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Lights Out

2008-01-11T09:58:00.001-08:00

By the Angry Samoans

Forever Young

2008-01-07T06:41:00.000-08:00

From the Letterman Show circa 1993.

Radio Scenewash Rocks!

2007-12-24T08:02:00.000-08:00

What's Playing?

Track at the top of the list is currently playing on the commercial-free version of Radio Scenewash, followed in descending order the nine previous tracks. Rember, here on Radio Scenewash, there is some forty plus hours of no-repeat Music for the New American Patriot.

Your Song

2007-12-03T13:28:00.000-08:00

Elton John at the piano live in 1970 with Your Song.

[ Lyrics - Your Song by Bernie Taupin ]

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Rise Above / American Waste

2007-11-30T08:56:00.000-08:00

Black Flag and Henry Rollins pound out Rise Above and American Waste.

[ Lyrics: Rise Above by Black Flag ]

Jealous cowards try to control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
They distort what we say
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Try and stop what we do
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
When they can't do it themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

Society's arms of control
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Think they're smart, can't think for themselves
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
Laugh at us behind our backs
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I find satisfaction in what they lack
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, but it's no use

We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

We're born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
I am gonna have my chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are born with a chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
And I am gonna have my chance
Rise above, we're gonna rise above
We are tired of your abuse
Try to stop us, it's no use

Rise above
Rise above
Rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above
We're gonna rise above

[ Lyrics: American Waste by Black Flag ]

The worlds got some plans for me
Courthouse, jails and factories
Black and whites on the street
For me for me

I see my place in american waste
Faced with choices I cant take
American waste american waste
On my own I see my fate

On my own on the way out
Small enough its all spelled out
I know what I see what I want
The doors are closed in this maze

I see my place in American waste
Faced with choices I cant take
American waste american waste
On my own I see my fate

Boredom looks for its kicks
Going down on death
I see it coming
I cant do anything

Not for me not for me
I wont end up in the heap
I want out Im free
Burning burning

I see my place in American waste
Faced with choices I cant take
American waste american waste
On my own I see my fate

Down Where We Belong

2007-11-28T13:05:00.000-08:00

Wumpscut at its best.

{ Lyrics: Down Where We Belong by Wumpscut ]

There are two types of men on our mother earth
some have all the luck
some just live in dirt
here are several types of the colour of the skin
but what's crucial is to lose or win
you feel so alive where the eagles cry
and you feel so strong on a mountain high
but in fact you are at his bottom just
his unattainable top seems to be a must
we will stay down
down where we belong

And the rain keeps knocking on our mother earth
and the snow keeps falling is it really worth
to live through this ache and to die at last
when you're predestined and the die is cast
our thoughts are fading in a time that melts
our flesh is fading as we've always felt
but we kid ourselves to meet heaven's feast
to rise up to god and to be released
we will stay down
down where we belong

You belong to us
to the human scrap
which will never win and succumbs in traps
that are set by others with deceitfulness
and you stumble into with thankfulness
no one knows if we are to survive the storm
but i tell you man you are just a worm
just a little error on a hopeless crust
you are sleazy man and
your limbs will rust
we will stay down
down where we belong

Worker's Song

2007-11-23T13:25:00.000-08:00

Dropkick Murphy's charge into Amsterdam show with their Worker's Song.

[ Lyrics: Worker's Song by the Dropkick Murphys ]

Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed

CHORUS:
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?

CHORUS (x3)

All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can

The Good Rats & Amazing Grace

2007-11-23T13:09:00.000-08:00

The Dropkick Murphy's manifest their best with the Good Rats and Amazing Grace

Wake Up And Lose

2007-11-23T12:53:00.000-08:00

The Humpers perform with mischievious energy, their track—Wake Up And Lose.

Lust For Life

2007-11-22T05:28:00.000-08:00

Iggy Pop in a live performance of Lust For Life sometime in the early 1980s.

[ Lyrics: Lust For Life by Iggy Pop ]

Here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And a flesh machine
He's gonna do another strip tease

Hey man, where'd you get that lotion?
I've been hurting since I bought the gimmick
About something called love
Yeah, something called love
Well, that's like hypnotising chickens

Well, I'm just a modern guy
Of course, I've had it in the ear before
'Cause of a lust for life
'Cause of a lust for life

I'm worth a million in prizes
With my torture film
Drive a G.T.O.
Wear a uniform
All on government loan

I'm worth a million in prizes
Yeah, I'm through with sleeping on the sidewalk
No more beating my brains
No more beating my brains
With the liquor and drugs
With the liquor and drugs

Well, I'm just a modern guy
Of course, I've had it in my ear before
'Cause, of a lust for life (lust for life)
'Cause of a lust for life (lust for life, oooo)
I've got a lust for life (oooh)
Got a lust for life (oooh)
Oh, a lust for life (oooh)
Oh, a lust for life (oooh)
A lust for life (oooh)
I got a lust for life (oooh)
Got a lust for life

Well, I'm just a modern guy
Of course, I've had it in my ear before
'Cause I've a lust for life
'Cause I've a lust for life.

Well, here comes Johnny Yen again
With the liquor and drugs
And a flesh machine
I know he's gonna do another strip tease

Hey man, where'd ya get that lotion?
Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick
About something called love
Oh Love, love, love
Well, that's like hypnotising chickens.

Well, I'm just a modern guy
Of course, I've had it in the ear before
And I've a lust for life (lust for life)
'Cause I've a lust for life (lust for life)
Got a lust for life
Yeah, a lust for life
I got a lust for life
Oh, a lust for life
Got a lust for life
Yeah a lust for life
I got a lust for life
Lust for life [repeat and fade]

Nimrod's Son

2007-11-22T05:20:00.000-08:00

Live version of Nimrod's Son by the Pixies in 1986.

[ Lyrics: Nimrod's Son by The Pixies ]

One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead
And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead
My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head
"You are the son of a mother fucker"

One two three four

I shook all night and held her hand
Chocolate people well I'll be damned
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me

Ha-haaa
The joke has come upon me

In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led
And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled
My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said
"You are the son of incestuous union"

One two three

Now my head is clear
My luke hands washed
My daughter's pure
My son is tall
Land of plenty, land of fun
To find out I'm Nimrod's son

Oh bury me
Far away please
Bury me

Ha-ha Ha-ha
The joke has come upon me

Is It You

2007-11-21T09:23:00.000-08:00

Wumpscut's dark sound and dark knowledge in Is It You off the 1997 Embryodead CD.

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[ Lyrics: Is It You by Wumpscut ]
Here in the dark
is no light at all
no orientation
no shadows fall
here in the dark
i reach out for you
sensing fear
have i lost you
is it you

I see no way out
i just hear your voice
it seems so dead
too cold for you
too cold for you to be alive
i hesitate
to trust your voice
sounding so unreal
it sounds like if somebody forces you
is it you

My hand stretches out
now i feel your hand
it is motionless
oh my god it is dead
the light is on now
the devil jeers at me
he drags your corpse across barbed hooks
and takes away my souls with laughter
is it you

Angel

2007-11-21T09:14:00.000-08:00

Wumpscut's dark but soft whisper of a song Angel off the 1997 Embryodead CD.

[ Lyrics: Angel by Wumpscut ]

Angel come to me
To me come to me
Angel belong to me
To me belong to me
Angel you have wings
To fly fly to me
Angel do you doubt
No need to have doubt
Angel feel my love
My love for you
Feel my love for you
Angel carry me
To you to your home to paradise
Angel I would lie for you
For you just for you with my yearning heart
And angel I would die for you
For you just for you with my burning heart
Angel don't feel liable
For me and my pain don't feel liable
Cause angels must be free
High up from this world in eternity
Angel I could clip your wings
To catch all your love to calm your pain
But angel this would be so wrong
You would bleed to death immediately
So angel come to me
Heal my glaring pain voluntarily
I love you

Youth Of America

2007-11-21T08:45:00.000-08:00

Oh say can you see...

The American trio—The Melvins—take a decent swipe at an old anthemic classic by earlier punk sensations The Wipers. This ain't Memorex, Toto, but of course, we are talking about the 1981 guitar-driven purity of Youth of America.

[ Lyrics: Youth of America by The Wipers ]

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go

Youth of America
There's pressure all around
The walls are crumbling down
The walls are coming down on you

It is time we rectify this now
We got to see it now
Got to see it now, now, now

They attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to feel this now
Got to feel now, now, now

It is time we rectify this now
We got to heal it now
Got to heal it now, now, now

Youth of America
Is living in the jungle
Fighting for survival
But there's no place to go
No place to go
No place to go

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
Now there's no place left to go
Got to get off of this rot
Do you want to be born here again?
I don't want to be born here again
This just ain't no existence
Beware of those guys in disguese
We're living in the jungle fighting for survival
Can't wait much longer
Hurry
They'll attack you from the right side
Down the left side
Down the middle till you don't know who you are
Stay around, think it don't really matters
There trying to put you 6 feet under the ground

It is time we rectify this now
We got to hear it now
Got to hear it now, now, now

Youth of America
Youth of America
Youth, youth, youth, youth, youth

Youth of America
Youth of America
You, you, you, you, you

I Know What Boys Like

2007-11-21T08:34:00.000-08:00

One of the most defining, buy hardly trifling songs of the early 1980s new wave generation, here are the campy set known as The Waitresses singing their classic I Know What Boys Like. Their lead singer Patty Donahue died of lung cancer at age of 40 in 1996.

[Lyrics: I Know What Boys Like by The Waitresses ]

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys like

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I see them looking

I make them want me
I like to tease them
They want to touch me
I never let them

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like, boys
like, boys like me

But you, you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
Mmmmm would you like that
I might let you

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I liow what boys like
I know what's on their minds

I what what boya like
I know what guys want
They talk about me

I got my cat moves
That so upset them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them

I know what buys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like,
boys like, boys like me
Na, na, nya, nya, nya, nya..............

I feel sad now
I will let you
Sorry I teased you
I will let you
This time I mean it
I wil1 let you
Anything you want
You can trust me
I really want to
You can trust me
How would you like it
You can trust me

Sucker. Hmmmmm....

I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like, boys
like, boys like me

Gny, nya, gna nyah nya...........

Not Now, Not Here

2007-11-21T08:25:00.000-08:00

The Fair Sex in a live performance video with their definitive electronic goth hit Not Now, Not Here dubbed in.

[ Lyrics: Not Now, Not Here by The Fair Sex ]

Until some terrible things happen
we do not care
But when it is us who are caught
we shout and blare:
Not now! Not here! Not me!
hardship, keep out off here!
until some serious things happen
we just go on
we think we remain unscathed
we just go on
until too shocking a thing happens
we just can't fail
"Don't take me, take anyone but me"!
we're going to wail then
Not now! Not here! Not me!
hardship, keep out off here!
on thin ice we dare a careless dance
we don't know when the thin walls break
we don't know what behind them waits
we don't know how to stay unscathed
but we do know that we'd better be a

Blues From A Gun

2007-11-21T08:19:00.000-08:00

Rough footage of the controversial The Jesus & Mary Chain Scottish sibling group performing Blues From A Gun off the 1989 "Automatic" LP, their third release.

[ Lyrics: Blues From A Gun by The Jesus and the Mary Chain ]

I don't care about the state of my hair
I got something out of nothing
That just wasn't there
And your kiss kiss kiss
Is never gonna blow me away
Dreams of escape keep me awake
I'm never gonna get out and make it away
I'm a stone dead tripper
Dying in a fantasy
Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die
Don't split it scrape it
You're screaming automatic pain
Too young kid you're gonna get hit
Looks like your never gonna make it
Off the government list
I don't mind about the state of my mind
But you know it's good for nothing
And I left you behind
It's a sick sick city
But it's never gonna make me insane
If you're talking for real
Then go cut a deal
You're facing up to living out
The way that you feel
And you shake shake shake
'Cause you know you'll never make it away
Well I guess that's why I've always
Got the blues

Her Way Of Praying

2007-11-21T08:08:00.000-08:00

Rough footage of the controversial The Jesus & Mary Chain Scottish sibling group performing Her Way Of Praying off the 1989 "Automatic" LP, their third release.

[ Lyrics: Her Way Of Praying by The Jesus And Mary Chain ]

Fall to her call on a Saturday night
She's got the hip dippin' trick of all time done right
She's got her lips sticking tight to her find tonight
She's keeping time keeping time with the mystery rhyme

And she's crazy to want me to taunt me

Deep on the scene she is waiting for me
Like a sin scraping skin she is screaming for me
Hope in hope in the sky she is talking to me
She's keeping time keeping time with the image of me

And she's crazy to want me to taunt me

It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of saying a prayer for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to God for me
It's her way of talking to jesus christ
It's her way of talking to jesus hey

Talking to you now
And I just can't take it anyhow
Talking about your prayer
And I just can't take it anyway
Anyhow I see it
Any kind of way she tells me
All the things I'm trying
Honey ???

Scapegoat Revolution

2007-11-21T07:19:00.000-08:00

Video performance by the Heirderoosjes. Hit song Scapegoat Revolution.

[ Lyrics: Scapegoat Revolution by Heideroosjes ]

This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution

Sixteen, I hated to be
Sixteen, low self-esteem and
Sixteen, I wanted to be
Eighteen, things went better
Eighteen, I will remember all my life

Sixteen, always picked on
Sixteen, insecure and
Sixteen, but tiny man turned
Eighteen, I learned to enjoy
Eighteen, I will remember all my life

This is a scapegoat revolution
This is a scapegoat revolution

Sixty, I hope I will turn
Sixty, gray not deaf but
Sixty, slowly walk to
Eighty, in good condition
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life

Sixty, one day I’ll be
Sixty, bald and fat and
Sixty, easy going
Eighty, satisfied and
Eighty, smiling back at my passed life

Sinema

2007-11-21T07:14:00.000-08:00

Live! Heideroosjes perform their kinetic best with Sinema.

[ Lyrics: Sinema by Heiderosjes ]

Pride, Porn ‘n Prejudice

Come on folks the show begins
A movie full of whores ‘n pimps
Turn out the lights ‘n start the reel
Check out who’s the imbecile

Come on folks just come right in
To the weirdest place you’ve ever been
Get your tickets at the door
You’ve never seen such filth before

Welcome!
Welcome to the SINema
Welcome!

Hey you kids, just dig around
Show the host what you just found
Don’t you fear, just bring it in
There’s room enough in the house of sin

I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie in this SINema
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie
I don’t like the movie in this SINema

Where’s Stallone or Spiderman
I didn’t see this scene in Cannes
Where is Chan or Superman
Save us all…

Welcome, welcome to the SINema
Sit back, relax, enjoy the show!
Welcome!

Burning Season

2007-11-20T05:43:00.000-08:00

Burning Season by Faith and the Muse, an underground band composed of two musicians, Monica Richards and William Faith. They are well-regarded in the gothic music scene as innovators and icons.

[ Lyrics: Burning Season by Faith and the Muse ]

I'm having a weak moment A moment that may not end
Lonely in my own skin
Everything is changing Everything seems changed
As if quietly replaced by something souless
Burn It Down
What happened to the spirit - with all its endless strength
Did they swallow her up and put me in her place
Did I grow within my shadow or simply melt around myself -
The human put back on the shelf.
Burn It Down
(I have seen through the eyes of the opposition.
The one who defines my failure
At touching that place in the heart
Where emotions bow their heads in wonder.
(Effortless Oracle - Keeper of Mysteries.)
You have encountered me, familiar with my immediacy:
In a wisp of melody, a neglected phrase unexpectedly heartfelt...
In this world I may tap you on the shoulder.

Ignite
Burning Down your Effigies
Ignite
Burning Down the Seems of Change
I inhabit that one region where the mind enthralls and lulls the image
Where my youth and life and bloom are forever fervent,
Where my eyes ignite with existence,
We are all of us a moment
Our lives a simple sum

Rock And Roll Music

2007-11-20T05:27:00.000-08:00

Not to be outdone by the young pups of history, hee we have Etta James and Chuck Berry, and you can find others such as Keith Richards, chiming in on stage to kick out this old Berry standard—Rock And Roll Music.

James was born in Waltham Chase, Southampton to an unmarried 16-year-old black mother, Dorothy Hawkins. She claimed that her mother told her that her father was the white Rudolph "Minnesota Fats" Wanderone, and that they received financial support from him on the condition that they keep his paternity a secret.

[ Lyrics: Rock And Roll Music by Chuck Berry ]

Just let me hear some of that
Rock and roll music,
Any old way you choose it;
Its got a back beat, you cant lose it,
Any old time you use it.
Its gotta be rock and roll music,
If you want to dance with me,
If you want to dance with me.

Ive got no kick againt modern jazz,
Unless they try to play it too darn fast;
And change the beauty of the melody,
Until they sounded like a symphony,
Thats why I go for that
Rock and roll music ...

I took my loved one over cross the tracks
So she can hear my man await a sax,
I must admit the have a rockin band,
Man they were going like a hurricane
Thats why I go for that
Rock and roll music .....

Way down south they gave a jubilee,
The jockey folks they had a jamboree,
Theyre drinkin homebrew from a water cup,
The folks dancin they all got shook up
And started playin that
Rock and roll music ....

Dont care to hear em play a tango,
Im in the mood to dig a mambo;
Its way to early for a congo,
So keep a rockin that piano
So I can hear some of that
Rock and roll music ...

i'd Rather Go Blind

2007-11-20T05:19:00.000-08:00

Live with Dr. John, this version of I'd Rather Go Blind by Etta James, who first recorded the tune back in 1967, and has subsequently become regarded as a blues and soul classic. According to Etta James in her autobiography Rage To Survive, she heard the song outlined by her friend Ellington "Fugi" Jordan when she visited him in prison.

She then wrote the rest of the song with Jordan, but for tax reasons gave her songwriting credit to her partner at the time, Billy Foster.

[ Lyrics: I'd Rather Go Blind by Ellington Jordan ]

Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talkin'
Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl'
When I saw you and that girl walkin' around

Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no

Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free, no

Whoo, whoo, I was just, I was just, I was just
Sittin here thinkin', of your kiss and your warm embrace, yeah
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face, yeah

Whoo and baby, baby, I'd rather, I'd rather be blind, boy
Then to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah
Whoo, baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind...

Burn

2007-11-20T05:06:00.000-08:00

Burn by Dope from the definitive 2005 American Apathy CD. Like all of Dope's releases, there is a definitive cheese-factor here. The overuse of the "F" word is just one prime example. But, once you can get past that, there is an album here that is instantly enjoyable. A bit brainless, yes, but it works. Opening with a passage from the bible of Dubya, "I'm Back" aims to prove that Dope are far from dead.

[ Lyrics: Burn by Dope ]

We don't know what to believe
We only go by the t.v.
I don't know but I will fight
I won't let my brothers die

Stand up
Stand tall
All for one and one for all

Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers down
Kill the fucking enemy
Kill the fucking enemy
Burn burn burn the mother fuckers to the ground

I cannot hide from your disease
The more you die the more I breathe
I won't go blind for your lies
I will not die, you will die

Stand up
Stand tall

Hit em now and we watch em fall

Burn burn burn mother fucker

Steelrose

2007-11-20T04:58:00.000-08:00

Steelrose by Project Pitchfork was issued as a maxi-single. Good techno beats mixed with a goth sound. Nothing new or groundbreaking, but this is definitely a great single.

[ Lyrics: Steelrose by Project Pitchfork ]

steelrose
without sense
glowing in red
scorching my hands
steelrose
restricted rights
scorched soul
my heart ignites
too much pain
too much utilize
too much time
too much sacrifice
Steelrose - vanity overdose
steelrose
thorns like razorblades
cut me deep
my blood shall be the water
which annihilates the flame
steelrose
blood smeared hands
red becomes black
I will be the Ice
which crushes your might
don't you understand
I gave my heart in your hand

Love Never Dies, Part 1

2007-11-19T08:16:00.000-08:00

Apoptygma Berzerk beats out another anthem that just won't quit once it gets in the head. Love Never Dies, Part 1 was originally recorded for the 1996 CD entitled 7.

[ Lyrics: Love Never Dies, Part 1, Apoptygma Berzerk ]

Forever in your arms, you said, forever in my heart My love for you will make us both climb higher Driven by the power that is burning in our hearts You know my faith in you will keep us together

Forever in your arms you said, forever in my heart My love for you will make us both climb higher I sense your presence in this room, I feel that you are near You hold me close and whisper, "Love is forever"

Love is forever...
Love never dies...

Mourn

2007-11-19T08:07:00.000-08:00

Apoptygma Berzerk turns in another killer track. Mourn was originally recorded for the 1996 CD entitled 7.

[ Lyrics: Mourn by Apoptygma Berzerk ]

Lost in the depths, the depths of your eyes
I couldn't resist, why should I?
I want to relax, I want to feel free
I want to be you, you want to be me

I look at you, I look at your face
Reach for my hand, just in case
Forever with you, you mourn i can see
Now I am you, do you want to be me?

Why are you always hiding?
Why are you always mourning?

Unicorn

2007-11-19T07:55:00.000-08:00

Unicorn is another amzingly tricked out but very clean melody by Norway's Apoptygma Berzerk off the 2002 Harmonizer CD.

[ Lyrics: Unicorn by Apoptygma Berzerk ]

You hold the candle I once lit
You shine your light
When you forgive I cry
You run your fingers through my hair
And tell me it's worthwhile, it's all worthwhile

Even when I hate myself
Even when I feel your pain
when you cry
Even when my heart is cold
You assure me it's worthwhile, it´s all worthwhile

You see what can't be seen
You repair the damage done to me..

Until The End of The World

2007-11-19T07:38:00.000-08:00

A delightfully upbeat electronic steamer from Apoptygma Berzerk off the equally bottomless Harmonizer CD released in 2002. Thee are few if any weak notes on this eleven song production. If you have any sensitivity to the electronica genre (and thus are not a cynical and jaded metal head), I predict you and nearly anyone you lends an ear will find the sublimely uplifting sounds from this Norwegian group a very pleasant experience.

[ Lyrics: Until The End of the World ]

I'll wait for you until the end of the world

All the weights that keep me down
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing

Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away

All the weights that keep me down
Seem heavier than before
They hit me in my face
Though you feel nothing

Only time will heal you say
Your word's not therapy
That half of me is gone
My dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
That half of me is gone, my dearest treasure torn away

I'll stick with you until the end of the world
I cry out loud but you hear nothing
I'll wait for you until the end of the world
My dearest treasure torn away

Plastic Surgeon Hall of Fame

2007-11-18T19:53:00.000-08:00

Schoolyard Heroessuits up to take us into the reality of fear with this version of Plastic Surgeon Hall of Fame

[ Lyrics: The Plastic Surgery Hall Of Fame by Schoolyard Heroes ]

(FIRST VERSE)
15 minutes is much too generous for a girl with a cripled smile.
She walks, suffering with none of the benefits.
She will be your plague tonight.
30 seconds is all we're giving her. Any more and the time has passed.
____ shatters like broken glass, with lips like murder and a mouth like trash.

(PRE-CHORUS)
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
YOU'RE SO PRETTY AND YOU'RE SO...

(CHORUS)
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Look at what they've done to us.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Inside out, they've drawn their blood.

(2ND VERSE)
15 minutes is much too generous. Pretty faces sewn into a mess.
Blink and you miss like you had to attend
The judge got blisters burning in your hand.
Soft-spoken and built for deception. ____ smiles make a __________.
_____ religion, give it over to the scientists.
Now your face is pressing modern age.

(PRE-CHORUS)
(All the boys are singing)
Cut, cut, cut.
(And all the girls are screaming)
Sew me up
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
YOU'RE SO PRETTY AND YOU'RE SO DEAD.

(CHROUS)
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Look at what they've done to us.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Inside out, they've drawn their blood.

(PRE-CHORUS)
(All the boys are singing)
Cut, cut, cut.
(And all the girls are screaming)
Sew me up
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
YOU'RE SO PRETTY AND YOU'RE SO...

(CHORUS)
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Look at what they've done to us.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
You're so pretty and you're so dead.
Inside out, they've drawn their blood.

Make Me Believe

2007-11-18T19:48:00.000-08:00

Slick Idiot turns in another raunchy performance with Make Me Believe.

A Scream In The Air, So Powerful And Brave,
Neither Beautiful Nor Sexy, It Is Far Too Real.
I Don't Remember Sinking The Eight Ball,
I Don't Remember Winning Or Losing It All.
Want To Seduce Me, Stop Enlarging The Hype,
(Long) Felt That I Ought To Be Pissed But I Let It Slide.
You Will Find Out What It All Means,
Whether It's Worth It To Dodge Constantly.
Make Me, Make Me, Make Me Believe !!
We Are Experimental, Unpredictable And Not Very Talented Indeed.
Just So Off Target, You Need Much To Much
Instant Connection And Sensual Touch.
Have You Surrendered And Are You Feeling Raw ?
Demise Is Imminent, It's Your Time To Withdraw.
You Will Find Out What It All Means,
Whether It's Worth It To Dodge Constantly.
Make Me, Make Me, Make Me Believe !! Make Me, Make Me !!

Blast

2007-11-18T19:43:00.000-08:00

Slick Idiot and a live version of Blast. Not as powerful as the studio track, but worth a watch.

{ Lyrics: Blast by Slick Idiot ]

Nobody Gives A Damn And Neither Do I,
That's The Way It Goes And That's The Way We Die !!

Feel The Sparks In The Night My Baby,
Slip Into The Heat I Will Be There.

I'm Your Candyman, Come On And Take My Hand,
I 'll Lead You Out Of The Dark, Back Into Light Again.

Feel The Need To Cry Out Baby,
Tears Will Fall, But They Don't Really Count.

It's Now Or Never, Round And Round Here We Go,
Come Softly To Me, Stick With Me, Let Me Know.

I've Got A Big, Fat Blast
Beyond Your Imagination.
I've Got A Big, Fat Blast
Life Will Never Be The Same.
I Love The Sweetest Things,
Against Your Regulation.
I've Got A Big, Fat Blast
I'm Enjoying All The Way !!
All The Way !!

I'm Your Darkest Trance, And It Will Make You Dance,
I Have You In My Grasp, You Want To Make It Last.

Come And Run Away My Baby,
Today Will Be The Day It All Begins.

It's Now Or Never, Round And Round Here We Go,
Come Softly To Me, Stick With Me, Let Me Know.

Two Cat Stevens Songs

2007-11-18T19:26:00.000-08:00

Cat Stevens in concert performs first Miles From Nowhere, then the pensive "Father and Son" both from the Tea For The Tillerman LP released in 1970.

[ Lyrics: Cat Stevens, Miles From Nowhere ]

Miles from nowhere
I guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there

Look up at the mountain
I have to climb
Oh yeah, to reach there.

Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end

Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there

I creep through the valleys
And I grope through the woods
'cause I know when I find it my honey
It's gonna make me feel good

I love everything
So don't it make you feel sad
'cause I'll drink to you, my baby
I'll think to that, I'll think to that.

Miles from nowhere
Not a soul in sight
Oh yeah, but it's alright

I have my freedom
I can make my own rules
Oh yeah, the ones that I choose

Lord my body has been a good friend
But I won't need it when I reach the end

Miles from nowhere
Guess I'll take my time
Oh yeah, to reach there.

... | ...

[ Lyrics: Cat Stevens, Father and Son ]

FATHER:
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

SON:
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

FATHER:
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

SON:
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Sad Lisa

2007-11-18T19:06:00.001-08:00

British singer and songwriter Cat Stevens before he became Yusuf Islam. Sad Lisa is off the phenomenal double platininum 1970 Tea For The Tillerman LP.

[ Lyrics by Cat Stevens, Sad Lisa ]

She hangs her head and, cries on my shiiirt. .
She must be hurt very baaadly.
Tell me what!'s making you saadly?..
Open your door, don't hide in the dark...
You're lost in the dark, you can truust me.
'Cause you know that!'s how it must beee..

Lisa Lisaa, sad Lisa Lisaa..

Her eyes like windows, tricklin' raain...
Upon her pain getting deeper..
Though my love wants to relieve heer..
She walks alone from wall to waall..
Lost in a hall, she can't hear me!
Though I know she likes to be near meee...

Lisa Lisaa, sad Lisa Lisaaa...

(music.......violin)

She sits in a corner, byy the dooor. ..
There must be more I can teell her...
If she reeeeally wants me to help her...
I'll do what I can to show her the way...
And maybe one day I will free! her.
Though I know no one can see her...

Lisa Lisaa, sad Lisa Lisaa..

World War III

2007-11-16T06:08:00.000-08:00

KMFDM has been around the circuit for longer those most, founded in Paris, France on February 29, 1984 as a joint effort between Sasha Konietzko and German painter/multi-media performer Udo Sturm to perform for the opening of an exhibition of young European artists at the Grand Palaisbut with this record reinvents itself as one of the ultimate slamming industrial dance brigades ever to release a full length CD. Here we have the "take no prisoners" 2003 smash—World War III—off its megablast CD of the same name.

Current band membership includes Sascha Konietzko, his wife Lucia Cifarelli, Jules Hodgson, Steve White, and Andy Selway.

{ Lyrics: World War III by KMFDM }

I declare war on the world
War in outer space
I declare war in a nutshell
War all over the place

I declare war on every government
War against all odds
I declare war on your inner sanctum
On your bloodthirsty gods

War on the axis of morons
All out war on complacent consent
I declare war on the war against drugs
Rape and slaughter of the innocent

War on Big Brother
Warmongers and profiteers
War on your Dogma Dubya
Armageddon's engineers

War in a heartbeat
I declare war on so-called civilization
World trade globalization
Organized desinformation

War on ambassadors of pretense
War on MTV and CCN
Macdonald's Walt Disney and Bethlehem
On Christina Britney and Eminem

I declare war on the world of anti-choice
On violent unilaterality
On the amassment of
murderous high-tech toys
And all crimes against humanity

War on the moral majority
On corporate.com imperialism
On mindlessly bumbling stupidity
And police-state terrorism

World War Three - be all that you can be

Nights In White Satin

2007-11-15T22:23:00.000-08:00

Who cannot watch when the banshee-like band called The Dickies plunge head first into this Moody Blues classic. A punk rock group formed in 1977, they were amongst the first punk rock bands to emerge from Los Angeles, the first California punk band to appear on network television and the first California punk band to be signed to a major record label (instead of an independent label.)

The Dickies' style was campy and humorous with obvious influences from the Ramones (for whom they sometimes opened).

[Lyrics: Nights in White Satin }

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

And now, how about a look at the original track by the majestic Moody Blues.

Hey Hey My My

2007-11-15T22:17:00.000-08:00

Neil Young with Crazy Horse kicking live with a traditional version of Hey Hey, My My from the 1979 LP Rust Never Sleeps. This controlled scorch of an anthem is a gutteral reaction to the cold nihilism of the fledgling punk movement then sweeping the land, thanks to seminal bands then storming out of the UK, bands like the Sex Pistols with their frontman Johnny Rotten, memorialized here in the lyrics by Young.

{ Lyrics: Hey Hey My My by Neil Young ]

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.

Out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this, but they give you that
And once you’re gone, you can’t come back
When you’re out of the blue and into the black.

The king is gone but he’s not forgotten
Is this the story of johnny rotten?
It’s better to burn out ’cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten.

Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There’s more to the picture
Than meets the eye.

Like A Hurricane

2007-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:00

Neil Young blew me away the first time I heard Like A Hurricane. Working there for months surveying the land for water and sewer trunk lines, I had recently met a young woman from Dublin, GA, and had fallen madly in love with her. But I lived some 160 miles away in Marietta, a NW suburb of Atlanta. She was a bodacious girl who at 22 was finishing up the first of three marriages she would race through by the time she was twenty-five, climbing the ladder of small-town society. I never had a real shot. While she never knew it, this was "our" song, and I rarely ever hear it without thinking of that girl from Laurens County...

A tearjerker in every way.

The Official Neil Young website.

[ Lyris: Like A Hurricane by Neil Young ]

Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.

Blowing In The Wind (Neil Young)

2007-11-15T22:08:00.000-08:00

Blowing In The Wind by the phenominal Neil Young and Crazy Horse

Blowing In The Wind

2007-11-15T21:59:00.000-08:00

Needs no introduction, requires no commentary. Bob Dylan and Joan Baez.

This is Dylan in 1971, obviously a bit freer in his delivery.

A Change Is Gonna Come

2007-11-15T21:54:00.000-08:00

Sam Cooke, with his crystalizing A Change Is Gonna Come accompanies this Black History Tribute.

I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I've been running ever since
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

It's been too hard living but I'm afraid to die
Cause I don't know what's up there beyond the sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

I go to the movie and I go downtown
somebody keep telling me don't hang around
It's been a long, a long time coming
[A Change Is Gonna Come lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knocking me
Back down on my knees

Ohhhhhhhhh.....

There been times that I thought I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

Body Burn

2007-11-15T21:47:00.000-08:00

Body Burn is the breakout track for Cubanate.

So little time to tell you
So little time to tell you how I feel
I wanna live I wanna live to see your body beat
I wanna live I wanna live to see your body burn body burn
It's now or never I'm on the edge of my nerves
It's now or never I'm on the edge of my nerves
I wanna live I wanna live to see your body beat
I wanna live I wanna live to see your body burn body burn
I'm burning up I'm burning up
Body burn body burn
No pain no gain no pain no gain
Feel the heat heat feel the heat
Burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm burning I'm
Body burn body burn
I'm burning up I'm bleeding I'm bleeding I'm burning up
Feel the heat I'm burning up
I'm gonna burn you up

Oxyacetylene

2007-11-15T21:42:00.000-08:00

Cubanate blows past us with Oxyacetylene.

You move into my line of fire
Move into my line of fire
I need to know
I need to see you
Move into my line of fire

I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make your beauty
On my skin like oxyacetylene
Steel yourself for me

The weathers cold the news is grim
I'm under pressure
I won't give in
There's blood on the windows
And ice on the sheets
You better steel yourself give in

I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make your beauty
On my skin like oxyacetylene
Steel yourself for me

Your little hands reaching high
Your little hands reach for the sky

I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make you pay
I'm gonna break you
I'm gonna make your beauty
On my skin like oxyacetylene
Give in

Decanonized

2007-11-15T21:32:00.000-08:00

Decanonized by Kill Swich Klick. Much weaker than the CD version, but a requisite pounding if you are a devotee of industrial sound. Actually, KSK, in the tradition of the genre has released several versions of this track on different compilations, so this live arrangement is just another blast to outlast.

But if you are itching for a terrific version of this song set within a terrific, unquestionably equipped CD, check out BEAT IT TO FIT, PAINT IT TO MATCH, released in 1995. Believers will not be disappointed.

[ Lyrics: Decanonized by Kill Switch Klick ]

One for the money two for the show
Down on your knees for the evangelistic gigolo
I've got the power to set you free
If you give all your money and your soul to me

Decanonized

Well I sold you Christ as advertised

Decanonized

Between the sheets between the lies

Decanonized

Well my second coming is now televised

Decanonized

When I say what I say what I say
Now can't you feel my God is real
Can't you understand don't you crave my sex appeal
You can afford hypocrisy
You'll pay the price as I do what I please

Der Sheriff

2007-11-15T21:12:00.000-08:00

DAF in theirDer Mussolini.

geh in die knie. wackle mit den hueften. klatsch
in die haende. und tanz den mussolini. tanz den
adolf hitler. beweg deinen hintern. und tanz den
jesus christus.

get up. shake your hips. clap your hands. and dance
the mussolini. dance the adolf hitler. move your
ass. and dance the jesus christ.)

Iron Man

2007-11-15T21:02:00.000-08:00

Die Krupps, heavy, fast-paced industrialized rock at its finest, give us their crushing version of Iron Man.

Go shed the old skin -
for the new skin
transgression
let the old flesh -
rotten to trash
resurrection
seize the old laws
riddled by flaws
perfection
open your mind
don't stay behind
progression
weakness - these days are over
old flesh - replaced by shiny armour
new thoughts - the mind expanding
real tasks - that are demanding

this body is invincible
perfection is the principle

feel the clockwork
of the new heart
precision
feed the engine
of your bloodstream
recondition
move your muscles
like a machine
direction
give your life
a new dimension
extension

To The Hilt

2007-11-15T20:58:00.000-08:00

Die Krupps bang out To The Hilt.

Woke up - still in a dream
nothing's the same
can't pronounce my name
I open my mouth
words come out
that make no sense
for a stranger's ear
in a foreign language
in a foreign land
now I'm an alien
on a different planet
it makes it clear - I understand
we are all strangers - in a foreign land

burn the bridges
forge ahead
to the hilt

back home I feel insane
nothing's the same
except for my name
I open my mouth
words come out
that make no sense
for my lover's ear
in my native language
in my native land
I'm still the alien
on a different planet
it makes it clear - I understand
I am a stranger - in my own land

Real Wild Child

2007-11-15T20:49:00.000-08:00

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts doing Real Wild Child.

(okeefe/greenan/owens)

Well Im just outa school
Like Im real real cool
Gotta dance like a fool
Got the message that I gotta be
A wild one
Ooh yeah Im a wild one

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep em movin wild
Gonna keep a swingin baby
Im a real wild child

Well, Im a real wild one
An I like a wild fun
In a world gone crazy
Everything seems hazy
Im a wild one
Ooh yeah Im a wild one

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep em movin wild
Gonna keep a swingin baby
Im a real wild child

Well Im just outa school
Like Im real real cool
Gotta dance like a fool
Got the message that I gotta be
A wild one
Ooh yeah Im a wild one

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep em movin wild
Gonna keep a swingin baby
Im a real wild child

Im a wild one
Ooh yeah
Im a wild one
Oh yeah
Im a wild one
Oh baby
Im a wild one

Gotta break it loose
Gonna keep em movin wild
Gonna keep a swingin baby
Im a real wild child

Fake Friends

2007-11-15T20:45:00.000-08:00

Joan Jett & the Blackhearts wing it with Fake Friends.

Lyrics (Joan Jett/Kenny Laguna)

When you were down they were never there
When you're all alone you really get to learn
If you get back up they gonna come around
All the sycophants they love to make romance
To the ugly sound of 'em tellin' you what you
Wanna hear an' you pretend

Cuz they all agree you're supposed to have a better life
But you're feelin' worse
An' they build you up till you fool yourself that you're
Something else an' it's like a curse cause
You can't live up to what they made of you
An' they tell you that you're losin' friends

Losin' friends, losin' friends
Ya got nothin to lose
Ya don't lose when you lose fake friends

Ya go an tell 'em you were king of the hill
When ya need a hand - that was yesterday
Ya see 'em laugh while you're on your knees
An' it breaks your heart cuz ya gave so much
An' ya can't believe that ya hit the gound an'
Ya notice ya been losin' friends

Losin' friends, losin' friends
Ya got nothin to lose
Ya don't lose when you lose fake friends

Oh Bondage, Up Yours

2007-11-15T20:38:00.000-08:00

X-Ray Spex deliver on this live shoot of Oh Bondage, Up Yours.

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Thrash me crash me
Beat me till I fall
I wanna be a victim
For you all

Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Poly Styrene and X-Ray Spex

2007-11-15T20:32:00.000-08:00

Short documentary on Poly and the Spex.

I Am A Poseur

2007-11-15T20:25:00.000-08:00

Punk rock pioneers X-Ray Spex with Poly Strene do it again,, this time getting at the heart of matters, with I Am A Poseur.

I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare
I am a poseur and I don't care
I like to make people stare

Exhibition is the name
Voyeurism is the game
Stereoscopic is the show
Viewing time makes it grow

My facade is just a fake
Shock horror no escape
Sensationalism for the feed
Caricatures are what you breed

Anti-art was the start
Establishments like a laugh
Yes we're very entertaining
Overtones can be betraying

Identity

2007-11-15T20:21:00.000-08:00

X-Ray Spex and Poly Styrene in 1977, punk forebears, singing Identity.

Identity is the crisis can't you see
Identity identity

When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. Screen
Do you see yourself in the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream

When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it

Day the World Turned Day-Glo

2007-11-15T20:11:00.000-08:00

Pimping this slide show homage to the Women of 1970s punk rock is the X-Ray Spex and Poly Styrene belting out their smash—Day the World Turned Day-Glo (1978).

I clambered over mounds and mounds
Of polystyrene foam
Then fell into a swimming pool
Filled with fairy snow

And watched the world turn
Day-glo you know you know
The world turned day-glo you know

I wrenched the nylon curtains back
As far as they would go
Then peered through perspex window panes
At the acrylic road

I drove my polypropolene car
On wheels of sponge
Then pulled into a wimpy bar
To have a rubber bun

The x-rays were penetrating
Through the latex breeze
Synthetic fibre see-thru leaves
Fell from the rayon trees

Wendy O. Williams

2007-11-15T20:01:00.000-08:00

The Plasmatics were the most outrageous in an an of outrageous punk rock bands. I saw one of two of these Tom Snyder shows where WEndy and her band blasted out the Masterplan. Unfortunately for vegetarian, soft-spoken Wendy, she later suffered deep bouts of depression and eventually took her own life.

Punk Rock Girls

2007-11-15T12:44:00.000-08:00

By the Queers.

Leather jackets, stupid boyfriends,
poor report cards, life is just a ball
Hi- top Chucks and bubblegum and oh my gosh I'd
love to love them all
They're so cool their style is never cramped
Too much of everything and everyone is amped
Well, don't get hot and bothered
listen, I know I got problems
I also know just what this goofy world needs

Yummy yummy punk rock girls
I wish they all were punk rock girls

The smartest of the smartest and the sweetest of
the sweetest, they're the most
Me and Dr. Frank have both decided that we love
them more than toast
I wish they'd let me share their bubblegum
And let me hang with them and life would be so fun
I should be sedated cuz my heart is all inflated
I guess I gotta get me one or two

[Chorus]

I don't know where I'm going, but I know just
where I'd like to be
With my punk rock girlfriend kissing me
Let's go

Franco Un-American

2007-11-15T12:39:00.000-08:00

More from the Fat Wreck crew of NoFX.

I never thought about the universe, it made me feel small
Never thought about the problems of this planet at all
Global warming, radio-active sites
Imperialistic wrongs and animal rights! No!

Why think of all the bad things when life is so good?
Why help with an 'am' when there's always a 'could'?
Let the whales worry about the poisons in the sea
Outside of California, it's foreign policy

I don't want changes, I have no reactions
Your dilemmas are my distractions

That's no way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco, Franco Un-American

I never looked around, never second-guessed
Then I read some Howard Zinn now I'm always depressed
And now I can't sleep from years of apathy
All because I read a little Noam Chomsky

I'm eating vegetation, 'cause of Fast Food Nation
I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes 'cause of globalization
I'm watching Michael Moore expose the awful truth
I'm listening to Public Enemy and Reagan Youth

I see no world peace 'cause of zealous armed forces
I eat no breath-mints 'cause they're from de-hoofed horses
Now I can't believe; what an absolute failure
The president's laughing 'cause we voted for Nader

That's no way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
No way to go, Franco Un-American
Where can we go, Franco Un-American

I want to move north and be a Canadian
Or hang down low with the nice Australians
I don't want to be another "I-don't-care"-ican
What are we gonna do Franco, Franco Un-American

The Separation Of Church And Skate

2007-11-15T12:30:00.000-08:00

NoFX gives good video. Here's one truncated version where the heels meet the pavement of good ole punk rock. Off the 2003 CD War on Errorism.

[Father:] Hey Kids!
[Kids:] Hey Dad!
[Father:] What'da want to do today?
[Kids:] We don't know.
[Father:] Wanna go to the matinee?
[Kids:] NO!
[Father:] Wanna go to the Amusement Park?
[Kids:] NO!
[Father:] Wanna go to the punk rock show?
[Kids:] Yeah! Let's go to the punk rock show!

Lost in a sea of combat boots,
flush the bouncers with wasted youth
When did punk rock become so safe?
When did the scene become a joke?
The kids who used to live for beer and speed
now want their fries and coke
Cursing and flipping birds are not allowed,
in fact let's keep noise levels down

Must separate the church and skate!

Why don't we put pads on the kids?
Helmets, head gear and mouth pieces!
Then we could pad the floor and walls,
Put cameras inside bathroom stalls
We make sure only nice bands play,
Make every show a matinee
Teach kids to be all they can be,
and we could sing my country tis of thee
sweet land of liberty

When did punk rock become so safe?
I know it wasn't Duane or Fletcher,
Who put up the barricades
Like a stake in the heart,
Somehow we got driven apart

[solo]

I want conflict! I want dissent!
I want the scene to represent...
Our hatred of authority,
Our fight against complacency
Stop singing songs about girls and love!
You killed the owl! You freed the dove!
Confrontation and politics...
Replaced with harmonies and shticks
When did punk rock become so tame?
These fucking bands all sound the same
We want our fights we want our thugs!
We want our burns we want our drugs!
where is the violent apathy?!
These fucking records are rated G!

When did punk rock become so safe?!

The Brews

2007-11-15T12:26:00.000-08:00

Here's a live version of NoFX doing The Brews

Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manishevitz
Goin' out to terrorize Goyem
Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas
As long as we're home by Saturday mornin
Cause hey, we're the Brews
Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

Orthopedic, Dr. Martins good for
Waffle making, kickin' through the shin
Reputation, gained through intimidation
Pacifism no longer tradition

Cause hey we're the Brews
Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the Brews
The fairfax ghetto boys skinhead Hebrews

We got the might, psycho mashuganas
We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones
Chutspah, we battle then we feast
We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat

We're the Brews
Sportin' anti-swastika tattoos
Oi Oi we're the boys
Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois

[This is what some of the Jewish terms mean:]
[Manashevitz = Cheap wine Jews stereotypically drink; Goyem = Non-Jewish people; Shagitz = Preppies; Mashuganas = Yiddish for "Crazy"; Chutspah = Untranslatable Yiddish term meaning a cross between balls and rudeness; "Sporting anti-swastika tattoos" - It's against the Jewish law to get a tattoo; "As long as we're home by Saturday morning" - Jews gotta be home in time for Synagogue; Fairfax = A part of LA where the Orthodox Jews live; "Dai Dayenu" = Part of Jewish Hymn;]

King Of Insects

2007-11-15T12:09:00.000-08:00

Assemblage 23 is from Seattle. Sole member of this industrial dance band is Tom Shear. With his strong voice and ample lyrics, the soul-dripping music is sure to charm even the more jaded among the scenesters. King Of insects finishes off the masterful 2001 release of "Failure".

Words come easy
Behind a screen
When there's no interface-to-face
To be seen

King of Insects
You eat your own
Atop an anthill
You call your throne

Kingdom of one
So unaware
As one-by-one your subjects
Vanish into air

Chatter to the wind
Make your decree
And save your venom
For the ones who disagree

Your castle walls are falling
Your body's frail
Your window on the world
Is minuscule in scale

Burrow deep now
Escape the light
Heaven forbid you have to face
The ones you slight

Disappoint

2007-11-15T11:59:00.000-08:00

Assemblage 23 is from Seattle. Sole member of this industrial dance band is Tom Shear. Disappoint is off the 2001 release of "Failure".

Word has it that Disappoint was inspired by the death of Shear's own father. The lyrics have always haunted me as a commune with my own recently deceased mother, having only discovered the CD a year after her death in 2003.

Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
No

Just one more time
For the sake of sanity
Tell me why
Explain the gravity
That drove you to this
That brought you to this place
That pushed you down
Into the soil's embrace

Give me the chance
I was denied
To sit and talk with you
For one last time

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

I can't forget
Having to see
The words that knocked the wind
Right out of me
It's not enough
I've come undone
Trying to find sense
Where there is none

Just give me peace
You owe me that
To help ward off the fears
I must combat

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

And so I ask
For one more chance
To understand
This senseless circumstance
Help me to see
This through your eyes
The reasons I've been trying
To surmise

Though you are gone
I am still your son
And Though your pain is over
Mine has just begun

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

I AM THE RAIN

2007-11-15T11:15:00.000-08:00

Assemblage 23 is the reckoning voice of Seattle-based Tom Shear. This serious yet frisky track—I Am The Rain —off the highly recommended "Failure" CD released in November, 2001, pounces past the wet cliches of old school electronica without missing a single beat. Of course, I read this song as an Islamic awareness warning.

Opening and key phrase too eager to appease places blame on the reticent position that politically-correct multiculturalist Europe is sinning against itself, and this "sin" will suddenly degrade into the cure is the disease. This disease, of course, rqeuires a "need for sacrifice" in what will no doubt become a war for survival against the jihadist-inspired Islamic invasion of the whole kaffir world, not only Europe. The remaining stanza emphasize in current anti-jihadist vocabulary the depth of this threat...

These amenities are nice
But there is need for sacrifice
You must lose so you may gain

It's too easy to malign
The implements that steal our time
But it's we who are to blame

By interpolation, these two stanzas seem to indicate that materialism has its place, but we should never grow too pre-occupied or complacent with creature comforts to wake up to what's important in order to be available to enjoy them another day, particularly in terms of a civilization's stand against a ruthless enemy on record in aiming to destroy the whole of the West in the name of its religion. Often the Left blames materialism for its powers of alienation, but by emphaszing that "it's we who are to blame" Shear plainly dismisses that silly notion.

The forces that is the rain are not made entirely clear. Every songwriter loves a good mystery.

Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse

Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousandfold
And makes your blindness seem perverse

Out of sight and out of mind
Are deadly traits when they're combined
But it's easier that way

Sit and watch the world go by
While all the problems multiply
With nothing left to do but pray

I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for your own good
I am the storm
Sent to wake you from your dream
Show me your scorn
But you'll thank me in the end

These amenities are nice
But there is need for sacrifice
You must lose so you may gain

It's too easy to malign
The implements that steal our time
But it's we who are to blame

Fill your pockets while you can
And try to keep the upper hand
The voice of reason sounds so shrill

Surround yourself with all you own
Work your fingers to the bone
And happiness evades you still

I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for your own good
I am the storm
Sent to wake you from your dream
Show me your scorn
But you'll thank me in the end

Too eager to appease
You've lost the forest for the trees
And it really is a shame

It is such a sorry sight
When you evaluate your life
You've only got yourself to blame

I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for your own good
I am the storm
Sent to wake you from your dream
Show me your scorn
But you'll thank me in the end

Dark Angel

2007-11-14T15:35:00.000-08:00

Dark Angel from VNV Nation rips into the inner groove, capturing headline and eyeliner, fueling the urge to strengthen resolve, and buckle up for the rough sailing ahead. Featuring strong vocals and a pulsating anthemic beat. One of their best tracks, bar none. From the 2000 release called "Empires".

In your dream you see me clear
I have no restraint, no fear
Powerless I watched from faces I'd assumed.
My purpose set. My will defined.
Caress the air.
Embrace the skies.
Escape the sorrow and restraint of mortal cities.

Give me time I will be clear.
Given time you'll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn.
I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.

So many years I stood among the thoughts
and tears of those I served.
Among my own I was alone through my own doing.
All the years I walked unknown
behind the faces I assumed.
Powerless to clear your mind of what you'd suffered.

They fall again.
They fall again.

Give me time I will be clear.
Given time you'll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn.
I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.
There is no faith in which to hide.
Even truth is filled with lies.
Doubting angels fall to walk among the living.
I'm in this mood because of scorn.
I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.

I'd only come here seeking peace.
I'd only come here seeking me.

It seems I came to leave.

Standing

2007-11-14T15:21:00.000-08:00

VNV Nation began with inspiration from the clash of modern and classical Europe cultures, where mythology and technology live in an uneasy fusion but this has since broadened to encompass a world view. The music ranges from electronic dance music to ballads and classical inspired music. Inspirations are taken from a wide range of styles including contemporary underground club culture, industrial and classical music. The lyrics draw on philosophy, literature, art, politics and different forms of symbolism. VNV Nation does not advocate any ideology, but is a metaphor for expression.

This video is a live version of Standing, a soaring melodic track from the 2002 release—Pastperfect.

Eyes betray the soul and bear it's thinking.
Beyond words they say so many things to me.
A stranger here reborn it seems
awaking wonders deep in me.
If nothing's ventured nothing's gained
so I must seize the day.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bear my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.

It wasn't you it wasn't me it wasn't anyone.
It was a day so long awaited and a chance to be as me.
I let the wind run through my hands
as I turned to walk away.
In distant days I long to sense it all so clear.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bear my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.
And fighting time so much I ask.
I will this morning last forever.
Though seasons change and things come to pass
remain inside of me.
And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
and will the world stay standing still at least for me.

I had no faith before that day in any vow or deed.
Days followed days and years were meaningless.
Despite the wisdom of defeat
I bore my heart for all to see the wonders I'd seen.

God's Gonna Cut You Down

2007-11-13T06:46:00.000-08:00

In his last days Johnny Cash didn't stop doing what he had done for most of his adult life, seeking redemption and self-analysis through a song. Here from "American V: A Hundred Highways" is God's Gonna Cut You Down. Word is Trent Reznor wrote the song. The acompanying music on this track is very weak, like Cash at the time, but the lyrics and this video surely sum up the man's philosophy during most and particularly at the end of his life.

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head's been wet with the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Mourning

2007-11-13T06:37:00.001-08:00

DC's own, King Giant. Bob died, but his pain lives on. Here is Mourning.

Look What They've Done To My Song, Ma

2007-11-13T06:23:00.000-08:00

The mild controversy with this song was that Melanie's handlers and producers didn't like the fingerpointing in the refrain and original title, so after a long scuffle, it was released as What Have They Done To My Song, Ma?. Many will remember that Ray Charles later put his own inimitable stamp on the song in recording it.

Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing I could do half right
And it's turning out all wrong, Ma
Look what they've done to my song

Look what they've done to my brain, Ma
Look what they've done to my brain
Well they picked it like a chicken bone
And I think I'm half insane, Ma
Look what they've done to my song

I wish I could find a good book to live in
Wish I could find a good book
Well, if I could find a real good book
I'd never have to come out and look at
What they've done to my song

La la la...
Look what they've done to my song

But maybe it'll all be all right, Ma
Maybe it'll all be OK
Well, if the people are buying tears
I'll be rich some day, Ma
Look what they've done to my song

Ils ont changé ma chanson, Ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson
C'est la seule chose que je peux faire
Et çe n'est pas bon, Ma
Ils ont changé ma chanson

Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well they tied it up in a plastic bag
And turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song

Ils ont changé ma chanson, Ma...

Look what they've done to my song, Ma
Look what they've done to my song
Well it's the only thing I could do all right
And they turned it upside down
Look what they've done to my song

Brand New Key

2007-11-13T06:16:00.000-08:00

Once the princess of the "Beautiful People" here is singer, songwriter Melanie Safka singing her 1972 hit Brand New Key back in the day. The song gained notoriety as a veiled reference to sexuality back in those more innocent times.

Draggin' Me Down

2007-11-13T05:28:00.000-08:00

Heard about this band from a friend in Wheeling, WV. This live track is called Draggin' Me Down off the "Die Young" CD issued in August, 2007. This is a rough and tumble band, but their CD is a fantastic thrash with snarling gravelly vocals belting out well-crafted songs. Check these guys out if you like your truth hard.

Ich Will

2007-11-13T05:03:00.000-08:00

Rammstein's throbbing Ich Will from the 2001 LP—Mutter. Sung in German, here in English are the lyrics:

I want

I want you to trust me
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat

I want to hear your voices
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me

I want your fantasy
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause

Do you see me?
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you

I want

We want you to trust us
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah

Can you hear me?
(We hear you)
Can you see me?
(We see you)
Can you feel me?
(We feel you)
I don't understand you

Can you hear us?
(We hear you)
Can you see us?
(We see you)
Can you feel us?
(We feel you)
We don't understand you

I want

Feuer Frei

2007-11-13T04:53:00.000-08:00

Here's a frisky animation video created by a fellow named Limberger put to the music of Rammstein's explosive Feuer Frei track off the mesmerizing 2001 "Mutter" LP. I discovered this album in 2003, much to my delight, just as I was pulling together music to help launch Radio Scenewash on July 2. The album set me off into a greedy exploration of this new sound, this exquisite thrill of edgy Industrial Goth, that somehow had passed me by during my earlier years devoted mostly to off the rack classic acts and the punk sounds of the 1980s. And I've never looked back. Thank you Rammstein...

1. Mein Herz Brennt
2. Links 2 3 4
3. Sonne
4. Ich Will
5. Feuer Frei!
6. Mutter
7. Spieluhr
8. Zwitter
9. Rein Raus
10. Adios
11. Nebel

Whoever knows pain becomes criticized
From the fire that burned up the skin
I throw a light in my face
A hot cry
Open fire!

Bang bang

Whoever knows pain is raised
From the fire that burns in desire
A hard thrust (that gives off sparks) into her womb
A hot cry
Open fire!

Bang bang
Open fire!

Whoever knows pain is dangerous
From the fire that burns the soul
Bang bang
The burned child is dangerous
With fire that separates from the life
A hot cry
Bang bang
Open fire!

Your happiness
Is not my happiness
It is my misery

Bang bang
Open fire!

Amerika

2007-11-13T04:47:00.000-08:00

Rammstein's Amerika.

Refrain:
We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

When I'm dancing, I want to lead,
even if you all are spinning alone,
let's exercise a little control.
I'll show you how it's done right.
We form a nice round (circle),
freedom is playing on all the fiddles,
music is coming out of the White House,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.

We're all living in America...

I know steps that are very useful,
and I'll protect you from missteps,
and anyone who doesn't want to dance in the end,
just doesn't know that he has to dance!
We form a nice round (circle),
I'll show you the right direction,
to Africa goes Santa Claus,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.

We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

This is not a love song,
This is not a love song.
I don't sing my mother tongue,
No, this is not a love song.

We're all living in America,
Amerika is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, sometimes WAR,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

Across The Universe

2007-11-13T04:41:00.000-08:00

Laibach slides across the universe with this cover of the Beatles classic. In fact, this track is the one recognizable track off Laibach's complete rework of the entire Let It Be LP, orginally released in 1970. The remainder of the Laiback rendition is pure razor.

B Mashina

2007-11-13T04:32:00.000-08:00

Live version of B Mashina from the Laibach's 2003 WAT LP.

Only one day is left
only one day
we are leaving the others
we're going away
Today we all steal
animals we are
possession is lost
Our souls are from the wild
and wings to reach the sky
let the sun fall into the ocean,
let the earth erupt in flame
It is enough to have the strength
and knowledge
to raise our dream machines
into the sky
Let them sleep who do not know
the final day is here
the very last
and we leave at dawn
Millions of machines on nitroglycerin
Thunder in us
There is no force no money and no power
To stop us now and change our fate
Before we rise
Now every problem is destroyed
We raise our hands and bodies to the peak
Into the Universe - towards the stars we go
Sending machines up to the sky

[Chorus]
Machines we are sending to the skies
Above us all
And leave behind those who don't know
Of the final day
We leave in sleep those who don't know
(and) we leave at dawn
We are driven by the B-machine
(Wild B-machine - that never stops)

We Are Time

2007-11-13T04:26:00.000-08:00

The title track of the 2003 WAT CD, this version of We Are Time is a gin weak on audio but gets the job done.

We are no ordinary type of group
We are no humble pop musicians
We don''t seduce with melodies
And we're not here to please you
We have no answers to your questions
Yet we can question your demands
We don't intend to save your souls
Suspense is our device
We are time
We are time
We are time
We are time
From Moses to Muhammad,
From Kapital to Nato
Acropolis to opus dei,
From Marx and back to Plato
From the golden age to the age of steel,
From the begining to the end
From zero to infinity
The first to the seventh continent
From no solution to revolution,
The red star to star wars
The turning point to the point of no return,
New order to a brave new world
Mechanical to digital
From poltergeist to zeitgeist
From God's will to evil
And from superstars to the anti-christ
We are time
We are time
We are time
We are time
We are the thieves of the lost horizons
We are the mirror of the deadly curse
We shall give you nothing
And in return we'll take even less

But when our beat stops
And the lights go out
And when we leave this place
You will be left here all alone
With a static scream locked on your face
We are time
We are time
We are time
We are time

Tanz Mit Laibach

2007-11-13T04:19:00.000-08:00

Another relentless track from the Slovenian band Laibach from the 2004 Anthems CD.

In English, the lyrics follow:

We all are possessed
we all are damned
we all are crucified
we all are broken
by attractive technology
by economics of time
by quality of life
and the philosophy of war

one, two, three, four
come dance with me baby brother,
one, two, three, four
give me both your hands
one, two, three, four
dance with me my friends
one, two, three, four
round around, it isn't difficult

we dance to Ado Hinkel
Benzino Napoloni
we dance to Schiekelgrueber
and dance with Maitreya
with Totalitarianism
and with democracy
we dance with Fascism
and red anarchy

one, two, three, four
come dance with me comrade
one, two, three, four
give me both your hands
one, two, three, four
come dance with me comrade
one, two, three, four
round around, it isn't difficult

we dance and we jump
we hop and we sing
we fall and rise
we give or take
American friend and
German comrade
we dance well together
we dance to Baghdad

one, two, three, four
come dance with me baby brother,
one, two, three, four
give me both your hands
one, two, three, four
dance with me my friends,
one, two, three, four
round around, it isn't difficult

Sympathy For The Devil

2007-11-13T04:10:00.000-08:00

A video collage and lyrical manifesto as political theory. Neither this song nor this band require introduction, but here are Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones in a track written in 1968—a testament to the nature of the world just as powerful today as then.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

Now You Will Pay

2007-11-12T16:07:00.000-08:00

The audio volume is low on this particular live version of the song, but here's another remarkably prescient Laibach track off the heralded 2003 WAT release.

CD track listing

"B Mashina" performed by Laibach / Tomi Meglič – 3:50
"Tanz Mit Laibach" (Laibach/Meglič/Turk/Umek) – 4:19
"Du Bist Unser" (Laibach/Mlakar/Umek) – 5:38
"Achtung!" (Laibach/Mlakar/Turk) – 4:06
"Ende" (Laibach/Turk/Umek) – 3:45
"Now You Will Pay" (Laibach/Turk) – 6:07
"Hell: Symmetry" (Laibach/Turk) – 5:02
"Das Spiel Ist Aus" (Laibach/Turk) – 4:21
"Satanic Versus" (Laibach/Umek) – 4:52
"The Great Divide" (Laibach/Turk) – 5:11
"Wat" (Avsenik/Laibach/Turk/Umek) – 5:33
"Anti-Semitism" (DJ Bizzy/DJ Dojaja/Laibach/Temponauta) – 5:39

Barbarians are coming
Crawling from the east,
(With their) eyes wide shut
And nostrils full of longing,
Epic and powerful,
Wild in a group,
Barbarians are coming
From the east.
They'll come out of nowhere,
They'll enter your state,
The nation of losers,
The tribe full of hate.
With knives in their pockets
And bombs in their hands,
They'll burn down your cities
And your disneylands.

[choir:]
Barbarians are coming, heading your way.
The evil is rising, kneel down and pray.

With third world hunger,
Sex drive in their brains,
They'll whisper your names
And scream in your face.
When they search for their space,
They'll turn into snakes,
And you're better off dead
if they crawl in your bed.

[choir:]
barbarians are coming, heading your way.
The evil is rising into your day.
Barbarians are coming, heading your way.
The evil is rising, kneel down and pray.

They'll conquer your country
And make you all slaves,
They'll burn down your houses
And rave at your graves.
You'd better get ready,
You'd better beware.
Banging at your windows,
Barbarians are here

[choir:]
Barbarians are coming, heading your way.
The evil is rising, kneel down and pray.
Barbarians are coming, heading your way.
Whatever you took from them -
Now you will pay

God Is God

2007-11-12T15:42:00.000-08:00

This is the official video of Laibach's wrenching God Is God track off the "Jesus Christ Superstars" LP issued in 1996. A powerful husky-throated anthem from one of the most deliberate and visceral European bands challenging recent memory. Actually Laibach has been an aggressive force since 1980, taunting all established perceptions as to what a rock band should be. This track simply shreds all perceptions, even its own.

Tracks from the "Jesus Christ Superstars" CD

1. God Is God
2. Jesus Christ Superstar
3. Kingdom of God
4. Abuse and Confession
5. Declaration of Freedom
6. Message from the Black Star
7. The Cross
8. To the New Light
9. Deus Ex Machina

You shall see Hell clear in the sky
You shall see darkness
You shall see good and evil
You shall see city walls crumble and towers fall

God is God
God is God
God

You shall see the Lord of Life and Death
You shall see Heaven in Hell
You shall be blinded by light
You shall see darkness

God is God
God is God
God

You shall see the walls crumble
Walls built of pain
And above the cries of man
Hear one voice saying:

I am Alpha and Omega
The beginning and the end
I am the first and
I am the last

God is God
God is God
God

You shall see Hell
You shall see evil
You shall see darkness
You shall see sorrow
You shall see Death
You shall see God

Ritual Noise

2007-11-12T15:29:00.000-08:00

From the 2006 "Skyshaper" LP, the Swedish techo-bandCovenant hits the pavement hard with this flying track. The lyrics float into the imagination, but it's from the melodic manger that the Covenant enthusiasm on Ritual Noise is born and nourished. One of the most moving tracks on an excellent album.

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We make ritual noise
Lie to the world underafended tips
We take special kill
Listen to the words spoke any confidence

We make ritual noise
Shouting to be heard
cooling our burning lips
We brake down the gates
Open up our wounds bleeding for inoccence

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We live generous lives
We have the power of will
We turn logic around
We feed the engeine of change

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We live generous lives
We have the power of will
We turn logic around
We feed the engeine of change

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

We make ritual noise
We weave the fabric of dreams
We build cities of sound
We feel the rhythm of time

Death Is Not The End

2007-11-12T15:17:00.000-08:00

Kylie Minogue, Nick Cave and Shane McGowen take turns at breathing the air around Bob Dylan with this frolicking tribute of Dylan's Death Is Not The End. I believe it was PJ Harvey who supplied the angelic female vocals on the Cave's 1996 LP Murder Ballads. Minogue's work here is harsher and more truncated, but helps bring the song close to the original studio track.

When you're sad and when you're lonely
And you haven't got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When you're standing on the crossroads
That you cannot comprehend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
And you don't know what's up the bend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
When the storm clouds gather round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there's no-one there to comfort you
With a helping hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
For the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation
Up in dark and empty skies
When the cities are on fire
With the burning flesh of men
Just remember that death is not the end
When you search in vain to find
Some law-abiding citizen
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

2007-11-12T15:12:00.000-08:00

And now for something not altogether different Bjork and P.J. Harvey team up to belt out the Rolling Stones classic (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction.

Henry Lee

2007-11-12T14:55:00.000-08:00

P.J. Harvey joins the irreducible Nick Cave on a lovely track called Henry Lee off his 1996 Murder Ballads LP.

Losing My Religion

2007-11-09T13:37:00.000-08:00

There was a more innocent time when religion seemed remote, and impossibly simple. Punk but thoughtful. Yes, But I was so much younger then, I'm older than that now.

[Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe]

Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

(chorus)
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a dream
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a dream
Just a dream, just a dream
Dream

Argument With A Leftist

2007-10-26T09:40:00.000-07:00

A masterwork from RightWingBob.com

In 1964, Bob Dylan released the album "Another Side Of Bob Dylan." While he later complained that he didn't pick the title—feeling that it was "overstating the obvious"(Biograph, 1985)—the album was a departure of sorts, with its unabashed emphasis on the exploration of the internal world, and its lack of obvious "protest" songs. (In fairness to Dylan, he had never released anything on record that was merely a finger-pointing protest song, and he had already written and released numerous and exquisite personal songs like "One Too Many Mornings" and "Boots Of Spanish Leather.")

This album contained a fairly direct kind of artistic manifesto, in the form of "My Back Pages," where Dylan clearly is relishing his maturation and his feeling of being liberated from the bonds of narrow political thought.

Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull...

"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.

Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

—My Back Pages

It's a song where perhaps even Dylan himself would concede that he is speaking in the first-person-Bob (he usually pooh-poohs those who would tie his songs down to his persona and his life—to the confessional rather than the universal). So it speaks of a watershed moment where he realizes that his purpose is not to go down wrangling with the events of the day, and engaging in righteous combat with the "bad" people, on behalf of the "good" (define those terms?).

One might wonder what the process was for Dylan in reaching this point. What events/conversations/dreams told him that he would be choosing the wrong path if he followed the demands of those who would have him write tailor-made songs for all of their causes-de-jour? You might look for some of it in Dylan's off-the-cuff address at the December 13, 1963 Emergency Civil Liberties Committee fund raising dinner, where they presented him with the Tom Paine Award. He proceeded to give a speech which put a big dent in their fund raising that night...

There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking of anything trivial such as politics.

When later in the speech (which took place 3 weeks after the assassination of JFK) he said that he "saw some of myself" in Lee Harvey Oswald, the crowd's discomfit turned to outward hostility.

However, one can go beyond the extemporaneous remarks of an uptight and tipsy Dylan, and look to a published work of his poetry for a window into this tumultuous period. On the back of the album "Another Side Of Bob Dylan," gathered under the heading of "Some Other Kinds Of Songs ...," there appear a number of untitled poems.

It is in what you could call "Poem # 10" that Dylan portrays a verbal confrontation with a frustrated and angry individual. Here it is:

you tell me about politics
this that
you speak of rats.
geese. a world of peace
you stumble stammer
pound your fist
an' i tell you there are no politics
you swear
tell me how much you care
you cheat the lunch counter man
out of a pack of cigarettes
an' i tell you there are no politics
you tell me of goons'
graves. ginks an' finks
an' of what you've read
an' how things should be
an' what you'd do if . . .
an i say someone's been
tamperin' with your head
you jump
raise your voice
an' gyrate yourself
t' the tone of principles
your arm is raised
an' i tell you there are no politics
in the afternoon you run
t' keep appointments
with false lovers
an' this leaves you
drained by nightfall
you ask me questions
an' i say that every question
if it's a truthful question
can be answered by askin' it
you stomp
get mad
i say it's got nothin' t' do with
gertrude stein
you turn your eyes
t' the radio
an' tell me what a
wasteland exists in television
you rant an' rave
of poverty
your fingers crawl the walls
the screen door leaves black marks
across your nose
your breath remains on
window glass
bullfight posters hang crooked above your head
an' the phone rings constantly
you tell me how much i've changed
as if that is all there is t' say
out of the side of your mouth
while talkin' on the wires
in a completely different
tone of voice
than you had a minute ago
when speakin' t' me about something else
i say what's this about changes?
you say "let's go get drunk"
light a cigarette
"an' throw up on the world"
you go t' your closet
mumblin' about the phoniness of churches
an' spastic national leaders
i say groovy but
also holy hollowness too
yes hollow holiness
an' that some of my best friends
know people that go t' church
you blow up
slam doors
say "can't no one say nothin' t' you"
i say "what do You think?"
your face laughs
you say "oh yeeeeeaah?"
i'm gonna break up i say
an' reach for your coat
'neath piles of paper slogans
i say your house is dirty
you say you should talk
your hallway stinks as
we walk through it
your stairs tilt drastically
your railing's rotted
an' there's blood at the
bottom of your steps
you say t' meet bricks with bricks
i say t' meet bricks with chalk
you tell me monster floor plans
an' i tell you about a bookie shop
in boston givin' odds on the presidential
race
i'm not gonna bet for a while i say
little children
shoot craps
in the alley garbage pot
you say "nothin's perfect"
an' i tell you again
there are no
politics

From "Some Other Kinds Of Songs," the liner notes of the album "Another Side Of Bob Dylan"

While this is many things, why would I call it an "argument with a leftist?" First, because it pleases me to do so. Secondly, it should be clear enough that Dylan wasn't pal-ing around with too many conservative ideologues in Greenwich Village in '63 and '64. This person of whom Dylan says,

You speak of rats. / geese. a world of peace.

and

you rant an' rave / of poverty

is self-evidently of a left-wing mindset.

While there's a lot going on here, I'd like to focus on the elements of hypocrisy and intolerance that Dylan picks up on in his erstwhile friend's world view.

you swear / tell me how much you care / you cheat the lunch counter man / out of a pack of cigarettes / an' i tell you there are no politics

Hypocrisy indeed—and of a kind that's very familiar from the Left. This individual speaks loudly of how he cares about poverty—the proletariat no doubt—the oppressed and the set-upon. However Dylan spots him gladly getting away with not paying for a pack of cigarettes, not caring or thinking whether the low-paid lunch counter man will see it coming out of his salary—not caring either that he is stealing from a small business trying to survive in the tough city. In his own mind, quite possibly, the thief would justify it by saying that nobody except the "rich" business owner is losing—and that he himself has little money and deserves to have the cigarettes. This is a microcosmic moment and typifies the desire of those on the Left to impose utopian ideas on the world at large (preferably through a powerful central government apparatus) but their often easy disregard for applying similar standards in their daily lives and interactions. It’s emblematic of an ideology that plays down personal responsibility in favor of a state-mandated equality. Stealing the cigarettes is OK to Bob’s friend at the lunch counter, because, in a truly fair world, he would have enough money to buy all the cigarettes he wanted. Tobacco companies and small-business owners wouldn’t be organized around making profits; their wares would be provided to the people at a regulated price that all could afford. “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need,” in Karl Marx’s famous construction.

Those forced to spend a lot of time with determined leftists, or those of us who used to be inclined that way ourselves, can recognize the small hypocrisies that Dylan defines in the what are also the wonderfully urban details of this poem.

And for intolerance, Dylan provides this vignette of an illiberal liberal being called out and not enjoying it one bit:

you go t' your closet / mumblin' about the phoniness of churches / an' spastic national leaders / i say groovy but / also holy hollowness too / yes hollow holiness / an' that some of my best friends / know people that go t' church / you blow up / slam doors / say "can't no one say nothin' t' you"

Note, this is not the "born again" fire breathing Dylan of 1979 here defending people who commit the crime-against-the-left of going to conventional churches. This is the 22 or 23 year old Jewish kid from Minnesota, caught up in the maelstrom of early sixties New York politics, folk-music-singing gurus, Greenwich Village socialists, civil rights activists - powerful personalities, many of whom are sincere and many of whom are bitter and narrow minded. And all of whom see the talented young Dylan as someone they want on their side. They've supported him, flattered him when they felt like it, and they fancy he owes them. Where this individual in the poem fits into that network is not defined of-course. However, what a telling piece of deference Dylan gives to this person. When he (the leftist) rails against "the phoniness of churches," Dylan is not so presumptious as to directly take him on. It's a riposte so meek it comes out hilarious: "Some of my best friends know people" that go to church. Even this, however, is way too much for the friend to take. He blows up, slams doors, says "can't no one say nothin' t' you." It is not acceptable to him that Dylan should call him to account in any way for his intolerance of churches or church-going folk. He should just go along with the broad brush strokes used to portray the conservative enemy. Truth is secondary to fighting and winning.

Sound familiar?

So, those are a couple of the elements of this piece that I enjoy. Before someone takes me to task, I acknowledge that there is a broader theme in this poem, of-course, summed up by the refrain: "there are no politics." You can't view this poem as an endorsement of right versus left. Dylan is also, more broadly, taking apart a mindset that views the world through a narrow, dirty telescope, where everything is political. Where everything must be broken down into a cause; a battle to be won against the other side. It's a criticism that undoubtedly would also apply to someone on the right who cannot live or move without determining what is the politically correct (conservative) thing to do. Is a play or a movie on our side or on the other side? That's a choked, suffocating way to view this life, for anyone.

However, it's worth noting the genesis of catch phrases like "Everything is politics" "The personal is political;" "Art is politics." These are not expressions coined and bandied about by conservatives. I'm just saying...

And as to Dylan's alleged pacifism, check out this Video:

Forever Young

2007-10-26T09:33:00.000-07:00

There's a knock on the door and a whisper in the air. Don't look back babe, it's life and life only! Enjoy this clip of another Dylan classic from a stage in Portsmouth, England circa 2000:

Dylan's Series of Dreams

2007-10-24T13:24:00.000-07:00

Here's a video background for the Dylan track called Series of Dreams with footyage lifted from several sources, including DA Pennebaker's 1965 film—Don't Look Back:

Local Guitarist Shows Game

2007-10-07T11:09:00.000-07:00

Blaxmyth on Bodog Nation, our lad Freak, far left

There once was a DC guitarist named Fred Smith. He was whack. This guitarist now lives in Los Angeles, and is legally named Freak, and yes, he is still whack. One name. Like Cher, Madonna, Prince, and Bono. Believe it. He showed me his driver's license last time we met up over a couple of beers at the Big Hunt here in Dupont Circle. And of course, the new moniker fits him like an OJ glove. But this fellow named Freak is way beyond whack these days.

As the record will will show Fred played in several local 80s bands including Beefeater, Madhouse and Strange Boutique. Now operating as Freak, the guitarist yearns to return to his band American Corpse Flower with their hit song "God God God", but that ambition has been quietly simmering on one of the back burners as he pursued fame and fortune in the Bodog Nation reality show in a kickass Ghetto metal band called Blaxmyth.

This 10-part reality TV series, which began in March 2006 when more than 7,500 bands registered online, peaked in early September as the final three bands took the stage for one last performance. SMS text votes began pouring in after the three performances, ultimately deciding which indie band's dream of winning a $1 million record deal with Bodog Music would come true. The energy at the packed venue was intense: There were screaming fans, guitar smashing, flowing booze and, like any hot Bodog party, Bodog Girls.

It had been a long haul, but Freak had made his mark. The consensus was that for a bunch of hard rockers the bands were thoughtful, hardworking and genuinely excited for one another, or as Freak is quoted, "No one was a dick."

Laura Gosselin, a Bodog Nation contributing writer, adds,"The Mood agreed that their most memorable moment on the show was when Freak from Blaxmyth passed out mid-sentence. After hitting the bar hard, Freak turned to his bandmate Sackraphyce and said, "You know what, fucker?" then hit the floor of the tour bus face first. The Mood mom and registered nurse Kay Peters, who went on tour because her son Ian was 17 at the time, was about to give Freak mouth-to-mouth when he began snoring loudly."

Read it all here.

Upcoming Flick About Life Of Dylan

2007-10-06T11:24:00.001-07:00

Here's a trailer for the upcoming movie about the irrepressible artist known as Bob Dylan, starring many actors playing Dylan across his career, these include Cate Blanchett as the early Bob Dylan and David Cross as Allen Ginsberg.

Here's a snippet from a 2006 article published in Slate magazine:

Dylan and Staples had a musical reunion in 2002 to record his gospel number "Gonna Change My Way of Thinking," and, compared to the 1979 version, Dylan sounds not like a white Negro but a soul survivor. When he rasps about sitting at the "welcome table," he sounds like he's earned his right to sing the blues. Dylan and Staples' intonation and phrasing wouldn't have sounded so uncannily alike back when she was rebuffing his proposal. This is the millennial Dylan who shouts out to Keys on his latest record, a Dylan who is curious about Keys because he has already made himself more like her—the kind of affinity not lost on Todd Haynes when he considered casting Beyoncé as one of the six actors playing Dylan in his upcoming biopic I'm Not There. Dylan's earlier lyrics alluded to his interracial eroticism, but a more recent lyric could apply to his transformation. He's not dark yet, but he's getting there.

Read it all here at Slate.

An Odd Film About Bob Dylan

2007-10-06T11:11:00.000-07:00

Here's a short clip of the Bob Dylan movie I'm Not There with Cate Blanchett as Bob Dylan and David Cross as Allen Ginsberg. The movie goes through Dylan's life with different actors playing in different stages. Among those playing him are Christian Bale, Marcus Carl Franklin (Lackawanna Blues), Richard Gere, Heath Ledger, Ben Whishaw (Perfume), and, of course, Cate Blanchett. The film is scheduled for release in the US on September 21.

Rock 'n Roll Fantasy - The Kinks

2007-09-25T06:46:00.000-07:00

Hello you, hello me, hello people we used to be
Isn't it strange, we never changed
We've been through it all yet we're still the same
And I know it's a miracle we still go, and for all we know
We might still have a way to go

Hello me, hello you, you say you want out
Want to start anew, throw in your hand
Break up the band, start a new life, be a new man
But for all we know, we might still have a way to go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know

There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down he puts some rock 'n' roll on
And it makes him feel alright
And when he feels the world is closing in
He turns his stereo way up high

He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living on the edge of reality
He just spends his life in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
He just spends his life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy

Look at me, look at you
You say we've got nothing left to prove
The King is dead, rock is done
You might be through but I've just begun
I don't know, I feel free and I won't let go
Before you go, there's something you ought to know

Dan is a fan and he lives for our music
It's the only thing that gets him by
He's watched us grow and he's seen all our shows
He's seen us low and he's seen us high
Oh, but you and me keep thinking
That the world's just passing us by

Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy
Don't want to spend my life living on the edge of reality
Don't want to waste my life hiding away anymore
Don't want to spend my life living in a rock 'n' roll fantasy

Misfits - The Kinks

2007-09-25T06:42:00.000-07:00

You've been sleeping in a field but you look real rested
You set out to outrage but you can't get arrested
You say your image is new, but it looks well tested
You're lost without a crowd yet you go your own way

You say your summer has gone
Now the Winter is crawlin' in
They say that even in your day
Somehow you never could quite fit in
Though it's cold outside
I know the Summer's gonna come again
Because you know what they say
Every dog has his day

You're a misfit, afraid of yourself, so you run away and hide
You've been a misfit all your life
Why don't you join the crowd
And come inside
You wander round this town like you've lost your way
You had your chance in your day
Yet you threw it all away
But you know what they say
Every dog has his day

Look at all the losers and the mad eyed gazers
Look at all the looneys and the sad eyed failures
They're giving up living 'cos they just don't care
So take a good look around
The misfits are everywhere
La la la la la la

You're a misfit
Afraid of yourself so you run away and hide
You've been a misfit all your life
But why don't you join the crowd and come inside
You wander round this town
Like you've lost your way
You had your chance in your day
Yet you threw it all away
Now you're lost in the crowd
Yet, still go your own way

This is your chance, this is your time
So don't throw it away
You can have your day
Yes it's true what they say
Every dog has his day

[1978, Misfits LP, The Kinks]

Not Promised Tomorrow

2007-09-16T12:26:00.000-07:00

Stuck Mojo strikes again, this time slamming us against the wall with a powerful anthemic revelation called "(Because You're Not) Not Promised Tomorrow". Thrashing, growling, rhythmic, a cathy tune that sticks in the head after a dozen listens. Vocals are delivered in an old school early 90s hip hop rant, punctuated in the chorus by the background growls reminiscent of Oi but updated to mimic the bellows of death metal. Word. Another screaming comes the sky...

Stuck Mojo Declares Open Season Against CAIR

2007-09-16T12:05:00.000-07:00

Enough said. The is an enhanced edit of the band's original video everyone has been talking about since its release early in the year. This one is known as the CAIR remix. The Council of American Islamic Relations has been linked to terrorist organizations, but still remains free to spread its apologetics across American media outlets, including Saudi-influenced Fox News. As more and more dots are connected, however, by government agencies and the general public's mind, groups like CAIR should thankfully begin to lose their propaganda perch and toe-hold in the main stream media.

Here's a link to the original "Open Season" video. Be warned of the explicit visual content unsuitable for some.

Immoral Discipline At Hung Jury Club

2007-09-02T18:20:00.000-07:00

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was Washington, DC. It was 1986. The band was oi band Immoral Discipline, and it was an awesome show. Huge crowd. This video features a song called Big Mouth. Front man Shawn Garard maintains the band's MySpace page.

Original footage was shot by Sue Hedrick and this hoofer named Gabriel.

Black Market Baby

2007-08-20T09:58:00.000-07:00

Broadcasting from Washington, DC, Radio Scenewash would like to introduce a few old friends around the city back in the day when punk was punk and the agitating youth knew it. Here's Boyd Farrell, Keith Campbell, Mike Donegan, and Tommy Carr, three-quarters of the original lads of Black Market Baby in 1986 at the Roxy performing (We're All) In It Together.Donegan stepped into the band on bass for Mike Dolfi during the 1985-1988 stretch. Dolfi was back to stay by 1992. Moving through several other bands in the Nineties, Boyd Farrell and Mike Dolfi are currently reunited in a band hailed as Rustbuckit.

Joy Division Is Now A Documentary

2007-08-14T10:44:00.000-07:00

JOY DIVISION has reached the end of production. The feature length documentary, a US/UK co production, produced by Hudson Productions Ltd partners Tom Astor and Tom Atencio in association with Brown Owl Films’ Jacqui Edenbrow, is directed by Grammy nominated Grant Gee (Radiohead's Meeting People Is Easy, Director of Photography & Editor Scott Walker: 30 Century Man) and co-written by acclaimed journalist/writer Jon Savage (England's Dreaming: Anarchy, Sex Pistols, Punk Rock, and Beyond).

In 1976 four young men from ruined, post-industrial Manchester went to see the Sex Pistols. They formed a band, Joy Division. Three years later the lead singer, Ian Curtis committed suicide just as they were on the brink of worldwide success. Together Gee and Savage investigate why Joy Division's collective musical genius and singular vision enjoys a larger audience and influence thirty years on.

Featuring the unprecedented participation of the surviving band members of Joy Division, now known as New Order, the film chronicles a time of great social and political change in England of the mid-70's and tells the untold story of these four men who transcended economic and cultural barriers to produce an enduring and profound legacy, one that resonates fiercely in today's heavily careerist music industry and over mediated pop culture.

The band's remarkable story is depicted through atmospheric never-before-seen live performance footage, photographs both iconic and personal, period films and newly unearthed audio tapes; taking us through the band’s early years as individuals finding their voices and then later as a band, building their ideas and ideals. The documentary situates the band not just in the musical context of punk and post-punk but in the culturally starved, claustrophobic landscape of post-industrial Manchester that surrounded them and suffuses every note of their music.

This unparalleled visual account of a time and place is coupled with heartfelt and animated, present tense accounts from the surviving members of the band Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook and Stephen Morris, plus other key characters in the story, including friend and similarly isolated musician Genesis P. Orridge, legendary Factory Records owner Tony Wilson, iconic graphic artist Peter Saville, photographer/ filmmaker Anton Corbijn, Annik Honoré and others.

JOY DIVISION is a Hudson Productions Ltd Production in association with Brown Owl Films.

Petition Melanie Into Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

2007-08-03T09:40:00.000-07:00

Does anybody remember flower child singer-songwriter Melanie Safka? Well, she's ailing, and what's more she certainly reserves the recognition of being voted into the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. Of course, I was never a flower child, a bit too young for that, so I became it's oppositite, a punk ruffian with a heart of mush, but I loved Melanie. I mean, I loved her! Bought her albums, her 8-tracks tapes, listened to her in a continuous loop while painting my grandmother's house, while rolling down the highway in my '76 Camaro, while creeping down the highway during a massive fifteen inch snowstorm at two o'clock in the morning from Hobart to Valparaiso, Indiana, so much so that certain songs always dredge up their seminal memories.

And yes, she is thoroughly represented on Radio Scenewash, amidst all the harsh sounds of today, there is Melanie belting out her anthems in the midst of cresendo and chaos, edging all of us towards the softer side of the cold shoulder life often reveals.

An icon of the times, Melanie epitomized the flower child persona sitting squat handling her acoustic guitar and mesmerizing the crowd with her riveting, sweet, ironic, textured, and often silly, lyrics and vocals.

She is known professionally only as Melanie.

She performed at the first Earth Day way back in 1980.

I tried to bring her to DC back in the early 1990s for the Earth Day celebration here, but after tracking her through her agency, and getting initial encouragement from the DC government, I soon ran into the hard wall of agenda politics, and I finally gave up as time ran out to call on a star.

But, here I am today, after hearing of this petition, beseeching those of you who know and appreciate this charming artist's work, as well as those who might wish to check her out at:

http://www.myspace.com/melaniesafkamusic
http://www.melaniesmusic.com/

to also sign this petition:

http://www.petitiononline.com/mssrrhof/petition.html

to help bring proper notice to this very worthy artist.

Long live rock and roll,

Gabriel Thy
aka Fatz Bullwinkle
Radio Scenewash

Respect To Wynton Marsalis

2007-07-26T09:02:00.000-07:00

Here's a link suggested to me by my neighbor, Stevens Jay Carter. Check it out. I plan to comment on this remarkable set of observations by noted jazz musician Wynton Marsalis, very soon, short stack, when time permits. Now let me be frank. I must confess in all sincerity that I have never been even a casual fan of jazz the genre, nor do I expect to be any time soon, and thus am not familiar with the musical manifestations of Marsalis, although clearly I am aware of his name and reputation.

I respect jazz in all of its forms, chilled, or hot off the stove, don't get me wrong. But I simply march to a different drummer, and really don't feel a need to apologize for this lack of appreciation for what is often considered by pundits the ONLY truly original American art form. But the PLAIN WORDS of this jazz master moved me, that is to say, filled me with energy.

And it is from this latter perspective that I wish to honor the philosophical content of the Marsalis perspective as indicated in this fifteen minute video. But I want to thoroughly familiarize myself with his words, parse them succinctly, and then return with my own remarks. This process will join those other duties I'm facing in the near future, but let me assure you, I am viscerally inspired by the many fascinating points Marsalis made in these fifteen minutes.

Thanks Stevens for the link...

Defend Internet Radio

2007-06-27T15:47:00.000-07:00

Last month 10,000 DJ's spun over 100,000 different musical artists on their Live365 Internet Radio stations, including our very own Radio Scenewash. Did you enjoy the Ronette's Be My Baby. Well, what about the other music that is played across the Internet radio community?

25 million hours of music streamed to 5 million music fans. Every one of the 150 million performances accounted for, and composition and sound recording royalties paid. Variety unheard of on am, fm, even satellite radio. And that's just Live365!

Now Internet Radio has been singled out from all other radio, burdened with fees not paid by AM or FM stations, and at rates at least 3-4 times that paid by satellite and cable radio. The new regulations even include absurd minimums to penalize the smallest webcasters with the highest rates.

This decision by The Copyright Royalty Board ("CRB") will silence thousands of DJ's mixing an incredible variety of artists new and old, big and small, by following their own eclectic tastes, not dictated to by corporate software.

If these regulations stay as they are, Internet Radio is going to be reduced to few stations playing only limited number of mainstream acts over and over. Sound familiar? It doesn't have to.

The INTERNET RADIO EQUALITY ACT (Bill HR 2060) has now been introduced in Congress. A simple phone call to your Congressional Representatives, Senators and Congressperson, to ask for their support on this Bill will go a long way to insure Internet Radio expands to stream the world of music that deserves to be heard.

Visit SaveNetRadio to get the number of your Representative. Support the right to be heard!