ever based off of the Metalness quotient in the following, well-reasoned and executed analysis. I can't vouch for the results as I have not replicated the experiment but the results appear sound and well-researched.

Heavy Metal and Natural Language Processing.

Let's start "The Metal Burns And Cries" by pulling from "Most Metal Words" at Rank 20 by moving all the way down the list and then we'll pop the stack from there. Change some word forms, add a yeeaaahhh!!! because I don't believe any metal is complete without guttural utterances.

As we move up the list, our metal lyrics start to surge with Metalness. Rising up from the besotten metal-less words that have been forced to the bottom of the top 20 list by words that are more HEAVY METAL!!! RaaAAaagghhh!!!

Intensity rising as we reach the creshendo and...over...the...crest...in a rollercoaster and dropping weightless through the atmosphere, screaming Hell yeah!!! and flashing the Sign Of The Horns...

For the chorus, we're just going to the top of the list starting with the highest Metalness quotient and BURN the listener with the "Most Metal Word" that exists. We'll prefix it with article "The" just to tame the Capsaicin blow and additionally we'll change the word form to "burnt" in order to prevent physically damaging the listener, who we would like to live long enough to be a fan and buy our recordings and merch.

...but then, they will die.

Unlucky number 13 ends our song...with a Goodbye.

This lyrical maelstrom of future audible death lies below. Handle it with CAUTION!

"The Metal Burns and Cries" (c) 2016 Timothy Lee Russell

Released under the Tag license. Tag your recordings with @hyperubik and share them on Twitter. I really want to hear your metal versions of this, like pronto! Arrangement is yours. If you can work in a couple of the top 20 "Least Metal Words" and have it not suck, you ROCK!!! But, it will probably suck if you try to do that. Once you post your version, I'll link to it and you will be a #MetalHero.

Scream at the flames
Tear at the reigns
Pray the gods dream
Say goodbye to the sword

Sorrow, sorrow my soul
Ashes, Demons, DEMONS, yeeaaahhh!!!
Gonna flame the beast
breathe into eternity

the burnt cries of his veins
eternity breathes the beast

the burnt cries of his veins
eternity breathes the beast


Basic Powershell setup

# Enable Powershell scripts

Set-ExecutionPolicy RemoteSigned

# Set home directory

Test-Path $profile
New-Item -path $profile -type file -force
Notepad $profile

# In profile init script, permaset home folder and any other
# evil AI components that might need to be running

"=                                       ="
"=           Welcome Overlord            ="
"=                                       ="
"=      Awaiting Your Instructions       ="
"=                                       ="

$homeFolder = "C:\Users\***Username***\Documents\WindowsPowershell"
Set-Location $homeFolder 


Powershell to discover IPs and host name bindings in IIS

If you ever need to figure out which IPs and host names are bound to which site…this powershell works pretty good.

# Get binding names

Get-WebBinding | % {
    $name = $_.ItemXPath -replace '(?:.*?)name=''([^'']*)(?:.*)', '$1'
    New-Object psobject -Property @{
        Name = $name
        Binding = $_.bindinginformation.Split(":")[-1]
} | Group-Object -Property Name |
Format-Table Name, @{n="Bindings";e={$_.Group.Binding -join "`n"}} -Wrap
# Get binding IPs

$websites = Get-ChildItem IIS:\Sites


TMK - Recluse Reckless Wolf

Recluse Reckless Wolf
intro G  Bm
D  A  C    Bm  F#  C/Cm   G  Bm  F   C  G  F#

People don't have to kill
other people but they will
I'm not going to kill tonight
but some other people might
You can only do what you
put your mind and soul into
making it alright

Animals through and through
some of us deserve the zoo
maybe if we all had food
everybody'd act less rude

I guess we let the guys up top
mold our minds into a thought

stay on top

Is it that it's really true
your future self is up to you
a recluse reckless wolf
dressed in someone else's wool

was wrong to think that he could stop
the things that human progress brought
he was wrong
we'll go on
without him...

© Copyright - Snoffleware Studios LLC

The "Jar Dog" dream

Standing on a dilapidated porch, searching for a phone, car broken down on the side of the road -- fifty miles out from the last town as memory serves. The air is humid and paint is peeling from the walls. The air is hazy and condensation is slowly forming into trails on the dusty windows -- small muddy rivers taking unpredictable journeys, diverting as much as gravity will allow. No one replies to several vigorous knocks on the rickety door.

There must be a phone inside. Rachel checks the door, it is locked. We tromp through the half-mud to the back of the house and peer in through the screen door. The scattered house, its array of disorganization speaks of abandonment and indeed the house feels empty but it is not.

At the end of the hallway sits a round table on which a clear glass conch rests, emanating the muted whimpers of the miniature malnourished puppy trapped inside, parts of its twisted body magnified several times by the curved glass. Sickened but strangely fascinated and filled with empathy for this poor animal, we fail to notice at first, the man who slips into the room.

His wild hair, long fingernails, and frightening countenance fail to distract us from the cold black steel of the gun, which despite his shakes remains trained, accurately enough, at various parts of our bodies which we consider vital.

His first words, "The hardest part is getting him into the bottle before I leave for work in the morning."

older posts

throbbing mattress kitten


the drought and draught of hope

"splashed with a sense of place, this set of tunes wafts out of the northwest u.s. of a., leading you on a restless journey while crisscrossing the footsteps of pioneers. in this revolution of time, we all feel the drought and the draught of hope."

archaeology confession 192

"a field recording recovered many years after the crumbling of modern civilization, this document chronicles the experience of one man's journey before, during, and after the fall."

elderly tunes

"10 years of chaos, captured on the first five tmk albums, collected now in a single compilation."

why not listen to this?

lonesome train by ray davies by throbbing mattress kitten was chosen at random from the 185 songs available to you.

more music...

© 1999—2017 Timothy Lee Russell


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