Tortoise Head — Aum
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Length: 4:32
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Hearing this, I assume the band's name relates to the similar expression 'turtle's head' ?
pretentious crap
azdcryan wrote:
You wouldn't be a Bergman fan, would you? Sounds a little like Persona.
Short film...
Scene - Washington Redskins running back, Clinton Portis sits cradled in the comfort of a private jet's supple leather interior. At altitude, he sits head bobbing, earphones on in a seeming trance. Outlandishly dressed, the faint spell of some atmospheric tunes can be heard from his iPod.
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Scene - Washington Redskins running back, Clinton Portis sits cradled in the comfort of a private jet's supple leather interior. At altitude, he sits head bobbing, earphones on in a seeming trance. Outlandishly dressed, the faint spell of some atmospheric tunes can be heard from his iPod.
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You wouldn't be a Bergman fan, would you? Sounds a little like Persona.
This sounds like good music to smoke pot to (not that I have since the '70s)!
cathenley wrote:
Yes, it is.
I was just freaking out looking at all the postings; thinking, is today March 16th?
Yes, it is.
is Robert Fripp doing acid again?
govna wrote:
Exactly. Ho-hum city.
holy shit GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!!
Exactly. Ho-hum city.
I was just freaking out looking at all the postings; thinking, is today March 16th?
Short film...
Scene - Washington Redskins running back, Clinton Portis sits cradled in the comfort of a private jet's supple leather interior. At altitude, he sits head bobbing, earphones on in a seeming trance. Outlandishly dressed, the faint spell of some atmospheric tunes can be heard from his iPod.
Cut to alternate scene - Ocean waves crash against the craggy shoreline of the Galapagos Islands. Pan along the beach and zoom in on an ancient looking giant tortoise as he labors along the moistened sand. The sun is bright, the air is cooled by the sea breeze. Life could not be better.
Scene - Suddenly a wormhole to another universe opens up like a ziploc bag, cue cacophonous sucking sound.
Scene - As the light returns to the screen we find our hero, the giant tortoise perched atop a molded fiberglass seat on public transportation somewhere in southeast Asia. Across the aisle sits Clinton Portis, cool as Fonzie, bobbing his head to the barely audible groove throbbing from his earphones.
TORTOISE: Hey man, what'cha listening to?
PORTIS: What's that?
TORTOISE: The music, I like it...it's got this vibe I can't quite place...who is it?
PORTIS: Portishead.
TORTOISE: Hey, aren't you a football player? Yeah, for the Redskins...that's it! Aren't you?
PORTIS: I am.
TORTOISE: I see. Interesting.
PORTIS: How's that?
TORTOISE: May I check out that song? Portishead you said it was? I've got a few minutes until my stop.
PORTIS: Yeah Portishead. Aum...aum, I guess...yeah sure.
TORTOISE: Thanks man.
Scene - The giant tortoise accepts the earphones dangled across the aisle, puts them on his oddly-shaped head...and slowly starts to bob to the music, eyelids growing heavy.
Scene - The same beach that we saw moments ago, this time nestled among the palm fronds piled via some chaos mathematics along the dunes fronting the cliffs. A giant tortoise lays nearby in what seems to be the space between being asleep and being awake.
TORTOISE: Man, I love me some Tortoise Head...yes I do.
Cut to alternate scene - An all-team meeting somewhere deep in the innards of FedEx field. The coach is on a roll, speaking with conviction about the virtues of the west-coast offense. His questions are going unanswered...
ZORN: Who can tell me why a two step drop to a curl will always work against a 3-4 package? How about you Clinton? Clinton, are you with us?
PORTIS: Aum...aum...
Scene - Washington Redskins running back, Clinton Portis sits cradled in the comfort of a private jet's supple leather interior. At altitude, he sits head bobbing, earphones on in a seeming trance. Outlandishly dressed, the faint spell of some atmospheric tunes can be heard from his iPod.
Cut to alternate scene - Ocean waves crash against the craggy shoreline of the Galapagos Islands. Pan along the beach and zoom in on an ancient looking giant tortoise as he labors along the moistened sand. The sun is bright, the air is cooled by the sea breeze. Life could not be better.
Scene - Suddenly a wormhole to another universe opens up like a ziploc bag, cue cacophonous sucking sound.
Scene - As the light returns to the screen we find our hero, the giant tortoise perched atop a molded fiberglass seat on public transportation somewhere in southeast Asia. Across the aisle sits Clinton Portis, cool as Fonzie, bobbing his head to the barely audible groove throbbing from his earphones.
TORTOISE: Hey man, what'cha listening to?
PORTIS: What's that?
TORTOISE: The music, I like it...it's got this vibe I can't quite place...who is it?
PORTIS: Portishead.
TORTOISE: Hey, aren't you a football player? Yeah, for the Redskins...that's it! Aren't you?
PORTIS: I am.
TORTOISE: I see. Interesting.
PORTIS: How's that?
TORTOISE: May I check out that song? Portishead you said it was? I've got a few minutes until my stop.
PORTIS: Yeah Portishead. Aum...aum, I guess...yeah sure.
TORTOISE: Thanks man.
Scene - The giant tortoise accepts the earphones dangled across the aisle, puts them on his oddly-shaped head...and slowly starts to bob to the music, eyelids growing heavy.
Scene - The same beach that we saw moments ago, this time nestled among the palm fronds piled via some chaos mathematics along the dunes fronting the cliffs. A giant tortoise lays nearby in what seems to be the space between being asleep and being awake.
TORTOISE: Man, I love me some Tortoise Head...yes I do.
Cut to alternate scene - An all-team meeting somewhere deep in the innards of FedEx field. The coach is on a roll, speaking with conviction about the virtues of the west-coast offense. His questions are going unanswered...
ZORN: Who can tell me why a two step drop to a curl will always work against a 3-4 package? How about you Clinton? Clinton, are you with us?
PORTIS: Aum...aum...
romeotuma wrote:
Interesting ambiance... this could work in a movie soundtrack...
Dude! Sure doesn't take much to get a 10 out of you.
Interesting ambiance... this could work in a movie soundtrack...
Dude! Sure doesn't take much to get a 10 out of you.
Aum, when does it start?
Well, OK then. I guess their name explains it all then.
I like it! :) 7 for now, let see how (and when) it ends...
holy shit GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!!
...i have no idea, but i really like this...
Allow me to be the first to ask, "What were they thinking with that name?"
Scene - Washington Redskins running back, Clinton Portis sits cradled in the comfort of a private jet's supple leather interior. At altitude, he sits head bobbing, earphones on in a seeming trance. Outlandishly dressed, the faint spell of some atmospheric tunes can be heard from his iPod.
Cut to alternate scene - Ocean waves crash against the craggy shoreline of the Galapagos Islands. Pan along the beach and zoom in on an ancient looking giant tortoise as he labors along the moistened sand. The sun is bright, the air is cooled by the sea breeze. Life could not be better.
Scene - Suddenly a wormhole to another universe opens up like a ziploc bag, cue cacophonous sucking sound.
Scene - As the light returns to the screen we find our hero, the giant tortoise perched atop a molded fiberglass seat on public transportation somewhere in southeast Asia. Across the aisle sits Clinton Portis, cool as Fonzie, bobbing his head to the barely audible groove throbbing from his earphones.
TORTOISE: Hey man, what'cha listening to?
PORTIS: What's that?
TORTOISE: The music, I like it...it's got this vibe I can't quite place...who is it?
PORTIS: Portishead.
TORTOISE: Hey, aren't you a football player? Yeah, for the Redskins...that's it! Aren't you?
PORTIS: I am.
TORTOISE: I see. Interesting.
PORTIS: How's that?
TORTOISE: May I check out that song? Portishead you said it was? I've got a few minutes until my stop.
PORTIS: Yeah Portishead. Aum...aum, I guess...yeah sure.
TORTOISE: Thanks man.
Scene - The giant tortoise accepts the earphones dangled across the aisle, puts them on his oddly-shaped head...and slowly starts to bob to the music, eyelids growing heavy.
Scene - The same beach that we saw moments ago, this time nestled among the palm fronds piled via some chaos mathematics along the dunes fronting the cliffs. A giant tortoise lays nearby in what seems to be the space between being asleep and being awake.
TORTOISE: Man, I love me some Tortoise Head...yes I do.
Cut to alternate scene - An all-team meeting somewhere deep in the innards of FedEx field. The coach is on a roll, speaking with conviction about the virtues of the west-coast offense. His questions are going unanswered...
ZORN: Who can tell me why a two step drop to a curl will always work against a 3-4 package? How about you Clinton? Clinton, are you with us?
PORTIS: Aum...aum...
I like your story better than this track, but the two certainly work well together...............