Fun Singles in Your Area

by Marian Call

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If there had been Twitter when I was sixteen, through retweets and research I might have foreseen a dual major in Classics and art history, though enriching and inspiring, would pauperize me. We who sought knowledge for knowledge's sake, who swooned over Tolstoy and Brontë and Blake, who argued philosophy into the night -- there's a tune we all know, and it haunts us like so: The liberal arts degree waltz The melody thrills and appalls. Our passionate quest for intellectual readiness led straight through the quagmire of crippling indebtedness. The liberal arts degree waltz The freelancing rate falls and falls. What makes life worth living except to examine it? No matter our earnings portfolios inanimate. We're romantics at heart, we can't help it, so dam-n it! The liberal arts degree waltz. Once music was science and math was an art, once language and history were critical parts of the studies of businessmen and politicians. Have you wondered of late whether something is missin'? Who needs sources or footnotes or logic or ethics in a world of philosophies measured in metrics -- The clickthrough, the pageview, engagement and "likes"? You can make people click, but that don't make it right. The liberal arts degree waltz Collections redoubles their calls. We'll have to go rattle our crowdfunding cups, and pray that our rich Uncle Arthur re-ups. The liberal arts degree waltz One payment away from default. I thought my prospects were brighter than listicle writer -- I'm not unduly panicky over modern insanity, But, foregoing profanity, OH, the humanities! The liberal arts degree waltz
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There’s isogen and necrogen and mithril and vibranium And arcanite and kryptonite and also unobtanium There’s latinum, gundanium, jumbonium, chelonium And carbonite and corbomite and scrith and wonderflonium There’s energon and metatron and flubber and shazamium Naquadriah and claudia and also adamantium Vizorium, rodinium, sakuradite, and nucleon Stealth ore, ghost rock, Rearden metal, dragonbane, and phlogiston Dilithium, trilithium, phazon, and amazonium Bombastium, pizzazium, melange, and randomonium Illudium Q-Thirty Six, ice nine, and thiotimoline Oxium and octogen and polarite and soylent green. There’s liquid schwartz and ruby-quartz and oxypheromalkahyde Eridium, turbidium, darksteel, and meta-cyanide Balthazate, bendezium, byzantium and magicite and Protonite and grimacite and phostlite and there's solaranite Froonium, bazoolium, bolognium, and beerium Infernium, nuridium, and slood and atmosphereum There's Caesiumfrancolithicmyxialobidium- rixydixydoxidexidroxhide, and obsidium There's mordite, morphite, nethicite, uru, and monopasium And tylium and trinium and xen and upsidaisium Jerktonium, afraidium, red rain, and raritanium Cuendillar, celestial bronze, plasteel, and dalekanium And then there’s “love,” the one that saved the world in The 5th Element -- But the fifth is really “boron,” if you’re wond’ring what the hell I meant.
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SPACE WEIRD THING (David Bowie's "Space Oddity" translated into Up-go) Ground control to top space man Ground control to top space man Take your small food rocks and put your head-safe on Ground control to top space man (ten, ten less one, ten less two, seven) Start the numbers-down, big fires on (six, five, four, three, two, one) Check the start thing and may God's love be with you... Up-go! This is Ground Control to top space man, you’re really first in class and the papers want to know which person's shirts you wear now it’s time to leave the space-house since you’re there This is top space man to Ground Control, I’m stepping through the door and I’m relaxing in the air and it’s weird and the stars look very different today For here am I sitting in a lunch box, far above the world Home space ball is blue, and there’s nothing I can do Though I’m past five hundred hundred hundred hundred feet, I’m feeling very cool And I think my space car knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much -- she knows Ground Control to top space man, your talk line’s dead, there's something wrong Can you hear me, top space man? Can you hear me, top space man? Can you hear me, top space man? Can you....here -- I’m relaxing in my lunch box Far above the space night light ball Home space ball is blue, and there’s nothing I can do

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A collection of silly singles, bootlegs and home recordings, to pass the summertime.

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released July 1, 2015

Album Art: Grace Virginia Kari, gracevirginia.squarespace.com
Thanks to Molly Lewis, Seth Boyer, Paul Pew, Mike Selinker, and Patrick Race.
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Marian Call Alaska

Marian Call has things to say. She sounds a little like Ingrid Michaelson meets They Might Be Giants & Regina Spektor for bourbon & laughs, which sounds improbable, but give it a try. She hails from Alaska and tours North America and Europe, and she lives on Twitter. Her songs are quirky, sharp, surprising confections in every genre full of rich dark carmelized sugar, savor, & spice. ... more

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