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19 October 2013

Platonic Wisdom



Banksy on the rampage in New York:


by kinkminos : 19.10.13
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“When the going gets weird
the weird turn pro”

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Kuchh mujhe yaar ki ·judai· maar gai



Vow man, vot a band. (Tho' their site is a bit cheesy.)

See da mornin sun on da hillside, If ya not 'appy then ya mus' be blue



They just keep teasin me
and you know they
play like they don't know
·pro·
·vo·
·kin·
me

Vot a voice, yaar!

btw, am I the only one who sees a resemblance between Hazrat-e-Nusrat and a certain unmentionable “politician” who was exiled off Main Street?

Two dead ends and you've still got to choose



“Frank settled down in the Valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail
that he drove
through his wife's forehead”



“With tornado watches
issued shortly before noon Sunday
for the areas
including the western region
of my mental health
and the northern portions
of my ability
to deal rationally
with my disconcerted
precarious
emotional situation”

I told them I was the editor of a famous etiquette book




"Give me a string bean
I'm a hungry man"
Shotgun fired and away I ran
I don't blame him too much tho
I musta looked kinda funny
(Guru ji singing Talkin WWIII Blues)

Uncrowned (& Undisputed) King of the Blues

Ladies and gentlemen, please give a nice warm round of applause for the King of the Blues: B.B.King Robert Johnson.

Covers of his songs were sung by (among others) The Rolling Stones (Love in Vain, Stop Breakin Down Blues) and Eric Clapton (Crossroad Blues), and Sweet Home Chicago has been sung by too many blues/rock bands to list here.

So take your meditations and ram it up your snout!

·Last white messiah in half his glory·
The mystery man came over
And he said "I'm outta sight!"
He said for a nominal service charge
I could reach nirvana tonight
If I was ready, willing and able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of
His pressing affairs and devote
His attention to me
But I said "Look here brother
who you jiving with that cosmik debris?"
as sung by the Late Grating Frank Zappa aur hamnava

Phoney Beatlemania had bitten the dust...



...but that was just a temporary aberration. Today glam rocks like never before (and I don't just mean musically) and The Clash is generally considered to be a crock of shit. Welcome to the 21st century if you've just arrived.

Excerpts from random Clash songs



Complete Control


They said we'd be artistically free
when we signed that bit of paper
they meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
an' worry about it later

This is Joe Public speaking
I'm controlled in the body
controlled in the mind



White Man In Hammersmith Palais


But it was Four Tops all night
with encores from stage right
charging from the bass knives
to the treble
but onstage they ain't got
no roots rock rebel
onstage they ain't got no...
roots...
rock rebel
...
All over people changing their votes
along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
they'd send a limousine anyway



Revolution Rock


Careful how you slide Clyde
all you did was glide
and you poured your beer in me hat
with my good eye on the beat
living on fixation street
I ain't got no time for that
hey
everybody smash up your seats
and rock to this brand new beat
this here music mash up the nation
this here music cause a sensation
tell your ma, tell your pa
everything's gonna be all right
can't you feel it?
don't ignore it
gonna be al-ri-i-ight
revolution rock
I am in a state of shock
so bad bad rock
this here revolution rock



Lover's Rock


You western man
you're free with your seed
when you make lover's rock
But whoops! there goes
the strength that you need
to make real cool lovers rock
cos a genuine lover
takes off his clothes
And he can make a lover
in a thousand go's
An she dont need that thing
that she had oh oh to swallow



Bankrobber


The old man spoke up in a bar
said I never been in prison
a lifetime serving one machine
is ten times worse than prison

Imagine if all the boys in jail
could get out now together
whadda you think they'd want to say to us
while we was being clever

Someday youll meet your rocking chair
cos that's where we're spinning
there's no point to wanna comb your hair
when it's grey and thinning



Rudie Can't Fail


Hear them sayin:
how you get a rude and a reckless
don't you be so crude and-a feckless
you been drinking brew for breakfast
rudie cant fail

So we reply
I know that my life make you nervous
but I tell you I can't live in service
like a doctor born for a purpose
rudie cant fail


London Calling


London calling to the imitation zone
forget it brother
you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
quit holding out
and draw another breath
London calling and I don't wanna shout
but when we were talking
I saw you nodding out
London calling see we aint got no highs
except for that one
with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming
the sun is zooming in
engines stop running
the wheat is growing thin
a nuclear error
but I have no fear
cos London is drowning
and I live by the river



We miss you Joe Strummer,
even though you look
like a character out of
Brighton Rock here



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