Archive for the ‘Music’ Category

DEATH METAL BANJO CLUSTERFUCK YEAH

March 10, 2009
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ARISE JACKIE O, JONATHAN OF KENNEDY

January 16, 2009

Can’t stop listening to this…

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Presidents bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, johnny ride
Kennedys shattered head hits concrete
Ride, johnny ride

Johnnys wife is floundering
Johnnys wife is scared
Run, jackie run

Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the presidents dead
You gotta suck, suck, jackie suck

Presidents bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, johnny ride
Kennedys shattered head hits concrete
Ride, johnny ride

Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the presidents dead
You gotta suck, suck, jackie suck

Arise jackie o, jonathon of kennedy
Well, arise and be shot down
The dirts gonna be your dessert
My cum be your life source
And the only way to get it
Is to suck or fuck
Or be poor and devoid
And masturbate me, masturbate me
Then slurp it from your palm
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun

SHALAI LAI LAI HALILILI HAI LO! HI LI BA LAI HEY HI LI BAI LO

January 10, 2009

Gettin’ Arab Money…

It has its own dance…

Easier than Crank Dat

Chicken Noodle Soup is still the best…

R.I.P. RON ASHETON

January 8, 2009

Evidently his heart was not full of Napalm.

SCHINDLER’S LISTS: AWESOME DRAWN ALBUM ART

December 16, 2008

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WHEN NEW CREATURES RAPE YOUR FACE

December 14, 2008

A STRANGE FORM OF LIFE

December 11, 2008

One of the many great things about Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy is that when he plays live he does completely different versions of songs to the ones on the record. A Strange Form Of Life was my favourite off the album before last and this live version with stand-up bass and fiddles tickles my fancy…

Also, he did an epic version of Death To Every on the live album Summer In The Southeast. It beats the original, if you want to know what I think.

LAST CARESS

December 8, 2008

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I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as its dead

Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as she spread

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Go

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress

Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesnt matter much to me
As long as its dead

Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death
One last caress

One last caress, sweet death
One last caress, sweet death

ROBOT TEST

December 2, 2008

If you’ve been listening to too much Napalm Death or sitting around smoking crack and staying up for days masturbating to progressively more depraved porn, then you may need a little balsam for your soul. If you aren’t moved by this clip of Antony singing Leonard Cohen’s If It Be Your Will, then congratulations: you are robot.

I normally don’t like it when other people sing Leonard Cohen songs. They always seem to emphasise the wrong bits and turn all that pathos into bathos, so the song ends up as rotten tear porn for white bread shit like the OC, but Antony really nailed it. Here is the same song being sung by Leonard. His voice is amazing, it’s an aural equivalent of old an map, all yellow cracked parchment.

THERE IS NO ANOMALY IN THE WORLD LIKE YOU

November 14, 2008

Find the lyrics to a song. Nothing too literal – hip hop songs are good. Paste them into Google Translate. Translate into language of your choice. Traditional Chinese is good because of it’s antiquated turn of phrase. Retranslate back into English.

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2 Live Crew – Baby, Baby Please (Just A Little More Head)

Lyrics, baby, baby, (who is responsible for a bit)
Chorus: (Mixx scratches the line from “Standard & Poor’s man”)

The new 1: Brother Marquis
I thought I was fuckin ‘, until I became a
When the bitch said: “The marquis, you can not insist on your Cheney in my mouth?”
I have the experience, all in sexual intercourse in the head
‘This is because half the time in bed
When she asked, you know that I come runnin ‘
With Cheney in my hand, licking the first time, I nuttin ‘
There is no anomaly in the world like you
‘You reason, I Dick sucking until I have a blue ball

Chorus

Poetry 2: Fresh Kid Ice
I remember my first crack down on the work of the
Do you know what I mean is that at the time she was in the Bob slobs
She is a Kissin ‘in the head, and then she was off my ball
I feel that my skin has begun to crawl
And maintain a prostitute suckin ‘as an abnormal heat
Movin ‘sleep like a basser
After her to do so, that is what I said:
“Baby, baby, please! As long as the person in charge a little more!”

Chorus

Mixx start from scratch, “Kiss, it will leave its own!” And “I smoke, I
Partner Dick! ”

Chorus

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Public Enemy – Bring Tha Noise

Lyrics, the tower noise:
Bass! How low do you go?
Brothers know what is on death row
Back again is unbelievable
Yun animals
D. an incredible public enemy number one
Five oxygen, said: “freeze!” And I am numb
I can not tell them that I really never had a gun?
However, the wax spinning Terminator X
Now, they let me in the cell of the cause of my records, they sell
‘The reason I like brothers and said: “ah
Han is a prophet, I think you should listen to
He can tell you that you should do ”
In accordance with the present power that
“Let’s a miracle. Days, pump the lyrical”
Black is back, all, we must victory
Checked, you are, here we are again

Chorus:
Open it up! So that the tower noize!

Has never been badder than bad ’cause my brother is crazy Rubiaceae
In the fact that corruption, as a senator
A roll-call of the soul, but you put it like soap rope
‘The reason the beat of the line, so that the coating
I learned to listen to the music inside, said the critics
I burst
They will not take care of brothers and sisters across the now
Our country up to the war

We have got to prove, come now, they will have to wait
It was not until we get the right
I suspect that the radio stations of their dark
They call themselves black, but we have to see if they play the

Chorus

I am from in front of the crowd at me
The warmth of our country deejay, and his X, I asked him to Fan, ya know
He can cut a record from one side
In that case, it’s safer not be gliding suicide
Control of the soul, your father was defeated Rock
Music whatcha, for whichin ‘, you call a band, man
Kim ‘music, abuse it, but you can not do so, the sub-know
You ask them to demonstrate, but we took luxury cars,
Whatcha certain how to do? Rap not afraid of you
Beat Sangnibonuo is, the fight is Yoko Ono
Matsushita said the first operation may be a deejay band
Self-reliance so that you are out of your seat
Beat that, as well as Eric B and L.L., hell
Wax is the anthrax, but it can rock bells
Never never, in general, will be sold
Time for me to withdraw from, Terminator X of it

Chorus

From the east and west coasts, so you no longer like a coma
‘Position, my people? Beat boast the same dose
Rock with some vigor, it will last you ask why?
Roll the rock star, but will never accept
We have to pleed Fifth, we can explore
Do not need to wait and let records
Hey, the implementation of the BSA, has been Terminator-style
Check the signing of ten, get paid to play
We have been checking out ways to decrease
A magazine or two is dissing me and you dissing
Yes ah, I tell you