which character was he?

does he sing back up?

Let's hope he was a victim.

(mau, starts humming the CHiPS theme...)

Nah, he was one of the cops. Like a sheriff or something.

Ahem.

Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms and does a parody of each unconscious thing you do. When you turn around to look, it's gone behind you - on its face it's wearing your confused expression where your eyes don't go.

Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering. It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering. You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow, but there's a pair of eyes in back of your head.

Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of. Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?

TMBG

I've got a million of them, but here's a couple to get started:


"Traffic's wild tonight"
Diamond smiles her cocktail smile.
Tonight she's in heavy disquise.
She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time.

"Weather's mild tonight"
She wonders will her glamour survive,
She wonders do they notice her eyes,
And can they see she's going down a third time.

Everybody tries,
It's Dale Carnegie gone wild,
But Barbara Cartland's child
long ago perfected the motionless glide.

In the low voltage noise,
Diamond seems so sure and so poised
She shimmers for the bright young boys,
And laugh's "Love is for others, but me it destroys"

The girl in the cake
Jumped out too soon by mistake,
Somebody said the whole things half baked
And Diamond lifts her glass and says "cheers"

She stands to the side
There's no more to this than meets the eye,
Everybody drinks Martini dry,
And talks about clothes and the latest styles.

Chorus:

They said she did it
With grace.
They said she did it
With style.
They said she did it all
Before she died
Oh No
I remember Diamond's smile

Nobody saw her go,
They said they should have noticed
'cos her dress was cut so low.
Well it only goes to show
Ha, ha, how many real men any of us know.

She went up the stairs,
Stood up on the vanity chair,
Tied her lame belt around the chandelier,
And went out kicking at the perfumed air.

Repeat Chorus

Diamond Smiles/The Boomtown Rats

Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind is sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right

Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile

Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

(Chorus)

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear

If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg


Oliver's army is here to stay,
Oliver's army are on their way,
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today,
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today,
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today,
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ......

Oliver's Army/Elvis Costello

stronger than reason
stronger than lies
the only truth i know
is the look in your eyes
the look in your eyes!

just like a car crash
just like a knife
my favourite weapon
is the look in your eyes
you've run out of lies!

you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
there's a ton locked in your empty eyes
get out of my life!

i'm chewing on glass
and eating my fingers
i'm not the one
who's run out of lies
lies!

you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of lies!
you've run out of time!

cutting my face
and walking on splinters
i lost my soul
to the look in your eyes
your eyes!

you ran out of lies!
you ran out of lies!
you ran out of lies!
you ran out of time!

stigmata!

o, you have empty eyes!...
they tell me nothing, nothing but lies


Ministry - Stigmata
(Land of Rape and Honey - 1988)

Disposal Of The Body


The basement incinerator
Is where they'll put the head
Hose the floor and clean the room
Anywhere they bleed
.
Into the boxes go the bags
Fill the space with rocks
In the dark of night
He throws them off the docks
.
Rotting in the river
Never to be found
Under tons of concrete
Deep beneath the ground
.
From behind he grabs his mouth
The blade goes to his neck
Bulging veins pumping blood
He struggles to protect
.
If you don't cut open the stomach
The corpse will rise and float
The victim is discovered dead
Rotting organs bloat
.
The killer chops the body
With a scalpel and an ax
The parts are then drained
And put into sacks
.
Grab the neck, slit the throat take the life
Hang the corpse - Prepare to drain the blood
.
Bone saw, meat cleaver, filleting knife
Carve the corpse - Dissect him in the tub
.
Smash the teeth, slice off scars, crush the bones
With a crowbar - scrape off all tattoos
.
If you don't cut open the stomach
The corpse will rise and float
The victim is discover dead
Rotting organs float
.
The killer chops the body
With a scalpel and an ax
Parts are the drained
And put into sacks
.
Chunks of a skull
Sawn in half bones
Body is found
Killer unknown

-cannibal corpse.

Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
But mostly you just make me mad
Baby you just make me mad
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Linger on, your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountain top
Thought of you as my peak
Thought of you as everything
I've had but couldn't keep
I've had but couldn't keep

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see
I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me
I'd put in front of me

Skip a life completely, stuff it in a cup
She said money is like us in time
It lies but can't stand up
Down for you is up

It was good what we did yesterday
And I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
Only proves that you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin
Linger on, your pale blue eyes
Linger on, your pale blue eyes

The Velvet Underground - Pale Blue Eyes

I'm alternating between Bill Withers and Jeff Buckley today (really bad mood). Anyone got the new Jeff Buckley?

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music, do you
Well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah .... .

Baby i've been here before
I've seen this room and i've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when i moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Well, maybe there's a god above
But all i've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ....

aleph: I agree completely.

M: that song is so killer... It makes me drool. And bill withers as well, my don't we have excellent taste.

Actually, it was written by Our Own Leonard Cohen.

All Hail!

quote:

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Actually, it was written by Our Own Leonard Cohen.

All Hail!

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Of course. Hail. But Jeff Buckley does it better.

Dunno, I have to admit that The Leonard has a certain je ne sais quoi...

Like all women holding a Canadian passport, I passionately wish for a tumultuous and short-lived affair with The Leonard. Actually, I feel entitled to it.

Well, it's not like there is a choice, but if Buckley was alive, wouldn't he be some tough competition?

I think it's a toss up. But I do like Buckley's rendition a lot. Very very beautiful.

How about Buffy Sainte Marie singing Leonard Cohens poem God is Alive magic is afoot.

1..

God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is alive; Magic is afoot
God is afoot; Magic is alive
Alive is afoot.....
Magic never died.

God never sickened;
many poor men lied
many sick men lied
Magic never weakened
Magic never hid
Magic always ruled
God is afoot
God never died.

God was ruler
though his funeral lengthened
Though his mourners thickened
Magic never fled
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live
Though his words were twisted
the naked Magic thrived
Though his death was published
round and round the world
the heart did not believe

Many hurt men wondered
many struck men bled
Magic never faltered
Magic always led.
Many stones were rolled
but God would not lie down
Many wild men lied
many fat men listened
Though they offered stones
Magic still was fed
Though they locked their coffers
God was always served.


2..

Magic is afoot. God rules.
Alive is afoot. Alive is in command.
Many weak men hungered
Many strong men thrived
Though they boasted solitude
God was at their side
Nor the dreamer in his cell
nor the captain on the hill
Magic is alive
Though his death was pardoned
round and round the world
the heart did not believe.

Though laws were carved in marble
they could not shelter men
Though altars built in parliaments
they could not order men
Police arrested Magic
and Magic went with them,
for Magic loves the hungry.

But Magic would not tarry
it moves from arm to arm
it would not stay with them
Magic is afoot
it cannot come to harm
it rests in an empty palm
it spawns in an empty mind
but Magic is no instrument
Magic is the end.

Many men drove Magic
but Magic stayed behind
Many strong men lied
they only passed through Magic
and out the other side
Many weak men lied
they came to God in secret
and though they left him nourished
they would not say who healed
Though mountains danced before them
they said that God was dead
Though his shrouds were hoisted
the naked God did live

3...

This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
service is but Magic
moving through the world
and mind itself is Magic
coursing through the flesh
and flesh itself is Magic
dancing on a clock
and time itself the magic length of God.

more Bad Religion

Watch it Die

I was born on planet earth
the rotating ball where man comes first
it's been around for a long, long time
but now it's time to watch it die

I saw a man on my big blue screen
he ruled the world economy
he said the rich would never concede
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep

I've seen the life of the forest green
and adaptations of the deep blue seas
and who knows who is the fittest
they will all soon be put to rest

On a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives

I was born on planet earth
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth
and everyday I4ve seen increasing signs
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes
you had a chance you did not try
so now it's time to watch it die
now it's time to watch it die

My Poor Friend Me

i know a man
who doesnt have many friends
i know a place he lives
where trouble never ends
i know its hard for him
to read 'tween the lines
and his days are getting so much shorter
he simply turns away
instead of bearing down
his ship is crumbling
his crew is one of clowns
he doesnt care
as long as he can wear the crown
i know this man all too well
its my poor friend me
a portrayal of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history)
its my poor friend me
and im running out of steam
i know there are people
who are cynical and vane
they point their finger
'cuz they can't accept the blame
they live their lives
under a blanket of shame and their progeny
crawl from underneath it
lately i've come
to see the solution
and it begins with me
but i'm so fallibly human
i've picked the lot

2. Thrones Of Blood

The thought of killing entered my mind some time ago.
What possesses an individual to kill.
I have often pondered the thought.
Time and time again.
Now it's clear to me.

They want me to be part of this world they have created.
I say fuck you.
Don't tell me how to live.

Maybe if I eliminate the people.
Who fit this so - called mold.
My pain will finally be released.
And my mind free of thought.

The ax struck hard and fast.
Splitting the skull in two.
She fell instantly.
The blood spewed.
From where her head used to be.
I then struck another blow.

Only the lives of others.
Can quench my harsh reality.

I received much excitement.
From these two blows.
I must continue to strike her corpse.
Once again I ply the tool of my trade.

I proceeded to hack several more times.
A pile of flesh now lies before me.

Unrelenting need to fulfill my lust for death.
I must purge the world of it's filth.

Disorder scars my mind.
With killing fascination.
My tasks are far from done.
Everything must die.

mmmmmm....Suffocation.

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.

Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known.

Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall.

Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave.

- nick drake

The Waitress
So I want to kill this waitress
she's worked her a year longer than I
If I did it fast you know that's an act of kindness
But I believe in peace
I believe in peace, Bitch
I believe in peace
I want to kill this waitress
I can't believe this violence in mind
and is her power all in her club sandwich
I want to kill this killing wish
they're too many stars and not enough sky
Boys all think she's living kindness
ask a fellow waitress
ask a fellow waitress

tori amos, bitch!

In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today

Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch look around this mess

My place has been a cave since she left me
make my way to the kitchen, start the coffee
then dip to the bathroom, begin the triple-s
and wash the previous evening off me
now out the shower, get dry, shove a q-tip in my ear
well, what do we have here?
it appears as if a piece of me has got motivation
ain't nothin' wrong with a little morning masturbation

Fresh, dressed like fifty cents
clean and awake now I'm ready to commence
spark up the caffeine and nicotine binge
and that's pretty much the pattern of how the day begins

And I write for an hour, maybe half hour more
then put on my shoes and grab my key for the door
put my headphones on for this world I ignore
trek down the street towards the record store
"Hey, bro - how you doing, anything new today?"
"Nah man, how you been? it's the same old same again"
"Well, then I'll be gone, friend, I'll see you around"
then I'm out, destination uptown

In the summertime the women wear a lot of skin
and if I sit in one spot I can take 'em all in
sometimes I even talk, to see if I can make one grin
and if not, yo, it's cool I ain't gonna take it personally

From Anne Landers, to Ani DiFranco to Orphan Annie
I love all women, but most of them just can't stand me
I don't know, maybe it's my hair or my clothes
"...or maybe she noticed that you was diggin in you're nose..."

Either way it's okay, I wasn't tryin' to get laid
I just wanted to say "I hope you have a great day"
and then she stopped with a smile that began to blush
"here, take my number, call me up, I'll come over and make you lunch"

I got up and headed down towards the book store
to check the titles, that my man Michael's got me lookin' for
my visit was short, 'cause I just couldn't feel
that cat behind the counter actin' like I'm here to steal
so I dipped back out into a cloud of tattoos
pierced body parts and colorful hairdos
and I questioned, did Babylon resemble this?
are we getting any closer to the end of the list?
a sensuous kiss, placed on apoco-lips
we teach them how to make a fist, but not to resist
and I'm wondering how'd we find this position
but people are people and I still love 'em, especially the women

Onwards to the coffee shop, maybe Muddies for a refill and some sociological studies
see the junkies, while they co-exist with the sobers
all the bugging of eyeballs, the shrugging of shoulders

And that's when I saw her, sippin' on water
I wanna kiss her mom just for having this daughter
excuse me miss, I don't mean to come across strong
but I've been waitin' a while and you've been taking too long

And she smiled and I began to blush
she asked if I'd like to go to the bathroom and make some love
and I got visions of us, and the mirror getting steamed
and that's the very moment I woke up from the dream


Woke up, got up, near eleven o'clock
butt naked except I was wearing my socks
and that's cool, 'cause most the time this floor is cold
stand up and stretch and look for my soul

In tomorrow I see no promise
and yesterday was like today

***

Atmosphere - Like Today

The U.S. Forces give the nod
It's a setback for your country
Bombs and trenches all in rows,
bombs and threats still ask for more
Divided world the CIA,
say, who controls the issue?
You leave us with no time to talk,
you can write your own assessment

Sing me songs of no denying,
seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Now you'll know it when you see it,
eyeless children dogs of war

Now market movements call the shots,
business deals in parking lots
Waiting for the meat of tomorrow

Sing me songs of no denying,
seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

Everyone is too stoned to start emission
People too scared to go to prison
We're unable to make decision
Politicians' party line, "don't cross that floor!"
L. Ron Hubbard can't save your life
Superboy takes a plutonium wife
In the shadow of Ban The Bomb we live

Sing me songs of no denying,
seems to me too many trying
Waiting for the next big thing

We're waiting
We're waiting
We're waiting...

U.S. Forces
Midnight Oil
from the album, 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 (1982)