Giant Sand - The Love Songs (1989)
Giant Sand - Swerve (1990)
"The convoluted wording of legalisms grew up around the necessity to hide from ourselves the violence we intend toward each other. Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. You have done violence to him, consumed his energy. Elaborate euphemisms may conceal your intent to kill, but behind any use of power over another the ultimate assumption remains: 'I feed on your energy.'
- Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah (1969)
March 30, 2007
What You Do When There Is Nothing You Can Do
Velvet Monkeys - Rotting Corpse au Go-Go (1989)
The spacelords blew into the system in fancy-ass transwarp multigeneration leather bucket seat and airconditioned starships, mucking up and down and all around in every possible dimension, space-Euro-trash in knockoff Gucci life-support belts, showing off their fancy power steering and blasting their bass-heavy technomusic (all bad Kraftwerk disco imitation crap) on every channel until finally we'd just had enough. (The last straw was when they pulled up to Mars and ordered ten-thousand cappucinos then left without paying!) We pulled out the planets, ran in the asteroid belt, put out the sun and left. It was easier than living with them.
The spacelords blew into the system in fancy-ass transwarp multigeneration leather bucket seat and airconditioned starships, mucking up and down and all around in every possible dimension, space-Euro-trash in knockoff Gucci life-support belts, showing off their fancy power steering and blasting their bass-heavy technomusic (all bad Kraftwerk disco imitation crap) on every channel until finally we'd just had enough. (The last straw was when they pulled up to Mars and ordered ten-thousand cappucinos then left without paying!) We pulled out the planets, ran in the asteroid belt, put out the sun and left. It was easier than living with them.
You Can Put Your Fist Up In The Air, But Be Prepared
The Jody Grind - One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure (1990)
Particle spin decay spoofing, every teen's favorite game, just like Pac-Man, just like Pong, just like being a highschool bully in a pond, making babies random, making phone calls too, bleeding out of every hole, it's every teen's favorite game.
Particle spin decay spoofing, every teen's favorite game, just like Pac-Man, just like Pong, just like being a highschool bully in a pond, making babies random, making phone calls too, bleeding out of every hole, it's every teen's favorite game.
March 29, 2007
The Interior Mechanical Mind Of A Trouser Press
Lemonheads - Creator (1988)
Up, down, smash, hiss! Up, down, smash, hiss! Up, down, smash, hiss! "I'm such a lucky fella, such a lucky fella, to have a job I love!" Up, down, smash, hiss!
Up, down, smash, hiss! Up, down, smash, hiss! Up, down, smash, hiss! "I'm such a lucky fella, such a lucky fella, to have a job I love!" Up, down, smash, hiss!
Random Night Thoughts Of the Undead
Eleventh Dream Day - Lived to Tell (1991)
Nothing feeds the soul better than another soul, thought Tiny Vlad, the world's smallest vampire according to the Guinness Book of Supernatural Records. This distinction aside, TV was not happy. He was barely large enough to put the bite on a guinea pig and guinea pigs are notorious for the stinginess of their interior lives. One cannot survive on such small-minded creatures. Someday, someday, somebody would hit him with wooden ruler or a toothpick and that'd be the end.
Nothing feeds the soul better than another soul, thought Tiny Vlad, the world's smallest vampire according to the Guinness Book of Supernatural Records. This distinction aside, TV was not happy. He was barely large enough to put the bite on a guinea pig and guinea pigs are notorious for the stinginess of their interior lives. One cannot survive on such small-minded creatures. Someday, someday, somebody would hit him with wooden ruler or a toothpick and that'd be the end.
Never Think Too Much When You Can Play Guitar Instead
Pussy Galore - Right Now! (1987)
Jerry was a man-beetle, but what kind of man-beetle was the puzzle. He had chitinous armor, an exoskeleton, mandibles, six lovely limbs, hind wings, a scuttling quality of mind and an array of sensory equipment no non-beetle could possibly possess. That ruled out the non-beetle man-beetle theory. And what a thorax! Golden, glistening - the ladies loved Jerry's thorax! But a thorax does not a man-beetle make and while he pondered his loneliness and his special destiny, the puzzle of his man-beetlehood, he really should have been learning to play guitar. Ladies like guitar players even better.
Jerry was a man-beetle, but what kind of man-beetle was the puzzle. He had chitinous armor, an exoskeleton, mandibles, six lovely limbs, hind wings, a scuttling quality of mind and an array of sensory equipment no non-beetle could possibly possess. That ruled out the non-beetle man-beetle theory. And what a thorax! Golden, glistening - the ladies loved Jerry's thorax! But a thorax does not a man-beetle make and while he pondered his loneliness and his special destiny, the puzzle of his man-beetlehood, he really should have been learning to play guitar. Ladies like guitar players even better.
March 28, 2007
Some Things Are Best Not Examined Too Closely, Like Belly Button Lint
Dinosaur Jr. - Dinosaur (1985)
Molten planetoid-sized chunks of former planet flew past the satellite station, so far successfully deflected by its screens, but Raymond knew there was a chunk out there with his name on it. The scientists had gone too far, evidently, drilled too deep, examined too closely, angered something too greatly. Didn't matter now, really. He sipped his vodka and coffee - the last of both - and let his fingers idly trail across the control panel. "Eeny, meeny, miny..." he whispered, pinky finger over the screen's power button. "Moe." Like there was another choice.
Molten planetoid-sized chunks of former planet flew past the satellite station, so far successfully deflected by its screens, but Raymond knew there was a chunk out there with his name on it. The scientists had gone too far, evidently, drilled too deep, examined too closely, angered something too greatly. Didn't matter now, really. He sipped his vodka and coffee - the last of both - and let his fingers idly trail across the control panel. "Eeny, meeny, miny..." he whispered, pinky finger over the screen's power button. "Moe." Like there was another choice.
He Hated His Dreams, His Falling Asleep
Husker Du - New Day Rising (1985) [Post #100!]
He had no arms to put inside the cavern mouth, to pull out the shining diamond and clay dog within. It barked and barked at him with rays of light shining out its throat, salty with desire to run free across the lawns and call him Master. Together they cried, he with his head against the hole and it within, eyes glittering with love.
He had no arms to put inside the cavern mouth, to pull out the shining diamond and clay dog within. It barked and barked at him with rays of light shining out its throat, salty with desire to run free across the lawns and call him Master. Together they cried, he with his head against the hole and it within, eyes glittering with love.
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