July 31, 2003

Frederick Knight : "I've Been Lonely For So Long".

I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along

These ain't rain clouds over my head
Everybody's throwing rocks in my bed
Just can't seem to get ahead in life
Ooh, nothin' I do ever turn out right
Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along

I lay awake every night
Tryin' to figure out how to make things right
There's got to be a better way I know
To shake this monkey off 'cause he's makin' me so
Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along
I've been lonely for so long
Don't seem like happiness will come along

Yes, I know what it feels like to be lonely
To have your friends turn their backs on you, yes I've been lonely
To never know the real meaning of peace of mind, yes

I lay awake every night
Tryin' to figure out how to make things right
There's got to be a better way I know
To shake this monkey off 'cause he's makin' me so
Won't somebody help me please

'Cause I've been lonely for so long.

Posted by dean at 12:10 AM

July 30, 2003

First Bomb 'Em Then Pistol Whip 'Em! by Kristy on 11-Jul-03.

Wasn't 15 minutes of fame just under 14 minutes and 30 seconds? Wasn't there a *time* when you made your shitty fucking record, did your drugs, fucked all your STD-trodden groupies senseless then fucked-off to do heroin in a dilapidated hotel room in downtown L.A. with the $250/week royalty check waiting for the yuppie executives from VH-1 to come around to film your FAT beer belly for another incredibly boring 'Where Are They Now, And Who Gives A Fuck?' series?

Even when "rock stars" die or as the filthy hippie who wants to be so "anti-corporate" yet charges up to $85 a ticket Neil Young said, "fade away" the reality is they do neither. Rock 'n' Roll has no scruples anymore (like it ever did) for if it's not some Armani suit-wearing FAT FUCK from Sony Records about to pull the crime of the century by not only signing Celine Dion and J-Ho, but to SUE every music listening motherfucker who happens to "download" the new, er, let's say, P Diddy record, then its those pertinacious sad fucks the SEX PISTOLS wanting to play in Iraq.

Yeah, that'll go down well, you flying-pig fat fuck rutabaga-haired dimwit. Never mind that fact that there just maybe, yes MAYBE some lame, yet hidden weapon of "MASS DESTRUCTION" laying around, say, in a Iraqi dumpster, and that America has has more soliders killed *after* the so-called "war" then while in it, and there is no government, no economic municipality, you ignore the obvious and want to do a "benefit gig" for the people of Iraq! Either the Californian sun has melted what's left of your brain or your ineffable stupidity won't quit.

Tell me, Mr. Lydon, oh, may I call you Mr. Lydon? After all, for a man who once sang about having "no future" and now lives in a gated community with high security and a indoor as well as outdoor swimming pool in every home in Bel-Air I think "Mr" is probably the nicest name I can call you right now. Anyway, tell me, who(m) is to "benefit" from your "benefit"? Hmmmm? Some poor, uneducated, highy-hygiene-lacking Iraqi with a "DEATH TO AMERICA" politics? Or is it a loyalist to Saddam with a Russian genade launcher aimed at your tiny Limey nuts? I'm sure you'll finally KNOW the meaning of what "no future" means lickty god-damn split!

And who pays for your protection much less want to see your poncey British ass in Iraq? Tony Blair? No, you HATE him, remember? George Bush? Maybe, but harken to the idea that your "benefit gig" for all those "poor," "starving," and "uneducated" people in Iraq might help to buy more US flags to burn after you throw them a crumb or two. Gee, won't THAT be swell of the 6:00 primetime news? Did oyu really think it would go to food, a classroom, a better way of life?

You know, for someone who so preached about "anachary and destruction" you tend to love the fringes of Western materialism: the Bel-Air home, the cars, a chance to cop a feel of the now defunct "virgin" Britney surgically-enhanced tits, to say "fuck" on VH-1...and to still think that after 30 years that you and the Pistols are somehow still revelent. Even before his unnessary death and even-more unnessary suffering, Joey Ramone knew when to call it quits - along with every other motherfucker who grinded out a tune and WORKED for his pay. But no you! Oh no, because you were so "SHOCKING" back in the 70's and that cartoon coporate 'God Of Fuck' Manson was/is nothing compared to you and your antics. Yeah, you wrote "the book" maaaaan.

Just for once quit being such a ponce - for that title has been given over to shitwads like Radiohead - and come clean. This so-called "benefit gig" isn't about the people of Iraq. It never was. It's about longevity and hangin on to that remaining 30 seconds of fame as long as you can. And as far as your boring North America tour is going, isn't a little more then sad ticket sales are slumping? Sure, people will come - mainly FAT 70's punk burnouts like yourself and those "too cool" for MTV kids who hate the government and want to "smash the system" - all driving BMWs, Mercedes SL-500's and going to college in places like Stanford or Princeton.

And lastly, who the FUCK in IRAQ would want to see you? You and your Western Satan rock 'n' roll descreating such Holy Land? Fuck, they will not only fucking KILL you, but drag your FAT Bel-Air swimming pool ass throughout the streets of Baghdad like a god damn looted refrigerator for Allah. You can almost hear the shouts now: "God Save The Queen" being replaced with "Give is Eminen, 50 Cent, Christina, Britney, America's white women and whiskey..."
PlayLouder

Posted by dean at 02:33 PM

Eel Loce Goj, Page 39.

I retained a vivid memory of her whispering, "You're a very strange person," and then kissing me on the mouth.

Posted by dean at 11:22 AM

July 28, 2003

You Shouldn't Even Be In The Same Room With Her You Pompous Celibate.

Posted by dean at 02:24 PM

July 27, 2003

Wire : "Comet".

It's coming fast
It's a comet
Coming this way
With your name on it

It's a Heaven sent
Extinction event

And the chorus goes
B- b- b- b- bang, then a whimper.

Posted by dean at 09:48 PM

July 25, 2003

The Small Girl Walks Out Of The Restaurant, Shrugging.

"He doesn't care," she says.

Posted by dean at 01:00 PM

July 23, 2003

The Old Ones Were Nice And Light, But Far Too Coffin Like.

LOOK AT IT! My map rocks. It's not done yet, but it's still cool as crap (and we all know how cool crap is!). Anyway, when it's done you'll be able to click on the individual state and that'll bring up a bigger more detailed state map with our general route marked out so crazies can find us. I like cheese. We should have a contest where you can pick a point on the map and if one of us dies there you win. There would be rules, like who is going to die at that point and how will they die, kind of a death lottery.

Posted by dean at 02:03 PM

Eel Loce Goj, Page 29.

Something suddenly seemed very interesting to her outside the passenger window. I let her stare at it for as long as she needed to.

Posted by dean at 01:34 AM

July 21, 2003

suede : "positivity".

You say what you want to say
your diamonds are drops of rain
your smile is your credit card
and your currency is your love

and the morning is for you
and the air is free
and the birds sing for you
and your positivity

so you play where you want to play
on the main streets where the creeps all pray
and you can feel like you're in dynasty
and you can be what you want to be

and the morning is for you
and the air is free
and the birds sing for you
and your positivity

and the cars crash for you
and the sunshine is free
and the sirens call you
yes the morning is for you
yes the air is free
and yes the world spins for you
and your positivity
positivity.

Posted by dean at 05:16 PM

July 19, 2003

Sitting In The Arts Tunnel At University, A Long Time White Ninja Admirer Exclaimed To Scott, "Draw Me A White Ninja."


Posted by dean at 03:13 PM

July 16, 2003

Eel Loce Goj, Page 22.

"Great." She smiled as though she had a question for me, but then decided to keep it to herself. "I'll keep an eye out for you. Come anytime after six."

Posted by dean at 07:01 PM

July 13, 2003

The First One Minute Forty-Seven Seconds Of This Program Is Broadcast In Dutch, The Remainder Is In English.

Documentary --> The Carlyle Group Is Not Unpowerfully Uncorrupt.

Posted by dean at 10:43 PM

July 10, 2003

I Didn't Kill You, You Dirty Little Pervert, Now Give Me Your Car Keys Before I Cut Your Pecker Off!

Posted by dean at 11:38 AM

July 09, 2003

A2, Page 182.

I felt I could sit there forever, suffering. It seemed a valuable thing to do. Sit still for years on end and eventually things will begin to revolve around you, ideas and people and wars, depending for their folly and brilliance on that source of light which is human inertia. If you stay in one spot long enough, generals and statesmen will come to you and ask for your opinion.

Posted by dean at 12:00 PM

July 08, 2003

A2, Page 181.

You go for long walks that are like episodes in French novels. You feel that some great encounter is about to take place, something that will change the course of your life. Some old gardener will take you into an attic room, play the violin as it has never been played before and tell you the secret of existence. A dark woman will draw alongside in a new convertible and then lean over, without a word, and open the door for you; she will drive you to Mexico and undress you very slowly.

Posted by dean at 12:20 AM

July 07, 2003

A2, Page 175.

We desired this sleep because we were twenty years old and already beginning to learn there was no such thing as invincibility. We wished to take what was left of our courage and hope, and retire it to a dream.

Posted by dean at 01:24 PM

July 06, 2003

A2, Page 165.

Jesus I hate this kind of letter. If only I were less sane. I could write poems the size of cathedrals!

Posted by dean at 01:05 PM

July 05, 2003

A2, Page 159.

Numbers were important because whatever fears we might have had concerning the shattering of our minds were largely dispelled by the satisfaction of knowing precisely how we were being driven mad, at what decibel rating, what mach-ratio, what force of aerodynamic drag.

Posted by dean at 02:44 PM

July 02, 2003

Play With The Robot.

Posted by dean at 05:40 PM

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