Irreligious countries and ****.

... Giddy up!

liamw wrote: »

I have to get up for work in the morning

So there I was, totally sitting in a cafe. The girl came over to me and asked me what I wanted to order. Naturally I said "double whiskey babe, make it icey". So she looked at me and said (you will have to imagine the Lithuanian accent) "This is a cafe, we don't serve alcohol". So I says to her, I says "Listen I'm not trying to be hawkward but you asked me what I wanted, and what I want is icey whiskey. But that's not important right now. What I will accept is an Earl Grey with a spoon full of whatever coffee you have lying around dumped into it". All credit to her, she said "no problem dickhead."

So I'm sitting there waiting for my Earl grey and coffee (and more than likely with added Lithuanian spit) {some weirdo's would pay a fortune for that I'm sure} and who do I see sitting two tables over from me but a little familiar looking kind of baldy guy.

So Lithuanian girl comes back to the table with my concoction and I query of her "sorry, is that guy in here a lot?". She, looking understandably annoyed at this point, says "yes that's Barry, he comes in every day." and she walks away.

So I'm thinking "Barry?....Barry?...Holy **** I knew I recognised him. There was Barry McGuigan, one of my all time sporting heros sitting in the same cafe as me. So cool as I usually am about these things I decided just as I am almost finished my coffee to go over and say 'hi'.

So I walk over to Barry's table and say "Hi man, sorry to disturb you but I love your work." He looks up at me and says "thank you, always nice to meet a fan." So I, messing, say "want to show me some of your stuff?"

Next thing I know Barry reaches under the table and starts pulling something out of a guitar case! Now he's from Norn Iron so completely reasonably I presume it's a gun and throw a right hook at him. I didn't throw it hard or anything, figured he was just trying to scare me and I would do the same back to relieve the tension, and I mean he is the Clones Cyclone so I figured he would duck. But it landed. And he went down like he had never stepped in a ring before in his life. Bang, hit the floor.

So I am thinking 'oops, how did that happen?'.

Turns out it was actually Barry McGuire not Barry McGuigan. But he came round a couple of minutes later and was happy as a clam just after that. I credit the mouthful of Earl Grey/coffee/Lithuanian spit mixture I gave him a mouthful of when he regained consciousness. The stuff is like an elixir.

Either way he went back under the table and into the guitar case again, but knowing he wasn't a Nordie I was chilled about it this time. You'll never guess what? He only pulls a guitar out of the case. (A bit mainstream, I'll admit.) But then he breaks into this song and all is forgiven, 'cause this is one dinosaur of a song.

(Disclaimer: Some literary license may have been taken in the telling of this anecdote. But my god, wasn't it worth it to hear this song?... The answer you are looking for is 'yes' btw.)

I could tell this utter nonsense over and over and over again, my friend. But I won't because we're on the Eve of Destruction...



The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

dead one wrote: »

"i was dead
i came alive
i was tears
i became laughter

all because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal

love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don't
fit this house

i went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains

love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don't
fit the group

i went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness

love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism

i went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all

love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering every one
around you

i am no more
a candle spreading light
i gather no more crowds
and like smoke
i am all scattered now

love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader

i am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes

love said
you already have
your own wings
i will not give you
more feathers

and then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light
overflowed with fresh life

now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
i have become
the giver of light

Savage... In the best possible meaning if the word.

dead one wrote: »

savage --Between the conception--And the creation-- Between the emotion--And the response--- Falls the Shadow

"There is no God!
Nature confirms the faith his death-groan sealed.
Let heaven and earth, let man's revolving race,
His ceaseless generations, tell their tale;
Let every part depending on the chain
That links it to the whole, point to the hand
That grasps its term! Let every seed that falls
In silent eloquence unfold its store
Of argument; infinity within,
Infinity without, belie creation;
The exterminable spirit it contains
Is Nature's only God; but human pride
Is skilful to invent most serious names
To hide its ignorance.

'The name of God
Has fenced about all crime with holiness,
Himself the creature of his worshippers,
Whose names and attributes and passions change,
Seeva, Buddh, Foh, Jehovah, God, or Lord,
Even with the human dupes who build his shrines,
Still serving o'er the war-polluted world
For desolation's watchword; whether hosts
Stain his death-blushing chariot-wheels, as on
Triumphantly they roll, whilst Brahmins raise
A sacred hymn to mingle with the groans;
Or countless partners of his power divide
His tyranny to weakness; or the smoke
Of burning towns, the cries of female helplessness,
Unarmed old age, and youth, and infancy,
Horribly massacred, ascend to heaven
In honor of his name; or, last and worst,
Earth groans beneath religion's iron age,
And priests dare babble of a God of peace,
Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood,
Murdering the while, uprooting every germ
Of truth, exterminating, spoiling all,
Making the earth a slaughter-house!"

dead one wrote: »

There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.

"Yet slow and gradual dawned the morn of love;
Long lay the clouds of darkness o'er the scene,
Till from its native heaven they rolled away:
First, crime triumphant o'er all hope careered
Unblushing, undisguising, bold and strong,
Whilst falsehood, tricked in virtue's attributes,
Long sanctified all deeds of vice and woe,
Till, done by her own venomous sting to death,
She left the moral world without a law, {Strobe comment: Moral Nihilism?}
No longer fettering passion's fearless wing,
Nor searing reason with the brand of God.
Then steadily the happy ferment worked;
Reason was free; and wild though passion went
Through tangled glens and wood-embosomed meads,
Gathering a garland of the strangest flowers,
Yet, like the bee returning to her queen,
She bound the sweetest on her sister's brow,
Who meek and sober kissed the sportive child,
No longer trembling at the broken rod."

you're way back home

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xWX62Gk41Q

Poor Min, hard not to feel for the oul broad. She just wanted to rock.


...and because I'm such a nice and thoughtful, not to mention classy and modest, guy - a full on hardcore scat video for your viewing pleasure.




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"I'm the scatman

Ski bi di bi di do bap do
Do bam do

Bada bwi ba ba bada bo
Baba ba da bo
Bwi ba ba ba do [x2]

(More Scatting)

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact
Don't let nothing hold you back
If the scatman can do it
So can you
Everybody says that the scatman stutters
But doesn't ever stutters when he sings
But what you don't know
I'm gonna tell you right now
That the stutter and the scat is the same thing
Yo, I'm the scat man
Where's the scat man? I'm the scat man.

Why should we be pleasing any politician heathens who would
Try to change the seasons if they could
The state of the condition
Insults my institution
And it only makes me crazy and my heart like wood

Everybody stutters one way or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact
Don't let nothing hold you back
If the scatman can do it, brother
So can you, I'm the scat man.

Bada bwi ba ba bada bo
Baba ba da bo
Bwi ba ba ba do [x2]

Ski bi di bi di do bap do
Do bam do [x3]

Everybody stutters one day or the other
So check out my message to you
As a matter of fact
Don't let nothing hold you back
If the scatman can do it
So can you

I hear you ask all about the meaning of scat
Well I'm the professor and all I can tell you
Is while you're still sleeping
The saints are still weeping
'Cause things you call dead haven't yet had the chance to be born
I'm the scatman

[Scat, scat and more scat.]

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He's the Scatman. Try and deny it, I dare ye.

The Quadratic Equation wrote: »

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_E0ZF2uIKs

RandolphEsq wrote: »

Atheist goons.

I like your signature. Is the meaning of it utterly lost on you?

Verily! What magnanimous scoundrels are to we beholden! But what a sight! Far too early to be in such a shameful state! Apologies and commiserations to all affected by delays. Services shall resume shortly

It's just a fucking be wide, look alive, don't pass go, stay slippy coincidence that this album happens to happen to have a song with some vague quasi (<<great word) religious title in it's arsenal. But if you adopt that as a reason for not listening to it straight through from head to knee ('cause below the knee it's all pretty much utilitarian) then I will not be impressed.



Lyrics

I mean, think about it. How granite hard would you have to rock to call your band Sparklehorse?

Best album released in the last 16 years and 4 months my friends, soak it up. Fill your boots, El Capitan.



Lyrics

Consider yourself Strobed.

Mistress 69 wrote: »

great stuff....:cool:

Ah, a newcomer enters. Welcome Mistress, please observe the sign indicating the danger inherent in the clocks and respect it's fundamental message. Those dangerous sharply pointed clocks...

For your listening pleasure, courtesy of the house,

(There is a whistling outro. Everyone loves a whistling outro.) << {That's a true if I ever did hear one.}


Also, if you are a consumer of televisual entertainment, perhaps you have happened across this little soul enriching number via the medium of advertisimal marketing.

Happy Winter everybody! << {People don't say that nearly half enough. Historically winter has always been a time of foreboding, that's understandable. But I say, learn to love the things you fear. The only true freedom is liberty from apprehension.}


May you all see the Spring in as unrelentingly a spirit of rebellion as you last left it.

Say a word for Jimmy Brown, kids, the guy had his shoes stolen... it appears. And apparently if you don't got shoes, you don't got nothin. You don't got nuthin at all.



Edited: 'Cause it needs no nothing extra.'

So, Judeo Christianity you say? Sounds interesting. Could you possibly give me an idea of what it's all about?

Well, if you insist...



Can you feel the love, brother?

... No?

Get the soap boys, this guy is trying to be an individual!




**** you youtube! Leave well enough alone. Why hassle your own dealy?

Don't hassle your own dealy kids, it's never worth it.

Just leads to a hassled dealy, so I'm told.

(No delete.)