And how this hurts

IPC Sub-Editors dictate our youth

One of my favorite Clinic songs, from the period when Clinic was still putting out new and original music.

Baby baby we’re getting too close

One of my favorite songs on this earth.

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole

from Martha Wainwright’s spectacular debut album

Onetwothreefour fuckthecops

Fun.

Obokuri-Eemui

(from the anime Samurai Champloo)

Distorted poet, speak prose

Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit. / This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets. / Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak / Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep. / Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance / A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance / Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead our people. / How the fuck am I gonna shake your hand, when we never been seen as equals? / Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples. / False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to the feeble, / I seen you! / Regurgitate their lies. / I’ll bide my time with scrolls and ancient’s wine. / Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe. / If stars align I suppose even the blind will see, / How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into industry. / Few minutes remain, a tame soul wanders wild when it dreams. / Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and dope fiends. / These slit wrists won’t rest till I spill these last drops. /Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk. / Seen your movements through peripheral / Remain same individual. / When a man’s viewed as criminal to act animal is logical. / Audible tones honed to hold substance / Form sentence / Poor reluctant poet, speak prose / Refuse to beg repentance / Reluctant poet speak prose / Incite our peoples / We got raked through those coals / Once the truth was divulged. / Conscience calls thoughts subliminal / Actions all cyclical / Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical. / Answers seem visible when visionless / Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to false Jesus. / Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly. / Anger expressed outwardly / Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC’s. / Your fictional tales told with conviction. / Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream / since this inks been forbidden. / Distorted poet, speak prosen / Incite our peoples / We got raked over coals / But the truth’s still untold. / Meaning lost to these zealots / Prefer bullets to ballots / Watch the rich sip from chalice / As these eyes fill with malice / Peasant hands remain callous / as our days retain darkness / I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened. / Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture. / Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture. / These sullen souls misinformed / Storm gates of stronghold / Strange fate that I chose / Morbid poet speak prose. / Tattered voices arose / Red Blood written on scroll / Escapes throat an ill flow / For my violence atoned. / Modest thoughts monotone / Infant MC’s play grown / Found them hung in hallways / from cords on microphones

It’ll be a hot hot summer in hell businessman

I is just what you say you to

This is a cold war

I’ve recently turned into a fan of Janelle Monaé’s work, esp. of her new record. Below is a live clip with a performance of two sings from it. Amazing.

Baby’s gonna die tonight

Irony is over.

Oh Baby here comes the fear again.

Ride me Raw

Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.

I’m working on leaving

I am just an imbecile

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You know you can follow my voice

Incredibly, this is a cover by the Breeders, of a central song from the musical Hedwig and the angry Inch. Enjoy:

I’m doin’ the monkey now

Lead single from one of the best rock records of the 1990s. It’s been reissued recently. Get it if you can.

And if you complain once more

Time to spit new shit

Ici tout est gris / Les murs, les esprits, les rats la nuit

You’re full of shit

Look, you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen.

Soppy but I like it. Lapse of taste? Maybe. Still. When Nash picks up the chorus at the end of the song, starting with a resigned “Look”, it always breaks my cheap heart.

I be living proof to kick the truth to the young black youth

Kinnan di Leid wieda bled schaun heid.

(just ignore the video, posted this b/c of the song)

Blondes buy more peroxide

I did it for need and I did it for love

Fantastic performance of one of my favorite songs.

I’ll just read a book instead

(New Kate Nash single out)

Hey, Paul, hey Paul, hey Paul Let’s have a ball

(full disclosure: I still kinda have a crush on Kim Deal)

Unadulterated Loathing

This is a motherfucking invitation

Depressing Creatures with unprepossessing features

And you can’t pull me down!

from one of my favorite recent musicals.

So Innocent, So Full of Need

Be careful with love

via C’est moi, Sanftmut

Here come the Painbirds. R.I.P. Mark Linkous

I’ll write more of this tomorrow or later, or something, but I can’t just now. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark Linkous (Sparklehorse) killed himself. It’s not enough to say he will be missed. It’s impossible to say how much his art meant to me, and to others. Fuckin hell.

How stupid is it?

Don’t ask me is this line is about you

New record is in stores now. Review?

Don’t push me I am not ok

Tripping on fate

“Fuck it I’m not gonna stop drinking though”

since I apparently can’t write for shit, I deleted some poems and opened the vodka. Good old friend.

Winter’s here / And there ain’t nothing gonna change

…que je ne puisse plus avoir peur

Tom!

New album by Tom McRae, Alphabet of Hurricanes out soon! Listen to a brand new song on Mengia’s marvelous blog C’est moi, Sanftmut. Direct link to the song here.

Enjoy.

За то, что Вы больны — увы! — не мной

from “Ирония судьбы”, which I haven’t seen for years, until someone on the internet reminded me. *sigh*

Hey why aren’t you writing anything on your blog? Lazy much?

After having had the above, in some variations, emailed to me a few times, here’s my story: I’m sick. When I’m sick, I write badly, and can barely read. I lie back and play games on my computer.

And this is one of the best songs of the 1980s. Yeah. Fuck me I’m sick.

Kuess mir das taube Gefühl von der Haut

I got chills they’re multiplying

“another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults”

Lick my lips I’m desire

It’s educational

And with a kid on my arm / I’m still an exceptional earner

Belligerent Ghouls

One of the best current bands covers one of the best bands of the past.

“And I hope you choke on it”

She don’t use butter

One of the best songs of the 1990s.

But it comes out mad

One of my favorite songs on the planet, from one of my favorite records on the planet.

I was so afraid of the night

Надо уметь жить продолжая

Well there must be

All I did was give you a style for you to run with

And no-one I was

Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, “Grand Dark Feeling of Emptiness”

Drink up Baby

Grand dark feeling of emptiness

Er. Not a good day. You guys like this? Anybody I own an email and stuff, I’ll get to it tomorrow. Reviews etc. possibly too. Needed to get over some things.

Happy that way

Tom Robinson – Glad To Be Gay at the Amnesty International “Secret Policeman’s Ball” 1979. I always loved the song, but this performance is killer. And with things like this, it’s still relevant.

“Johnny tell me / Can you tell me how to live?”

слова – это смерть

Fuck Me Up

One of my favorite songs on one of my favorite albums by a musician who’s put out a lot of shite. Like, really awful stuff. This is just perfect, though. (Yeah I’m sappy). Ryan Adams, “Come Pick me Up”, off of “Heartbreaker”.

“I wish you would / come pick me up / take me out / fuck me up / steal my records / fuck all my friends / they’re all full of shit / with a smile on your face / and then do it again”

this is my second favorite song from the record. “Call me on your way back home, dear / Cause I miss you / And I just wanna die without you / Oh I just wanna die without you / Yeah I just wanna die without you / Without you Honey I ain’t nothing new”

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Yeah, I know. But it’s still one of the best rock songs ever written and performed.

and here’s a great song from the album before that: “Hook, Line and Sinker”.

God, I haven’t heard a decent rock set in ages, let alone danced to one. When did rock djs become so boring?

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mmmh.

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How can you not love this song? It’s Triumph, for fuck’s sake. Wu-Tang Clan. ’nuff said.

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Dead Prez’ great “They Schools”

Until I Wake Up

Another (after this one) one of my favorite songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch

“There’s a little bit of Springtime in the Back of my Mind”

Love Love Love

Zeitleiden

Impressive new German artist: Fleur Earth and her band Fleur Earth Experiment. Here the new single “Zeitleiden”. Incredible.

Rebel Girls

“Rebel Girl” and “I love fucking”, two amazing early Bikini Kill singles. The video for Rebel Girl is grrreat.

Waking up is harder / when you wanna die

My Favorite Song

Portishead: Roads. See link for studio-, see below for live version. I could use a drink. I’ll even take gin.

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One of my favorite songs ever: Jacques Brel’s “Ces Gens-Là”:

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Jimmy Eat World, “Seventeen”. Oh, come on. You know you love this song as well. Shutup.

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Dolly Parton’s “Jolene”‘s one of the best songs ever recorded.

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I love the first NWA record, and the beats are good, but the writing, the flow, seriously, it’s one of Ice Cube’s finest hours. Not sure he ever attained that level again.

I talk no more

A remark by someone on a board I frequent sent me to look up music by Jay-Jay Johanson, which in turn led me to purchase two records of his. Incredible stuff. Way to spice up depressed drinking! No, really, a fine artist, but most of you will know him already. Here are three favorite songs from the two records:

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Songs: Ohia really does my heart good. When I contemplate what to do with the shambles of my future, listening to Molina’s songs always provides some balance for me.

Odetta died

The great, marvelous, amazing Odetta, whose songs I hear at least once a week, had died on December 2. Here is an obituary from the New York Times.

“What distinguished her from the start,” Time magazine wrote in 1960, “was the meticulous care with which she tried to recreate the feeling of her folk songs; to understand the emotions of a convict in a convict ditty, she once tried breaking up rocks with a sledgehammer.”

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Quicksand’s great song “Fazer”. I wish Schreiffels would make good records again.

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Elvis Costello’s “Pump It Up”. What a song. Young Costello is always a treat. He has not aged well, sadly.

C’est le lutte finale

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I hate my way

(Throwing Muses – Hate My Way (Live 1988))

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Heard this twenty times today. May delete this later when I stop loving this. I still don’t like her delivery but this song hit me hard when I saw the video today. IT’s so well done, not just matters of gender but also race, power etc. Look closely. Not subtle but really great. And the song gets better as it progresses.

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flawless. Dead Prez – Hip Hop

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My Shit’s fucked up

The great Warren Zevon and “My Shit’s fucked up”

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The great Nina Simone performing “Be my Husband”

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Love: A House is not a Motel, off of the stellar Forever Changes, one of my ten favorite records ever.

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Mountain Goats, NO Children

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die

“Lass mich bei dir sein”

Saying basically the opposite of this Steiger poem, this song feels infinitely sad to me today. Well, it’s a bit of a sad song, but I find it overwhelmingly sad this morning.

Tout le monde viendra me voir pendu