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Post by Thorngrub on Jul 2, 2004 10:01:07 GMT -5
Very nice, Monsieur Meursault. It has the ring of withstanding the test of time. Wish I could hear it...
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Post by riley on Jul 2, 2004 10:04:43 GMT -5
It sounds like Nickelback, just like all the stuff he writes.
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Post by Proud on Jul 2, 2004 12:24:51 GMT -5
yeah, except his stuff's actually worthwhile and somewhat original!
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Post by JesusLooksLikeMe on Jul 4, 2004 2:31:49 GMT -5
so jesus and christina - when are we meeting up? shall we make a date for august some time? lettuce know your schedules and we can liaise. we would love to meet one of our favourite rolling stoners, and his "special friend" (as my mum would say) you can email me - jesus has my address - looking forwrd to hearing from one of you (to be fair, jllm is a bit of a slackass so we might have to bypass him, x-tina) lol I'm being bypassed! If you want to try Dolly instead of me though, I'd avoid any "x-Tina's" as she just about fainted when she saw that. Yeah, I'm up for a bevvy or two some time. But someone's going to have tp drag me away from the new Interpol album first. I'm chained to me headphones, so good it is. Bought The Killers as well, which is terrific in places (cheers Luke), and now on the hunt to hear Razorlight. Incidentally, the new Cure album is utter shit imo. Total, utter, 100% putrid feculence. |
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Post by dolly on Jul 4, 2004 3:06:11 GMT -5
I'll sneak on here while Jllm is in the shower  Hi Angel! I'll let the "x-tina" slide on this occasion  Yeah, ok. You're on. Of course, I'm at the mercy of Mr Llm's hectic schedule - but a few drinks would be nice sometime. My email is "dollybeadz@hotmail.com" |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jul 4, 2004 10:41:19 GMT -5
Fuck. I want to trade in this new Skinny Puppy for the new Interpol. Not impressing me.  |
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Post by Meursault on Jul 4, 2004 20:40:50 GMT -5
I'm quite happy with the new SP myself.
10. DaddyuWarbash
empire sews the seed of hate we remove ourselves
passing flames inspires ugly traits sanitize creepy
ills to keep the fear in line is it wrong to let the
liar lie creepy ills to keep the fears in line more
acquired is disease the souls state I am a god I am a
faceless warrior lost leaders wins the glorious
growing stocks of used up people life is twisting all
the words to shun life worth less than corporate rape
empire takes control of fate I am dying I am dying is
wrong to call a spade a spade popping pills will ease
the daily pain bombing peace back up into the stoned
state I am not living here I have got much left to
fear in the place of safety I am fortunate to be alive
with all these distant rich things around me I am left
to realize its not the blood in me it's not the hate
it's just the simple things that I relish I am a god I
am a face less warrior we remove ourselves from the
war looking from a distance sanitized wash your hands
an feel it the dirt is down the drain. enough
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ueb
Struggling Artist
I'm strong as I'm mellow baby strong as I'm mellow I sure am happy for that --- Curve
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Post by ueb on Jul 4, 2004 22:11:38 GMT -5
I'm quite happy with the new SP myself. I second that. I haven't listened to an album this obsessively in a very long time. It's really rather nice knowing that my musical attention span hasn't disappeared completely. I was a little worried there for a while. |
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Post by samplestiltskin on Jul 5, 2004 5:09:06 GMT -5
Excellent piece of stream of consciousness there Shaner.
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angel
Struggling Artist
I lived my dreams today, I lived it yesterday
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Post by angel on Jul 5, 2004 5:27:55 GMT -5
ok there there, xxx-tina hehe j/k - i wrote your email down and ill sort something out shortly. we are tied up in july a lot but i always find if you plan far enough in advance, it saves bother --but then again, i am a bit of an obsesser, so there you go. yeh, more soon. was down london for the weekend. had a radical time. Portabello Road markets, Notting Hill, Covent Garden funk club, Clapham for saturday evening drink-a-thon, Kingston-on-Thames for Sunday lunch. Sure got around the place in 2 days. Caught up with my sister, cousin, aunty and uncle as well as my friends, who i miss, so it was luvly. soooo glad booked monday off work, so nice to have a recovery day. THAT is why i plan in advance |
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Post by Meursault on Jul 5, 2004 10:25:07 GMT -5
She Plays Accordion (But I'm A Womanizer)
I asked her at the pub
How long she played
She smiled at me
But I cant' remember what she said
I said I saw the way she looked at
the man on guitar
I see the special look you were giving ol Mike
She said it was nothing, and by the end of the night
I was looking at her accordion
She pointed out how the buttons played chords
I had to ask, and touch it inside the box
as she was getting ready to leave
She said she'd hope she see me around
and she gave her smile to me
I'd said of course play guitar to you know
So she was quite pleased
I saw her smile again today
I knew she must want me
The only catch is, and this is strange,
It was on another woman I'd seen
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Post by Proud on Jul 5, 2004 14:16:27 GMT -5
very intriguing poetry, young man! *gives you a medal*
there's one catch though... *takes another sip from the coffee mug*
*plays "the reason"*
sorry, the RIAA is paying me to do this.
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Post by Thorngrub on Jul 6, 2004 10:03:23 GMT -5
Excellent piece of stream of consciousness there Shaner. That's a new Skinny Puppy song -- and a damn good one, too. I must throw in my hat for the new Skinny Puppy -- and how much ass it kicks, backwards, sideways, thru a vocoder -- it's all over the place.  |
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Post by Proud on Jul 6, 2004 15:59:51 GMT -5
sitting on the porch
living up what i'm given
knowing there's a world beyond my dreams
i sit aloud, i sit alone
stamp the cigarette butt as i reach for hope
and in the stars, i see another one
i guess i know i'm not the only one
see inside, see my mind
feel inside, feel aside
i know that all they'll ever see's the freak
and that's why it's so hard to be me
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Post by Meursault on Jul 7, 2004 8:05:08 GMT -5
Nothing Is True
By Jim Carroll and Brian Linsley
You get nothin' back for all you've saved
Just eternity in a spacious grave
She said, "Nothing is true, everything is permitted"
Things just go from bad to worse
Starts like a kiss and ends like a curse
But nothing's true, she said everything is permitted
She got jewels on her tongue to time the stars
She drives all morning in unmarked cars
But nothing's true, it is all permitted
She got these special tools just to keep things tight
They robbed her eyes long ago of light
But nothing's true, she told me it's all permitted
She got inscrutable poise and nihilist charms
She gets her sleep through tubes in her arm
She said nothing is true, she said everything is permitted
She nods on graves, the marble's cold and white,
Her dreams surround the sun like a satellite
She said nothin' is true, she told me it's all permitted
The spiders [milk?] her thigh, it does not phase her
She cleans her skin with a krypton laser
Nothing is true, everything is permitted
She got heels so high, she got a gown so thin
Her eyes stop the whip before it tames her sin
She says nothin' is true, everything is permitted
Until they perfect the techniques to clone
You all better remember you're all alone
Because nothing is true, she said everything is permitted
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