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yeah, anyway the idea of you being the one to have a photo of Slayer's tank was just an afterthought to the whole play on Slayer keeping their bibles in pools of blood, really, I wasn't working up to it in some elaborate ploy to have a go at you ;)
 
packard goose frank zappa


Maybe you thought
I was the Packard Goose
Or the Ronald MacDonald of the nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them people, I don't need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock n roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze
Selling punk like some new kind of English disease
Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please!

Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wan u a know
I believe you is the governments whore
And keeping peoples dumb is where you're
Coming from
And keeping peoples dumb is where you're coming from
Fuck all them writers with the pen in their hand
I will be more specific so they might understand
They can all kiss my ass
But because its so grand
They best just stay away

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Joe, who did you blow?
??? pushed the button boy
And you went to the show
Better suck a little harder or the shekels won't flow
And I don t mean your thumb
So on your knees you bum
Just tell yourself it's yum
And suck it till you're numb
Journalisms kinda scary
And of it we should be wary
Wonder what became of Mary?

And no sooner has he wondered, a vision of Mary appears to him,
delivering a little lecture

VOICE OF MARY'S VISION:
Hi! It's me... the girl from the bus...
Remember? The last tour? Well...
Information is not knowledge
Knowledge is not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is THE BEST...
Wisdom is the domain of the Wis
(which is extinct).
Beauty is a French phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth neck ornament
Currently in resurgence...

And no sooner has she spoken (which is awkward and probably incorrect
but what the fuck), enormous flabby short cloth neck ornaments obscure
the horizon in a multitude, beating their ugly wings and working their hidden
chrome snap attachments as they resurge in the direction of the White Zone
seeking snack material near the Utensil Shrines of Greater America...

JOE:
If you're in the audience and like what we do
Well, we want you to know that we like you all too
But as for the sucker who will write the review
If his mind is prehensile
He'll put down his pencil
And have himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
Give it all yon got
On the Cosmic Utensil
Sit n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil
He really needs to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
Now that I got that over with
I'll just play my imaginary guitar again
Hey... sounds real good!
Hey...get down, me...
Boy, what an imagination!
Love myself better than I love myself...
I think...
What tone!
Sounds like an Elegant Gypsy!
What is that?
Musk?
 
Beatles Eleanor Rigby Lyrics

Songwriters: LENNON, JOHN WINSTON / MCCARTNEY, PAUL JAMES
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father Mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?
 
She's electric
She's in a family full of eccentrics
She done things I never expected
And I need more time

She's got a sister
And God only knows how I've missed her
And on the palm of her hand is a blister
And I need more time

And I want you to know
I've got my mind made up now
But I need more time

And I want you to say
Do you know what I'm saying?
But I need more

'Coz I'll be you and you'll be me
There's lots and lots for us to see
There's lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too?

She's got a brother
We don't get on with one another
But I quite fancy her mother
And I think that she likes me

She's got a cousin
In fact she's got 'bout a dozen
She's got one in the oven
But it's nothing to do with me

And I want you to know
I've got my mind made up now
But I need more time

And I want you to say
Do you know what I'm saying?
But I need more

'Coz I'll be you and you'll be me
There's lots and lots for us to see
There's lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too?

Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
 
yeah, anyway the idea of you being the one to have a photo of Slayer's tank was just an afterthought to the whole play on Slayer keeping their bibles in pools of blood, really, I wasn't working up to it in some elaborate ploy to have a go at you ;)


no its cool really i guessed my deicide stuff would what got me the stress or cannibal corpse stuff
 
I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.

And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of gene
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You turn to crack.
You keep on piling on.
Not puttin' back ..

Happy Mondays - Wrote For Luck http://youtu.be/C5jkOpsqxjc
 
Now that one got lazyitis
And that one go it alone
And this one go, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
All the way home

At my home (And i hope??) I don't come top of the class
Got no brown tongue lickin ass, can't do what he's asked
Won't do what he's asked

I think i did the right thing by slipping away, yeah
And the ache that's making me ache has gone for the day

Now i'm the man that shot the boss
I pinned him down and blew his face off
I'm doing time with weirdo kind
Hustlin and rustlin and watchin from behind

Now that's the man that shot the boss
He pinned him down and blew his face off
He's doing time with weirdo kind
Hustlin and rustlin and watchin from behind

Now that one got lazyitis
And that one go it alone
And that one go, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
All the way home
All the way home

http://youtu.be/YMTMqISkha8 Happy Mondays - Lazyitis
 
Don't damn me
When I speak a piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me

Be it a song or a casual conversation
To hold my tongue speaks
Of quiet reservations
Your words once heard
They can place you in a faction
My words may disturb
But at least there's a reaction

Sometimes I want to kill
Sometimes I want to die
Sometimes I want to destroy
Sometimes I want to cry
Sometimes I could get even
Sometimes I could give up
Sometimes I could give
Sometimes I never give a ****

It's only for a while
I hope you understand
I never wanted this to happen
Didn't want to be a man
So I hid inside my world
I took what I could find
I cried when I was lonely
I fell down when I was blind

But don't damn me when I speak
A piece of my mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
'Cause I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me

How can I ever satisfy you
An how can I ever make you see
That, deep inside we're all somebody
An it don't matter who you want to be
But now I gotta smile I hope you comprehend
For this man can say it happened
'Cause this child has been condemned
So I stepped into your world
I kicked you in the mind
An I'm the only witness
To the nature of my crime

But look at what we've done
To the innocent and young
Whoa listen to who's talking
'Cause we're not the only ones
The trash collected by the eyes
And dumped into the brain
Said it tears into our conscious thoughts
You tell me who's to blame

I know you don't want to hear me crying
An I know you don't want to hear me deny
That your satisfaction lies in your illusions
But your delusions are yours an not mine
We take for granted that we know the whole story
We judge a book by it's cover
And read what we want
Between selected lines

Don't hail me
An don't idolize the ink
Or I've failed in my attentions
Can you find the missing link
Your only validation is in living your own life
Vicarious existence is a ****ing waste of time
So I send this song to the offended
I said what I meant and I've never pretended
As so many others do intending just to please
If I damned your point of view
Could you turn the other cheek

Don't damn me when I speak a piece a mind
'Cause silence isn't golden
When I'm holding it inside
I've been where I have been
An I've seen what I have seen
Put the pen to the paper
'Cause it's all a part of me
Don't damn me
I said don't damn me
I said don't hail me
Ah, don't damn me

http://youtu.be/XDhkVTKTBoY Guns N' Roses-Don't Damn Me
 
I've got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train.
And if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same.
We might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain.
What seemed so simple in the evening by the morning seems insane.
 
A year ago today was when you went away
But now you come back knocking on my door
And you say you're back to stay, but I say


I don't need you (I don't need you)

I don't want you (I don't want you)

I don't need you (Oh you treat me so bad baby)

I don't love you (Oh you treat me like a piece of shit)

I don't need you (Oh you know that's not it)

I don't want you

I can't use you (gotta get a little rubber girl)

Need a rubber girl (rubber girl)

Send me up a little rubber girl (y'know I can put it in the back)

I got a rubber girl (got one with a 69 dollar battery pack)

Here comes my rubber girl (my little rubber girl)

A little rubber girl (she loves to do anything I want)

Little rubber girl (my little rubber girl)

My little rubber girl (I pull the string and she can do anything)

I know she loves me (I can put it in the back)

I know she loves me (I can put it in the front crack)

I know she loves me (I can push her tonsils down her throat)

I know she loves me (and make that bitch scream like a goat)

I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (I like to bend her over and ram it all the way in)

I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (and then go back and do it again)

I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (y'know you treated me like shit)

I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (Ahh, that's why I never find me a lady)

I love my little rubber girl (little rubber girl)

I never have no trouble with my little rubber girl (she's a lonely girl)

I never have no trouble with my rubber girl (I just pull the string and she pumps up fast)

And she dances great! (She likes to put it in the back, I gotta girl)

Little rubber girl (You know I fuck you every day)

Run-nnn-nn-nnn (and you treat me like shit)

Run-nnn-nn-nnn (fuck you bitch I'm gonna rape)

Run-nnn-nn-nnn (my little rubber girl)

Run-nnn-nn-nnn (Little rubber girl)

Little rubber girl (oh my little rubber girl)

Little rubber girl (oh my little rubber girl)

Little rubber girl (hey my little rubber girl)

(Is this the right time to put you in heaven baby)

You know, me and my rubber girl
We get along really swell, we never argue.
Three holes, no waiting
 
Drying up in conversation, you will be the one who cannot talk

All your insides fall to pieces, you just sit there wishing you could still make love

They're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all sussed out

They're the ones who'll spit at you, you will be the one screaming out
 
Sorry pal, its Radiohead, High and Dry

You mentioning the smiths has just made me think of another favourite of mine..

Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have

Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare

Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care

There's no shame,
So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
 
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