tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70108913303218973172024-02-07T17:33:01.445-08:00Gabes UK 82Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-76975247131177249352013-08-26T00:20:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.121-07:00For those of you who want to get in touchEmail me at <a href="mailto:Landofnohope@att.net">Landofnohope@att.net</a><br /><br />I live in the Los Angeles area in California.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-543900122659835562013-08-26T00:17:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.129-07:00Sudden ReturnAfter cleaning up over a thousand comments consisting of obnoxious spam, I feel it's time that I start back here I left off. I want to thank all the band members who have commented and corrected my mistakes. Please comment if there is something I missed or made a mistake on. I also want to thank all the listeners for commenting and providing more answers as well as their own experiences with the bands.<br /><br />There are still a lot of bands left, and a few off topic posts also. There is much to do, but we have so little time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-31066482818729552592013-05-16T23:46:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.138-07:00It's been a while. The reason why there haven't been any new posts is due to all the projects I have been involved in these past two years. There really just hasn't been enough time. Don't think that it is the end because there are still a lot of bands on my list that will have posts once I get finished with what I'm doing.<br /><br />If you want to get in touch or have any questions, post a comment on here. I've received an immense amount of spam so it has become very difficult for me to keep track of all the comments in the other posts.<br /><br />In the meantime, all the posts I made about the bands on here from late 2011 to early 2012 can be seen on this website:<br /><br /><a href="http://disciplesofmalcolm.tumblr.com/tagged/anarcho+punk">http://disciplesofmalcolm.tumblr.com/tagged/anarcho+punk</a><br /><br />There are quite a few pages to go through. Eventually, the information there will be transferred over here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-7675743686802805672012-02-23T18:04:00.000-08:002013-09-25T19:31:21.148-07:00Blood & Roses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxeIWEnej9rSUDgfRQJMt-ckj7oZiQ-WZ31U1OcXd3A5mXJ04ocuLIDi2meRT_u-wD52BW0QzdHVpD5VoqzILg4UXAOnoWotmS-L11GyWR1ocZKOWTFWRue_zG6Gkl8yNNrfslPwPV7g/s1600/KYPP696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="370px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxeIWEnej9rSUDgfRQJMt-ckj7oZiQ-WZ31U1OcXd3A5mXJ04ocuLIDi2meRT_u-wD52BW0QzdHVpD5VoqzILg4UXAOnoWotmS-L11GyWR1ocZKOWTFWRue_zG6Gkl8yNNrfslPwPV7g/s640/KYPP696.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><br /> Blood & Roses have been pigeonholed into the goth punk genre as one of that labels greatest projects, yet the band didn't even know what the goth label was until after the band had split. The band is known for rejecting that tag, and only dressed and sounded as they wanted to and not to fit any other genre model. Their guitarist Bob began in another band beforehand called the Urban Guerrillas. Like most punks who were beginning around the late seventies and early eighties, members from the band often found themselves as victims of violence from those who were prejudice against individuals who were different. So much of the violence was caused by skinheads.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ41Qm05e6cCXAehjKH4lyhda4x0i9o2Ndw6dYsXJsm_a__5w4YxfpTy4x4jQrUQmh8wausxQ89Lf5wHi4hkoEaE2HYWPvkk1DidTl7rre05e6UQatb4oc4LgK6TP2uLR246kWDSvHCQ/s1600/tumblr_lpmm1gwXbc1qgl2o0o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ41Qm05e6cCXAehjKH4lyhda4x0i9o2Ndw6dYsXJsm_a__5w4YxfpTy4x4jQrUQmh8wausxQ89Lf5wHi4hkoEaE2HYWPvkk1DidTl7rre05e6UQatb4oc4LgK6TP2uLR246kWDSvHCQ/s640/tumblr_lpmm1gwXbc1qgl2o0o1_500.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /> Due to living separate from the normality of society, and just like many of the bands mentioned before, Blood & Roses were often met with living in harsh conditions, the feelings of isolation and sadness, and even getting tired of each other, even though they were all the real company they had. Just as other bands such as The Rondos had pointed out, they became frustrated with Crass's pacifism, due to the fact that skinheads would often plan out, target, and attack them at Crass gigs. Due to Crass's pacifism, they would not respond(unless the situation got really out of proportion) and would continue playing while their followers took the beatings.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dCAlfh6-_8YkdkMZG13okZ4whyJE-Yh2WU2jmsP_XBR3W4FavlWdtvLPkujO6UPBwMwUNr7B0Usxltg0rDieLGdRBBH9jVeK9yxLkCJOT7FlNgpRABU8nUCopOQlRFOs0M58YiUBGUE/s1600/BARflyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dCAlfh6-_8YkdkMZG13okZ4whyJE-Yh2WU2jmsP_XBR3W4FavlWdtvLPkujO6UPBwMwUNr7B0Usxltg0rDieLGdRBBH9jVeK9yxLkCJOT7FlNgpRABU8nUCopOQlRFOs0M58YiUBGUE/s640/BARflyer.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /> The band began life with guitarist Bob, bassist Ruth 'Ruthless' Tyndall, vocalist Lisa Kirby and drummer Richard Morgan. In the beginning, the band considered themselves as one of the worst bands around. After struggling to find enough money for their first demo, they finally managed to afford it, record and release it, yet they saw it as a disgrace and an embarrassment(their only copy of it was eventually stolen from them). In 1981, they played their first gig at a bar in Bethnal Green, yet they did not have a name at the time; only a symbol. According to the band, no one could really hear each other clear enough, which led to the gig being played poorly.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5p_L7wwx5F1EHQS2MEPaBBw47pKbBrQC81JcsElNcGT03UETeSUpBMlPwY1XCzURj6dyf3H0b65ZEqZd8C5l1fu4jxLCxiBOCbhCQy64caZadnGCdkQTzciQPkIsYMaHtb79BFQU3hM/s1600/tumblr_lqjt4mIIc41r291z1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5p_L7wwx5F1EHQS2MEPaBBw47pKbBrQC81JcsElNcGT03UETeSUpBMlPwY1XCzURj6dyf3H0b65ZEqZd8C5l1fu4jxLCxiBOCbhCQy64caZadnGCdkQTzciQPkIsYMaHtb79BFQU3hM/s640/tumblr_lqjt4mIIc41r291z1o1_500.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /> After become disillusioned, Ruth left the band, leading to a short wave of new bassists. First was one of Richard's "drug buddies" named "Clapham". Afterwards, they played a gig in Stoke Newinton's Clissold Park under the name "A,B,C,D,E,F,G", and replaced Clapham with Jez James shortly after. Then, during the beginning of January in 1982, the band came up with the name Blood & Roses and played their first gig under that name at the Anarchy Centre.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakjOyjXffas1hROXwj4UT_zI3B-eBKbglohMVBw3Luh2Us_cuqdYffP5tUS19-2ReYpBt1w_unkicZw4ScaJV8r-vmzfEufvL09vAnxZi1LI0V2us7nJOPS9783jWesQO34kgwHBYh3I/s1600/IMG_2835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakjOyjXffas1hROXwj4UT_zI3B-eBKbglohMVBw3Luh2Us_cuqdYffP5tUS19-2ReYpBt1w_unkicZw4ScaJV8r-vmzfEufvL09vAnxZi1LI0V2us7nJOPS9783jWesQO34kgwHBYh3I/s640/IMG_2835.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Soon enough, this version of the band began recording and releasing some of their best material. The first was a John Peel Session which was recorded around the end of 1982. Next, during that same year, Blood & Roses recorded their "Love Under Will" EP, and released it during February of the next year. Many people remember the impact they got from the introduction track titled "Necromantra".<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVedN48ffSqS39SO5L6-JC-rgcDfiMNX8MZvrZZpaegTSp6uMHqXA6dH8_o-Q37WFcryLF4_Hq8d8AKIYIh8hdCV6sgbsEPipgiYt4AuX77EucK1wtHJlpKvJ9nU1KKWn7svx8D3V7Dw/s1600/scan365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVedN48ffSqS39SO5L6-JC-rgcDfiMNX8MZvrZZpaegTSp6uMHqXA6dH8_o-Q37WFcryLF4_Hq8d8AKIYIh8hdCV6sgbsEPipgiYt4AuX77EucK1wtHJlpKvJ9nU1KKWn7svx8D3V7Dw/s640/scan365.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1983, They released a compilation tape consisting of live and demo tracks titled "Life After Death". The label which it released was Rob's 96 Tapes label. Their track 'ShM YHShVH' was also taken and featured in a Kamera compilation called 'The Whip'. After releasing "Love Under Will", the band was invited to appear in the 'South of Watford' punk documentary. After receiving more attention then they could handle, the band decided to split.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlkyKBAL-LFHUP7Ci3FVfSxTVnO4j68VeOZmWNgQuUiRzJ3MPGFZo1DYSiIBPHDLGFI5gdCUglGmYCR35l7IrzvhWKwLuaym1QysbknA8i53bwX_UJLLTFT1MlCVRzJc56B0VSuTKsQs/s1600/IMG_4282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrlkyKBAL-LFHUP7Ci3FVfSxTVnO4j68VeOZmWNgQuUiRzJ3MPGFZo1DYSiIBPHDLGFI5gdCUglGmYCR35l7IrzvhWKwLuaym1QysbknA8i53bwX_UJLLTFT1MlCVRzJc56B0VSuTKsQs/s640/IMG_4282.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Fortunately, the band decided to regroup with Ralph Jezzard on bass, and in 1985, they organized with Backs Records to release two more records. The first was their "Enough Is Never Enough" album, and their second record on that label being the '(Some) Like It Hot' EP. Ironically, at the height of the band's life, they decided to split for good after failing to record a new album at an underfunded studio, and seeing as though Lisa had become pregnant which brought their ability to play live to a halt. Right before the split, they were to play on an American tour with the Only Ones, and by that time they had earned a huge following.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKHaB1qvgHFRayxnu-731FRW4iEr76PNc80HABLhxBf0DI_SJMczwE1Y6z5HtdbrfgViAgTNx73Qw_3yjC6XbxoBc3I9XcdXpySf0xeK85XX5RS38GwF4VwuzgoV9_dbe5ctTZdPB-hc/s1600/KYPP347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqKHaB1qvgHFRayxnu-731FRW4iEr76PNc80HABLhxBf0DI_SJMczwE1Y6z5HtdbrfgViAgTNx73Qw_3yjC6XbxoBc3I9XcdXpySf0xeK85XX5RS38GwF4VwuzgoV9_dbe5ctTZdPB-hc/s640/KYPP347.jpg" width="464" /></a></div> <br /> Bob eventually went on to play in several bands such as Junkyard Blues whom played with the Subhumans at some point. He ultimately became a low-budget film producer and musical director at Horizon Theatre in Australia. Years after the split, Bob recalled a gig that they happened to play at the end of a show at the Centro Iberico, simply because everyone from the band happened to be there. He remembers that they only played three songs, yet the audience roared in between them with such prolonged applause, that it was louder than the band themselves.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnhcpDachcTUmrDkQlkyBMgfH1f_KvAydPIzGpD9swYfwftyriX1FUfVx2Y8B-95LGofCR0eDal3G4nRK-hPZOAXuv6abSZaxqkygAqYQg6p05baRhKs5jCDMlJKCK6Qhu7os9nOY5plg/s1600/tumblr_luyazzO9XY1r4mtnco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnhcpDachcTUmrDkQlkyBMgfH1f_KvAydPIzGpD9swYfwftyriX1FUfVx2Y8B-95LGofCR0eDal3G4nRK-hPZOAXuv6abSZaxqkygAqYQg6p05baRhKs5jCDMlJKCK6Qhu7os9nOY5plg/s640/tumblr_luyazzO9XY1r4mtnco1_500.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><br />"Necromantra"<div><br /></div>Dogs of war fill my unkempt ash trays,<br />sentinals of my mundane Mondays.<br />Zombified of the voodoo kind.<br />Love and death now intertwine.<div><br /></div><div><br />Bloody death in a bloody game.<br />Paper tigers never tamed.<br />General state of a general’s mind.<br />Mona Lisa’s for the blind.</div><div><br />Burning corpses on the snow,<br />as above, so below.<br />Forgive you lord for you have sinned<br />and heaven’s full like garbage tins.<br /><br />God have mercy on your soul,<br />feted slime on streets of gold. <br />See through eyes that are not your own.<br />angels open hell has shown.</div><div><br />God shed life upon the land,<br />and watched it blow away with the sand.<br />Fire is holy fire is clean,<br />ashes shatter they’re obscene.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.<br /><br />Necromantra.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Downloads(there is retrospective CD out now for those who are interested:<br /><br />Love Under Will 1982 Kamera Records</div><div>Life After Death 1983 96 Tapes</div><div>Enough is Enough1985 Audiodrome Records</div><div>Live with Blyth Power at the Ambulance Station, London, 06/04/85</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-18222751180034514152011-10-23T23:08:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.159-07:00Rubella Ballet<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8vxotebmtvXBsXbUHjjtGwPNiNoG6FdjLDiNajNj4voVKOFTNkClKYQp3hCRvOqeLWqk8XRT6RcRYA6i1Kw0dt4md6bI8lgi6W5R_p0kP213ywNng5xWJFnTS2XHT-VhtQK6TNUscBo/s1600/zzzzzzz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8vxotebmtvXBsXbUHjjtGwPNiNoG6FdjLDiNajNj4voVKOFTNkClKYQp3hCRvOqeLWqk8XRT6RcRYA6i1Kw0dt4md6bI8lgi6W5R_p0kP213ywNng5xWJFnTS2XHT-VhtQK6TNUscBo/s640/zzzzzzz.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left to right: Gem, Sid and Zillah.</td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"> </span></span>Even more colorful than Hagar The Womb, Rubella Ballet was another creative band that wanted to get away from the black 'uniforms' several other bands were wearing while shouting out that lyrics weren't always about the bomb or wars. Formed in 1979, after several random practices(live ones) and vocalists including Annie Anxiety, the band ultimately came to a steady line up consisting of Zillah Minx on vocals, and three of The Fatal Microbes' ex-members. Sid played drums, Gem played bass and Pete Fender played guitar. Due to their connections with Crass, and Gem and Pete being Poison Girls' vocalist/guitarist Vi Subversa's children, the band found themselves fortunate enough to find places to play at without difficulty, a label to release music with and equipment. The band first appeared live during a Crass/Poison Girls concert at the Conway Hall in Redo Lion Square, London, but played their first 'real' gig at a fundraiser, opening for Poison Girls at the Theatre Royal in Stratford.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI31p_S2BUnNgGUigQDPaBoTVgHA5Xfxy0cvGPdA879UbQS2iDEZU63mNK04BYvh4ep_5oZRXRq0P4jCDVPXiYhTOe76_eNSQwo1W9G7Zkzjq4GF0to3HcrRIJVEyjA5VjCZkGKcHCYiw/s1600/img400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI31p_S2BUnNgGUigQDPaBoTVgHA5Xfxy0cvGPdA879UbQS2iDEZU63mNK04BYvh4ep_5oZRXRq0P4jCDVPXiYhTOe76_eNSQwo1W9G7Zkzjq4GF0to3HcrRIJVEyjA5VjCZkGKcHCYiw/s1600/img400.jpg" /></a></div><br /> In 1980, the band released their first batch of material in a cassette titled "Ballet Bag" with some additional guitar work from Andy Smith. The band had decided to work on the release by themselves, so they spent days creating, writing, printing and putting together the lyric booklets, badges and tapes into individual bags. In the end, nearly five thousand copies were sold. It was released on Poison Girls' Xntrix label.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWK2AtMMu3MnedEVT34o_OnxnatdZWUwlGEQyhVOm_4I4Btw65nthioRImpgzi-mohEWEQyJVYKJkSwRFivkCWXAgNwHWaEe_4Ct4HUG0lLBsm5nhXfkInnRPMx1z8ZGV6kv93x_4hfw/s1600/301082_10150270975746016_723326015_8170456_3837627_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWK2AtMMu3MnedEVT34o_OnxnatdZWUwlGEQyhVOm_4I4Btw65nthioRImpgzi-mohEWEQyJVYKJkSwRFivkCWXAgNwHWaEe_4Ct4HUG0lLBsm5nhXfkInnRPMx1z8ZGV6kv93x_4hfw/s640/301082_10150270975746016_723326015_8170456_3837627_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Slightly later, Sid was recruited by Flux of Pink Indians on drums to play in their "Neu Smell" E.P in 1981. Due to Crass's drummer Penny Rimbaud telling Sid that he should do more drum rolls, Rubella Ballet refused their single that was being offered to them on Crass Records. However, the main reason why they didn't want to release a single with Crass was because they did not want to be told how to sound and didn't want to have the same black and white sleeve that all the other bands were getting. They wanted to do everything the way they wanted to, with a color sleeve.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6H2IT9HdcWenc6CUVTziHZ7JvVkZ9SsgTCnLej40L-NmHx061t4vxwoYsflF03BsaSlNKZzcLSmTRYU7Oj6c1PthpJxRX_PEH-0qpQALrcSzp4AyaEOsGeXkRmT77pnn9DgrUjJS30U8/s1600/R-1871445-1249155373.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6H2IT9HdcWenc6CUVTziHZ7JvVkZ9SsgTCnLej40L-NmHx061t4vxwoYsflF03BsaSlNKZzcLSmTRYU7Oj6c1PthpJxRX_PEH-0qpQALrcSzp4AyaEOsGeXkRmT77pnn9DgrUjJS30U8/s640/R-1871445-1249155373.jpeg" width="634" /></a></div><br /> Rubella Ballet's first single "Ballet Dance" was was recorded and released in 1982 on the Xntrix label. It shot into the Indie top ten and led to two John Peel Sessions on July 6th, 1982, and February 8th, 1983. In 1982, however, Pete Fender left Rubella Ballet to focus on Omega Tribe and was replaced by Mark Adams from the Chaos Bros. Mark was featured in the second John Peel Session. By 1985, Gem was not in the band anymore and had been replaced by Adam and Zillah's younger sister Rachel 'Rachel Minx' Irene Jane Ashworth, and their 'Money Talks' 12" was released that year on the Ubiquitous label. Later but also during that same year, Adam was replaced by Steve Cachman, and their debut L.P. 'At Last It's Playtime' was released, once again on Ubiquitous.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFzWnRdAOJzJSx3aqD6wMOrbW-r0QPxNU-ih-9D5GuNX5uqoz4dmbPPdT8Awwc8B0uZ8RTmcqvB8oMCrPcsajCNXnf2Gf5NUh_jK6-5XsTrF2sNtvShfCfUlrFApvAqnZ9_0jy9kARnc/s1600/dawdawdaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="521" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzFzWnRdAOJzJSx3aqD6wMOrbW-r0QPxNU-ih-9D5GuNX5uqoz4dmbPPdT8Awwc8B0uZ8RTmcqvB8oMCrPcsajCNXnf2Gf5NUh_jK6-5XsTrF2sNtvShfCfUlrFApvAqnZ9_0jy9kARnc/s640/dawdawdaw.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> However, the constant line up changes were beginning to exacerbate the band's progress. Each time they acquired new guitarists and bassists, they had to teach them their sets, but their recruits would either become to drunk to play them live or leave the band before they could even become a part of it which frustrated Sid and Zillah.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9D9DeUxG6k9k8UijAXb951Lly0ORrblLxBu50qKd2yXNBXxFABmNm5mearcdAQNqXTLgAp_thVuIxADvw47qiRBTtkwXUYRYUvudGPhxVenbG1qRPhn7Jn_jJlqK7sEG9R5eebsb-_U/s1600/9324_1245032894351_1485255060_650894_6483335_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV9D9DeUxG6k9k8UijAXb951Lly0ORrblLxBu50qKd2yXNBXxFABmNm5mearcdAQNqXTLgAp_thVuIxADvw47qiRBTtkwXUYRYUvudGPhxVenbG1qRPhn7Jn_jJlqK7sEG9R5eebsb-_U/s640/9324_1245032894351_1485255060_650894_6483335_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drummer Sid.</td></tr></tbody></table> Next, In 1986, their 'If' L.P. and 'Artic Flowers' single were released on the Ubiquitous label. Afterwards, 1986 saw the release of their 'Cocktail Mix' album(Ubiquitous) and in 1988, the 'Birthday Box' double-L.P.(a live L.P.) was released. By 1990, the band released their last album titled 'At The End Of The Rainbow' on Brave records.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC3jNwo-t8Z1esHVopZgkXXMnMWAwe5LNUvq0ni88Y5-1ULszzFLOEN66NT6CqM2xw7sWrOXNNOAFP9xYIvQNTYlGjVqrIGQ0D7jGjzUZcB35e2f0IBVEUTftnZd4qQGprlMArhynRJA/s1600/59860_1409351510356_1129523203_30967840_4343541_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmC3jNwo-t8Z1esHVopZgkXXMnMWAwe5LNUvq0ni88Y5-1ULszzFLOEN66NT6CqM2xw7sWrOXNNOAFP9xYIvQNTYlGjVqrIGQ0D7jGjzUZcB35e2f0IBVEUTftnZd4qQGprlMArhynRJA/s640/59860_1409351510356_1129523203_30967840_4343541_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guitarist Pete Fender on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span"> Unfortunately, Rubella Ballet split in 1991 after their last gig at the Camden Palace. Zillah and Sid decided that they had had enough, seeing as though another guitarist and bassist had left the band, and went to play in a dance band they had already formed prior to the split named Xenophobia. </span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF0FBI-w5POoU20Q78V7Z19vc3wQqjBhvk9T8_4jQ3DEU3P_j_dHMOJ0OIYqeG93z5KQ-jUEzSVF5BNMFKN4XatcnGtWkvi9A72fdqcHdpODxRQ6F2BNXVko_L0_Ywrn2o4IRCDoHI0me/s1600/580393_10150945670245558_527615557_12995630_1881589646_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxF0FBI-w5POoU20Q78V7Z19vc3wQqjBhvk9T8_4jQ3DEU3P_j_dHMOJ0OIYqeG93z5KQ-jUEzSVF5BNMFKN4XatcnGtWkvi9A72fdqcHdpODxRQ6F2BNXVko_L0_Ywrn2o4IRCDoHI0me/s640/580393_10150945670245558_527615557_12995630_1881589646_n.jpg" width="532" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9.12.82 Warehouse Liverpool, photo by Jenny Plaits.</td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span"> Fortunately, Rubella Ballet reformed in 2000 to play at the European punk festival in Milton Keynes, and decided to stay active, and have been to this day. The new line-up they decided to come back with was Sid on drums, Zillah Minx on vocals, Pete Fender on guitar, Phil from P.A.I.N. on guitar and his girlfriend Paris Ite on bass. Zillah Minx has recently released the first of two movies titled 'She's A Punk Rocker'</span>(this started out as a short University project she did), which talks about women in the punk scene.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbNLYHX1q2LUkMY6BFipd_ve0YdMG6_tTyXQsMTjGZqK9x1hLhTWqzPHfN3oNkmkSg8p7AXoL64IsM6B4IONtomWuGzWYyGnlwh1lmQZ98Nx6r4J-q3lteieQnqBw99HSopn0v9ikupE/s1600/KYPP230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbNLYHX1q2LUkMY6BFipd_ve0YdMG6_tTyXQsMTjGZqK9x1hLhTWqzPHfN3oNkmkSg8p7AXoL64IsM6B4IONtomWuGzWYyGnlwh1lmQZ98Nx6r4J-q3lteieQnqBw99HSopn0v9ikupE/s640/KYPP230.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Here is a live video of Rubella Ballet back from the early eighties.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/EVfjDOQYer0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><br />The following lyrics will be posted from the 'Ballet Bag' lyric booklet.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Belfast"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz-U1TWIDus9QH4xgIGk6GBdesS5DO0dWTuLsyiEjn5mdBFBpXqpGm-eo0DfRhtBs3P4QJkkI3bgTi98pf32QdyKrUI249ts6oM60f2AyrW8WYEhC9vSTLvuGgf7dIj-OoWC9N-QTqlQ/s1600/R-1597655-1259515085.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKz-U1TWIDus9QH4xgIGk6GBdesS5DO0dWTuLsyiEjn5mdBFBpXqpGm-eo0DfRhtBs3P4QJkkI3bgTi98pf32QdyKrUI249ts6oM60f2AyrW8WYEhC9vSTLvuGgf7dIj-OoWC9N-QTqlQ/s640/R-1597655-1259515085.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"A Dream Of Honey"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkNq0ioUJmhSGTaptRMTkBZ61Xtw8qQeGwjuj_gh5tW-xYAo5JbnxQm6hapCgLVF-zobGjm0kHAt8oBeJX508IYAc-nBAQ5Wv67tss530RBqQosqoYN-blCExrBIEmNte8bJ_8T8gEeg/s1600/R-1597655-1259515066.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkNq0ioUJmhSGTaptRMTkBZ61Xtw8qQeGwjuj_gh5tW-xYAo5JbnxQm6hapCgLVF-zobGjm0kHAt8oBeJX508IYAc-nBAQ5Wv67tss530RBqQosqoYN-blCExrBIEmNte8bJ_8T8gEeg/s640/R-1597655-1259515066.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Slant And Slide"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuACRBERUbkZHbmetFf6dRQOhRiQQWdbXMSFLJm3OxkH9AgZVQ_ITN9Vi-fcZD050Y9FvXdLQKvUbOFLY_6_6B7J4iLOUfl-RwBkQHLe9iH73kmw4inObGwbH2KsjD1oAo7ZnsEQO7JsE/s1600/R-1597655-1259515108.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuACRBERUbkZHbmetFf6dRQOhRiQQWdbXMSFLJm3OxkH9AgZVQ_ITN9Vi-fcZD050Y9FvXdLQKvUbOFLY_6_6B7J4iLOUfl-RwBkQHLe9iH73kmw4inObGwbH2KsjD1oAo7ZnsEQO7JsE/s640/R-1597655-1259515108.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br />"Newz"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI3KdVFWiqYfG0zbxBP50bIMxgwN38EsDQgtKWgMQUF0TjsSDMzLIAwQyz1mzmfot3g8lTEOYpTHd5zTcBC5yIAMoM8RqWRAaO7SB8mlGJO_RaE6gOEqMgAGUfAiPkeykvakDSQtg2ac/s1600/R-1597655-1259515115.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhI3KdVFWiqYfG0zbxBP50bIMxgwN38EsDQgtKWgMQUF0TjsSDMzLIAwQyz1mzmfot3g8lTEOYpTHd5zTcBC5yIAMoM8RqWRAaO7SB8mlGJO_RaE6gOEqMgAGUfAiPkeykvakDSQtg2ac/s640/R-1597655-1259515115.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br />"T"(Emotional Blackmail)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; 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font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br />"Krak Trak"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8KJYbezgM9fnys5xGdn2W7DdENr1hYUZnv3-n_CuCFHFWG48oUBf9cF4CCkZ6TunTqsn4cKvANedw1jGBpF9Hms7wSflHJmm9wDOuZYDgi6uQ4J6vPBe5cCzwAcKh0p8T0rZdN_Khzs/s1600/R-1597655-1259515053.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8KJYbezgM9fnys5xGdn2W7DdENr1hYUZnv3-n_CuCFHFWG48oUBf9cF4CCkZ6TunTqsn4cKvANedw1jGBpF9Hms7wSflHJmm9wDOuZYDgi6uQ4J6vPBe5cCzwAcKh0p8T0rZdN_Khzs/s640/R-1597655-1259515053.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Lucida Grande",Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span><br />Soon to come Downloads:<br /><br />(Rubella Ballet have had retrospective C.D's out fairly recently, so only a small portion of their material will be uploaded)</div><div>Unreleased demo(possibly their first demo) 19XX<br />http://www.box.net/shared/ruld4f5pmpq214y1bm4c<br />Ballet Bag 1980 Xntrix<br />http://www.box.net/shared/msfqevnm762ugimxk555<br />Ballet Dance 1982 Xntrix<br />http://www.box.net/shared/64rsqm3so2sr3lb5d16n</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-34383014326666265822011-10-22T04:38:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.218-07:00Hagar The Womb<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsPua0s4EolesEoiG3eUToO-QuEMrKB-nSkFrGfWBi9x1GTE0oAFQqhu9VrGrrJJ_N0FHVuNcWcvdY34qMtf-IH2QeJoM0toxcIRv07lcrX-ug_y77WAYAiJFd7H26SZgyyy3lfkxKfI/s1600/306312_164714450280706_163787320373419_354203_1718545927_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsPua0s4EolesEoiG3eUToO-QuEMrKB-nSkFrGfWBi9x1GTE0oAFQqhu9VrGrrJJ_N0FHVuNcWcvdY34qMtf-IH2QeJoM0toxcIRv07lcrX-ug_y77WAYAiJFd7H26SZgyyy3lfkxKfI/s1600/306312_164714450280706_163787320373419_354203_1718545927_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left to right:Guitarist Janet, Drummer Chris from Cold War, vocalist Ruth and second guitarist Paul who was also from Cold War.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Hagar the Womb were a female fronted, rather colorful and refreshing band, who wanted to have a little more fun than just shouting out the same gloomy political message that so many other bands were doing. After being ignored and laughed at by the men who ran the Wapping Anarchy Centre for trying to speak their minds and contributing ideas, several of the women decided to start a band so they could be taken more seriously. In London during 1980, Ruth, Karen, Amden and Nicola Corcoran all decided to become the vocalists, Janet Nassim became the guitarist and Stepth Cohen played the bass, while Andy Martin from The Apostles helped them by giving them a place to practice in and a drummer named Scarecrow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEdFBjf24QoKJ04AqHQ5ieNbPlv9bqTC8PMhAjQyDHITrodk0RI2WijfWd7DRqY7ZxgGLpwvn5vxWoQ-TAweFE4WtyJhBpHumCaNO4v5UXmqbmYdrlimFD_8iK_Z-nv0xUu39mTasxsw/s1600/163608_123227347747373_116214235115351_137950_2145241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEdFBjf24QoKJ04AqHQ5ieNbPlv9bqTC8PMhAjQyDHITrodk0RI2WijfWd7DRqY7ZxgGLpwvn5vxWoQ-TAweFE4WtyJhBpHumCaNO4v5UXmqbmYdrlimFD_8iK_Z-nv0xUu39mTasxsw/s640/163608_123227347747373_116214235115351_137950_2145241_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Even though nobody in the band besides Scarecrow knew how to play anything, they were offered their first gig at the Centre, but the band claims that the people who were setting it up only did it because they didn't think they would be ready since they were to have it a week after forming. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3maIVgpNDh_sswG0-6MsI3mN9qyvhOPUCEGE9EgFRbKC1l5hFZLMnMUEf8T6dPjnZJJK3fqiRkgYmGXyWrQz5WPG5BR3Kl4LEEURBqyrWAJ0yGmk4cUj1UcDW8hoKmjwQc57T9Uvdxv9/s1600/553884_10150945667835558_527615557_12995606_273597174_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3maIVgpNDh_sswG0-6MsI3mN9qyvhOPUCEGE9EgFRbKC1l5hFZLMnMUEf8T6dPjnZJJK3fqiRkgYmGXyWrQz5WPG5BR3Kl4LEEURBqyrWAJ0yGmk4cUj1UcDW8hoKmjwQc57T9Uvdxv9/s640/553884_10150945667835558_527615557_12995606_273597174_n.jpg" width="484" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4.4.84, Bierkeller Leeds, photo by Jenny Plaits.</td></tr></tbody></table> Still, the band pulled it together, came up with a name that had no meaning, and played a somewhat chaotic gig supporting The Mob and Zounds featuring early versions of "Dressed to Kill" and "Puff the Magic Dragon".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9xlLq4Ls8CiF37_zHcs_K0TLiHVqpxMIFr7mhbcvsR1diRmzZrAVBmCrpwSjZ1fluHSkFuhcTFlz6EAG2g1BPh9eX49G1SAPrpWFVVFt1-cTtyRpzfwAYrpn0-2kwu67CRN9pAn-HRSA/s1600/309437_164714000280751_163787320373419_354194_2099483210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9xlLq4Ls8CiF37_zHcs_K0TLiHVqpxMIFr7mhbcvsR1diRmzZrAVBmCrpwSjZ1fluHSkFuhcTFlz6EAG2g1BPh9eX49G1SAPrpWFVVFt1-cTtyRpzfwAYrpn0-2kwu67CRN9pAn-HRSA/s640/309437_164714000280751_163787320373419_354194_2099483210_n.jpg" width="456" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guitarist Janet Nassim.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Despite the gig being poorly played due to the lack of musical experience, the band received plenty of positive support, so they decided to continue with the project. Next, J.F.B.(Jon from Bromley) was recruited on second guitar, while Scarecrow was replaced behind the drum set by Chris 'Elephant Face' Knowles from the band Cold War. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7nGhyphenhyphenSsiJAeSLDl5iAxQMCmHRqA81YA8GlVURMeBH28pPDPc35SjoRC7NyNDN9nArk5OPjM3IRbdEvmt1SnShSjTuUEHKqLo3P9Nh-pX09twqKa8rX1s2YmvMcHRfE64bb2o1OtZhew/s1600/KYPPHTW4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7nGhyphenhyphenSsiJAeSLDl5iAxQMCmHRqA81YA8GlVURMeBH28pPDPc35SjoRC7NyNDN9nArk5OPjM3IRbdEvmt1SnShSjTuUEHKqLo3P9Nh-pX09twqKa8rX1s2YmvMcHRfE64bb2o1OtZhew/s640/KYPPHTW4.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture come from the Kill Your Pet Puppy blog. It may have come from the band themselves.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Several of their vocalists left soon after, leaving just Ruth and Karen. After several gigs, people began to take notice of the band, their lyrics, which were much more personal instead of always about war and bombs, and their clothes, which were more colorful and not black like what several "Crass clone" bands were doing. Instead of being anti-everything, the band were anti-labeling and tried to be wild.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJ2EPpPhX3Jky3NspHQcWxZY1Y2g61EsFXZIRsaQW5LZxUCe1qFHt4EIBCq5VRX8yUcMXvcC7b62u4FpXUUb4tWZXnXt8Kie8cnhtxfTdirKfL3rt514Q8HteWOoD7cuHPq-re1-kMKY/s1600/KYPP0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJ2EPpPhX3Jky3NspHQcWxZY1Y2g61EsFXZIRsaQW5LZxUCe1qFHt4EIBCq5VRX8yUcMXvcC7b62u4FpXUUb4tWZXnXt8Kie8cnhtxfTdirKfL3rt514Q8HteWOoD7cuHPq-re1-kMKY/s640/KYPP0073.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chris, their drummer from Cold War standing left to bassist Mitch Flacko. Guitarist Janet on the bottom right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Soon enough, Crass's "Feeding of The 5000" got into their hands and gave them it's influence. The band also had connections with the Kill Your Pet Puppy collective, since one of their members was living at their house after being kicked out of her own home for dyeing her hair red. After recording their first demo, the track 'For The Ferryman' was pulled by Conflict to appear on their label Mortarhate's 'Who? What? Why? When? Where' compilation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKhW1hvj4zfb7-lH0W9RpoTzA1aacp7Tet2TX9uhSiNjqoDsE0C4ZR8sSTmU3rXBuUSCMAesQjkM0LZFzpWWd_jS7rQ-YCJNwSkQz3TkZxm3ihcZX7B-2tC8yRAM76LdynTXajzS3rfY/s1600/305409_192120717524702_116214235115351_404232_1981885860_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKhW1hvj4zfb7-lH0W9RpoTzA1aacp7Tet2TX9uhSiNjqoDsE0C4ZR8sSTmU3rXBuUSCMAesQjkM0LZFzpWWd_jS7rQ-YCJNwSkQz3TkZxm3ihcZX7B-2tC8yRAM76LdynTXajzS3rfY/s640/305409_192120717524702_116214235115351_404232_1981885860_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bassist Steph.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> However, their bassist Steph left soon after, and was replaced on bass by Mitch Flacko who came from other bands such as The Crux, The Snork Maidens and Flack. Soon enough, J.F.B. was replaced on second guitar by Paul Harding, also from Cold War, and gigs were luckily easy for the band to play, since they lived near clubs such as the 100 Club, Marquee, Fulham Greyhound and the Moonlight Club.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhDaEAIyHqCIpQZuhyev1YIENw4m8uGJ1yneWWP6l46F2NWJ64Q-LmavYsnHyMkt4RV8IhJob-gndqA3woRpFHOpKLzwCmRu1amJ2euG9zyo-1UI57Tvx7gwfTXlWOG_L4BdQEuTIfQ/s1600/IMG_3037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhivhDaEAIyHqCIpQZuhyev1YIENw4m8uGJ1yneWWP6l46F2NWJ64Q-LmavYsnHyMkt4RV8IhJob-gndqA3woRpFHOpKLzwCmRu1amJ2euG9zyo-1UI57Tvx7gwfTXlWOG_L4BdQEuTIfQ/s640/IMG_3037.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <i> </i>In 1984, Hagar The Womb released their first E.P. titled "Word of The Womb" on Conflict's Mortarhate label. It was engineered by Pete Fender from Rubella Ballet/Omega Tribe at Heart and Souls Studios, Walthamstow. The band got the opportunity to release that E.P. because they had been playing several gigs before it with Conlict. It hit the Indies chart and went up to number six with the track "Dressed to Kill" becoming the favorite, and also appearing in Sean Mcghee's "Anti-Society" compilation, but with the guitar solos heavily quieted down. The band continued by playing several more gigs to promote it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5TvkvLol1d0hVeE4PYmyvD-kwFnTeO6YHyZmUCj0N8ehCq5Fv4fZn_klZabhUoh6HIzkBcJGyiAPKPhdUTn9rNkvGVSIH8czOtU_wNtBUkJe224zCo_wN2bEvhaXByCCwSJvotSTcYt8/s1600/IMG_3824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5TvkvLol1d0hVeE4PYmyvD-kwFnTeO6YHyZmUCj0N8ehCq5Fv4fZn_klZabhUoh6HIzkBcJGyiAPKPhdUTn9rNkvGVSIH8czOtU_wNtBUkJe224zCo_wN2bEvhaXByCCwSJvotSTcYt8/s640/IMG_3824.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Slightly after the release of the E.P. and recruiting a third vocalist by the name of Elaine Reubens, John Peel invited the band to come down and record a Peel session, but due to complications with their lyrical content and struggles to find a drum set, the band ended up sounding kind of rough and not how they really were. Afterwards, the band had a fallout with Mortarhate due to trust issues, and decided to go to Abstract Records to release their next E.P. in 1985 titled 'Funnery In A Nunnery'. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8f6P81-KgrdIo-VY_Pq3Qo6Z93i3pJsXnzNga7MdpvpPL67yueBxeCZTQ96IQ7-mmW8wd24OWS0sH7KDtjUhZGjyaJI4UF9KDlOkHFqKb-YYnE08FZrFghyphenhyphentH31em0wJDjFyg2QB7Ao/s1600/175193_130003057069802_116214235115351_169643_733024_o+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8f6P81-KgrdIo-VY_Pq3Qo6Z93i3pJsXnzNga7MdpvpPL67yueBxeCZTQ96IQ7-mmW8wd24OWS0sH7KDtjUhZGjyaJI4UF9KDlOkHFqKb-YYnE08FZrFghyphenhyphentH31em0wJDjFyg2QB7Ao/s640/175193_130003057069802_116214235115351_169643_733024_o+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Unfortunately, their bassist Mitch left the band before a gig they had with The 3 Johns at Dingwalls in Camden, and was replaced by Paul 'Veg' Venables. Sometime during 1987 the band came to a halt with no explanation or dramatic end. Paul and Vedge went on to play with We Are Going To Eat You and Melt, while Mitch became a roadie for The Mekons and is now a tour manager.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeBPk1PQmSoRXqevKiPLh6IRByZwAlLo6FqpGV_aKR5D-sirnVFqrrErunlKKgyxOivice5su89-CpFXvlj6-i8eGH-j9jNblFEPxz-V9RIjCiHo1E9uAL2DUBrmhC3ud3zpNOe5yd9o/s1600/KYPP943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeBPk1PQmSoRXqevKiPLh6IRByZwAlLo6FqpGV_aKR5D-sirnVFqrrErunlKKgyxOivice5su89-CpFXvlj6-i8eGH-j9jNblFEPxz-V9RIjCiHo1E9uAL2DUBrmhC3ud3zpNOe5yd9o/s640/KYPP943.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> 2011 has become a good year for Hagar The Womb. A retrospective record has just been released titled 'A Brighter Shade Of Black' on Mississippi Records.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHTVerLarNjMGuN1zD8sF8XSj4YnzQsLWMfiX9Yk5ca2RCcDunsoEuExXK445tOiMz5r_gzZNDdIQpNAsxAchMRl2vQEv2GmZlTBnsCkUZ2s1S84S30-DWZynVUrOyC-XIpRoqImdQkI/s1600/307231_165444916874326_163787320373419_356624_149807399_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHTVerLarNjMGuN1zD8sF8XSj4YnzQsLWMfiX9Yk5ca2RCcDunsoEuExXK445tOiMz5r_gzZNDdIQpNAsxAchMRl2vQEv2GmZlTBnsCkUZ2s1S84S30-DWZynVUrOyC-XIpRoqImdQkI/s640/307231_165444916874326_163787320373419_356624_149807399_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Six Minute War eventually evolved into the band Fallout(both bands were highly underrated and have posts in this blog about them .</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Hagar the Womb has recently reformed with original members.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XdWQr3RLcyZx0aHynawBceKr9gWVpnAFFgKj3nq1kCKk_1I0eaFBj5Zjp24HBOj_irrfmXqcaaXXBavnjNpUa_HGxPSEfVsR0EhVLCvExDg37s3BSrBokiP_LSqlxJA_FOsZ3E1gw5I/s1600/ruthandjanet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5XdWQr3RLcyZx0aHynawBceKr9gWVpnAFFgKj3nq1kCKk_1I0eaFBj5Zjp24HBOj_irrfmXqcaaXXBavnjNpUa_HGxPSEfVsR0EhVLCvExDg37s3BSrBokiP_LSqlxJA_FOsZ3E1gw5I/s640/ruthandjanet.jpg" width="442" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Janet on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Dressed To Kill"</div><br /><br />Saturday Nights coming and I've just got to Prepare.<br />Have a bath and spend two hours washing my hair<br />'cos you know I've got to have my face just right. Right!<br />So all the boys will only fall for me tonight~ Tonight!<br /><br />oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo<br /><div>Gotta try my best, best, best,<br />to stand out from there rest, rest, rest,.</div><div>To make sure that he, he, he, </div><div>will only fancy me, me, me.<br /><br />In my sequinwed boob top I'll really stand out on the floor.<br />Make sure the boys will come crawling back begging for more.<br />With a flashing smile and tons and tons of cheap perfume. Perfume!<br />They'll soon realize I'm the best piece in the room. Room!<br /><br />oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo<br /><div>Gotta try my best, best, best,<br />to stand out from there rest, rest, rest,.</div><div>To make sure that he, he, he, </div><div>will only fancy me, me, me.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't care if I trip or catch a chill<br />'cos in my flimsy clothes I wanna look dressed to kill.<br />Make myself out to be really, really, really hot stuff. Stuff!<br />Tease the boys make sure they never get enough. Enough!<br /><br />With every single boy in the room I will flirt.<br />I don't care if I'm used or treated like dirt.<br />I don't even care if they call me a tart. Tart!<br />cos I know they reall meant to say sweetheart. Heart!</div><div>(Come with me!)</div><div>Come with me!<br /><br />oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo<br /><div>Gotta try my best, best, best,<br />to stand out from there rest, rest, rest,.</div><div>To make sure that he, he, he, </div><div>will only fancy me, me, me.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Fancy me.</div><div>Fancy me.</div><div>Me!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>More lyrics coming if I can manage to get my insert back from a friend of mine.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Soon to come Downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div>(They have recently had a well deserved retrospective record released, so there wont be much to download)</div><div>Word Of The Womb 1984 Mortarhate<br />http://www.box.net/shared/xjhvgnfekagjz37piymx</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-77639784630873417982011-10-18T23:02:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.232-07:00Cold War<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bD3VsMzq4ktDiptwGINBMCSRE4vmUhgBZALd6XLiAJQc1zKwrQ-u2mqbDahUZigDdtbBPT5MrEItSx2nXPV3FbzM8CR7g6BC33uy8XvBakc2pKnFUeaNdhL-axU1a1lBogA_4rWNpPE/s640/coldwar.jpg" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Cold War were another somewhat melodic band who started in Hornchurch, Essex, sometime during 1980. Their line-up was Chris Knowles on bass, Kev Bulmer on drums, Paul Harding on guitar and Ian Smith on vocals. All three of the musicians played left handed instruments which was pretty unusual. Their members Chris and Kev also ran their own tape label called Rasquap Products that released material by bands such as What is Oil? and Boiled Eggs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpOiSpQMmEq2-sqA1w60oGBKiIUJffv_kfUosjU6ODGnGyURoSQWf_DyeofJtYQUl1fh00HrDDsNnlmqEGBdOSVbqVtyykTlxrd_KzLCi2xlmLs0SKuzGKg98I2MArRXLoxCw2V2OeeA/s1600/posterbyTod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpOiSpQMmEq2-sqA1w60oGBKiIUJffv_kfUosjU6ODGnGyURoSQWf_DyeofJtYQUl1fh00HrDDsNnlmqEGBdOSVbqVtyykTlxrd_KzLCi2xlmLs0SKuzGKg98I2MArRXLoxCw2V2OeeA/s640/posterbyTod.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Their debut gig may have been with the Apostles at the Cliffs Pavilion in Southend. They soon became associated with the Wapping Anarchy Centre, who was helped setup by The Apostles, where Cold War managed to play several times during their existence. During his time in Cold War, Chris the bassist was invited to join Hagar The Womb as their new drummer during the end of 1980. Their guitarist Paul also joined Hagar The Womb as their second guitarist, just in time to feature both Chris and Paul in their "Word of the Womb" record in 1984. Several recording sessions where done by Cold War, but it was their earlier stuff that they chose to release on record.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfGYH67jqf_7-TSU-hvhx9AmvPUEdbbW1crnnC-3_a3CS6LZ69fkJpi4tboapbrdkv5pmlWf0h8A3Bz0c3xYQ594OSOAYvEi0frqEUjYrRipq8Z5gljPY9z0gKe7Eng6FLt_PkZF4N-s/s1600/tapesssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfGYH67jqf_7-TSU-hvhx9AmvPUEdbbW1crnnC-3_a3CS6LZ69fkJpi4tboapbrdkv5pmlWf0h8A3Bz0c3xYQ594OSOAYvEi0frqEUjYrRipq8Z5gljPY9z0gKe7Eng6FLt_PkZF4N-s/s1600/tapesssss.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> During 1981, the band released their "Live at the Autonomy Centre" tape on their own label where they played on October thirteenth during that same year. 1982 saw the release of a self titled demo that wasn't released on any label. Another demo was released during that year, this time on their label, titled "Irrational". Several more were done, but saved for the future.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0zOlsR83EQIf-rs2eLeMkZ2nyZBgd-vzfXUzb9OhxdvhjWKnYEf1bIkZdbgPY0dOtCDk3IzD3KxvgqcVKmf1svgxzubjkUCjp2Ham6eQmOffs61mTDQqdFObzzuXEmd3VE91ucdbtK4/s1600/img440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0zOlsR83EQIf-rs2eLeMkZ2nyZBgd-vzfXUzb9OhxdvhjWKnYEf1bIkZdbgPY0dOtCDk3IzD3KxvgqcVKmf1svgxzubjkUCjp2Ham6eQmOffs61mTDQqdFObzzuXEmd3VE91ucdbtK4/s640/img440.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> In 1983, Namedrop Records released their one and only record "The Machinist". However, Cold War had already split by 1982. In 1984, two unreleased tracks appeared in the compilation "Another Thing from the Crypt" on Hedgehog Records. Chris and Paul continued with Hagar the Womb, until that band split and the two formed other bands such as We Are Going To Eat You, Paralysis(an improvisation band with Ian, Gary Gherkin, J.F.B. from Screaming Babies and A.E.D.) and also Melt, while Ian also took up sax and joined his brother's band Seventh Seance who used to be Orange Cardigan. Chris eventually became D.J. Chris Liberator, Ian vanished from the Earth, Kev emigrated to Australia, and who knows what happened to Paul.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1GS5B-WZzMBwvN0gRGQcYBI31iGIvyZb__1_WgFyFfco1whYcpnWbYHL3rBHIsftaaulBJ0dmuhTHkoIs2Th9VzHhuD8NT9wsMOhmp8bvznBZS5BI6V_rmHGyZZiLNHokbua2uAzSv0/s1600/2222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1GS5B-WZzMBwvN0gRGQcYBI31iGIvyZb__1_WgFyFfco1whYcpnWbYHL3rBHIsftaaulBJ0dmuhTHkoIs2Th9VzHhuD8NT9wsMOhmp8bvznBZS5BI6V_rmHGyZZiLNHokbua2uAzSv0/s640/2222.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bassist Chris on the left, and Paul on the right playing guitar for Hagar The Womb.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"The Machinist"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The heavy sounds</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of the steel pumping action.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The sheer weight of noise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the sound of led</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pumping, pushing, sweating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This machine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This machine must go</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The machinist operates the machines,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cause he can('t?) see</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the machine may operate him!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Compelled by force.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stopped(?) by suggestion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No turning back now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No turning back now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This machine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This machine</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">must go</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The machinist operates the machines,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cause he can('t?) see</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the machine may operate him!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're coming closer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to the computer age.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Human programming</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is their way!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soon to come Downloads:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Live at the Autonomy Centre 18-10-81 Rasquap Products</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Irrational Demo 1982 Rasquap Products 1982</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Self Title Demo 13/3/82</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Machinist 1983 Namedrop Records</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another Thing From The Crypt Compilation Tracks 1984 Hedgehog Records</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-6756680333026823582011-10-17T21:26:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.243-07:00Omega Tribe<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMOriz3KF4FYPrbNESe3jynyUB4IUJshjntOgf8PvTBcp84-Isp7NTu6W-3wnKBT2hrij90Zl3WMMNNFWI1ZJO15TTVunuLSDtrhI_LQALmnwWRjZeghdAvEnPZqYx8YIKvcpwGEZrmPc/s1600/scan904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMOriz3KF4FYPrbNESe3jynyUB4IUJshjntOgf8PvTBcp84-Isp7NTu6W-3wnKBT2hrij90Zl3WMMNNFWI1ZJO15TTVunuLSDtrhI_LQALmnwWRjZeghdAvEnPZqYx8YIKvcpwGEZrmPc/s640/scan904.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bassist Daryl on the left and vocalist/guitarist Hugh on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table> Omega Tribe were one of the few bands that had a much more softer, poetic and melodic style of playing that still managed to impress, educate and influence their audiences. All three founding members Daryl, Hugh and Pete came from different bands(Daryl from "Comatose", Hugh from "Whoosh!"), and formed Omega Tribe in Barnet on July 29th, 1981, with the roles of Hugh Vivian on guitar and vocals, Daryl Hardcastle on bass and Pete Shepherd on drums. Before Omega Tribe, they were called "Deadly Game" and after much practicing(at first in a basement) they played their first gig at the Monkfrith Boy's Club during that same year. Their second gig was played at the 100 Club, supporting The Meteors, who had invited the band to come down and play because they knew their drummer Pete. Right from the beginning, they had a strong Crass influence, and committed themselves to everything about the band(Hugh is a poet) while they practiced hard once a week at We Mean It in Barnet.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxpeMXhyphenhyphenku3bNXJGtWVbRfRpbUZSwyfM0riAPCGSrIuRBHbzKScLoe77fs6MhElm6z131vMqPvrQMgu10y43Jn0XDPuCKUN02nd6tNGI0QunP9oFkVjN_RcNC4PFyxDdZzcGWnRHYvhg/s1600/scan905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxpeMXhyphenhyphenku3bNXJGtWVbRfRpbUZSwyfM0riAPCGSrIuRBHbzKScLoe77fs6MhElm6z131vMqPvrQMgu10y43Jn0XDPuCKUN02nd6tNGI0QunP9oFkVjN_RcNC4PFyxDdZzcGWnRHYvhg/s640/scan905.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bassist Daryl</td></tr></tbody></table> The three recorded their first demo during March of 1982, in Poison Girls' basement, and had their track "Nature Wonder" pulled by Crass to appear on "Bullshit Detector 2". This led to an association with Crass that got the band a spot at the Zig Zag squat event alongside several of the other anarchist bands such as The Apostles and Sleeping Dogs on December 20th, 1982. Around 1980, They had met Crass because of Daryl who at the time wanted to interview them for his "The Realities of Society" fanzine. That was also when the band met Pete Fender from Rubella Ballet who would become a great help and part of the band in the future.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0D5CPdoPDYjgTv-lGV-QuUVJgp1MXszUWeyc_dAu3a_-oYBN3NQxegz7fq_WmNuLW9RQH5NYf8m_ynus_rBAFZR34tRwf7ivuWmq5l4ZUd73n687Lq5ffSX7ckz7OnUNzHzIolq5ux0/s1600/R-381825-1245572380.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX0D5CPdoPDYjgTv-lGV-QuUVJgp1MXszUWeyc_dAu3a_-oYBN3NQxegz7fq_WmNuLW9RQH5NYf8m_ynus_rBAFZR34tRwf7ivuWmq5l4ZUd73n687Lq5ffSX7ckz7OnUNzHzIolq5ux0/s640/R-381825-1245572380.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Crass was impressed, and invited the band down to record their first single on Crass records. Their "Angry Songs" single was recorded during September of 1982, and was released during the Spring of 1983. It featured some lead guitar work and piano bits by Pete Fender, who followed by joining the band afterwards as their lead guitarist. The record broke into the Independent Top Ten right after being released and reached higher up than other bands such as The Damned(they were 5th). Several tours where then played with Conflict who were good friends with them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sozbkYAhkd99lNhrwHxhyomCt4YkELrj61OSj8ajdJl5bTtd98SNek3gKNCd-FBwhIUCMfgYMxD68jYxEwXUGRFcS4tITwNxoE0UmSIamL_IPCgkkZNnCuf06Mxfq2FZUX0YkhxQyEA/s1600/R-472006-1118554471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sozbkYAhkd99lNhrwHxhyomCt4YkELrj61OSj8ajdJl5bTtd98SNek3gKNCd-FBwhIUCMfgYMxD68jYxEwXUGRFcS4tITwNxoE0UmSIamL_IPCgkkZNnCuf06Mxfq2FZUX0YkhxQyEA/s640/R-472006-1118554471.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> After much gigging and the success of the single, Crass invited the band down to Southern to record an album for their Corpus Christi label. This resulted in their 1983 release of the fantastic album "No Love Lost" which was regarded by many one of the top albums to come out of the "Anarcho Punk" movement. They wanted to avoid the heavy sound that most "Punk" bands had by writing and recording it exactly the way they wanted to and not by what was expected of them. Shortly after the album, the band took a huge change in direction, seeing as though Pete Fender left in 1984, their drummer switched roles and new members were recruited. Their drummer Pete switched to percussion, Sonny Flint joined in on drums and Jane was recruited on saxophone and flute duties.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeo_vDCz_Z70L4PVtrde_oyC6HvCfj5XslLAWGF-9IhFJdsOee3K3IRlUk4gTD7o9vAiYYFcult2VDXH58mS0i7ufadTacRWC_1FpV7nB6sj3I3t6GIkblSmXmjQw3rL8vIUry4P1SKU/s1600/R-1394276-1232181168.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeo_vDCz_Z70L4PVtrde_oyC6HvCfj5XslLAWGF-9IhFJdsOee3K3IRlUk4gTD7o9vAiYYFcult2VDXH58mS0i7ufadTacRWC_1FpV7nB6sj3I3t6GIkblSmXmjQw3rL8vIUry4P1SKU/s640/R-1394276-1232181168.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> During 1984, their manager Martin Goldschmidt wanted them to take a much more commercial direction, and managed to convince the band to sign a contract since none of them had any money. A tour around the United Kingdom was played next where their listeners were introduced to the "New" Omega Tribe, but people would still shout out for their old numbers.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lLv18dhWDBU0_sPmSX-GVz7y4tH3mylFU3Aotoc-cQgD5vlmXSmDrqdPzNzLOjvPSEtC5KVrHrWewQrtQOh00aNoXUgsBypbW14akTAfRb-zJuweMS32ESpmdqWnQ5J1Y08VO8TghT4/s1600/316932_111304685646533_100003010067653_76909_790492142_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lLv18dhWDBU0_sPmSX-GVz7y4tH3mylFU3Aotoc-cQgD5vlmXSmDrqdPzNzLOjvPSEtC5KVrHrWewQrtQOh00aNoXUgsBypbW14akTAfRb-zJuweMS32ESpmdqWnQ5J1Y08VO8TghT4/s640/316932_111304685646533_100003010067653_76909_790492142_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Next, their "It's a Hard Life" single was released on Corpus Christi, which showed the band taking on their new sound which caused disappointment among their followers. Afterwards, a live cassette titled "Live at the Clarendon " was released later that year on 96 Tapes which was run by Rob Challice from another band called Faction.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOy4D9hi0xxZ6tAyKMvzlO87IfDj8S-3m0n5JyoL6hYGTGRy4gtk36Tx2WD-ZMXHxZHuRd80TrpZIWBP3wBQGiDOKQNCrpPeWx8IhkXsD359N4KjclkhnErTmPd_dA7FxfQ88z1-J5xOk/s1600/Omega%252BTribe%252Bhughandgrantofomegatribe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOy4D9hi0xxZ6tAyKMvzlO87IfDj8S-3m0n5JyoL6hYGTGRy4gtk36Tx2WD-ZMXHxZHuRd80TrpZIWBP3wBQGiDOKQNCrpPeWx8IhkXsD359N4KjclkhnErTmPd_dA7FxfQ88z1-J5xOk/s640/Omega%252BTribe%252Bhughandgrantofomegatribe.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vocalist/guitarist Hugh on the left and Pete Shepherd the drummer on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table> Next, the band began working on their "Hip, Hip, Hooray" single, but Hugh left the band while they were working on it because he simply just didn't want to do it anymore. Omega Tribe fell apart soon after in 1985. Daryl carried on with a new band called The Tribe(sort of sounded like ska), but that project only lasted until 1988 and didn't get very far. Omega Tribe did reform in 1995 so they could play a guest spot for Poison Girls' singer/guitarist Vi Subversa's 60th birthday bash at the Astoria in London during June, but split for good soon after the gig. A retrospective C.D. and record were released in 2000 on Rugger Bugger Records, but both quickly sold out after it was released.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1PcNKXoyfEJ7huaPXlMWjVcQKwF_YIYZRVplPwo47xNxCiea-mtHt1MwwlDhp3MHi-7vekI2nn6hugrGOy3HPdT_CP4ZAKo8Qcc5gr7cOXMSIItuoVwr1L5PeHORQquYOCexWpPnWCc/s1600/Omega+Tribe%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1PcNKXoyfEJ7huaPXlMWjVcQKwF_YIYZRVplPwo47xNxCiea-mtHt1MwwlDhp3MHi-7vekI2nn6hugrGOy3HPdT_CP4ZAKo8Qcc5gr7cOXMSIItuoVwr1L5PeHORQquYOCexWpPnWCc/s640/Omega+Tribe%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /> I do not have my records on me right now, but lyrics for the releases "Angry Songs" and "No Love Lost" will be put here as soon as I get to them.<br /><br /><br />Soon to come Downloads:<br /><br />(There is too much live material to upload so I'll stick to the actual releases)<br />Angry Songs 1982 Crass Records<br />No Love Lost 1983 Corpus Christi<br />Live at Clarendon 1984 96 Tapes<br />It's A Hard Life 1984 Corpus ChristiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-64705822972388269812011-10-13T00:32:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.254-07:00Hex<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimq33TzX167BayXLCDwszVK6tvzFwS2cjRXT_nDPl-Q0ho_J9SBSvxY-5JexazXeO39OxH_WWzPa8JHn5aJgPAAXagw-5Tn0gJpwj_tskhSJSBec8DirlBF0WJF4LGe1LEJeUIL3XaIWk/s1600/345345345334.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimq33TzX167BayXLCDwszVK6tvzFwS2cjRXT_nDPl-Q0ho_J9SBSvxY-5JexazXeO39OxH_WWzPa8JHn5aJgPAAXagw-5Tn0gJpwj_tskhSJSBec8DirlBF0WJF4LGe1LEJeUIL3XaIWk/s640/345345345334.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hex as H.D.Q. Left to Right: Guitarist Golly(He wasn't the vocalist, he just happened to have a Mic), Dickie The Rock 'N' Roll Bowl on guitar, Lainey on drums.</td></tr></tbody></table> Hex were a rather mysterious band, closely tied to anarchist and animal rights ideas, and would later have three of their members go on to play in H.D.Q. They formed sometime around the early eighties with one of their first line-ups consisting of Pikey on vocals, Golly Utopia on Guitar/lyrics, Cubby on drums, and Lainey on bass.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8mp2qCzQyFbCIbYxVCabeNKrFjoYROhZ8aNj8DzoQnKTCFWxDAYH15RQgEGQT7a1E3D11OeRPjQteCT_uBnknvgHye25WZqj2feSgfh12qzKXDEEOahoccnwFBVPP01OjOn5bjN8Ig0/s1600/Hex+Civilised+Society+flyer.dib" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq8mp2qCzQyFbCIbYxVCabeNKrFjoYROhZ8aNj8DzoQnKTCFWxDAYH15RQgEGQT7a1E3D11OeRPjQteCT_uBnknvgHye25WZqj2feSgfh12qzKXDEEOahoccnwFBVPP01OjOn5bjN8Ig0/s640/Hex+Civilised+Society+flyer.dib" width="570" /></a></div><br /> After 1984, Dickie began playing in another new band called H.D.Q. as their guitarist. Afterwards, H.D.Q. were joined by Golly on vocals, Lainey on drums and Anth, the lead guitarist/vocalist from the Famous Imposters(same one from this blog) on drums.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSj8qusB_6udIcQcRhL9HVfDSX5oZccV3Km4X_2M5TSKpU5Dvge8d1sfaFLVi3AneEY446OnUb_ZOTz6gGkuXFxqAYnEu1CtJy2yzzPaIhTDr2kzvfv8tn6V5ajHAYoD2rhxq1kdPaIA/s1600/23ed2d23e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuSj8qusB_6udIcQcRhL9HVfDSX5oZccV3Km4X_2M5TSKpU5Dvge8d1sfaFLVi3AneEY446OnUb_ZOTz6gGkuXFxqAYnEu1CtJy2yzzPaIhTDr2kzvfv8tn6V5ajHAYoD2rhxq1kdPaIA/s640/23ed2d23e2.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Sometime during the early eighties, Hex released their first demo titled "Not The Promised Land". The opening track titled "Is This To Be?" ended up appearing on the label Words for Warning's "You are Not Alone" Compilation in 1986. During the mid-eighties, Hex released their second demo titled "Poison in The System". The band continued to be active during throughout the eighties, playing several gigs with bands such as The Instigators and Feed your Head(As H.D.Q., they played with Slaughter Of the Innocent, Decadence Within, Amebix and Disorder).<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz8hVHxpAK8UXaBiE3c5PmD5_mvqs7CUIpSwu5PAtFOyP-h-koWv5XUChLtGuB8vxkS7lCZFNeJE5QeSCpr1CtNDh5BQWmWsN10X9LSK4ZafvZRtNKzDYp86QvMCTb5h9Y8NQt7dIgXc/s1600/12312312312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwz8hVHxpAK8UXaBiE3c5PmD5_mvqs7CUIpSwu5PAtFOyP-h-koWv5XUChLtGuB8vxkS7lCZFNeJE5QeSCpr1CtNDh5BQWmWsN10X9LSK4ZafvZRtNKzDYp86QvMCTb5h9Y8NQt7dIgXc/s1600/12312312312.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Their split E.P. with the flyer they used for the tour to promote it with Feed your Head.</td></tr></tbody></table> In 1987, Hex had gotten a new line-up of Pikey and Cas on vocals, Golly on guitar, Dickie "The Rock 'N' Roll Bowl" Hammond on bass and Lainey now on drums. They quickly paired up with another band named "Feed your Head" and released a split E.P. It was titled "Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained" on the same Words of Warning label. The two bands then went on a tour to promote it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZOKcBCkumxXhKVERpBawPlkVv5x9FFXd_mqC6UmQyqEJ84yNG7SEZCd13BRLdhL-39ijhAxQLoyvtRZ7kV8raWAYvvPIhlEt6Ua7uhG64BrZF7DgPGQ-yYGUZG5ASR8pFimX5v771GU/s1600/hex+1987+demo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="566" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZOKcBCkumxXhKVERpBawPlkVv5x9FFXd_mqC6UmQyqEJ84yNG7SEZCd13BRLdhL-39ijhAxQLoyvtRZ7kV8raWAYvvPIhlEt6Ua7uhG64BrZF7DgPGQ-yYGUZG5ASR8pFimX5v771GU/s640/hex+1987+demo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> It wasn't until later on in 1987 that Hex released their third and best demo. It contained brilliant tracks such as the opener "Black & Proud", the second song "Decide" and "Whose is the glory?". The song "Decide" was taken and appeared in the "Anti-Capitalism Anarcho Punk Compilation" on Overground records which was compiled and remastered by Sean Mcghee from Psycho Faction. Shortly after the demo, Hex disappeared, never to be seen or heard from again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8wRGQdlcOx6Amrk4iqQypXmHYvQQNL7S9a-K7CFSt3bp8tisE0tlwOATO1ra4KstDovDNwzT7vTeHJVpUVKldSPYsP3zemi8q8UYEX1UOf_4GJ2728BAHx8Ko5G0dgCeFH8syhG3lzk/s1600/345534554353534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8wRGQdlcOx6Amrk4iqQypXmHYvQQNL7S9a-K7CFSt3bp8tisE0tlwOATO1ra4KstDovDNwzT7vTeHJVpUVKldSPYsP3zemi8q8UYEX1UOf_4GJ2728BAHx8Ko5G0dgCeFH8syhG3lzk/s640/345534554353534.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><br /><br />I have no lyrics for this band. In fact, trying to find any information on Hex is almost impossible.<br /><br /><br />Soon to come Downloads:<br /><br />Not the promised land Tape 198X<br />Poison in the System tape 198X<br />Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained E.P. 1987 Words of Warning(I don't have this one)<br />Third demo 1987<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA10cPE9UEV_nW9FlRWUO9mk3cf8pFUz-nD1U0fiCOGg8P7ec1TiNjE17NXC2LONF7sSDMw54VYYOnfB2a1SUalUADrSQP-yorB5-ldJTSR31lH8CxTGo4dGs3CLVyONAYoLQ5K6h1MMc/s1600/3423442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA10cPE9UEV_nW9FlRWUO9mk3cf8pFUz-nD1U0fiCOGg8P7ec1TiNjE17NXC2LONF7sSDMw54VYYOnfB2a1SUalUADrSQP-yorB5-ldJTSR31lH8CxTGo4dGs3CLVyONAYoLQ5K6h1MMc/s640/3423442.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-86599574703669707232011-10-04T23:08:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.264-07:00Fatal Microbes/Pete Fender/Honey Bane<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r4IOP_nbYQ_csOiJnfVe5qq2BPrBkZ0CDPGLq1VcAkRprDE3Ul_YLZiYYjazh-o3g4DetWH2VI3zbZ8y81qc3tBcZns7bf2jw9oE5JtWOoQ6Vh-6Irso72-fxkp48YCJPBoku3mJzks/s1600/Fatal%252BMicrobes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r4IOP_nbYQ_csOiJnfVe5qq2BPrBkZ0CDPGLq1VcAkRprDE3Ul_YLZiYYjazh-o3g4DetWH2VI3zbZ8y81qc3tBcZns7bf2jw9oE5JtWOoQ6Vh-6Irso72-fxkp48YCJPBoku3mJzks/s640/Fatal%252BMicrobes.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left to right: Gem, Sid, Honey Bane and Pete Fender.</td></tr></tbody></table> In 1978, four really young teenagers came together thanks to the mother of two of them, Vi Subserva, to form The Fatal Microbes. Their line-up consisted of Gen Stone(Gemma Sansom) on drums, Pete Fender(Dan Sansom) on guitar, It(Quentin North) on bass and Honey Bane(Donna Tracey Boylan) on vocals. Future members included Sid Attion on drums and Scotty Boy Barker(Scott Barker) on bass. Gem and Pete were Vi Subversa, the singer/guitarist from Poison Girls' children, and Sid was a chef, but had lost his job for arguing with his boss and ended up living with The Poison Girls. Honey Bane had run away from Social Services so she was "on the run".<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYNY0G8g52k_9Bp_9hZ3Sgcxy6IrN7eIbrqlK2NENPc1yag8c9pYzQ2gQpA4pqAlZR4mfQkjeZRvlCSZ0S8rBBX1kWAzsdfXSj7z5_opqz8Q83bpzmjfHrCzydbueuGW_sOs67ddXCuA/s1600/img442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYNY0G8g52k_9Bp_9hZ3Sgcxy6IrN7eIbrqlK2NENPc1yag8c9pYzQ2gQpA4pqAlZR4mfQkjeZRvlCSZ0S8rBBX1kWAzsdfXSj7z5_opqz8Q83bpzmjfHrCzydbueuGW_sOs67ddXCuA/s640/img442.jpg" width="628" /></a></div><br /> In 1979, the label Small Wonder released a split between Poison Girls and The Fatal Microbes titled "Violence Grows" which later was re-released as a single with a bonus track for the Fatal Microbes due to the bands sudden increased popularity.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcbfByQ3tLONWD8_GG-4gEY5YpNnFb1q3DkuXAumqp5v8t2oGtvOltieNtx3S8w5L0RsJNf6i5P0w-jncSPmpxpaaFf5S3Ij-8NX-VGXMsTkZoMzUaBLObebncEzPWpMfMXXPsAkA6pU/s1600/img407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="624" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcbfByQ3tLONWD8_GG-4gEY5YpNnFb1q3DkuXAumqp5v8t2oGtvOltieNtx3S8w5L0RsJNf6i5P0w-jncSPmpxpaaFf5S3Ij-8NX-VGXMsTkZoMzUaBLObebncEzPWpMfMXXPsAkA6pU/s640/img407.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete Fender released this single as a one-man band in 1980</td></tr></tbody></table> However, The Fatal Microbes split soon after, but did manage to play some gigs. Several of the members went on to do solo projects and ended up playing roles in several important anarchist punk bands.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BbiCXdxLgn7UnZl76C84IT_XVBq6tGRgl5L3OEDn6oPX3BHd3q0NQmadoIU2jtM9Wk0RMNWBR-pzyZcd3Vrun1wDroaWhk3aUUtEt6c_fOT-2ozD1t7moJ7_aY8s-Jw5yyl-kqzDVoo/s1600/3585217953_6e1471f119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BbiCXdxLgn7UnZl76C84IT_XVBq6tGRgl5L3OEDn6oPX3BHd3q0NQmadoIU2jtM9Wk0RMNWBR-pzyZcd3Vrun1wDroaWhk3aUUtEt6c_fOT-2ozD1t7moJ7_aY8s-Jw5yyl-kqzDVoo/s640/3585217953_6e1471f119.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Honey Bane sang in a single released with a disguised Crass called Donna and the Kebabs titled "You can be You" on January 19th, 1980, before going solo on E.M.I.(Crass deleted her single off the catalog soon after for "selling out"). She married "Fox" from the band Dirt until he tragically died in 1985 from an epileptic fit at the age of 22(they were together for three and a half years), leaving behind a daughter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f8xY2hsGsTdbHdoADwc7CVPPnrEkRlVNe9MGbxXx7M_EeEovYdyMg0gnZ3_aWk5KHLXXwYsJr5XhQXqWe96U1XfwHTO3C-Pam1agEqjlBZCD48YqJe9CHAoVQWRydutgS8EKvRhaoq4/s1600/photo_honeyguilty.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f8xY2hsGsTdbHdoADwc7CVPPnrEkRlVNe9MGbxXx7M_EeEovYdyMg0gnZ3_aWk5KHLXXwYsJr5XhQXqWe96U1XfwHTO3C-Pam1agEqjlBZCD48YqJe9CHAoVQWRydutgS8EKvRhaoq4/s640/photo_honeyguilty.jpeg" width="243" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Sid went on to drum for Rubella Ballet and then briefly in Flux of Pink Indians,(he only drummed in the "Neu Smell" E.P. for songs such as "Tube Disasters" and "Sick Butchers")but left Flux of Pink Indians soon after the "Neu Smell" E.P. to come back and focus on Rubella Ballet.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Zb3OBoqqD52_a7uGilbMjWSRFe5du595eX-nQIitKXRAJfszXERqKCIBgYjlZO98ukn9N-WuAbZbhqpCgB-vpVbrEnql3MikI_bohCfhsTs7rxenfktUrROAXIydwRmq219mUOgLF4Q/s1600/dawdawdaaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Zb3OBoqqD52_a7uGilbMjWSRFe5du595eX-nQIitKXRAJfszXERqKCIBgYjlZO98ukn9N-WuAbZbhqpCgB-vpVbrEnql3MikI_bohCfhsTs7rxenfktUrROAXIydwRmq219mUOgLF4Q/s640/dawdawdaaw.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Gem went on to play bass for the very colorful Rubella Ballet.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uQziiZ4Dfm0kGKfn-jl2OkR28nEQwoQnbHTduVz2B_ytTMi356J_09RDjloHLgtsehL0zFN6bQG4Iqi0wudH9X7KlHQReAoYYjpKnw45H6wtV8RnAbWbEDtaol7Sy409N-uVXcnSniU/s1600/wadadawdaawda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8uQziiZ4Dfm0kGKfn-jl2OkR28nEQwoQnbHTduVz2B_ytTMi356J_09RDjloHLgtsehL0zFN6bQG4Iqi0wudH9X7KlHQReAoYYjpKnw45H6wtV8RnAbWbEDtaol7Sy409N-uVXcnSniU/s640/wadadawdaawda.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Pete released a one-man band single titled "Four Fomulas" in 1980 on Poison Girls' Xntrix label, played guitar for Rubella Ballet and eventually ended up playing guitar for Omega Tribe. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERFMG1nSFBvyTKEEl4OC-RJbwdUKAX2jRblCVBfZTUBWQlip9ikeCjlkNvwtbpR-A8KZSTEjvjxjOjah7kpjsJI1YazxX1ZaUKBEeoXHMdM2RdWyevzc407ujHxKw-5MonkVrd_LPDrA/s1600/43tr445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERFMG1nSFBvyTKEEl4OC-RJbwdUKAX2jRblCVBfZTUBWQlip9ikeCjlkNvwtbpR-A8KZSTEjvjxjOjah7kpjsJI1YazxX1ZaUKBEeoXHMdM2RdWyevzc407ujHxKw-5MonkVrd_LPDrA/s640/43tr445.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">"You can be you" lyrics coming soon. I don't have any for Fatal Microbes or Pete Fender's "Four Formulas" single.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Soon to come Downloads:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fatal Microbes "Violence Grows" Single Small Wonder/Xntrix 1979</div><div style="text-align: left;">Fatal Microbes "Live in Guilford, England 5-10-80"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Honey Bane "You Can Be You" 1979 Crass Records</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pete Fender "Four Formulas" Xntrix 1980</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-81269283594192171122011-10-04T18:35:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.273-07:00Napalm Death<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_AVDPx093xIKj4SufriL_KWG4AQ2s6nd6futvNooBmDKa6XGCqT_XIVso2f_CioH04EdvbL5E3npyPwHoQjITPMVp-34YTD2kWNTA9xjP2LLB_HwfOQuWEZKNNt_0AQYC11cIZy6z5g/s1600/KYPP83.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_AVDPx093xIKj4SufriL_KWG4AQ2s6nd6futvNooBmDKa6XGCqT_XIVso2f_CioH04EdvbL5E3npyPwHoQjITPMVp-34YTD2kWNTA9xjP2LLB_HwfOQuWEZKNNt_0AQYC11cIZy6z5g/s640/KYPP83.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><br /> Napalm Death(!),Why is Napalm Death here? Surprisingly enough, Napalm Death shared close ties with the "Anarcho punk" scene before splitting and reforming into a new band that completely changed in sound and lost all of it's original members but helped start Grind-core(Dave from Verbal Warning heavily supported them). The project started in Birningham during May of 1981, with Nicholas Bullen and Miles Ratledge after several attempts of playing in different bands during 1980 and writing/co-editing fanzines. Miles' fanzine was called "Twisted Nerve" and Nic co-edited another fanzine during 1980, resulting in five issues being issued by each of them(all with different names). Several names such as "Civil Defence", "The Mess", "Evasion" and "Undead Hatred" were used before the Name Napalm Death came along, and their inspiration came from the movement of bands that were created as a result of Crass.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RseI4Q1oS3LdL4Bs1N5ep9FyGCTKt5jx7kwxErwtd-PPbwFh7j7d0OyKDZXt62dN1Hu252B3_3gYgnGZwsunMFU1VkWzhOGp5fzM5bcd5XafI4DWvuCVdELlJsVb6C7fsFg0dUNpNWM/s1600/r-565584-1133962402.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RseI4Q1oS3LdL4Bs1N5ep9FyGCTKt5jx7kwxErwtd-PPbwFh7j7d0OyKDZXt62dN1Hu252B3_3gYgnGZwsunMFU1VkWzhOGp5fzM5bcd5XafI4DWvuCVdELlJsVb6C7fsFg0dUNpNWM/s640/r-565584-1133962402.jpeg" width="640px" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div> The first line-up which lasted between 1981 and 1982 consisted of Nicholas on vocals and bass, Simon Oppenheimer on guitar and Miles Ratledge on drums, and then later in August 1982 Simon left and was replaced by Darryl Fedeski who also left later that year during October. As a result, Graham Robertson join on bass, but moved to guitar, Nic moved to handle just the vocal duties, and Finbarr Quinn from Curfew joined as their new bassist and backing vocalist. Several gigs were played between 1982 and 1983 with bands such as Amebix, The Apostles and Antisect, and several demos were recorded including one titled "Kak" where their track "Crucifixion of Possessions" was pulled from Crass and released on Bullshit Detector Three as their vinyl debut. In 1984, after only seven gigs, Napalm Death split up, but reformed in 1985 with a new line-up which sounded more like Killing Joke and Amebix, and went on to play with bands such as Chumbawamba, Blyth Power, Icons of Filth, Concrete Sox and Decadence Within before going through even more line-up changes(eventually losing all their original members) and taking their sound into a different area that helped start Grindcore. Napalm Death continues to play to this day and has become very successful, but this post was only made to cover their early period. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm29sLaiFmwsjE7d90_pOlWTXidBh4aqSkh_oMpbEhyRIcSiAsHjKj92M8zl7rZC7cvT4arEmLxolYUCAMPvLyc__0Bly1zC4Z8MRZ_0aaQuK0sObxPYH83YN7-kABmQQFxkT5U8L3XpU/s1600/drgdrgdrgdr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm29sLaiFmwsjE7d90_pOlWTXidBh4aqSkh_oMpbEhyRIcSiAsHjKj92M8zl7rZC7cvT4arEmLxolYUCAMPvLyc__0Bly1zC4Z8MRZ_0aaQuK0sObxPYH83YN7-kABmQQFxkT5U8L3XpU/s640/drgdrgdrgdr.jpg" width="640px" /></a></div><br /><br />"Crucifixion of Possessions"<br /><br /><br />Make the choice between wrong and right<br />The religion thrives - stand up and fight! <br />Their forefathers were false and blind<br />Leaving their mark on the skin of mankind<br />Pray to the gods and worship the goods<br />The lie carries on in pain and blood<br /><br />The pain they bear is on their arms <br />The nails are now nailed in our palms <br />On their cross, we leave our sign <br />I've given yours, now you give mine <br />Material wealth is a physical curse<br />A pockmark on the skin of the earth<br /><br />Hypocrite lies<br />Baby cries<br />Father dies<br />Why? Why? Why? <br /><br />Hysterical laughter is no real action<br />I pledge no support to any mindless faction<br /><br />Cry, cry, cry<br />Buy, buy, buy<br />Make the choice <br />Use your voice<br /><br />They are the ones who affect the stigmata<br />I refuse to become a martyr.<br />Consume, consume - a capitalist obsession.<br />I refuse to become the crucifixion of possessions.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Glue Bag Song"</div><br /><br />Defective intelligence - you sniffed glue:<br />You were bored, and had nothing to do.<br />A product of a wasted life: you are your only care.<br />Why did you live? Glue answers your prayer.<br /><br />Glue bag stuck in your mind:<br />Too weak to reject - you were blind.<br />You try to escape from reality,<br />But you can't see that reality.<br /><br />Now you're really drugged out:<br />No-one to help - you pass out,<br />Stench of glue embedded on your face:<br />Your candle is out: Goodbye Human Race.<br /><br />Glue bag stuck in your mind:<br />Too weak to reject - you were blind.<br />You try to escape from reality,<br />But you can't see that reality.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Soon to come Downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div>Kak(I only have two songs from this demo)<br />http://www.box.net/shared/5pqe7qa6ffxi4pxi9qg3</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-49247633651119412602011-10-04T17:15:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.331-07:00Verbal Warning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkCvBqhOaAEkzTyaDIr29V5_CHLIGbNzTOrW_F1tZX7fTIjwalNGPIJoD2i4AB9NVsDMJOhFCJdQa_MKiYCD4lXIeScgsTupmcd-I2brZxCKRUK2eHVgEbEkHNsXT0f6reppVaYzPHuU/s1600/KYPP1065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikkCvBqhOaAEkzTyaDIr29V5_CHLIGbNzTOrW_F1tZX7fTIjwalNGPIJoD2i4AB9NVsDMJOhFCJdQa_MKiYCD4lXIeScgsTupmcd-I2brZxCKRUK2eHVgEbEkHNsXT0f6reppVaYzPHuU/s640/KYPP1065.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /> Speaking of anarchist bands who lyrically attacked other anarchist punk bands ideas, Verbal Warning, who were originally named Dead Presleys, were hated and known for insulting bands such as Crass and Conflict and other punk individuals by making fun of them and annoyingly attacking the idea of an anarchist society with their insulting, anti-anarchist lyrics. Their lyrical assaults included such lyrics as "Anarchy Ain't the Answer!", "Part-time punks!", "Meat means murder and leather jackets, say yeah!(the band would back up Dave by saying yeah, yeah!)"and "Conflict - Crass, they're only rock 'n' roll bands! Their gigs caused their committed anarchist and pacifist punk audiences to become infuriated and their vocalist Dave would only take advantage of their vulnerability and only make them more violent and angry by making fun of them to the point where they would get the plug pulled on them or have to leave the stage because they would get assaulted or killed if they didn't. Verbal Warning began in Nottingham during 1979, and played their first gig on December 7th 1980 at Nottingham's Ad Lib Club with their first line-up consisting of Dave Smith on vocals, Paul on guitar, Colin on bass and Phil on drums. Dave was also a heavy early Napalm Death supporter.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtIsMNVx7Q0m2HtG_shWVHvmZVy-D_dvSsYP1CUie3Y-42xCgsD2ucHvp5f2_ymYHtd7gGHUuR3F3DWVYjGpusiGdF3SJJVtanjqpeZylxjpsgMHJCtSiQ5jQUuSMrFFTPxh_UpqFiNU/s1600/KYPP84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJtIsMNVx7Q0m2HtG_shWVHvmZVy-D_dvSsYP1CUie3Y-42xCgsD2ucHvp5f2_ymYHtd7gGHUuR3F3DWVYjGpusiGdF3SJJVtanjqpeZylxjpsgMHJCtSiQ5jQUuSMrFFTPxh_UpqFiNU/s640/KYPP84.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /> After their first gig, Phil was replaced on drums by Wayne, and Wayne eventually moved on as an additional vocalist, being replaced by Paul "Adolf" Clarke(a different Paul) on drums, and a second gig followed at the Trent Polytechnic on May 14th, 1981 where the band had to quickly leave the place because Dave had pulled a joke saying that he was glad that I.R.A. hunger striker Bobby had died which infuriated their Irish audience. Wayne left the band soon after, leaving behind the 'classic' Verbal Warning line-up of Dave on vocals, Adolf on drums, Paul on guitar, and Colin on bass which lead to a third gig at the Beeston Community Centre(The Shed) on July 11th, 1981 with Potential Difference who's vocalist John would go on the sing for Verbal Warning in the future. More gigs followed where they played with such bands as The Apostles, Antisect, Icons of Filth, Instigators, Napalm Death, Flux of Pink Indians, Blasphemy, Black Anthem, Dirt, Disorder, Subhumans, Anti-System, Hagar the Womb, Conflict and Omega Tribe. On January 22nd, 1983, Verbal Warning played the infamous gig with Conflict and Omega Tribe where Conflict pulled the plug on them halfway through their set because their audience became too violent to control after Dave had unleashed a tremendously effective attack of anti-anarchist lyrics, resulting in the band having to stop playing and getting offstage(the gig has some very funny dialogue between the audience and Dave, including reactions to some of the lyrics from the first paragraph). The band split soon after a gig in 1984 with Lost Cherees at Nottinghams' Narrow Boat and reformed in 2005, but with a new lineup which has left Paul as the only original member left.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3Z-L1qitWUAtJD0nGPFmu30T1kAJh0fe0hJBzPG0uPsg60VgWhfDPewFKBnAdrbiyFL2HMr6vMJ-OIALkSYkyQ2WR5w6TsNCt08OUf1sAv5FlAPAmr97pLpAcA54bDn56W52LiVRMFE/s1600/KYPP1064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3Z-L1qitWUAtJD0nGPFmu30T1kAJh0fe0hJBzPG0uPsg60VgWhfDPewFKBnAdrbiyFL2HMr6vMJ-OIALkSYkyQ2WR5w6TsNCt08OUf1sAv5FlAPAmr97pLpAcA54bDn56W52LiVRMFE/s640/KYPP1064.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>If anyone has any complete lyrics to any Verbal Warning songs, please post them in the comments. If people were not so close minded, they would find them funny! Verbal Warning were truly the "Anarcho Punk Trolls".<br /><br /><br />Soon to come Downloads:<br /><br />Live at the Union Rowing Club January 22nd 1983<br />1981-1983 Compilation Tape</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-506701592489559952011-09-25T01:42:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.387-07:00The Apostles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z9Hw13lZknADuBkGdMg4VP-pVP0Yiv3ZxFAQUBPj6GHbo6wPKEBwg4F6qP2XQlPsm49OxcdGeLyE6kYS_tEWWb0pZvPYKu7iHLo6BUSqVzju7s-zPHwiW8Tiqb-ym0nS5Hz0jZXLl3U/s1600/KYPP374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2z9Hw13lZknADuBkGdMg4VP-pVP0Yiv3ZxFAQUBPj6GHbo6wPKEBwg4F6qP2XQlPsm49OxcdGeLyE6kYS_tEWWb0pZvPYKu7iHLo6BUSqVzju7s-zPHwiW8Tiqb-ym0nS5Hz0jZXLl3U/s640/KYPP374.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> The Apostles, who have probably influenced me the most out of all the bands that will be mentioned here, may carry a passionate hate for the anarchist and pacifist punk scene, want to be forgotten and deny ever being a part of it, but got involved within it during their time as a band and made such great contributions to that scene(though they questioned it to no end) that they ended up becoming associated with it whether they wanted to or not(somebody once commented on the band saying that 'Crass opened the door. The Apostles kicked it in'). The band helped setup four different anarchy centres: The Autonomy Cetre(Wapping), The Centro Iberico(Westbourne Park), L.M.C.(Camden) and the recession club(Hackney) and they also ran an information network, got homeless people connected with housing co-ops and squatter groups, gathered like minded individuals, included an abundant amount of writings and art in their releases, organized several non-musical social events, and took part in lots of direct political action. Formed in 1979 around the Islington area of London, The Apostles began life with William 'Bill' Corbett on vocals, Pete Bynghall on guitar, Julian Portinari on bass and Dan McIntyre on drums in hopes of starting something similar to Crass. It would not be until a few years later when their two most controversial and well known members Andy Martin and Dave Fanning joined. Both Andy and Dave are homosexuals(Andy also has Dyspraxia) and this played a part in destroying the bands popularity, pushing them more underground than most of the other bands because people felt that they couldn't support the Apostles due to their gay members and also their anti-anarchist pacifist punk views.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZIbs8TQKTkNswJvh7MDFc7_NbgZth84Vj5984IDyXxagPGQT02sUqP0QkSxmq4ttYifkC-h0YlXgJWF4XKAP5ZYqCW0BGPFLyE_2TQBTduxoakZDQD5gY4YVYySJHyqR7te8lKrn2ko/s1600/l+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQZIbs8TQKTkNswJvh7MDFc7_NbgZth84Vj5984IDyXxagPGQT02sUqP0QkSxmq4ttYifkC-h0YlXgJWF4XKAP5ZYqCW0BGPFLyE_2TQBTduxoakZDQD5gY4YVYySJHyqR7te8lKrn2ko/s640/l+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave on the left and Andy on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table> The bands first singer, however, had to leave to go to University, so his older brother Andrew Bynghall who was drumming for Twelve Cubic Feet at the time told Andy that his little brother's band needed a new singer. Andy joined(was previously in the bands Black Flag/Carnage but felt too ashamed to tell the band that he was gay because he thought that they wouldn't accept him, so he didn't tell them at first), but wanted to make them a pop group like Twelve Cubic Feet, where as the other three members wanted a Crass like group. Pete, Julian and Dan had become regulars at Crass and other Crass related gigs, but Andy would never want to go with them, called Flux of Pink Indians 'Flux of Pink Idiots', and would decide instead to go to places like the Africa Centre too see such bands as The Lemon Kittens and Eyeless in Gazza. Despite their differences, The Apostles managed to play their first gig at the basement Youth Club in Covent Garden, and their second gig with the Sinyx; the first gig being where Andy met Dave Fanning(at the time he was playing bass for Innocent Bystander and Libertarian Youth) and John Soares(at the time was Libertarian Youth's guitarist). However, the band eventually came to the conclusion that they could no longer work with Andy so they 'sacked' him, picked up all their gear and left him by himself.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJgcmiodxu1_ZJGC7wY6n_tlx9mjTE8vrIStU9Yix_fjMEPZkU9GxToKnTwEQjQJ2UcagU9I6uamvbaEHO5y_68TRTV9NsBpB64Eg2yxRGMKZENLWyNTU-FcmxPd2oQBClH-a293DYWU/s1600/KYPP31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJgcmiodxu1_ZJGC7wY6n_tlx9mjTE8vrIStU9Yix_fjMEPZkU9GxToKnTwEQjQJ2UcagU9I6uamvbaEHO5y_68TRTV9NsBpB64Eg2yxRGMKZENLWyNTU-FcmxPd2oQBClH-a293DYWU/s640/KYPP31.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /> Andy remained very determined(I find him as a very smart, clever and funny man), so he started his own label called Scum tapes, took up guitar, drums and vocals, recruited Dave Fanning on bass, John Soars on guitar and Martin Smith on drums. The three new members were all formerly from the band Libertarian Youth, and Andy even decided to sort of get back at his old band by calling it the Apostles. This would be the lineup that came to release their cassette only albums 'The Apostles' in 1981 and 'The Second Dark Age' in 1982 on their label Scum Tapes. As homosexuals, both Andy and Dave struggled with becoming accepted within the other anarchist punk bands, and even helped with the gay liberation struggle and even setup gay co-ops.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlpIcGrdYDzhHni2nelsqIHwktWFZs20gwKKTxJ52mECAbh4BRtfm1ORQ0-XN7RJX41-IGky6kWSABvZLeRKOA8xCmg0Z7gkVW3HkpogndTzXpvglIIIiTJmG_RdaaR4A4OvQLLj5Nac/s1600/The%252BApostles+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUlpIcGrdYDzhHni2nelsqIHwktWFZs20gwKKTxJ52mECAbh4BRtfm1ORQ0-XN7RJX41-IGky6kWSABvZLeRKOA8xCmg0Z7gkVW3HkpogndTzXpvglIIIiTJmG_RdaaR4A4OvQLLj5Nac/s640/The%252BApostles+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> On December 18th, 1982, The Apostles played at the Zig Zag Squat gig along with Dirt, Faction, The Epsilons(D & V), Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, Conflict, Sleeping Dogs, Soldiers of Fortune, Amebix, Omega Tribe, Null and Void, T42, The Mob, Polemic and Youth in Asia. The Apostles played between Sleeping Dogs and Amebix. It was a free all day event where each band was only allowed to play thirty minute sets. Several of the bands consider it the best gig they ever played, but Andy recalled an event recently that took place during it that made him feel complete disgust towards the anarchist pacifist punks.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW2mnwm6pqDrMx-pTxithhEPjRqNQYywOl0QG7w8sslFSOKwjDFDGMJYg-MkY9syiZRLxBDdiNOG7CjBzooMzCRywTS97ARzbEFKYr5XYUIVB7P95mZRjV2UyMeRgX_RUiFZZwfYObsw/s1600/65756756756.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW2mnwm6pqDrMx-pTxithhEPjRqNQYywOl0QG7w8sslFSOKwjDFDGMJYg-MkY9syiZRLxBDdiNOG7CjBzooMzCRywTS97ARzbEFKYr5XYUIVB7P95mZRjV2UyMeRgX_RUiFZZwfYObsw/s640/65756756756.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><br /> While one of the bands was playing, five skinheads forced their way in and pushed Andy and some others out of the way to get to the front of the stage, and as Andy and Dave followed them, they witnesed the skinheads take down a fifteen-year-old Asian boy and they began beating him. Andy turned to the 500 strong audience, but to his surprise they formed a circle around the skinheads and watched the young boy struggle to fight back and get beat up since their idea of Crass's pacifism couldn't let them fight back. This enraged Andy, so he and Dave began to move towards the boy, but Penny Rimbaud and Andy from Crass jumped in and pulled off the two biggest skinheads while Colin Jerwood from Conflict took care of the rest until the skinheads ran away scared. When Andy Martin went to comfort the boy, he was surprised to find out that the boy had come down to the gig to see The Apostles play because John was in it, and himself an Indian, but by that time John had left, but it was the reaction from the audience and the other bands that infuriated Andy, and he lost all respect for the anarchist pacifist punks as he saw serious flaws in Crass's anarchist and pacifist ideas(Sort of like Malcom X's belief that you should be peaceful and respectful, but if you are hit you need to hit back). Other bands such as The Rondos, Six Minute War(pre-Fallout) and Ian Bone's The Living Legends had similar beliefs to Andy and spoke out against Crass's ideas(it seems that they all ended up getting ignored because of this).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX-fK6Lmql2f7SSlPIXV12XDoDJHBkYLuKFm6es7r6MI2G0Elp5VZPuFhPYjfVA4VQ_buokIN4FTyC8S_ZNcib7QkJhxYBf7yEZ8MxfwNJk2XKO6tli-SA-ETFtqxX4FPnbExRYq7Kbc/s1600/R-1518648-1277796173.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX-fK6Lmql2f7SSlPIXV12XDoDJHBkYLuKFm6es7r6MI2G0Elp5VZPuFhPYjfVA4VQ_buokIN4FTyC8S_ZNcib7QkJhxYBf7yEZ8MxfwNJk2XKO6tli-SA-ETFtqxX4FPnbExRYq7Kbc/s640/R-1518648-1277796173.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Another reason why Andy became upset was because even though Andy Palmer from Crass had invited them to come down, and they worked hard to organize the event, no one gave them mention or credit for all of their hard work. The band did not care if big groups such as N.M.E, Melody Maker or Sounds pretended they did not exist, but the fact the entire punk scene ignored their contributions in political and social activities frustrated them. As another result, Andy stated that he will 'forever hate them for it'. In 1982, the band went on to record and release their first single 'Blow it Up, Burn it Down, Kick it Til it Breaks' during that same year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY05-0iulTEK6s_WA6F2gPhoH2Zfpc-VzD30crGVLUaaAIo1Qfw_ok9G4VXWcK0S45qlJjlNqNVAvdOSYUMltAnJxXG7FTc9t63pUN9aIoUXMxCELvUwMFwXKy-UKx-K9GLxI_aU8MPFo/s1600/l+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY05-0iulTEK6s_WA6F2gPhoH2Zfpc-VzD30crGVLUaaAIo1Qfw_ok9G4VXWcK0S45qlJjlNqNVAvdOSYUMltAnJxXG7FTc9t63pUN9aIoUXMxCELvUwMFwXKy-UKx-K9GLxI_aU8MPFo/s640/l+%25282%2529.jpg" width="638" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drummer Chris Low.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Soon after the Zig Zag gig, Chris Low, who was writing to Andy and had enjoyed their 'Apostles' cassette, had just left Political Asylum and decided to come down and join the band. Chris noticed that Andy looked more like a mod, and Dave like a hippy, and that they didn't even listen to any punk bands or had any interest in sounding like Crass and even disagreed with some of their ideas. Some of the ideas that the Apostles believed in were against pacifism such as armed struggle, punk as 'dead' and no longer a threat to the system, punk gigs as an excuse to bring forth change, Class War(this was before the Class War zine associated with Ian Bone and his band The Living Legends began) and the anti-Nazi groups they were in which included hunting down and attacking racist Nazis who were up to no good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUQKqqkEOyPeaDfvzdwQ8s1-qySjoLYnqLIAcRnCc0V0KJrnZjctYZlTeXGFlGFcd6YkedW9jofEWSV5nn1Z8SWtbpZnIJ7dgQgRxMCj0SkMdYomuDtNA1y8zRrYx5rxa1ixmDuacZXQ/s1600/316728_10150289731821901_322276441900_8196559_1174856644_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUQKqqkEOyPeaDfvzdwQ8s1-qySjoLYnqLIAcRnCc0V0KJrnZjctYZlTeXGFlGFcd6YkedW9jofEWSV5nn1Z8SWtbpZnIJ7dgQgRxMCj0SkMdYomuDtNA1y8zRrYx5rxa1ixmDuacZXQ/s640/316728_10150289731821901_322276441900_8196559_1174856644_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dave Fanning on the left and Andy Martin on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Chris himself was more into bands like Throbbing Gristle and Cabaret Voltaire which added to the unique Apostles sound(at the time nobody else sounded like them). Once Chris joined, the band recorded and released their second and third E.P.s 'Rising from the Ashes' and 'The Curse of the Creature' both during 1983 on their own SCUM tapes label.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuznQnASESiF08T7BT640h25uGOUAvQKoZTbLg3_2-7PeNUIzrGaIpdD82XEroLNCli1N1GPnStfv3X_jZN6Togn-zeDgcvnRaeKNCg0fsSJj7tAPU8kNrpTG577eQpsfsw_AwLbKeFFI/s1600/R-380813-1304012584.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuznQnASESiF08T7BT640h25uGOUAvQKoZTbLg3_2-7PeNUIzrGaIpdD82XEroLNCli1N1GPnStfv3X_jZN6Togn-zeDgcvnRaeKNCg0fsSJj7tAPU8kNrpTG577eQpsfsw_AwLbKeFFI/s640/R-380813-1304012584.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> In 1984, Chris departed and was replaced by Chris 'Widni' Witshire. Fortunately for Chris, he would go on to play drums briefly for Oi Polloi. Malcolm 'Scruff' Lewty also joined The Apostles as their second guitarist. 1984 also saw the release of their 'Smash The Spectacle' single on Mortarhate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2vEXpMdHoMN5ZJSQ6ZAuYxJnlC9ycPd6FgF022nFWr9sa51GglbZmdRwscsPO0Ndv8k0Ry8IXZpGVzBlYdXJpgLUNb9wzWC5nxkYHinRmsOETdWQnBIjFBmHOAc2ldw1YRg29KRdXPg/s1600/uiu.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2vEXpMdHoMN5ZJSQ6ZAuYxJnlC9ycPd6FgF022nFWr9sa51GglbZmdRwscsPO0Ndv8k0Ry8IXZpGVzBlYdXJpgLUNb9wzWC5nxkYHinRmsOETdWQnBIjFBmHOAc2ldw1YRg29KRdXPg/s640/uiu.jpeg" width="638" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> In 1986, their epic debut album 'Punk Obituary' was released on Moratarhate. Later that year, The Apostles released their second album titled 'The Lives and Times of The Apostles' on a different label called Children of revolution. During 1987, Windi left the band to attend University, and Scruff also quit to focus on his other band; the trash metal band Hellbastard. The two were replaced by Sam Stokes and Colin Murrel from the avant-garde performance art duo 'The Demolition Company'. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuOmfo1a6WHkMzHsjnhoTQwwy9Ks5-D618dTyxFFnzX4tbIk4Hkcw2U-koYTpSEKGWq61ie-Q1aL6zP0_ECI7UXboDoUQdNqOcBfqbqO121T9pt5cfpLwU_m3KjDd03INZ2t7v9NNJlQ/s1600/R-1572876-1303871582.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuOmfo1a6WHkMzHsjnhoTQwwy9Ks5-D618dTyxFFnzX4tbIk4Hkcw2U-koYTpSEKGWq61ie-Q1aL6zP0_ECI7UXboDoUQdNqOcBfqbqO121T9pt5cfpLwU_m3KjDd03INZ2t7v9NNJlQ/s640/R-1572876-1303871582.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Several more cassette albums were made after this, and in 1988, their 'Hymn to Pain' L.P. was released on the label No Master's Voice. The bands life was now starting to come to an end, but not until sometime after their last studio session were they were rejoined by former Apostle co-founder Pete Bynghall. Andy felt that a last gig was not necessary(they only played twenty four gigs during the band's lifespan) , and Sean's relationship with Colin became bitter, but Andy was convinced to do it, and so did Sean and Colin even though they both ignored each other throughout the set. The Apostles played their last gig at Chats Palace, Hackney and Andy admits that the band had finally pulled together and played a good set, but their only audience consisted of Dave's friends named John Waddingham, Tim Verden and Tim's dog Leo.(an eerie gig where they were the only group that played). The Apostles split soon after around 1990 since Pete had to leave(wanted to lead a new life in America), Andy quit and the rest couldn't carry on, but Andy and Dave organized and started a new band called Academy 23 that is still active today(Dave recently left), but under the name Unit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Sorry for reviving The Apostles for a day Andy. I know you wont approve of this and probably hate me for it now. Your writings have inspired me though(not all, some of them are ridiculous). Credit to some of the photos goes to Chris Low(burrowed from his collection) and Ian 'Pigs For Slaughter' for writing the brilliant 'Why Punks Fails' flyer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgybEfwgsRaqxHJP9NV4VhN56cH9bYSnYx_8ofF-rC9PGb3Z5HXsn7Vv9DWndkSDzt4Z_7dp3MLu9xEKIIjhj22jjsJ6QV60-HytkoN6SNAI1cpN7VaYf7pIB3zWjbuGimLHUJPVRvAQ/s1600/photo_group1981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgybEfwgsRaqxHJP9NV4VhN56cH9bYSnYx_8ofF-rC9PGb3Z5HXsn7Vv9DWndkSDzt4Z_7dp3MLu9xEKIIjhj22jjsJ6QV60-HytkoN6SNAI1cpN7VaYf7pIB3zWjbuGimLHUJPVRvAQ/s640/photo_group1981.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />"Oh, Death"<br /><br /><br />Look, look,<br />see what the lord has done.<br /><br />Look, look,<br />see what the lord has done.<br />And I know I am the chosen one.<br /><br />Well look, down yonder,<br />down that lonesome road.<br />Said look, down yonder,<br />down that lonesome road,<br />for death will ease my heavy load.<br /><br />Look, well Lordy well look,<br />daylight coming to soon.<br />Said look, well Lordy well look,<br />daylight coming to soon.<br />and death he come creeping in my room.<br /><br /><br />Look well, Lordy well look,<br />see what the lord has done.<br /><br />Look well, Lordy well look,<br />see what the lord has done.<br />Yes I know I am the chosen one.<br /><br /><br />"Mob Violence"<br /><br /><br />I've come up from the slime and the factory grime<br />where all my friends dads are serving their time,<br />and the working class women's faces don't shine<br />when they're scrapping a living on the poverty line.<br />And their kids don't read Janet and John,<br />instead they're learning how to make a petrol bomb.<br />The communist party wail and whine,<br />well I've got no time for that sickening slime.<br />The national fascists call their creed,<br />but I've got no need for that bullshit greed.<br />The pacifists say 'reject and refuse'.<br />Ha! I've got no use for that brain abuse.<br /><br />Mob Violence! Mob Violence!<br />Fists and faces meet when we take to the street.<br />Mob Violence, Mob Violence!<br />Because we get our kicks throwing bottles and bricks.<br />Mob violence! Mob Violence!<br />Class anger explodes when we get on the roads.<br /><br />No white collared John's gonna lead me on:<br />he wont talk so big when his Bentley's gone.<br />No politician will stop my mission:<br />He wont travel far when his legs are missing.<br />No Eton blue coaster's gonna screw up my rota,<br />especially when his head's underneath my motor.<br />All your pacifist preaching pisses me off,<br />while peace, love and dope just make me cough.<br />See, the only thing I know that makes me feel high<br />is a half brick landing in a copper's eye.<br />Yeah, the only thing I know that makes me feel nice<br />is the sight and sound of an incendiary device.<br /><br />Mob Violence! Mob Violence!<br />Fists and faces meet when we take to the street.<br />Mob Violence, Mob Violence!<br />Because we get our kicks throwing bottles and bricks.<br />Mob violence! Mob Violence!<br />Class anger explodes when we get on the roads.<br /><br /><br />"Worker's Autonomy (Part One)"<br /><br /><br /><br />Singing a song in the morning<br />as we lock the boss in the laboratory.<br />Taking the charge of the factory<br />we work autonomously.<br />We used to bend and slave for making<br />everything for your greed,<br />but now we lend our labor making<br />under the goods that you need.<br /><br />Singing a song in the morning<br />as we lock the boss in the laboratory.<br />Taking the charge of the factory<br />we work autonomously.<br /><br />Why waste your years just<br />working, and working, and working and working<br />and selling yourself for a wage?<br />Take back control of<br />working and building and living and<br />set an example for the age of<br /><br /><br />Singing a song in the morning<br />as we lock the boss in the laboratory.<br />Taking the charge of the factory<br />we work autonomously.<br />We used to bend and slave for making<br />everything for your greed,<br />but now we lend our labor making<br />under the goods that you need.<br /><br />Singing a song in the morning<br />as we lock the boss in the laboratory.<br />Taking the charge of the factory<br />we work autonomously.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Anarchy, Peace & Freedom"<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You're smoking a joint and you're dropping acid.</div><div>You are so pointless, docile and placid:</div><div>you talk about anarchy, peace and freedom...</div><div>well, stuff your theories, we don't need 'em.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't believe you care at all.</div><div>You sit self satisfied and tall, so tall.</div><div>The system has you on its' death list,</div><div>and you still call yourself a pacifist.</div><div><br /></div><div>The church of God say they will save you;</div><div>the communists want to enslave you;</div><div>the state says you'll obey policemen,</div><div>and all you say is 'anarchy and peace, man.'</div><div><br /></div><div>How can you tell us that we are violent</div><div>when the state spends money on Cruise and Trident?</div><div>People are beaten up in racial attacks,</div><div>so how can you tell us not to fight back?</div><div><br /></div><div>The fires of your intelligence are never lit.</div><div>Your piss poor pacifism is a turgid trance.</div><div>You're so fuckin' stoned that you're still talking shit,</div><div>so close your arse and give your mouth a chance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Political prisoners are killed in prison cells...</div><div>Tortured animals suffer from a fate they cannot tell.</div><div>We've got poverty and oppression and a state run by police,</div><div>and all you sat is 'anarchy and peace'... aw, bollocks!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"A New World in Our Hearts"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At the turn of the twentieth century Francisco Ferrer begun</div><div>creating a free school for the benefit of everyone.</div><div>But in 1909 the catholic church in Spain</div><div>had him executed in God's name, a murderer once again.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a village in Andalucia in 1933</div><div>Six Fingers and associates were fighting to be free;</div><div>when the Guardia Civil Fascists started to arrive,</div><div>Six Fingers and his friends in a shepherds' hut were burnt alive.</div><div><br /></div><div>The secretary of the C.N.T., one Salvador Sequi,</div><div>as known as Sugar Baby for his youthfulness, you see.</div><div>When the catholic militia men of Archbishop Soldevilla</div><div>shot Sugar baby down and made the church a killer...</div><div><br /></div><div>Buenaventura Durruti was a railwayman in Spain.</div><div>It hurt him oh so deeply when young Salvador was slain;</div><div>he went to the church of Soldevilla, anger in his head -</div><div>with careful aim and a trusty gun he shot the bishop dead!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Libertarian Youth"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Your body is a gift to the nation,</div><div>the result of a man and a woman's frustration...</div><div><br /></div><div>You're taught to believe the unbelievable.</div><div>You're taught to accept the unacceptable.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lies you're told are painted as true. </div><div>Thought and questions will not come from you.</div><div><br /></div><div>A school of thought is a school of the mind,</div><div>but self realization is not or your kind.</div><div>Not for your kind.</div><div><br /></div><div>The stream you swim is the stream they set</div><div>and it is yourself that they make you forget.</div><div>They train you for work, they teach you a trade;</div><div>you're one of the many willing servants they've made.</div><div>whether factory fodder or the office elite,</div><div>you'll attack one another like the meat you eat.</div><div><br /></div><div>But if you protest they'll lock you away,</div><div>though you only feel anger because they made you that way.</div><div>Is it surprising that you salute the nation</div><div>when you're unaware of the degradation?</div><div>You're living a crime by obeying the law -</div><div>have you never thought why and what it is for?</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll work for the nation until you die.</div><div>Your lives are stolen, do you ever wonder why?</div><div>Your body is useless, it now lays dead -</div><div>all because you were so easily led.</div><div>did you ever possess a thought inside your head?</div><div>Open the floodgates, paint it black and red!</div><div><br /></div><div>Use your own head!</div><div>Use your own head!</div><div>Use your own head!</div><div><br /></div><div>It's your own life,</div><div>live it.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAYsgfAL84P4PgsRBIYCHjyHF6KeZtgKR17orwTbwDp_BS6-ZUamoAkdBitrN033Fzw1kbzmnJ4GocnXFqfwtPYBbrKAZC45GcS2rFOQl-Eww5dk5hVuKPPNzEhUlnZgxbSzgxv1tEeE/s1600/221143_10150151057481901_322276441900_7073909_2750876_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAYsgfAL84P4PgsRBIYCHjyHF6KeZtgKR17orwTbwDp_BS6-ZUamoAkdBitrN033Fzw1kbzmnJ4GocnXFqfwtPYBbrKAZC45GcS2rFOQl-Eww5dk5hVuKPPNzEhUlnZgxbSzgxv1tEeE/s1600/221143_10150151057481901_322276441900_7073909_2750876_o.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Written by Ian 'Pigs For Slaughter'.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJ2NrCnmm1jB21BM-TI3haQovk4HUbyS-S7YyjTiYeKsITI5gFJ4yTZMS2bDB3_FygaXXzo_O20SPzMI0k5iS9NxQA9t7b9bngLWIsFeJNvaQi5owEMnO3jOQE8ZL0RVydHuvf82GDLI/s1600/210423_10150151305501901_322276441900_7076065_2390075_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJ2NrCnmm1jB21BM-TI3haQovk4HUbyS-S7YyjTiYeKsITI5gFJ4yTZMS2bDB3_FygaXXzo_O20SPzMI0k5iS9NxQA9t7b9bngLWIsFeJNvaQi5owEMnO3jOQE8ZL0RVydHuvf82GDLI/s640/210423_10150151305501901_322276441900_7076065_2390075_o.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><br />Soon to come downloads(singles wont be uploaded anymore since the Apostles remastered retrospective C.D.s are in the making):<br /><br />(Due to the immense amount of material, only my top favorite tapes and records will be uploaded)<br />The 2nd Dark Age 1982 Scum Tapes<br />Blow it up, Burn it Down, Kick it Til it Breaks 1982(Removed)<br />Smash the Spectacle 1985 Mortarhate(Removed)<br />Punk Obituary 1986 Mortarhate<br />Hymn to Pain 1988 No Master's Voice<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-52151784429070697582011-09-03T04:50:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.453-07:00Chumbawamba<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOQEyEaCUvrlxVcUf6RhEIZBBNRbIN5MVjWrEo9ybhXfdldQExMJ274LHho_saaOQV0Jlmqp3PNHzJ3PSdNA1A2Pme7gPXnc81V2Gb1n6dagbrb7HzqQNtV1CYOj9Ffyn9RqKQ-dWmglM/s1600/102283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOQEyEaCUvrlxVcUf6RhEIZBBNRbIN5MVjWrEo9ybhXfdldQExMJ274LHho_saaOQV0Jlmqp3PNHzJ3PSdNA1A2Pme7gPXnc81V2Gb1n6dagbrb7HzqQNtV1CYOj9Ffyn9RqKQ-dWmglM/s640/102283.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">22.10.83 YMCA Beeston, Leeds, photo by Jenny Plaits.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> "Chumbawamba? Didn't they release that annoying 'Tubthumping' album on E.M.I. in the nineties?" Well, in the eighties, unknown to most people, they were among the groups of anarchist punk bands who took a great influence from Crass, and were definitely one of the bands that had the most powerful political voices and original music within the movement. Formed sometime just as 1982 had come, Allan 'Boff' Whalley, Dan 'Danbert Nobacon' and Midge evolved Chimp Eats Banana into Chumbawamba and recruited Lou Watts and 'Men in a Suitcase' member Dunstan 'Dunst' Bruce on vocals, and they were also joined by Mavis 'Dan' Dillon and Harry 'Daz' Hammer from the Passion Killers, as well as Alice Nutter from 'Ow, my hair's on fire'.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3srGPAYhO5vP2oG2jzPbybz6308if6nvnuDTrEcVYChIbDVyRQVZczq0cQ9aMlni9l8d6OTNzNwaJVfGtdtxMwVh-tCX6V1sfrwKjmb-Y609wlIBp6tR0UWOmDwA84rUbognyNpLZk0/s1600/15133_203948385490_583355490_4454783_2071905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3srGPAYhO5vP2oG2jzPbybz6308if6nvnuDTrEcVYChIbDVyRQVZczq0cQ9aMlni9l8d6OTNzNwaJVfGtdtxMwVh-tCX6V1sfrwKjmb-Y609wlIBp6tR0UWOmDwA84rUbognyNpLZk0/s640/15133_203948385490_583355490_4454783_2071905_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guitarist/vocalist Boff.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: left;"> The band had a huge line-up, but the classic Chumbawamba featured Danbert Nobacon, and Alice Nutter on vocals, Boff and guitar and vocals, Lou Watts on guitar and vocals, Mavis 'Dan' Dillon on bass, trumpet and vocals, Harry 'Daz' Hammer on drums/vocals and Dunst on additional vocals. All of the members sang, and most of them had notable songs where they sang lead vocals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJlnXVk8Sn8daHpUQBFNovRJHsIdWqZ7HIivju6U8BRiQ4zg3YcTzxiOlG5fN4qngTjO7U5K_RhZyVu8-G5hls0tOa9j_jYeguyHuCWOYjfO3jrPCmJRB8OdAmJKZ4vrTDVTR-OPu1lJC/s1600/558326_10150929279905558_527615557_12920342_2044543401_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWJlnXVk8Sn8daHpUQBFNovRJHsIdWqZ7HIivju6U8BRiQ4zg3YcTzxiOlG5fN4qngTjO7U5K_RhZyVu8-G5hls0tOa9j_jYeguyHuCWOYjfO3jrPCmJRB8OdAmJKZ4vrTDVTR-OPu1lJC/s640/558326_10150929279905558_527615557_12920342_2044543401_n.jpg" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1985 UK, photo by Jenny Plaits </td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /> Just like Rudimentary Peni, nobody from the band dressed 'punk' and this complicated their acceptance into the punk scene because of the fools within it, but the band desperately wanted to be associated and would pass out pamphlets, lyrics and other handouts at gigs. However, one of their founding members named 'Midge' left sometime during 1985.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-A6b6NB1mLripFj6hQk1pz-Z9tI8OkiXAUtDCgyGKDGDjIYRfE1Hw_QQnVP3SdcCziAVwmxmTAWyQqUYLIjNvQXLuOlzOGf0Pk_ur2KPnOg74DwVwc0DQILXFbrLCQj0-1kZKuTMJ3o/s1600/Danbert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-A6b6NB1mLripFj6hQk1pz-Z9tI8OkiXAUtDCgyGKDGDjIYRfE1Hw_QQnVP3SdcCziAVwmxmTAWyQqUYLIjNvQXLuOlzOGf0Pk_ur2KPnOg74DwVwc0DQILXFbrLCQj0-1kZKuTMJ3o/s640/Danbert.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lead vocalist Danbert Nobacon dressed as a priest. Possibly during the song "Today's Sermon".</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> When the band played live, it would seem more like a theater act from all the costumes, skits, speeches, props, flip charts and films, and the theme of the acts would depend on the the theme of the current song. Danbert Nobacon would usually dress up as a joker, a show host, an old man,a corporate boss, a priest, a general and even a nun while Alice Nutter would dress up as his assistant sometimes.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GoGw0qw_oxjzh5UhNmOf0Af_HX_y3UDmuXGr_A-HrOEu_PAqpuCMDgomtT_inRVKTWujWv1TQXpGSoQUkHowruSrI3ZF-XzfCD2wGyH5f5Er-nhX1DgnVlTEE6HMv7tBxS9jUzxqeiFN/s1600/83uiou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GoGw0qw_oxjzh5UhNmOf0Af_HX_y3UDmuXGr_A-HrOEu_PAqpuCMDgomtT_inRVKTWujWv1TQXpGSoQUkHowruSrI3ZF-XzfCD2wGyH5f5Er-nhX1DgnVlTEE6HMv7tBxS9jUzxqeiFN/s640/83uiou.jpg" width="418" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">22.10.83 YMCA Beeston, Leeds, photo by Jenny Plaits.</td></tr></tbody></table> For example, During their early gigs, The would start off with 'How to get your Band on Television' with Danbert dressed up as a corporate boss, and he would follow by stuffing his face with food after shouting out the prologue. By the time the main part of the song began playing, he and Alice Nutter would had gone off stage and come back dressed up as a show host with an assistant who wold parade the stage with popular records and pictures of starving children as they continued with 'Slag Aid'(Another name for 'How to Get your Band on Television"). Other songs such as 'Read all about it' had most of the band dressed up in old clothes with booths and newspapers all over the place, and 'Today's Sermon' had Danbert Nobacon dressed as a priest.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVn5G5UjF5_BIacaIg3NcParh2MkcodlNJ3wx5GheWPdT7D5SQus5gy4FaxiQGjP8TS9FQuaSY6j3kj0V653t2Y_PEqRvi5Q9Nri8WQBF-hhFN8fJQ6BcVoCJx-FRiiuHNKzg-75_o7U/s1600/789989898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVn5G5UjF5_BIacaIg3NcParh2MkcodlNJ3wx5GheWPdT7D5SQus5gy4FaxiQGjP8TS9FQuaSY6j3kj0V653t2Y_PEqRvi5Q9Nri8WQBF-hhFN8fJQ6BcVoCJx-FRiiuHNKzg-75_o7U/s640/789989898.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alice Nutter singing during the song "Ah-men". Mavis on the left and Harry on the right.</td></tr></tbody></table> In 1982, the Danbert Nobacon, Boff, Midge, Lou and Dunst version of the band played their first gig as Chumbawamba on Elvis's birthday being January 8th, 1982 at the Hendly Hotel near Colne. Later on that year, the band contributed two tracks for Crass's 'Bullshit Detector two' on Crass Records with 'Three Years Later' and wrote to all the bands featured, but the Passion Killers were the only ones that responded and actually came down to visit the band ultimately joining them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeRLawiZXrlK4XM4EoDbjl4PPCIeuVqQMg35cTDiFEwnfX_LHp4WcjEwrH_TXKr8ZcERaZVufzSLtKwsWMQTGhXzkeWzhE7JIsfgha50p5_aYkKn0m4KsykNOHv_szDER0xM-Zbp64zg/s1600/scan419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeRLawiZXrlK4XM4EoDbjl4PPCIeuVqQMg35cTDiFEwnfX_LHp4WcjEwrH_TXKr8ZcERaZVufzSLtKwsWMQTGhXzkeWzhE7JIsfgha50p5_aYkKn0m4KsykNOHv_szDER0xM-Zbp64zg/s1600/scan419.jpg" /></a></div><br /> The second track was actually Boff as 'Boffo' with the track 'Garageland' which was taken from parodies he did of several 'The Clash' songs as a response of the Clash selling out. Also during that year, the band wrote to Sounds pretending to be a fictional Oi! band called 'Skin disease' and managed to get away recording a monotonous song where all they did was shout 'I'm Thick' sixty four times as a joke to get at the racist skin heads. In 1983, the band recorded their first demo on their own Sky & Trees label as a split between them and the Passion Killers.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwYWcTmyNOcurFXnrs3xiDQoim1sVO3Nz_2MF7E6XmKvr3nObLEXqQEL9n1SPOxH2zHXNSV6JCfRS8ujnh38Rd9JviRjKDiWzTek_KkxQTVsWPwK26KaFrtDX_0qmQUXago13as2wndk/s1600/60324_477348145490_583355490_7205058_6877980_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwYWcTmyNOcurFXnrs3xiDQoim1sVO3Nz_2MF7E6XmKvr3nObLEXqQEL9n1SPOxH2zHXNSV6JCfRS8ujnh38Rd9JviRjKDiWzTek_KkxQTVsWPwK26KaFrtDX_0qmQUXago13as2wndk/s640/60324_477348145490_583355490_7205058_6877980_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry the drummer on the left and Mavis the bassist on the right. Both of them used to be The Passion Killers.</td></tr></tbody></table> They were a very mischievous band and would often disguise themselves as fake bands to appear in certain gigs and compilations to parody or bash on certain big-time labels, The Sun newspaper(whom they called 'The Scum'), bands and people(the 70's had taught Boff to bring comedy into the music, thus helping cause all of this). Chumbawamba squatted in a large Victorian house which ended up becoming their band's headquarters. They practiced a lot there, lived as a huge co-operative, grew their food there and learned plenty about electrics and plumbing. However, Crass never helped them out after 'Bullshit Detector Two' and Flux of Pink Indians partially lied about helping the band release a single on their Spiderleg label. Instead, the band decided to turn their Sky & Trees label into Agit Prop and went on to finance and manage their first release all on their own.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYexKsEkNa-kuobw9_IVKpgLTx7zANbZKvwadIQHm-gFGVm6wDiiHCf1TVVdlCNI20IcqDBej8mGesCKTtKM12J_zVJR6lXqTb05ecN4xe9GTr2O1JUuoR4EL6vFrzd6xzBXMhS4tmJ0/s1600/Revolutionchumbawamba.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYexKsEkNa-kuobw9_IVKpgLTx7zANbZKvwadIQHm-gFGVm6wDiiHCf1TVVdlCNI20IcqDBej8mGesCKTtKM12J_zVJR6lXqTb05ecN4xe9GTr2O1JUuoR4EL6vFrzd6xzBXMhS4tmJ0/s640/Revolutionchumbawamba.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Their 'Revolution' single was released in 1985 on their own Agit Prop label, and quickly sold out. More pressings were released, and it proved to be a strong single which criticized big time bosses, and it came up in the Independent charts peaked at number four. It was a very 'DIY' record, so the band spent hours writing all their literature on the single, as well as going through a production line consisting of the band getting all the singles started and finished from scratch by hand. It was widely distributed since the people around their area weren't too interested in it, but once spread across to wider audiences, it became a success and helped boost the band's profile, despite people saying that they had somehow 'sold out' since they went from releasing tapes to records.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-D8ZJ6CFLU59j1MWl1vqiYbX2g36U7YJ5NuqaU3hwT1bQtYtGEdc2nwKWI9V23pxrVcADyLm4i1o7EqcLtiHzJBaKTAJ9hQ-IGR9RkP7OT_VIN-qul6z4AGITFwbkJ7b8ClraO0aYGJE/s1600/Chumbawamba+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-D8ZJ6CFLU59j1MWl1vqiYbX2g36U7YJ5NuqaU3hwT1bQtYtGEdc2nwKWI9V23pxrVcADyLm4i1o7EqcLtiHzJBaKTAJ9hQ-IGR9RkP7OT_VIN-qul6z4AGITFwbkJ7b8ClraO0aYGJE/s640/Chumbawamba+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vocalist/guitarist Lou Watts.</td></tr></tbody></table> They followed in 1986 by releasing a split E.P. with another band called 'A State of Mind' and released it on Agit-Matter Records which was a combination of those two band's own independent labels.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6HgcRnsxiLNQbDyMQpr-c1qiGd5ARY7-3smmRZtydwkBq1KNdTizOnFc36mkc71uJ3_RQ4zBs4b1iNIZ5Tjo4OjRu7JoV5eTL6QyoOUBzJ_O3iihZ7PHwpqwz4tpPPZxUiJHCRSyruc/s1600/R-462383-1273686432.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj6HgcRnsxiLNQbDyMQpr-c1qiGd5ARY7-3smmRZtydwkBq1KNdTizOnFc36mkc71uJ3_RQ4zBs4b1iNIZ5Tjo4OjRu7JoV5eTL6QyoOUBzJ_O3iihZ7PHwpqwz4tpPPZxUiJHCRSyruc/s640/R-462383-1273686432.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Also in 1986, Chumbawamba released their most brilliant album titled 'Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records' which was a 'concept album' counter-attacking the 'Live Aid' program to make people question it and ask why these pictures of Starving Children exist seeing as though the band saw capitalism as the main culprit(they often had members of the band hold up pictures of starving children while they played). They also used it to attacked several celebrities from certain bands who supported it such as David Bowie, Freddie Mercury from Queen, Paul McCartney from The Beatles, Jagger and Richards from the Rolling Stones and Cliff Richard. The band had originally already finished the album, but when they saw Live Aid on television which was viewed by over a billion people, they scrapped all the lyrics and started over. They stressed that the media has tricked people into believing that charity is the only definite answer to malnutrition and the band also believed that we are not making any kind of real change with it, and that we should look into how the capitalist organizations who are asking for donations are actually the reason why the children are starving in the first place and that we need to attack them. Other topics of third world exploitation are also covered such as Unilever, Coca Cola and racism(there is a a bit on the music label E.M.I. too since they were sending money towards projects that were building weapons for war at the time).<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhExKFoB4zZ4FUwpp9aUiO8tj3pkxgr_st6y8RfdxyOmtPdDtSfCPUG9po9JhxhYfbJb0R5xHU2HgM45rTQp3PFN4HnE-yGq6OgKVPTtEN1UFVCPoDdBdTVtIhO5X3pV6RBxKhWsKv3Js/s1600/29476_1360517365377_1004834389_30866238_2094200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhExKFoB4zZ4FUwpp9aUiO8tj3pkxgr_st6y8RfdxyOmtPdDtSfCPUG9po9JhxhYfbJb0R5xHU2HgM45rTQp3PFN4HnE-yGq6OgKVPTtEN1UFVCPoDdBdTVtIhO5X3pV6RBxKhWsKv3Js/s640/29476_1360517365377_1004834389_30866238_2094200_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Danbert on the right vocalising.</td></tr></tbody></table> However, despite the success, the band became a target under the police force, and were often held, questioned and searched at their home by them. Sometimes, the police would barge in with sledge hammers to try and find non existent drugs and explosions, and several times after the searches, the band would return to find their property damaged, as well as their pamphlets, diaries, books, posters and lyrics confiscated. In 1986, riot police broke Alice Nutters leg at an anti-N.A.T.O. demonstration, but she continued the play the tour with a cast. Next, after getting tired of getting pulled over by police so many times in their van before and after gigs, the band decided to paint 'Young Christian Cyclists' on their van, which actually worked in deceiving the police, since they were never pulled over again. At some point, Danbert Nobacon went in to go see The Clash with a paint gun, and managed to shoot paint all over the band, and followed by making a successful escape.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VYqPF656nOPT_gsBUYbBUNNr8t6lCJi1Qd47ygV9FoZfJ1YZfWKDFSUJZYdxwpQBKw1OE5bxKo6knWhFIsNA_47XicXebWASjEwi6nMmFWkGDqQVpyOsjDmyqVxyMoR3r1EQQ35cP08/s1600/R-1877920-1249599264.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_VYqPF656nOPT_gsBUYbBUNNr8t6lCJi1Qd47ygV9FoZfJ1YZfWKDFSUJZYdxwpQBKw1OE5bxKo6knWhFIsNA_47XicXebWASjEwi6nMmFWkGDqQVpyOsjDmyqVxyMoR3r1EQQ35cP08/s640/R-1877920-1249599264.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1987, the band released another 'concept like' album titled 'Never mind the Ballots' on their Agit Prop label which was made in response to the U.K. general elections. Even though they only had a two weeks notice of the elections, they still managed to record and release the record, despite saying that the rush resulted in one 'good side' and one 'crap side' on the record. The band was not saying to not vote, but to question the election, saying that it is only a substitute for real change, for real choice. The band also said to look closer into how the election works, because politicians will trick us and lie to us just to get us to vote for them so they can continue to keep us in our place. The fact that all we get to do to make our voices heard and make 'real' change is taking five seconds of our life to mark an 'X' for our vote towards someone we'll probably never meet or know was considered a joke to the band. Often at gigs, they would hang a huge backdrop behind them while playing reading: "The Vote Changes Nothing. The Struggle Continues".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLg6FQSXS3ifzidG_qx_nSfbzEnb8TbqMDawMAozLpRD_vfsueARBso37mEc_LiJr0rlGj88J5Lfus6TsFdkL6bEG2v2pvWPI1zi9i9kKANazlXepow4zAvwAleYBv3Vr7u7mNPWclkI/s1600/Chumbawamba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLg6FQSXS3ifzidG_qx_nSfbzEnb8TbqMDawMAozLpRD_vfsueARBso37mEc_LiJr0rlGj88J5Lfus6TsFdkL6bEG2v2pvWPI1zi9i9kKANazlXepow4zAvwAleYBv3Vr7u7mNPWclkI/s640/Chumbawamba.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /> Later on that year, The band disguised themselves as 'Scab Aid' and released 'The Scum' which was an attack on the Sun's newspaper for it's horrible treatment towards it's workers and releasing biased news coverage, and it became New Musical Express 'Single of the Week' until they found out it was Chumawamba in disguise. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1spNHqcyIlaV4dYJxIHDK2k528EdASMzoSEwkM7yc0J4aTf15gaKlVPHRWC5TO-n4TCuZgepB-RKHtLv83EwI5UXEuhTyWOUIOv1owmmKp1LeBX7NXYdbORxUtJ8dSoUo8NxTJtq2_HI/s1600/A-59549-1276646980.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1spNHqcyIlaV4dYJxIHDK2k528EdASMzoSEwkM7yc0J4aTf15gaKlVPHRWC5TO-n4TCuZgepB-RKHtLv83EwI5UXEuhTyWOUIOv1owmmKp1LeBX7NXYdbORxUtJ8dSoUo8NxTJtq2_HI/s640/A-59549-1276646980.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> By this time, the band had gigged with several bands including Poison Girls, No Defences, Reality Control, Karma Sutra, Thatcher on Acid, The Ex, Blyth Power, Mekons, Dan, Culture Shock, Conflict, Oi Polloi, Subhumans, Flux of Pink Indians, Disorder and Amebix.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRkYI9C0fu7zWQDTbG12aSV7OaHsrkXnso6LRs-krbUJjOqtiQyckUIpt68d4fznP3FRBAljh80GjhcPgc7XTxnYoQfWZBtgjUFHe35Rabr8HEGEiSsWMbO8kTv0Ay13V7SBRP6N5Hos/s1600/15133_203948725490_583355490_4454828_7628313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRkYI9C0fu7zWQDTbG12aSV7OaHsrkXnso6LRs-krbUJjOqtiQyckUIpt68d4fznP3FRBAljh80GjhcPgc7XTxnYoQfWZBtgjUFHe35Rabr8HEGEiSsWMbO8kTv0Ay13V7SBRP6N5Hos/s640/15133_203948725490_583355490_4454828_7628313_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Between 1987 and 1988, the band appeared in several compilations consisting of 'A Vile Peace' on Peaceville Records, 'Mindless Slaughter' on Anhrefn and 'This is the A.L.F.'. 1988 saw the release of their 'English Rebel songs, 1381-1914' album which upset several of their followers since all the tracks were a cappella protest songs. Their sudden change to dance and pop continued to make them less and less followed, but they were trying to challenge their listeners, not sell out.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lYHFO49RrpcOCClTt-68NNKH8rnZYG4BrYvq9N5qDNs_t-mWdTUyAso8i6h_YjeXaHkw1uZMVuZ6kpVbZAQqun10kYLVLMbyscZmAA41X8B4dkvMP2JFC1pARfuSqIQfGD85vX6eMrk/s1600/61791_477347875490_583355490_7205045_5420182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lYHFO49RrpcOCClTt-68NNKH8rnZYG4BrYvq9N5qDNs_t-mWdTUyAso8i6h_YjeXaHkw1uZMVuZ6kpVbZAQqun10kYLVLMbyscZmAA41X8B4dkvMP2JFC1pARfuSqIQfGD85vX6eMrk/s1600/61791_477347875490_583355490_7205045_5420182_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guitarist/vocalist Lou Watts.</td></tr></tbody></table> In 1991, guitarist Boff, bassist Mavis and drummer Harry brought back The Passion Killers for their 'Whoopee! We're all going to die!" 7". Next, Chumbawamba continued to release material, until the band suddenly decided it could be acceptable to sign on the E.M.I. label to release their 'Tubthumper' C.D. It sold over five millions copies, and blasted the band into stardom, infuriating those who were still there supporting the band. During the nineties, Chumbawamba basically went through a big change, and it upset their anarchist audience so much that it caused an anti-Chumbawamba E.P. featuring such bands as Wat Tyler, Riot/Clone and Oi Polloi bashing the band for singing on to E.M.I and 'selling out'. Chumbawamba continued to relase lots of material during the nineties and two thousands, but I'll stop here, seeing as though I find most of their later period irrelevant.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYFCKwYriNh7Vz2EcsHNo1JegDdxVYbGu6IIR7razyZMaSJKl-RwXoO_fu_LVgohwtYJcm1AJ0NFOKqP56kIiF7cxMeGvnTgTtGc5SbdWpK9xtuQ3g_Z5WEdKysTeChmgrPuH29UH-OI/s1600/60183_477348220490_583355490_7205062_4446386_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYFCKwYriNh7Vz2EcsHNo1JegDdxVYbGu6IIR7razyZMaSJKl-RwXoO_fu_LVgohwtYJcm1AJ0NFOKqP56kIiF7cxMeGvnTgTtGc5SbdWpK9xtuQ3g_Z5WEdKysTeChmgrPuH29UH-OI/s640/60183_477348220490_583355490_7205062_4446386_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left to right:Guitarist/vocalist Lou Watts, vocalist Alive Nutter and lead vocalist Danbert Nobacon.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> When it came to justifying their decision to sign on to the E.M.I. label which they used to hate so much, they tried to say that the label had changed since it was no longer funding nuclear arms by that time. The band managed to develop a strict contract that wouldn't limit their freedom as artists and be fair, and most of the money was given away to charity. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If this is true, would it be all right for all the other bands to do the same?Still, nearly all of their eighties followers abandoned them, but the band carried on regardless. They may no longer be as visually or lyrically powerful as before, but the band continues to live on today.</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1pEQkogofImcYXgOxgY7nsAppjdMyQVcSRnaF-n4-qkx0A-TWXVoX-pRe-tlCL7uDxfsXYNbB93UO3bKNfwJnmvhPR06ZphnJotiLbVSN4OZScFZphdOdA11wSz_w1vO9DQ1vD2NmQU/s1600/29476_1360517245374_1004834389_30866235_3206811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1pEQkogofImcYXgOxgY7nsAppjdMyQVcSRnaF-n4-qkx0A-TWXVoX-pRe-tlCL7uDxfsXYNbB93UO3bKNfwJnmvhPR06ZphnJotiLbVSN4OZScFZphdOdA11wSz_w1vO9DQ1vD2NmQU/s640/29476_1360517245374_1004834389_30866235_3206811_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">backdrop reads: Stop taking orders from his master's voice! Danbert, Lou and Alice are on the mike stands.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"How to Get your Band on Television"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I'm the boss of the company</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and I've got hunger working for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Listen, and you'll begin to understand-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I built my profits on stolen land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's the economics of supply and demand;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and I make the demands around here."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Product sells, people die.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Same manipulation wrapped in lies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Give a little money and play your rock & roll.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The biggest prizes to the biggest fools.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">welcome to the show</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and here the audience participates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On our show tonight</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we got lots of surprises in store for you at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">here's our contribution: we've called it slag Aid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For every pop star that we slag off today,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A million pounds will be given away!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Paul McCartney - Come On Down!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Make of Ethiopia a fertile paradise</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">where everyone sings Beatles songs </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">& buys shares </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in E.M.I.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Freddie Mercury - This Is Your Life!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank the lord that you were born white,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and thank apartheid </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for this wonderful opportunity</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to peddle your hypocrisy in Sun City.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">David Bowie - The Price is Right!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Still the voices of those who doubt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coca-Cola for the peasants to end this drought.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jagger & Richards - Game For a Laugh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dancing us down the garden path</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to a place where money grows on trees</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Who makes the money when the puppets sing?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ask the corporations, "Where does the money go?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ask the empty-bellied children: "What are we singing for?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And Cliff Richard - 3, 2, 1!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The god who remains when the religion's gone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cliff, we've got a special surprise for you today,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so come closer; step this way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cliff, you're such an example of moral worth,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">such a purist saint come to bless our earth,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">that behalf of our viewers watching on telly,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and on behalf of the millions with empty bellies,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we're donating something special that we're all going to like:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cliff Richard, we're going to nail you up to a cross Tonight!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ladies and Gentlemen, just imagine it-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Someone comes along, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">takes everything you own,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">your space, your house;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">separates you from your family; and then hits you in the face if you say anything different. Well, that's what we've been doing to the Third World for the past 400 years. That's YOU and ME. You the viewers at home, me in the studio, the pop stars, everyone. that's how we make the Third World, today and every day. If you want any correspondence with the programme, just send your answers - LETTER BOMBS ONLY! - to:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BP House</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Victoria Street</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">London SWI</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you and goodnight! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Feed the World:Starve the Rich. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Goodnight!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know there must be more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know there must be more</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">than giving just a little bit more</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when half of this world is so helplessly poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Starved of a real solution -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only charity and tradition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the cycle of hungry children</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">will keep on going round.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know there must be more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will keep on going round.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know there must be more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will keep on going round.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know there must be more.</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until we burn the House of Commons to the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"British Colonialism and the B.B.C."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I'm the boss of the B.B.C.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bulletin:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Your version of the riots in Cape Town</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">comes second-hand from me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chewing and spewing this revolution</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for popular T.V.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All your opinions are carefully chosen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">by what we'll let you see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Televised crap dressed up as fact-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">your soap reality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"We only want the chance to show the Editor's side</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of struggle in the news.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Close & closer to the state's eye-view</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and further from the truth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">bewildered and confused.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Misreported, distorted, misquoted,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a ready-made victim to be used."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"And we'll quote you on things that you never said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Put this pencil to your head,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and kill your revolution dead."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">T.V. tells us what to be and what to say and what to do,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">how to act and how to lie but never question, why?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fighting to stop this mass-deception.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">fighting to scarp the pass-laws.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fighting to end misuse of land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fighting to close down diamond mines.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fighting to feed their hungry mouths.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fighting to change the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here, we sit on a fence</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">built by distance and enforced by lies;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">is a full stomach all it takes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to keep us pacified?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Commercial Break"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"I'm the wife of the Boss of the company,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and I always make my husband answer to me;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look at the way they squabble between themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rioting at funerals - they'll surely go to hell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(You don't get that in a white man's town)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and boycotting products wont do them any good,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">you see they need the trade to help buy food,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and when I visit my niece on he beautiful homestead,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the blacks who work for her seem really quite content.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I'll agree with my husband; 'Let things stay as they are' -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's always been his motto, and we've gone far."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Unilever"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When you don't want to feed the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When you just want to feed your bank balance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wash your guilt away:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unilever washes whiter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soap to clean those dirty hands,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and a slap for the people who work the land!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unilever</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Man-made hunger.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soap in our eyes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">John West is the best!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Old soap opera.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No soap reality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Legal slave trade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Domestos kills all known truths dead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soap to wash the darkest stain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Profit covers up the pain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of a sow, deliberate genocide,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and all the dirt you want to hide.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take the black and wash it whiter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Brooke-Bond Oxo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blue Band, Bird's Eye.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lifebouy, Sunsilk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Persil washes Whiter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We make whitewash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We sell whitewash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Consume whitewash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Consumed by whitewash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soap to wash the darkest stain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Profit covers up the pain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of a sow, deliberate genocide,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and all the dirt you want to hide.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take the black and wash it whiter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whitewash, buy it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what are we prepared to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what are we prepared to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what are we prepared to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what are we prepared to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somewhere in this cycle there's me and you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what are we prepared to do?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Children in school forced to the desk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finger the atlas, study the test.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lies and opinion presented as fact.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Taught to accept and never to ask.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Those smiling workers in Ladybird books,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">they're not picking coffee at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They're busy with bricks and mortar,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">building the company wall).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Flickering pictures hypnotize.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We spend our lives watching other's lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">too much watching to realize</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">that this is a smokescreen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and this is why people die.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Those smiling news presenters,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">they're not reading cue-cards at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They're busy with brush and bucket,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">whitewashing the company wall).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Set yourself up and play it again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">force the tars, and entertain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sing about a world of make-believe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Force this charity and leave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(Rich people who claim to know</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what's wrong this this world</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">can't know anything at all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They're busy giving orders</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for us to build their second homes).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Flickering pictures hypnotize.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Flickering pictures hypnotize.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(And we who take the orders,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and refuse to question it all,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we're busy with spade and bible,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">burying the poor.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Burying the poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Burying the poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We spend our lives watching other's lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Burying the poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To much watching to realize</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">that this is a smokescreen,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and this is why people die.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mass-manufactured and given away:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Blinkers to get you through your day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so you'll never ever know to what extent you're involved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Easily fooled, all your problems solved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You'll say starvation has nothing to do with you -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You saw it in print, so it must be true.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the documentary explained it all:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's simple matter of birth control!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you send a little money you can sleep tonight,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">or starve in sympathy on a Limmits Diet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And you know that charity cures malnutrition,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and hunger put the sparkle back in television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger put the sparkle back in television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger put the sparkle back in television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger put the sparkle back in television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger put the sparkle back in television.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"An Interlude. Beginning to Take it back"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Words to describe Nicaragua of old:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cash crops and hunger and U.S.-control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coffee and sugar on company land</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">made to supply what the boss would demand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then one July morning in '79,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nicaragua decided to leave it behind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the people are learning to take back their lives,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as the country will change, Sandanista survives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Women are winning what they've never known.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the power to organize outside the home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Starting to find what is equal and fair,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ensuring that this revolution is shared.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Regaining lost chances, demanding much more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Running the factories, fighting the war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the people are learning to take back their lives,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as the country will change Sandanista survives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nobody claims that it's over and done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's too much depends on enlistment and guns,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and raising their children and filling their plates,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and chasing the Contras to Washington State.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's where the spirit of change can be found.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the people are learning to take back their lives,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as the country will change, Sandanista survives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the people are learning to take back their lives,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as the country will change, Sandanista survives.</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Dutiful Servants and Political Masters"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Things were rather different in Great-Grandfather's day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He just put a chain around their ankles & made them work for no pay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He did a bloody good job in taming the poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now I'm rather more subtle, I say 'I'll tell you what I will do -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll do everything I can to try and help you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And you'll be helping me, "I say, "I'll see that you're alright</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be white.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And you won't have to worry, I'll have a quiet word with your mates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, they'll be all right, they'll have enough on their plates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll put a it in their mouth, you just pull hard on their reigns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">they'll do anything for you and they on't complain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You'll be so much better off, " I say, "You can share my paradise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just sign my piece of paper and I'll organize your life".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And it never fails, it does the trick, it works every time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So me and my dear wife and the family's doing fine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Great Grandad got his dukedom when slavery was abolished.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dear old dad became a Viscount when the Empire was finished,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but times have changed (and for the better) with freedom of choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're a thousand times richer, Q.E.D. his Master's Voice:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for it's call to action.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mute and obedient; Standing to attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Look a little closer: the dog is a woman.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">she's working under a system that she can't understand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Trapped inside a world of labour and heat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So that she and her children will be able to eat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where poor men are lured by the desire to be rich.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where the limited power is still given to men.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where development aid is so wastefully spent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where western education enforces this crap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where women work in the open - yet live in a trap.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's one solution, and this is it:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The dog leaps on the gramophone and has a shit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"...And in a Nutshell"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And the company director spins the globe,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">looks into an atlas of the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A supermarket lifestyle for us all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A thousand nations under company control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coca-Cola got machines in every land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No-one got the teeth to bite the hand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stole their labour, their culture and their lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The create a Coca-Cola paradise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Swallowing their soft drinks and their lies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let's take the blindfold from our eyes...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Invasion"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The third World's got hunger and military control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this unequal balance is a master-plan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One gets rich from the other's land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They've got it all worked out; and we give our consent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They've got it all worked out for Central America.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They've got it all worked out for Africa (etc, etc)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And in our naivety we believe myths and over consume.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And give them our consent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dying in the shadow of the U.S.A.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Let them eat bullshit, make the land pay".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Make a fast deal with the local elite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then substitute cash-crops where once grew wheat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Build a cycle of dependence on a starvation-diet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">with food as a weapon, workers stay quiet,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and multinational names have blood on their brands</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">from taking an interest in misused lands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Del Monte, Tate & Lyle, Ralston Purina.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coca-Cola, R.T.Z. and Unilever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All packaging lifestyles for the glamorous west.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Expand the company; exploit the rest.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are not isolate by distance,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but by greed and our racist history.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just a wall's-width away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Still impossible to reach across</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this space in front of me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's we who write this history.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We who guard the money-tree.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We support the companies -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We stole the colonies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And when the system starts to crack,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we'll have to be ready to give it all back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And when the system starts to crack,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we'll have to be ready to give it all back.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And when the system starts to crack,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we'll have to be ready to give it all back.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See the space which lies between the rich and the poor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How the space increases as we keep on taking more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Keeping that space between us all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is how the west can keep control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With a mission and a chequebook promising aid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Posing for the camera the United Nations man came.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He talked of control and the terrible drought,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the way that the west would bail them out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">then he stopped smiling and he talked conditions</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of mutual aid; of American wishes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sending aid with sewn-on strings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If they won't buy arms - then it's pulled back in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Feeding the world American style.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Col. Sanders has an empire behind his smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back up the investments with a military regime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then cleverly he says: "It's to keep the world free!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But the multinational myths are beginning to fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the poor don't want aid, they want control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And if we really want to see the Third World eat,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we've got to see through the wrapping on the high street.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're busy consuming as the other half dies,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the answer's not a question of charity -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Not whilst profit's still the top priority -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So let the glossy shop-fronts know what to expect,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and you Bosses of companies...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">...And the cycle of hungry children</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">will keep on going round.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will keep on going round.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will keep on going round,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">until we burn the multinationals to the ground.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Always Tell the Voter what the Voter Wants to Hear"</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"You want jobs? I've got jobs!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hospitals? Top of my list!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tax cuts and platform shoes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for every small business man!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">... Just give me your vote."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just give me your vote.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Schools, prisons? Of course we'll build 'em!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Condoms for the American G.I.'s!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nuclear reactors will breed like rabbits!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Police oppression? You can have it, sir!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">... Just give me your vote."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Put your cross in the box!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"You want houses? See me afterwards!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Want my autograph? See my bodyguard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pre-election budget handouts!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You want a war? No Problem.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">... Just give me your vote."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Come on Baby (Let's do the Revolution)"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Come on baby, let's do the revolution.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">€</span>6 for the record, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">€</span>7 for the T-short.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A picture of the band</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and a ticket for the promised land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Watching all the bouncers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">systematically beating up the dancers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to the rhythm of a pocket of change;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">here's the group with all the answers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vote for the party and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">keep your mouth shut!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Same chains of command.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All power taken out of our hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Politics pays the piper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in this company-land.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Come on Baby, let's do the revolution.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They say we'll all be equal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">when they take control.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vote for the party and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">wallow in our rock and roll</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Roadie! My guitar!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"The Wasteland"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Said the party to the adman,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"We'll conjure up a gimmick -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The way to lead an ass</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">is with a carrot and a stick.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dig down for minorities,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">promise them concessions,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">ride in on their backs</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and teach them all a lesson:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Unemployment means depression</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. You're just victims of the recession.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. (We can count on their support</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if we can channel their emotions)."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Populate the wasteland</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">between leisure and the grave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">work and pray and place your vote,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and someday you'll be saved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All these myths come tailor - made</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to suit the company director.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Myths that praise the dignity</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of cheap, disposable labour.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two different routes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to an industrial heaven.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Work for</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. 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Parliament.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And all will be forgiven.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's fear of being sacked</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">that let's the Boss step up the pace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">because the minute you step out of line</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">there's someone took your place.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Populate the wasteland</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">between leisure and the grave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Work and pray and place your vote,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and someday you'll be saved.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">said the M.P. to the media:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Can't we juggle this around?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sprinkle sugar on the dogshit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and we'll keep the figures down.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Never let the left hand</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">see what's in the right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No-one's any wiser</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the problems out of sight..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Job Clubs, Restart, Y.T.S, C.P's, E.A.S:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Job Clubs, Restart, Y.T.S, C.P's, E.A.S:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take our democratic choice -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Take a scheme or starve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Company profits doubled.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wages chopped in half.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Work and pray and place your vote,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and someday you'll be saved.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Offer your life to the one true church:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the name of the conservative party,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Labour Party</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and the Liberal Alliance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The promised land where banks outnumber churches,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and your cars shall be martyrs to the cause!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Capitalism in crisis...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But on the third day it shall rise again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But on the third day it shall rise again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />"Today's Sermon"<br /><br /><br />"Though they broke my legs,<br />they gave me a crutch to walk.<br /><br />Though they broke my legs,<br />they gave me a crutch to walk.<br /><br />Though they broke my legs,<br />they gave me a crutch to walk -<br /><br />Their laws to guide me<br />and a crutch to walk"<br /><br />Government be with you!<br /><br />Ah-men!<br /><br /><br />"Ah-men"<br /><br /><br />A visionary pause in the cycle<br />when she refused to buy or sell.<br />When the daughters of perfect wives<br />said there must be more than sacrifice.<br />Needed more than symbolic change.<br />More than silent wasting away.<br />In factories and sterile marriages.<br />(He was god. She was powerless.)<br />With a brick for every year of life,<br />she set out for the house of lies -<br />The Old Boy's Club under siege.<br />His lordship cowered under his seat,<br />called for brandy and reinforcements,<br />blasted away at every movement.<br />Close to breaking down the door.<br />Past thick blue line and stupid laws.<br /><br />Black Friday left her bruised and stubborn.<br />One brick from winning the struggle!<br />Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower.<br />Asquith, quickly rose to the hour...<br />Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles<br />gave nothing, called it compromise.<br />Guaging the situation perfectly<br />said, "Ladies! Ladies! Listen to me!<br />1914, we're on the brink of war -<br />Pick up a flag, drop you cause!<br />Your targets are counter-revolutionary.<br />Take my hand in democracy!<br />Here's a piece of paper<br />your officially free.<br />Here's a list of instructions<br />for you to obey;<br />(And here's a sharp knife<br />to cur your own throat.<br />Small sacrifice in return for a vote...)"<br />Whispered word in Pankhurst's ear-<br />Visions of the first woman peer<br />led women down the garden path<br />and into the arms of the enemy.<br />Jail and force - feeding, wasted martyrdom<br />sold her songs for the National Anthem.<br />Slotted the smile back neatly in place.<br />Served refreshments.<br />At the end of the race.<br />All demands reduced to a joke.<br />X marks the plague: abandon hope.<br /><br />Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich.<br />"Excuse me,<br />could you pass me the privilege?"<br />A woman's voice, the Sates ideal.<br />Same vested interests, same dirty deals.<br />Currie & Williams immersed in the times:<br />Examples to keep the rest in line.<br />Currie & Williams, two of a kind:<br />Examples to keep the rest in line.<br /><br /><br />"Mr. Heseltine Meets his Public"<br /><br /><br />Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town.<br />The northern rain always drizzling down.<br />Shoppers at the window stopped to look,<br />As you signed another copy of your book.<br />'Cause you have all the power<br />And you have all the wealth,<br />and we've got nothing but ourselves.<br />We've got nothing but ourselves.<br />We've got nothing but ourselves.<br /><div><br /></div><div>So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police<br />Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices<br />Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity.<br />Power in the heart of the community.</div><div><br />Mr. Heseltine listen to me.<br />We don't want power<br />and we don't want money.<br />We're fighting for the right to decide<br />how the power and the wealth<br />be equally divided.<br />Old people in Seacroft need money for bills.<br />Single mums with kids want decent meals.<br />and we all want new coats<br />When all's said and done.<br />They're all worn out<br />From being walked upon.</div><div><br />There comes a time when we organize.<br />When we take control of our daily lives.<br />When we don't obey orders from authority.<br />When we disbelieve the myths of democracy.</div><div><br />Democracy Street, </div><div>Britain's longest running soap opera, </div><div>with the added illusion </div><div>of audience participation. </div><div>Our act tonight, on the left, </div><div>capitalism that's right, </div><div>on the right, </div><div>capitalism is it, </div><div>in the middle, </div><div>probably the best capitalism in the world. </div><div>Remember it's your choice, </div><div>your five seconds worth of action that counts. </div><div>I mean that most sincerely voters. </div><div>Sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. </div><div>The next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. </div><div>Well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression, </div><div>then I'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. </div><div>Never mind the ballots, </div><div>here's the rest of your life.</div><div><br />Mr. Heseltine drove away.<br />Two more appointments in the north today.<br />Helpless and powerless,<br />we join the queue for the metro bus,<br />and Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.<br />I'll never give support to you and your kind.<br />And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.<br />I'll never give support to you and your kind.</div><div>And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.<br />I'll never give support to you and your kind.</div><div>And Mr. Heseltine I've made up my mind.<br />I'll never give support to you and your kind.</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>"The Candidates Find Common Ground"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Full employment!</div><div>slave labour and schemes!"</div><div>"An unemployed workforce -</div><div>the capitalist's dream!"</div><div>("... But let's keep Britain working -</div><div>Either way we must keep Britain working...")</div><div><br /></div><div>Conventional weapons,</div><div>to kill people nicely!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"Nuclear weapons -</div><div>to keep the peace!"</div><div>("... But weapons, definately -</div><div>Either way we must defend ourselves...")</div><div><br /></div><div>"Nationalization;</div><div>with one big boss!",</div><div>"No - privatization,</div><div>with lots of little bosses!"</div><div>("... But someone in control, of course -</div><div>Either way there must be someone giving orders.")</div><div><br /></div><div>A toast to democracy.</div><div>The prison guard of this society</div><div>sides in the voting game.</div><div>Disappear into the same machine.</div><div><br /></div><div>A toast!</div><div>to U.S. bases and nuclear weapons.</div><div>To stopping pickets pulling down fences.</div><div>To British troops in Northern Ireland.</div><div>To the wonderful victory in the Falklands.</div><div>To the plastic bullet and the riot police.</div><div>To the U.D.M. and the T.U.C.</div><div>To isolating gays and to law and order.</div><div>To richer bosses and poorer workers.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>A toast to democracy.</div><div>The prison guard of this society</div><div>sides in the voting game.</div><div>Disappear into the same machine.</div><div>The same machine.</div><div><br /></div><div>A toast</div><div>to longer hours and less pay.</div><div>To the courts.</div><div>(For those who get in the way)</div><div>To the beating of people who step out of line.</div><div>To the use of troops to break a strike.</div><div>To the expulsion of extremists,</div><div>To political with-hunts.</div><div>To repatriation and to benefit cuts.</div><div>To peaceful settlements.</div><div>And No-strike agreements.</div><div>To authority, to power, to governments.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"To the annual rise on the M.P.'s wage.</div><div>To vested interests, to privilege.</div><div>To the party who wins the next election</div><div>by definition, a victory to capitalism.</div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>"... Here's the Rest of your Life"</div><div><br /></div><br />Why settle for what we're shown<br />When there is so much more?<br />Sometimes the Book of Law<br />Is only half the story.<br /><div><br />Means and ends:<br />Deciding where to draw the line.<br />Loss or work in Sellafield homes,<br />Or the threat of cancers yet to come?</div><div><br /></div><div>The choice seems obvious:<br />There is no choice,<br />only the option of looking outside,<br />this narrow definition of "What you see is all there will ever be".<br />There comes a time - </div><div>that time is now -<br />When every second, every day,<br />when every action, every thought,<br />Will tell the world how you cast your vote.</div><div><br />They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div>They break our legs,<br />and we say "Thank you" when they offer us crutches.</div><div><br />Tired of mild reform?<br />Sick of hand-me-downs?<br />We topple all the theories to the ground:</div><div><br />All real change<br />Must come from below.<br />Our bosses must live in fear<br />Of the factory-floor.</div><div><br />And when they smile<br />and they ask for my support,<br />I'll give them these words<br />And a bloody nose:</div><div><br />You don't help your enemy<br />When you're at war.</div><div><br />There are moments in all of our lives.<br />Tiny sparks still deep inside,<br />when a new-born baby cries,<br />when you're watching clouds in a summer sky.</div><div><br />The first time you walked out on strike,<br />love and sex and holding light,<br />things that can't be bought<br />by promises and votes.</div><div><br />I hate the things I love being criminalised.<br />I hate the straight-jacket schools I grew up in.<br />I hate M.P.s, judges and magistrates.<br />I hate being taught to base my life on TV stars.<br />I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats.<br />I hate wars, and all the people who love them.<br />I hate the idea of living on other people's backs.<br />I hate being filed, registered and classified.<br />I hate being watched and monitored.<br />I hate police.<br />I hate the way you talk down at me.<br />I hate being told what to do.<br />I hate you when you don't listen.<br />I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography.</div><div><br />I hate the pain we inflict on each other,<br />on animals, and on the Earth.</div><div><br />And I hate how love songs have become such cliches<br />through endless, shallow repetition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Each angry word.<br />Every cynical put-down.<br />Every song is carefully born<br />from a hope of something better to come.</div><div><br />All jumbled-up.<br />Love and hate and love.<br />Each prompted by the other:<br />For the cause of peace we have to go to war.</div><div><br />Refusing to sleep<br />Whilst there's a world to win,<br />yet happy to dream.<br />Dreams make the plans to change this world.</div><div><br />Not just some future heaven<br />but today and every day<br />in our place of work,<br />in the queue for the metro bus.</div><div><br />Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!<br />..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will run the factories and mills</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will educate ourselves.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will work the fields.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will police ourselves.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div><div><div>We can and will run the factories and mills</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will educate ourselves.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will work the fields.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div>We can and will police ourselves.</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div><div><div>..A tiny spark still deep inside.</div><div>Organize!<br />Here's the rest of our lives!</div></div></div></div><div>We can and will create and build.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Adversity"<br /><br /><br />Thirty years of the same old shit<br />Of music, money, hit after hit.<br />Smiles, lies, sales, walls,<br />that's thirty years of rock and roll.<br />They changed it's name once or twice,</div><div>dressed it different, upped the price..</div><div>Get rebellious with a company deal.<br />Business thrives where honesty fails.<br />Contracts? Con tricks!</div><div><br />Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts.<br />One eye on the bank account, one on the charts.<br />Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!</div><div>A bit more product to keep us quiet!<br /><br /><br />"Total Control"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Product sells, people die.</div>Same revolution, wrapped in lies.<br />In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roll,<br />the biggest prizes to the biggest fools.<br /><div><br />Ask the puppet-masters, "Who pull the strings?"<br />"Who makes the money when the puppets sing?"<br />Ask the corporations,<br />"Where does the money go?"<br />Ask the empty-bellied children,<br />"Tell me what are we singing for?"</div><div><br />Until we pull down the walls,<br />it'll stay the same,<br />until we find something new,<br />make it change.</div><div><br />I know there most be more<br />So what are we singing for?</div><div><br />These puppets, </div><div>underneath the skin, </div><div>have the same problems as you and me-</div><div>They want to be loved, </div><div>don't know where to begin. </div><div>Just a wall's width away, </div><div>but impossible to get close. </div><div>Offstage, with nothing to hide behind, </div><div>the puppets are running away. </div><div>And meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... </div><div>and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... </div><div>and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...</div><div><br />If our music makes you happy or content,<br />It has failed.<br />If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire,<br />It has failed.</div><div><br />The music's not a threat.<br />Action the music inspires can be a threat!</div><div>I know there must be more...<br /><br /><br />"Revolution"<br /><br /><br />"Imagine there's no heaven</div>It's easy if you try<br />No hell below us<br />Above us only sky<br />Imagine all the people<br />Living for today<br />Imagine there's no countries<br />It isn't hard to do<br />Nothing to kill or die fo..."<br /><br />A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet,<br />waits for his call to action.<br />Mute and obedient, standing to attention.<br />Look a little closer, the dog is a man<br />Working on the factory floor as hard as he can.<br />The trumpets is a loudspeaker,<br /><div>fixed into the roof.<br />The man can hear His Master's Voice<br />And it always tells the truth.<br />The man obeys his master, </div><div>and carries out his work,<br />and of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks.<br />You see, they have an understanding<br />And this is it:<br />The man stands under his master<br />Whilst his master has a shit.</div><br />There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat.<br />Never that cycle incomplete.<br />Never enough to tip the scales.<br />Too many people rotting in jails<br />or bloodied on the battlefields.<br /><div><br />The history books from every age<br />have the same words written on every page.<br />Always starting with 'Revolution',<br />and ending with 'Capitulation'.</div><div><br />Always silenced by the truncheon<br />or bought out with concessions.<br />Always repetition,</div><div><br />repetition,</div><div>repetition,<br /><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div></div><div><div>repetition.</div><div><br /></div></div><div>"I'm the boss of the factory.<br />I'm in charge of the U.K.C.<br />Shop floor workers run and fetch<br />as I sit around and smugly watch,<br />and the process makes me stinking rich'</div><div><br />We're all links in the factory chain,<br />and the chain grows longer day by day.<br />And whilst we're apart<br />The process won't stop.</div><div><br /></div><div>Repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition,</div><div>repetition.</div><div><br />But we're kept apart by philosophies<br />and moral stances and policies.<br />We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever<br />'Til we start to work </div><div><br /></div><div>together.</div><div>Together.</div><div>Together.</div><div>Together.</div><div>Together.</div><div>Together</div><div>Together.</div><div>Together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Together in the open or together in our little heaven?</div><div>Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?<br />Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?<br />Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?</div><div><br />Even though we disagree we share a common enemy<br />Our methods may not be the same<br />but together we can break the chain.<br />Different aims, different means, with common ground in between.<br />Don't sit back, it's time to act.</div><div>This life is ours, let's snatch it back</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though we disagree we share a common enemy<br />Our methods may not be the same<br />but together we can break the chain.<br />Different aims, different means, with common ground in between.<br />Don't sit back, it's time to act.</div><div>This life is ours, let's snatch it back</div><div><br />The time has come to make a choice.<br />Stop taking orders from His Master's Voice!</div><div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiRMTPw_dZHM00mAEUZETkJuoEsRgX7zXRQYoJxR9SG5OCm5VBiO8KJ96CJLBDXhg5SSks4_HLk8dIGR72uxt4G1S0wUoCXdXB5H6kUUZBJpzZotJ-zSzFApF7urU2H0UTS1Lux_uGwA/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAiRMTPw_dZHM00mAEUZETkJuoEsRgX7zXRQYoJxR9SG5OCm5VBiO8KJ96CJLBDXhg5SSks4_HLk8dIGR72uxt4G1S0wUoCXdXB5H6kUUZBJpzZotJ-zSzFApF7urU2H0UTS1Lux_uGwA/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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Trees</div><div>Revolution 1985 Agit Prop</div><div>Pictures of Starving Children Sell Records 1986 Agit Prop</div><div>Never mind The Ballots 1987 Agit Prop</div><div>(There is way too much material by this band, so I will only be uploading what I feel is their strongest material)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-80968056684597330462011-08-30T20:40:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.523-07:00Danbert Nobacon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLHJ2LGcivGTzGxlYJ2opb2gv-Xhr_5fAVsVNTf2OQ22xi0RLB-7axQ_AyUkuuG9Pm-eiRGlEKrANMTVdQdJHPO4ga8veBsh9IBfHgjGwkfwzoA-usnJiAQBx98CDFPSPvuOEEEkxf1Q/s1600/grgrgr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipLHJ2LGcivGTzGxlYJ2opb2gv-Xhr_5fAVsVNTf2OQ22xi0RLB-7axQ_AyUkuuG9Pm-eiRGlEKrANMTVdQdJHPO4ga8veBsh9IBfHgjGwkfwzoA-usnJiAQBx98CDFPSPvuOEEEkxf1Q/s640/grgrgr.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Slightly after Chimp Eats Banana, Dan began working on his acoustic solo career. He was a dangerously bold and knowledgeable individual who has become very notorious over the past years from committing atrocities which he has committed on and off stage. Born as Nigel Hunter in England on January 16th, 1962, but known to all by his nickname Danbert Nobacon, he grew up with his mom, dad and two brothers until he left home sometime during his early twenties. During his early life, Danbert went to all-boy schools, so he ended up not really 'knowing' too much about women until he reached his twenties, but he eventually lost his virginity at the age of twenty three. He was considered for having one of the most important political minds of the eighties and proved time and time again by uncovering the truth behind our leaders that he actually had something to say.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetTSkfEZAawbaARm97Sd3IdYYzF1NBTC21IRcsQC6lNVfXGEnpqCl6mUva9Hv3_AEwTNTYS_IwUAHFHEzt6as3HVgwseE4ZOpQWEMNg6-yp9MQLhQ1KPmucn7A0uQRCeTKCmNdEviolw/s1600/R-1996233-1258214372.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetTSkfEZAawbaARm97Sd3IdYYzF1NBTC21IRcsQC6lNVfXGEnpqCl6mUva9Hv3_AEwTNTYS_IwUAHFHEzt6as3HVgwseE4ZOpQWEMNg6-yp9MQLhQ1KPmucn7A0uQRCeTKCmNdEviolw/s640/R-1996233-1258214372.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> During February of 1985, Danbert recorded his 'The Unfairy Tale' record and released it on the Sky and Trees label. During his early gigs, he was known for exposing himself to his audiences, and he would often describe himself as a transvestite. During several gigs, he would often be seen wearing a nun's habit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZE8MRrKzCBRbLTyHrbZ7iVvzpPcD-tKDJ8lEHj0bcNd2uBcZsC19vMRAFy2xKSIZolvbWkizVpCHwi7yHoq2_LZI48eByZ0tWQMFtnPVagvs9P62mWrLO19zuB8HppMfopOf0hvpkEvc/s1600/71519_151574121552207_100000988601551_256153_295234_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZE8MRrKzCBRbLTyHrbZ7iVvzpPcD-tKDJ8lEHj0bcNd2uBcZsC19vMRAFy2xKSIZolvbWkizVpCHwi7yHoq2_LZI48eByZ0tWQMFtnPVagvs9P62mWrLO19zuB8HppMfopOf0hvpkEvc/s640/71519_151574121552207_100000988601551_256153_295234_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Not too long ago during the 1998 BRIT awards, he gained notoriety for dumping ice water on U.K. deputy prime minister John Prescott while shouting 'This is for the Liverpool Dockers!' while at the same time, his band that was playing on stage shouted out 'New labor sold out the dockers, just like they'll sell out the rest of us!'(they changed one line in the song they were playing to say that instead).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qdmRcc_S28R414QeONsm27TQMSyokM2Z1Bp03WAcj0ruw83v2ah2MdvbaNNXgeZEnBDyTxRhTqaDnqkunmSw5Za683MXTP4cHYO4D3561SQYfhSaFk0PW35dKepX-UBXdJydrMgLah0/s1600/R-1519010-1286405084.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qdmRcc_S28R414QeONsm27TQMSyokM2Z1Bp03WAcj0ruw83v2ah2MdvbaNNXgeZEnBDyTxRhTqaDnqkunmSw5Za683MXTP4cHYO4D3561SQYfhSaFk0PW35dKepX-UBXdJydrMgLah0/s640/R-1519010-1286405084.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1987, Danbert released 'Bigger than Jesus' on Mind Matter Records, followed by 'Why are we still in Ireland' in 1989 on Rugger Bugger Discs. 'Bigger than Jesus' was sold inside brown bags in stores because he decided to use a photograph of his penis for the cover. Next, a notable gig was played in Scunthrope during 1989 which features a personal song called 'A Sort of Love Song' and an amazing version of 'A Million Wat Tylers'. Danbert eventually became the comedian 'Frank Nobacon' for a short while, and currently still continues to release music such as 'The Library Book of the World' on Bloodshot Records in 2007, and 'Woebegone' on Verbal Burlesque in 2010. Nobacon has been referred to as 'the punk rock king' in fanzines, and will best be remembered for being the lead vocalist of Chumbawamba.<br /> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEWPCoJ51pCzvXyNuvpE4VrzF4LJ60i-tlBRvYSsfy42mMCR6aatPCn9F9QafnQwPCFvk2Ghwzpm6LsprsrW0AgtmjAoaXjVCGQg389KpqhXGY-4eYC1Imp5uuY9s5jjBH_OsYXHrMfY/s1600/A-254713-1134482143.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEWPCoJ51pCzvXyNuvpE4VrzF4LJ60i-tlBRvYSsfy42mMCR6aatPCn9F9QafnQwPCFvk2Ghwzpm6LsprsrW0AgtmjAoaXjVCGQg389KpqhXGY-4eYC1Imp5uuY9s5jjBH_OsYXHrMfY/s640/A-254713-1134482143.jpeg" width="598" /></a></div><br /><br />"Why are we Still in Ireland?<br /><br /><br />Our settlers calling<br /><div>our kingdom great.<br />Our banners raised on high.<br />Baptized with the tide of history<br />that won’t lie down and die.<br />Words from our own good book </div><div>to help us get by.</div><div><br />The sacrifice of our daily bread<br />The hallowed be our domain.<br />For ever and ever </div><div>the powers use their glory<br />to chain our minds again.</div><div>Our lads growing into </div><div>our men.</div><div><br /><div>The unicorn stands triumphant<br />But if we look a little closer </div><div>it’s chained like a slave.<br />The lion </div><div>was crowned king of this land that </div><div>it’s only ever seen from behind </div><div>bars in a cage.<br />This history of the winning side </div><div>written on every page.</div></div><div><br />It’s not as simple as being mislead, </div><div>as us not wanting to see,<br />that most of us are born losers </div><div>in the great society.<br />Fed on a diet </div><div>of how grand things used to be.</div><div><br />An empire, </div><div>two world wars, </div><div>and Wimbly ’66.<br />But a Gordon Banks save </div><div>couldn’t save our ship<br />We were sinking like a brick<br />till we were washed ashore in the South Atlantic.</div><div><br /><div>The unicorn stands triumphant<br />But if we look a little closer </div><div>it’s chained like a slave.<br />The lion </div><div>was crowned king of this land that </div><div>it’s only ever seen from behind </div><div>bars in a cage.<br />This history of the winning side </div><div>written on every page.</div></div><div><br />And how can we as a people </div><div>be so blind<br />to taking so much </div><div>but to close our minds.<br />To be so afraid of stepping over the line.<br />To bury our heads in </div><div>the sands of time.<br />To champion those </div><div>who take our everything,<br />and pretend </div><div>that none of this is happening.<br />To turn away and stop wondering </div><div>how things could be any different.</div><div><br />Living in the hope </div><div>of a promise of a land </div><div>fit for heroes’ needs.<br />With the reason that if </div><div>we got sod all<br />then at least we’re white </div><div>and free.<br />Hiding behind </div><div>hand-me-down bigotry.<br />A nation of jurors </div><div>judging others </div><div>by the color of a book.<br />That was written for us </div><div>on our behalf.<br />‘Cause we can’t be bothered to look<br />beyond the headlines written </div><div>verbatim by government crooks.</div><div><br />And tell me when is a lie not a lie?<br />When it’s told by someone </div><div>who owns the truth.<br />And when is a joke </div><div>not a joke?<br />When the punchline is </div><div>the Union Jackboot.<br />When is a war </div><div>not a war?<br />When those who started it </div><div>know it can’t be won,<br />and when is a country </div><div>not a country?<br />When it’s partitioned </div><div>and ruled by British guns.</div><div><br />England, </div><div>oh England, </div><div>I’ll never sing your praise<br />For all the blood you shed </div><div>in long-gone days.<br />You still can’t put your mind </div><div>to changing your ways.</div><div><br />And while Britain’s first </div><div>and virtually its last<br />remaining colony </div><div>is fighting </div><div>with its very life<br />to bring this monster </div><div>to its knees.<br />We can’t see the wood </div><div>through the trees </div><div>who the monster is.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>And how can we as a people </div><div>be so blind<br />to taking so much </div><div>but to close our minds.<br />To be so afraid of stepping over the line.<br />To bury our heads in </div><div>the sands of time.<br />To champion those </div><div>who take our everything,<br />and pretend </div><div>that none of this is happening.<br />To turn away and stop wondering </div><div>how things could be any different.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The unicorn stands triumphant<br />But if we look a little closer </div><div>it’s chained like a slave.<br />The lion </div><div>was crowned king of this land that </div><div>it’s only ever seen from behind </div><div>bars in a cage.<br />This history of the winning side </div><div>written on every page.</div><div><br /></div>Do we stand against the tide </div><div>or still pretend we’re the master race?<br />Do we stand against the tide </div><div>or still pretend we’re the master race?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Birningham Six"</div><br /><br />Birmingham,<br /><div>1974, </div><div>there occurred a </div><div>bloody murder.<br />Twenty-one people killed by bombs, </div><div>Britain reeled in horror.<br />Within three hours </div><div>the British State </div><div>found the first available scapegoats–<br />Five Irish men </div><div>bound for Belfast, </div><div>about to board the boat.</div><div><br />And this is their story, </div><div>very sad, but true.<br />Of how six men were falsely imprisoned </div><div>for something they didn’t do.<br />And if any should say, “British justice </div><div>is the very best in the world”<br />tell them, </div><div>“Well of course it is, </div><div>for the vested interests it serves”</div><div><br />The men were taken to Morkham </div><div>to be tested for explosives.<br />Tests which have since proved ambiguous </div><div>but were at the time held as conclusive.<br />One scientists’ word was sufficient </div><div>to condemn the Irish men.<br />Like vultures </div><div>the police moved in </div><div>to begin interrogations.</div><div><br />In the circumstances </div><div>how well do you think the men’s rights </div><div>were observed?<br />The cops thought they had the bombers; </div><div>do you think they kept </div><div>their judgement reserved?<br />Does ‘innocent till proven guilty’ </div><div>have any meaning at all?<br />When you’re alone in a police house surrounded by cops </div><div>being kicked around like a ball.</div><div><br />In a dark windowless room </div><div>half a dozen detectives were waiting.<br />Billy Power was thrown in, </div><div>the serious questions about to begin.<br />He was kicked </div><div>and hit </div><div>and punched from all sides, </div><div>spread-eagled against the wall.<br />They kicked him </div><div>and hit him again, </div><div>a voice from the dark said, </div><div>“Stretch his balls”.</div><div><br />Soon after, poor Billy surrendered, </div><div>screamed, </div><div>“I’ll tell you anything you want me to say”<br />Sat in his own excretia, </div><div>he could hardly speak he remained in a daze,<br />whilst cops compiled his statement </div><div>of how he planted the bombs.<br />They threatened him </div><div>with the treatment again </div><div>so Billy signed a confession.</div><div><br />Thursday night </div><div>became Friday night, </div><div>the five men were took back to Birmingham.<br />The threats and the violence continued–</div><div>a taste of what was to come.<br />Deprived of food and sleep, </div><div>all part of procedure to break the men.<br />Johnny Walker </div><div>blacked out twice; </div><div>they untied his hands while he signed his confession.</div><div><br />And Richard McIlkenny </div><div>was threatened </div><div>with a gun<br />The cop said it was OK to shoot him, </div><div>that the home officer’d given permission<br />The cop asked him </div><div>if he was going to sign, </div><div>put the gun against his head.<br />Playing Russian roulette with a blank; </div><div>when he banged </div><div>McIlkenny thought he was dead.<br />Hugh Callaghan, </div><div>a sixth man, </div><div>was picked up in Berm and tortured<br />He, too, hadn’t done it </div><div>but they made him sign a confession </div><div>to mass murder.<br />Six men kept in isolation </div><div>no contact with each other<br />And it weren’t until </div><div>Monday morning </div><div>that they each got a duty solicitor<br />Still separate each unbuttoned his shirt to show how he’d been beaten up<br />The solicitors, </div><div>filling in legal aid forms, </div><div>said there wasn’t time </div><div>and refused to look<br />The only obvious injury, </div><div>Johnny Walker’s black eye in court that day<br />When he tried to unbotton his shirt </div><div>all the majistrates said, </div><div>“Let’s take him away”</div><div><br />Leland workers staged a walkout, </div><div>their banners read </div><div>“Hang the IRA”<br />The labor government </div><div>empowered at the time </div><div>rushed through the PTA<br />In their war on the Irish people </div><div>the British wanted vengeance.<br />Despite glaring omissions in the so-called confessions </div><div>the six men hadn’t a chance.</div><div><br />The judge dismissed their claims, </div><div>said it would’ve meant there’d been a conspiracy.<br />Between fifteen officers from two different forces, </div><div>as if it was an impossibility.<br />The police in fact became heroes, </div><div>got their promotion and victory medals.<br />The six men got life imprisonment </div><div>and fifteen years on they’re still in jail.</div><div><br />The men protested their innocence </div><div>but it fell mainly on deaf ears.<br />They wanted to bring </div><div>the policemen to trial, </div><div>the appeal took </div><div>seven years.<br />Lord Denning dismissed their case out of hand, saying “These actions cannot go on”</div><div>What he really meant </div><div>was the State machine </div><div>could never admit it’s done wrong.</div><div><br />Another six years, </div><div>another appeal, </div><div>another set of judiciary.<br />To uphold the original convictions </div><div>as safe and satisfactory.<br />For if it ever gets out that the State judges wrong, </div><div>well </div><div>what would people say?<br />We’d say, </div><div>“We know who are real enemies are now”, </div><div>and we’d form our own IRA</div><div><br />Oh, let me tell a story, </div><div>very sad, but true<br />of how six men were falsely imprisoned </div><div>for something they didn’t do.<br />And if any should say, “British justice </div><div>is the very best in the world”.<br />Tell them, </div><div>“Well of course it is, </div><div>for the vested interests it serves”.</div><div><br />For as long as we remain ignorant </div><div>they’ll fight their war against Ireland.<br />For as long as we remain silent </div><div>they’ll imprison any they want.<br />For as long as we keep our eyes shut </div><div>they’ll continue </div><div>to contain us.<br />For as long as we remain passive </div><div>they’ll trample us into the dust.</div><div><br />Hugh Callaghan, </div><div><br /></div><div>Patrick Hill, </div><div><br /></div><div>Richard McIlkenny, </div><div><br /></div><div>Johnny Walker, </div><div><br /></div><div>Gerry Hunter, </div><div><br /></div><div>and Billy Power</div><div><br />Still fighting </div><div>for their freedom </div><div>fifteen long years on.<br />Their spirits </div><div>shall remain </div><div>when our State is dead.<br />When our State is dead.<br />When our State is dead </div><div>and gone.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Soon to come downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div><br />The Unfairy Tale 1985 Sky & Trees</div><div>Bigger Than Jesus 1987 Mind Matter Records<br />Why are we Still in Ireland? 1989 Rugger Bugger discs</div><div>Live in Scunthrope 1989</div><div>(There are various demo's and newer material out there, but I'll stop here)<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-53686564092863345492011-08-30T11:55:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.581-07:00Chimp Eats Banana<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZHjwXpjYdGq5rkwmj0-OBBkEzb_gjSME8fPx-MEKn0Gm2alovXLwe2gfOcfH4nn0gh8AN4iWMhiIVxd4zOGpSoIY1I3VJQQvawNiPgMamPgZcFvFu4dgooNdHt6oYK5aKAneWkIgjJE/s1600/6456456564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZHjwXpjYdGq5rkwmj0-OBBkEzb_gjSME8fPx-MEKn0Gm2alovXLwe2gfOcfH4nn0gh8AN4iWMhiIVxd4zOGpSoIY1I3VJQQvawNiPgMamPgZcFvFu4dgooNdHt6oYK5aKAneWkIgjJE/s640/6456456564.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div> The bizarre Chimp Eats Banana from Burnley started sometime around the late seventies by accident. The band's name was actually used as a joke that they wrote down on a list for bands at a musicians collective, but when they called them back for a gig, they got surprised and decided to actually start the band. the name came from Midge's hair, which looked like a bunch of bananas. Overtime, the band went through several members such as Midge, Dan, Khany, Pete, Tomi, Gilly and Allan Whalley. The main members of the band became Dan, Allan and Midge and they played nothing but local gigs compromising of comedic, folkish punk tunes.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQ6aE76DyfVtj9Meu_jq18MT6qAAM6XssJEvJ4M7AeuppF9NAlaEF7g-31wFJj3GJSev0d_XsHbLqc6Mq9jjJGYSt_Rt5zI30nTr5oT9dsmqfn1ePdIyqVXXaxh31kEoVO77VtAiyDGk/s1600/grgg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQ6aE76DyfVtj9Meu_jq18MT6qAAM6XssJEvJ4M7AeuppF9NAlaEF7g-31wFJj3GJSev0d_XsHbLqc6Mq9jjJGYSt_Rt5zI30nTr5oT9dsmqfn1ePdIyqVXXaxh31kEoVO77VtAiyDGk/s640/grgg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1980, the band went into a studio to record their one and only demo. Several other much more personal tapes were recorded, but never released. Soon after, the band dissolved sometime around 1981. Next, Dan, Allan, and Midge joined with several other bands including the Passion Killers to form Chumbawamba.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCQ1i-s7Fu59dUWXxxm5USkA7AAdrj4-_iDvwziJS7EWSatdlzPVx9DoJboNrAdfaFnN8COITvZqzZWckFm_n-6DDPjflHymUfGrT_nzhTUtx8k7zkN7lH7JtYNkSWO-vZA0CyebQNY0/s1600/56767676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCQ1i-s7Fu59dUWXxxm5USkA7AAdrj4-_iDvwziJS7EWSatdlzPVx9DoJboNrAdfaFnN8COITvZqzZWckFm_n-6DDPjflHymUfGrT_nzhTUtx8k7zkN7lH7JtYNkSWO-vZA0CyebQNY0/s640/56767676.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />It would be kind of childish to put down their lyrics. However, if I knew them I still would. The only song that actually seems to talk about something important is the one about the gunpowder plot.<br /><br /><br />Soon to come downloads:<br /><br />Demo 1980<br />http://www.box.net/shared/ulubjhyjgty9jqxvrrg0</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-91506687903626795422011-08-28T12:47:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.638-07:00Passion Killers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsELmik2drHAkd5RJ9VpkNzMG73SJctzcmU5zHMJt48-8FfuRtdjb7rPWlIWw5UKH4lvX1_0wYx2-iH95e1ZHKiMwNSBwycznkKd9rIuGNwpDLkDUhCRQaxIpeJHUIMrL_aKWUA35SPk/s1600/15133_203948460490_583355490_4454793_1357856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsELmik2drHAkd5RJ9VpkNzMG73SJctzcmU5zHMJt48-8FfuRtdjb7rPWlIWw5UKH4lvX1_0wYx2-iH95e1ZHKiMwNSBwycznkKd9rIuGNwpDLkDUhCRQaxIpeJHUIMrL_aKWUA35SPk/s640/15133_203948460490_583355490_4454793_1357856_n.jpg" width="434" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Passion Killers formed sometime during 1978 while they were all around the age of eleven, as a response to the exploding punk scene from the first wave of bands. The line-up isn't clearly explained anywhere, but leads to Allan Whalley on bass, Daz(Harry Hamer) on drums and vocals and Dave(Mavis Dillan) on guitar and vocals. They squatted in an old Victorian house, and lived with six other people. Drugs were not accepted by them, and thought of as a way for the weak who cannot face their problems to escape into a dream world. In 1982, the band was featured in Crass's 'Bullshit Detector 2' album with the track 'Start Again'.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHylENq6mQs2_U19XPZDwhqbrbzsmkP7Escq2bOxJw3gYLLM871R_oBrmPgnBuC9oW_JOyjhP05AP7U8UFB_4HNHQqMdCHTQIUGfyzdhp1jAHeVeKhN5Hyq4-QX0-pHWLFLtO447fSpgw/s1600/564564564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHylENq6mQs2_U19XPZDwhqbrbzsmkP7Escq2bOxJw3gYLLM871R_oBrmPgnBuC9oW_JOyjhP05AP7U8UFB_4HNHQqMdCHTQIUGfyzdhp1jAHeVeKhN5Hyq4-QX0-pHWLFLtO447fSpgw/s640/564564564.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /> On September 20th, 1983, they released their "Be Happy Despite it All" split demo tape, which was recorded at the Lion Studios in Leeds, and released on the Sky and Trees label. It went on to become their most popular release. All the tracks were recorded on Jimmy Echo's mixer during 5/5/83 in Daz's dad's house, except for 'Why' which was recorded by Daz and Dave in 1982. After their appearance on the Crass album, they responded to a letter sent from a band of like-minded individuals which led to a combination of bands that ultimately formed Chumbawamba. However, the Passion Killers did return briefly in 1991 to release the 'Whoopee !! We're all going to Die' 7" on Rugger Bugger Discs, which was a response to the first Gulf War.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8unF0F7QKWkT3tdA30CM2XQ-PPRuFnXui-nTsNErUmfSGAGVem5Y6PxBK8Df5CGFoA716Tn0-jZn0J4_1eqf2jXfXv0rfh5Dcb_ggUKGnh6hZKs-ggUSQMciC0D-z_8OpeU-reibIQk/s1600/fsefsefsefs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8unF0F7QKWkT3tdA30CM2XQ-PPRuFnXui-nTsNErUmfSGAGVem5Y6PxBK8Df5CGFoA716Tn0-jZn0J4_1eqf2jXfXv0rfh5Dcb_ggUKGnh6hZKs-ggUSQMciC0D-z_8OpeU-reibIQk/s640/fsefsefsefs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />"Stand Together as One"<br /><br /><br />What we must now do is all stand together as one<br />to show that we're strong.<br />We must now realize that what they are doing is wrong,<br />it is all wrong<br />and still goes on,<br />on and on.<br /><br />Governments, Governments, what have the governments done?<br />What have they done?<br />Systems society, built on anxiety strong,<br />it is all wrong,<br />still it goes on,<br />on and on.<br /><br /><br />What we must now do is all stand together as one<br />to show that we're strong.<br />We must now realize that what they are doing is wrong,<br />it is all wrong<br />and still goes on,<br />on and on.<br /><br />Governments, Governments, what have the governments done?<br />What have they done?<br />Systems society, built on anxiety strong,<br />it is all wrong,<br />still it goes on,<br />on and on.<br /><br /><br /><br />"The Fighting Carries On"<br /><br /><br />Another child is born<br />can he hold a gun?<br />Will he watch T.V.?<br />Grow up to love his country?<br /><br />Another child is born.<br />Just another pawn.<br />Will he live for greed?<br />Live for their needs?<br /><br />Will he want to fight?<br />Will he think it's right?<br />It's just been on T.V.<br />How it's happening in the street.<br /><br />Will he be so scared<br />to see violence everywhere?<br />Just go up to bed<br />as the fighting carries on.<br /><br />Will he question why<br />or will he just pass by?<br />Just go up to bed<br />as the fighting carries on?<br /><br />Will he question why?<br />Or will he just pass by?<br />Will he want to know<br />or will he want to go?<br />Experience of hate<br />now he just can't wait.<br />Another war is won<br />another war is born.<br /><br />Will he question why<br />or will he just pass by?<br />Just go up to bed<br />as the fighting carries on?<br /><br /><br />"What's inside?"<br /><br />Inside every mind there's always something.<br />Something trying to get out.<br />Something trying to get out.<br />And inside every person there's always something<br />different from yours,<br />different from mine,<br />different all the time.<br /><br />But it's stuck there,<br />bondaged<br />tied without escape,<br />but it's fulling,<br />to break free,<br />hot it wants to break,<br />how it wants to break.<br /><br />Inside every mind there's thoughts of freedom.<br />Wanting what is right.<br />Wanting what is right.<br />And Inside every mind There's dreams of freedom<br />different from yours<br />different from mine.<br /><br /><br />But it's stuck there,<br />bondaged<br />tied without escape,<br />but it's fulling,<br />to break free,<br />hot it wants to break,<br />how it wants to break.<br /><br /><br />Inside every mind there's always<br />something trying to get out.<br />Something trying to get out.<br />Inside every mind there's always something.<br />Something trying to get out.<br />something trying to get out.<br />Something trying to get out.<br /><br /><br />"I Wont Fight your Wars"<br /><br /><br />Just because I'm on the dole<br />doesn't mean I have to fight.<br />Just because I've got no job<br />doesn't mean that it's alright,<br />oh no.<br /><br />Doesn't mean that it's alright,<br />oh no.<br /><br />Just because you make your mouth<br />and get your country in a war<br />doesn't mean I have to pay<br />by ending up dead on the floor.<br />I wont fight you wars for you.<br />That's just something I wont do.<br />I won't fight your wars for you.<br />I wont fight your wars for you.<br />Not you.<br /><br />If you try to make me kill,<br />how about you being let down.<br />I will look you in the face<br />and smash your gun onto the ground.<br /><br /><br />I won't fight your wars for you.<br />that's just something I wont do.<br />I wont fight your wars for you.<br />I wont fight those wars for you,<br />Not you.<br /><br /><br />I'm not going to die for you.<br />I don't want to end that way,<br />getting shot and getting killed,<br />never to see another day.<br /><br /><br />I won't fight your wars for you.<br />that's just something I wont do.<br />I wont fight your wars for you.<br />Not you.<br /><br /><br />"Why?"<br /><br /><br />There's a pain in my eyes<br />from the flame in the skies,<br />and the trees are charred are bare.<br />I lay on the ground,<br />ashes all around.<br />Does anyone out there care<br />why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br /><br />The button was pressed<br />and I should have guessed<br />that we didn't have long to go.<br />The end was near.<br />People ran in fear.<br />Why does this have to be so?<br /><br />Did it have to end like this?<br />Did man have to take this path?<br />You say you had to go give it a kiss.<br />We've to survive this aftermath.<br /><br />Why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br /><br />Thousands are dead.<br />The screams sound in my head.<br />I'm so lucky I'll alive,<br />but it''s not as I said,<br />all the lucky are dead.<br />I look round and ask myself why?<br /><br />Did it have to end like this?<br />Did man have to take this course?<br />You say you had to go give it a kiss.<br />You did it just to show your force.<br /><br />Why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br />Why?<br /><br />I lay in the ash<br />thinking of the fact<br />of how things could have been.<br />I began to cry<br />knowing soon I would die.<br />If only they could have seen.<br /><br /><br />Did it have to end like this?<br />Did man have to take this course?<br />You say you had to go give it a kiss.<br />You did it just to show your force.<br /><br />We've to survive this aftermath.<br /><br /><br />Did it have to end like this?<br />Did man have to take this course?<br />You say you had to go give it a kiss.<br />You did it just to show your force.<br /><br /><br />Who's life is it Anyway?<br /><br /><br />Born into the system<br />that holds us back with chains.<br />But you won't stop to realize<br />and change your evil ways.<br />You will fill us up with crap.<br />The T.V.'s on again.<br />Brainwash all the people.<br />Driving them insane.<br />You call this a free country,<br />but free to what extent.<br />Free some more than others<br />is what it really meant.<br />The rich get even richer.<br />Take advantage of the poor.<br />We'll have to get together.<br />It's the only cure we want a better life.<br /><br />A better life for us.<br />Free from government policies<br />and all that capitalist stuff.<br />So Thatcher just you listen,<br />and you just listen clear.<br />It's our life and we'll live it<br />and that is why we are here.<br /><br />Whose life is it anyways?<br />If tomorrow is mine I'll take today.<br />Mess it up but you couldn't care<br />because come tomorrow,<br />and you'll still be there.<br />Whose life is it anyways?<br /><br /><br />"Start Again"<br /><br /><br />Nuclear forces out of control<br />let's start again, let's start again.<br />All buried down an A-bomb hole.<br />Let's start again, let's start again.<br /><br />Let's start,<br />let's start,<br />let's start all over again.<br />Let's start,<br /> let's start,<br />let's start again.<br /><br />Radiation,<br />deadly ray,<br />let's start again,<br />let's start again.<br />Stay in your homes out of the way,<br />let's start again,<br />let's start again.<br /><br /><br />Let's start,<br />let's start,<br />let's start all over again.<br />Let's start,<br /> let's start,<br />let's start again.<br /><br /><br />Nuclear forces out of control,<br />let's start again,<br />let's start again.<br />Nothing left not a single soul,<br />let's start again,<br />let's start again.<br /><br /><br />Let's start,<br />let's start,<br />let's start all over again.<br />Let's start,<br /> let's start,<br />let's start again.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Judging by the Headlines"<br /><br /><br />The war becomes glorious<br />when the papers move in.<br />Judging by the headlines<br />there's no doubt who will win.<br />It's good luck to out lads<br />we have faith in them.<br />May god be with you<br />and let the enemy be condemned.<br /><br />The minds of the people<br />of proper-gander and lies<br />as they wait for the bulletin<br />cannot hear the soldier's cries.<br />The pain so far away<br />it is easily ignored.<br />To see the death in color<br />they wish they could afford.<br /><br />It's just blind acceptance.<br />They didn't think.<br />they didn't look<br />and see the link.<br />Did you stop?<br />Did you think?<br />Did you look and see the link?<br />Did you look<br />and see the link?<br /><br />A human life<br />becomes just another figure.<br />Just to show how many<br />are quick on the trigger.<br />They thrive on the deaths.<br />Fifteen dead reads the headline,<br />while eighteen million starving<br />is accepted as fine.<br /><br /><br />It's just blind acceptance.<br />They didn't think.<br />they didn't look<br />and see the link.<br />Did you stop?<br />Did you think?<br />Did you look and see the link?<br />Did you look<br />and see the link?<br /><br /><br />The government that deals in<br />lies and corruption<br />spend millions<br />trying to perfect destruction,<br />and we just accept<br />and push to the side<br />the thought of a thousand people that died.<br /><br /><br />It's just blind acceptance.<br />They didn't think.<br />they didn't look<br />and see the link.<br />Did you stop?<br />Did you think?<br />Did you look and see the link?<br />Did you look<br />and see the link?<br /><br /><br />It's just blind acceptance.<br />They didn't think.<br />they didn't look<br />and see the link.<br />Did you stop?<br />Did you think?<br />Did you look and see the link?<br />Did you look<br />and see the link?<br /><br /><br />Soon to come downloads:<br /><br />'Start Again' from Bullshit Detector 2 1982 Crass Records<br />Be Happy Despite it all Sky & Trees plus Demo tracks from Lion Studios, Leeds, September 20th, 1983<br />Live in Doncaster Novermber 19th, 1983<br />'I Won't Fight your Wars' from an unknown demo tape 198XAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-80952624928730353742011-08-25T14:10:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.695-07:00Thatcher on Acid<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RKTsoxouPWv2-p-yk2Lcn37sTSzso6RM1r4cehNWqnFEO39WY-5lKqarIbvukaYJ9WM3KZ4RXU9UJ7wNtTx2vFftGC4OudDmJtCrRiDSqqKiODI3MRMzq33xEkTvJaeAfbJgXP2w7-k/s1600/j77j7j7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RKTsoxouPWv2-p-yk2Lcn37sTSzso6RM1r4cehNWqnFEO39WY-5lKqarIbvukaYJ9WM3KZ4RXU9UJ7wNtTx2vFftGC4OudDmJtCrRiDSqqKiODI3MRMzq33xEkTvJaeAfbJgXP2w7-k/s640/j77j7j7.jpg" width="587" /></a></div><br /> Thatcher on Acid was born in Somerset sometime during 1983, and sounded similar to The Mob, Omega Tribe, Blyth Power and Chumbawamba. For the most part, the band formed so they could see what kind of reaction they could get from their band name, and to ruin gigs by playing as long as they could before getting kicked off stage. The first line-up for Thatcher On Acid was Ben Corrigan on guitar and vocals and Martin Hosken on drums, and they were later joined by Simon 'Spike' Hughes on bass to play a show at Wincanton racecourse. Spike left right after and was replaced by Matt Cornish. Their early influences included lots of '76/'79 punk, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd, Gong, The Mob and Zounds(not to mention their L.S.D. consumption which influenced their early lyrics). They played their first official gig in Shepton Mallet, Somerset, during September of 1983.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnynpuAd14-khND2QK4KwZYomuqHWaPjYfK6rLBKDgphV4PwYO7yjmnpgbd7S9KxTz1YXUD3pQjOqWG9aGyanWOoqGpjI9KG0TlEAM64es3Lr5MoZoC5f8AFLrMiCvTcWHSkBbobrpQ9s/s1600/nhnhnhnhnh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnynpuAd14-khND2QK4KwZYomuqHWaPjYfK6rLBKDgphV4PwYO7yjmnpgbd7S9KxTz1YXUD3pQjOqWG9aGyanWOoqGpjI9KG0TlEAM64es3Lr5MoZoC5f8AFLrMiCvTcWHSkBbobrpQ9s/s640/nhnhnhnhnh.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> During April of 1984, they recorded their first demo, and followed by recording another batch of songs at Brixton's Cold Storage studio that were held in hopes of being released on record. They managed to get a hold of Rob Challice from Faction who at the time had had All the Madmen passed down to him, and he agreed to release it without a contract or anything which made it easy for the band. The result was 'The Moondance' E.P. which was released in 1986. The band enjoyed the cover, but sort of disliked the music for being too flat.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0S2B4kZO67DBF5IKDso1_UXOSgCWgQJss7-ah18IbgkhzeKLSamvXLbBnW3Obal6b-lz6CAAfrM2kMh7-0h0judMXXRCEniPLq23FGTz2HtE6gSyBqn2JKCovqvgNy1I3q45iYU212o/s1600/Curdled+cover.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0S2B4kZO67DBF5IKDso1_UXOSgCWgQJss7-ah18IbgkhzeKLSamvXLbBnW3Obal6b-lz6CAAfrM2kMh7-0h0judMXXRCEniPLq23FGTz2HtE6gSyBqn2JKCovqvgNy1I3q45iYU212o/s640/Curdled+cover.jpeg" width="630" /></a></div><br /> In 1987, Thatcher on Acid returned to the same studio to which had been upgraded to a 24-track by then to record their debut album titled 'Curdled' that same year, once again on All the Madmen. However, their drummer Martin left soon after and was replaced by Andi Tuck. Fortunately, the band managed to open the 'Gathering of the 5000' show at Brixton Academy with Conflict before it got released, which greatly boosted their profile. The band managed to get the big through Rob Challice who had connections with Colin Jerwood from Conflict.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg9GelGEgfyUVMqOJaePjBB8j2Q2cxGOOAcw6t5lv1BLDPcQI0OsMGmP2qXlPoc7ms-uLl05HZTxsQQLOYwjifnhojhqk8apN9etXlSB1C2rRHgzxkTV57MO5cGQuAgw6us2X_3WoDoM/s1600/3452454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg9GelGEgfyUVMqOJaePjBB8j2Q2cxGOOAcw6t5lv1BLDPcQI0OsMGmP2qXlPoc7ms-uLl05HZTxsQQLOYwjifnhojhqk8apN9etXlSB1C2rRHgzxkTV57MO5cGQuAgw6us2X_3WoDoM/s640/3452454.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1988, Thatcher on Acid released their live 'Garlic' album on Rugger Bugger. The band then packed up and played several European tours to promote it. It is noted that the band was a big fan of football, and played several games with many other anarchist punk bands. If you read their booklets, you'll notice their end game scores where they managed to beat other bands such as Political Asylum and Chumbawamba.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gYyf04gYGYX0RD-4ihTNwa3TnmBuMo0M3BIL55kZzJBMMbh3NhkLsom3_mdP-aIEDdHpk3TfgJBzbtFq_Mvkqt7o9CkC-pD1Y7etI1q0A179_fIzIHRud3g2sWt8EPhtQtXSF_FHZNY/s1600/R-1250344-1203776991.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="638" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gYyf04gYGYX0RD-4ihTNwa3TnmBuMo0M3BIL55kZzJBMMbh3NhkLsom3_mdP-aIEDdHpk3TfgJBzbtFq_Mvkqt7o9CkC-pD1Y7etI1q0A179_fIzIHRud3g2sWt8EPhtQtXSF_FHZNY/s640/R-1250344-1203776991.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Their next album is called 'The Illusion of Being Together' and was released in 1990 on Ian Armstrong's Meantime Records. By that time, their bassist Matt was briefly replaced by their old drummer Martin. It was recorded at the Yeovil Icehouse, and questioned the hypocrites that were ruining their current punk scene. The album was actually one long song that was cut into three parts. Most of the music was even improvised on the spot.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTT1aVJ3rDqawr5YA5Wo2Dt0kS8fkLV9YV59AtPs3-iOpz3sZiVffRhjkkPOu9fzZv7FcgxBTFh_elL-wmn1H2oJfLhyphenhyphenKmIt3HfPoHufWTrbqm9QKRGnHFZVdxdUSWtrfQBTxl6MNv8ok/s1600/35633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTT1aVJ3rDqawr5YA5Wo2Dt0kS8fkLV9YV59AtPs3-iOpz3sZiVffRhjkkPOu9fzZv7FcgxBTFh_elL-wmn1H2oJfLhyphenhyphenKmIt3HfPoHufWTrbqm9QKRGnHFZVdxdUSWtrfQBTxl6MNv8ok/s640/35633.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1991, Matt decided to rejoin the band, and connections with Chumbawamba led to the release of their next album titled 'Frank'. It was appeared in 1991, and was released on Chumbawamba's own Agit Prop label. The band wasn't fully satisfied with the album, but continued by touring internationally, including in the U.S.A. The band never really sold that many of their records, but they weren't interested in becoming popular popstars.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvwUSjBEZVkG1R5Qk_9P5Fr7EvrpJ4gDoPzxBQ2BPz92HSn0ZHNaaQEbIaN91Pk5VBDgO1yOb16ECVIh1IE_L0zsG3IhyphenhyphenfO9mmUfecAjD6FpY_FrTgMHURCb8h9gzH1tdwnAk9FhNca4/s1600/1248536-wat-tyler-yurp-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvwUSjBEZVkG1R5Qk_9P5Fr7EvrpJ4gDoPzxBQ2BPz92HSn0ZHNaaQEbIaN91Pk5VBDgO1yOb16ECVIh1IE_L0zsG3IhyphenhyphenfO9mmUfecAjD6FpY_FrTgMHURCb8h9gzH1tdwnAk9FhNca4/s640/1248536-wat-tyler-yurp-thing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In 1992, Thatcher on Acid released their 'Squib' album which was a split between them and another band named Wat Tyler, and released it on John Yate's Allied Recordings. A little known fact about it is that it featured Steve Ignorant from Crass on lead vocals in the song 'Our Gods are Falling Down'(featured in the Overground compilations). Unfortunately, their bassist Matt had to leave the band to become a full-time doctor, and was replaced by Bob Butler from Yeovil. They decided to finish the bands course by playing their last tour from Scandinavia to Germany in September of that same year.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q2ZH8t4qkbtji2I8IqJguLbVyem4HBGn3ahUOld3j1tTukxvP0rSppZ-C15s7T7zp_qC0OUEqY1WqGADV8S06ZxRyu0gp9ze5XIv-cSL85XcfoLTzKeCIrnYkZ5DSwRLA-00Y-2w37c/s1600/htrhthtyhyt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q2ZH8t4qkbtji2I8IqJguLbVyem4HBGn3ahUOld3j1tTukxvP0rSppZ-C15s7T7zp_qC0OUEqY1WqGADV8S06ZxRyu0gp9ze5XIv-cSL85XcfoLTzKeCIrnYkZ5DSwRLA-00Y-2w37c/s640/htrhthtyhyt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The band split afterwards to form Schwartzeneggar in 1993 with Steve Ignorant from Crass on vocals until they stopped in 1995. Since then, Thatcher on Acid has only reunited once, but only to play two reunion gigs in 1998 to help raise money for the Mclibel campaign. Guitarist/vocalist Ben now plays in a band called Hard Skin and also works as a tour manager for several bands such as The Kills, Black Keys, and 5678s. Bassist Matt still works as a doctor in Somerset, drummer Andi now works as an electrician and original drummer Martin teaches ceramics at Brixton College.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xcBwXGk4HIYl0I1_jGSDkFC9FuFmpmIexBotMylfrXU0A_Fb7qG9UHhpecZWTk2h7_PXcyzIyjNCQwd77uO4WiYasEna4xhbTHp3kqMpkFBgJevHqZyCA1FwKSsQl_7rzuihI3q-wsE/s1600/t55t55t5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xcBwXGk4HIYl0I1_jGSDkFC9FuFmpmIexBotMylfrXU0A_Fb7qG9UHhpecZWTk2h7_PXcyzIyjNCQwd77uO4WiYasEna4xhbTHp3kqMpkFBgJevHqZyCA1FwKSsQl_7rzuihI3q-wsE/s640/t55t55t5.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><br /><br />"Sitting"<br /><br /><br />T.V. or not T.V.<br />Narrow strip of gray<br />fixed forward<br />on the landscape.<br />No picture there.<br />Thinking is diminished.<br />We don't need this.<br />Lack of eye movement.<br />What is growing here?<br />Wheels not feet.<br />No definition.<br />Overall body inertness.<br />Idle, we don't need this.<br />It's a stranger's daydream.<br />Sleep teaching.<br />Are they happening now?<br />Seeing is believing.<br />Alpha, beta cathode fix.<br />Pull the plug, cold turkey.<br />We don't need this.<br />Where do you sit?<br /><br /><br />"Put it in"<br /><br /><br />It's so great for lying and telling the truth.<br />The telephones here for all kinds of abuse.<br />You can dial up the love line for your satisfaction.<br />Release all your tensions with direct<br />action.<br />You can dial up the love line til your groin is content.<br />Help a single parent to pay up her rent.<br />You can ring up the love line for 38p,<br />and speak to a dolly who's actually 63.<br /><br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br /><br />Put your finger on the button,<br />your digit in the hole.<br />Put it in.<br /><br />We look for excitement to get through the day.<br />There's 24 hours to escape or to play.<br />You can use up your tissues or confront all your masters<br />who put you in this situation<br />in the first place.<br /><br /><br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br /><br />Put your finger on the button,<br />your digit in the hole.<br />Put it in.<br /><br /><br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br />Put it in.<br /><br />Put your finger on the button,<br />your digit in the hole.<br />Put it in.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Clock Watching"<br /><br /><br />Start the day, What's the time?<br />Can't wait for it to end.<br />I'll grab some lunch, six hours to go.<br />I want to get home, I'll check my watch.<br />Watch the second hand move slowly round.<br />Repeat myself, repeat yourself, repeat ourselves.<br />We're whiling our time away 6 o'clock relax at home.<br />"Now let them feel your fist. They themselves ask for this."<br /><br /><br />"Demand Fed"<br /><br /><br />Consumer species.<br />They train us.<br />"And I regard these people almost with worship as a captive may<br />regard those that promise him freedom."<br /><br /><br />"Token Green Song(!...)<br /><br /><br />It's sunny this morning,<br />I stretch out my arms<br />and I watch the white clouds<br />floating by.<br />And the grass is so green<br />and the air is so clear,<br />I feel like I never will die.<br />But, there's dumps in the sea<br />and they make my eyes sore.<br />Dead fish in the river float by.<br />And the sky in this town<br />is so hazy and gray<br />that I'm starting to see that this is why<br />the earth is dying.<br /><br /><br />"Our Gods are Falling Down"<br /><br /><br />Parliament's a brothel,<br />the heart of the sweaty city<br />pumping all that clotted blood through those hopeless limbs.<br />People frantic and love struck guardedly sleaze the open corridors littered with cast-off contraception.<br />For a moment,<br />just a moment their sticky impotence finding comfort in a homely lonely cinema<br />half full of the smoke of a death wish culture.<br />Death hovers over all and the buildings crumble. Slowly crippled broken windows, falling spikes.<br />Our Gods are falling down.<br />Look at my works ye mighty and despair.<br />The greatest happiness for the greatest wallet.<br />Encouraging growth of the greatest girth.<br />Grass dies, time flies and we 'progress'.<br />Desert the old,<br />they cannot please,<br />they have no use.<br />Nora had a family, then she had a stroke.<br />Now she's very lucky if she recognizes folk.<br />We laugh, we lock them up.<br />We laugh we knock-them down<br />like the freak at the zoo.<br />He screams and rolls his eyes, we throw him nuts.<br />Who's crazy now?<br />We expect to gain perspective by looking through kaleidoscopes colorful but, fake.<br />staking all on others and waiting for the change.<br />There are many ways of living<br />and some have lived in vain.<br />Cars and trains slither down the ice.<br />Down the tube to the empty platform<br />seeing all the town and none of it.<br />Blindly we watch the people dreams as the whore bravely models her scars on T.V. transfixed to the screen.<br />We the clientele slouch at home<br />gloating over favorites.<br />Paying for the privilege,<br />this is the scene,<br />this is the market.<br />Where is the pimp that started it all?<br /><br /><br />Soon to come downloads:<br /><br />First Demo April 1984 Somerset<br />Second Demo August 1984<br />Third Demo 10-4-85 Dorset<br />Live demo 10-4-85<br />Moondance 12" 1986 All the Mad men<br />Curdled L.P. All the Madmen 1986<br />Live at the Paradise Club Reading 22-10-86<br />Live at Brixton Academy 18-4-87<br />Live at Knops Musichall Hamburg 27-6-87<br />Live at Bowy's House Stevenhage 1-11-87<br />Garlic L.P. 1988 Rugger Bugger<br />The Illusion of Being Together 1990 Meantime<br />Frank L.P. 1991 Agit-Prop<br />'No Fucking War' split with 7 Year Bitch 1992 Clawfist<br />Squib L.P. 1992 Allied<br />Yo-Yo Man 1993 KAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-4792048898700607282011-08-18T19:00:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.751-07:00Icon A.D.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n9WRdYvSaGdljF-Z3F-5pO2iphuTEIJB1se1-D_95geL9fw45lAlp3Wp3RBZ4IV8vWimfx7DwWqJ4nEdPx0pzvMFBsj2vVkltDz3ENyeu3dzZhEzZSP6BRffHqqrdLj8lGbSZCMb7ZA/s1600/4353543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n9WRdYvSaGdljF-Z3F-5pO2iphuTEIJB1se1-D_95geL9fw45lAlp3Wp3RBZ4IV8vWimfx7DwWqJ4nEdPx0pzvMFBsj2vVkltDz3ENyeu3dzZhEzZSP6BRffHqqrdLj8lGbSZCMb7ZA/s640/4353543.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <br /> Around 1977/1978, Dave Ryan started the band Abrasive Wheels, and this inspired his neighbor Craig to dive into the early punk scene. Craig began listening to bands such as The Clash, Sex Pistols, Adverts, The Damned, Saints, Vibrators, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, and soon bought a Avon Les Paul copy guitar in hopes of starting a band with the same rebellious 'against the norm' attitude. Soon enough, the band Icon was born as four school mates featuring Craig Sharp-Weir on guitar, Mark Holmes on drums, Phil Smith on bass and Dicky Walton on vocals, all aged between 16 and 18 years of age formed the band in Leeds. Their first name was The Jackets, then Terminal Boredom, followed by Icon(ironically they chose the name because they did not want to be icons) which was taken from a Siouxsie and the banshees' track(the Join Hands album). Their early gigs were played at youth clubs, schools and talent shows, and they would often upset the people they played to with their lyrical content.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVKtD4qX5T0qYBXF0_wjieiEITFoJax3gZeHa94bWzrtFhWMWrlIxt98h5cXeF2mbz6bsuhi3IuRUStpMCcmrqcxF4emB8XhKlCUcezpmXQCb0V3M3YmvJUTPPZDJ3eYV21aKURcv_h4/s1600/R-823012-1162414663.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVKtD4qX5T0qYBXF0_wjieiEITFoJax3gZeHa94bWzrtFhWMWrlIxt98h5cXeF2mbz6bsuhi3IuRUStpMCcmrqcxF4emB8XhKlCUcezpmXQCb0V3M3YmvJUTPPZDJ3eYV21aKURcv_h4/s640/R-823012-1162414663.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> However, the band faced a couple of problems in the beginning, since regular places to have gigs in wouldn't allow punk bands to play at first. Their drummer Mark was the politically aware member in the band who eventually sent a rehearsal tape to Crass which let to the track 'Cancer' appearing in Bullshit Detector 1. However, the band split during 1980/1981 due to too many problems regarding unemployment, dropping out out of school, and their vocalist Dicky's lost interest in the band.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnTE7BzfRuN3pVSOY5otw1u6Q-r52kSyhsXPGuI-bx24MAfbw8i5bqB_azEHYm2Gja1VsC2CCCo1JJuLv_LNUdcFp9A7QNTWfcCROiL0UhhepeXCVwOg9ZoxO9JgMUFFPQDPZCkVACD4/s1600/Icond+ad+A.D..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnTE7BzfRuN3pVSOY5otw1u6Q-r52kSyhsXPGuI-bx24MAfbw8i5bqB_azEHYm2Gja1VsC2CCCo1JJuLv_LNUdcFp9A7QNTWfcCROiL0UhhepeXCVwOg9ZoxO9JgMUFFPQDPZCkVACD4/s640/Icond+ad+A.D..jpg" width="622" /></a></div><br /> A year later, guitarist Craig decided to pay for a recording session and convinced Mark to drum again while he recorded the guitar and bass parts, and he also recruited Mark's wife Caroline and her sister on vocals. The band sent the recordings to an independent label in Norwich without even being serious about it, and it ended up getting released as the 'Don't Feed us Shit' E.P. on The Disrupter's Radical Change label on September 4th, 1982, which sold well, but Caroline left soon afterwards.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaadIpGsc4F2Y_bhWbWhirT7d6OOh1Oc_eqz90pOj5deIYoNYZyM5lp0nJHCG4NtbSYshP1Ufera2Yem_Kv0eEgf12neUcj6PeGJ0S3TxZtjsww1QyZpNIOuO6KP1jzd3_tLma3RkCiyc/s1600/R-823081-1162418649.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaadIpGsc4F2Y_bhWbWhirT7d6OOh1Oc_eqz90pOj5deIYoNYZyM5lp0nJHCG4NtbSYshP1Ufera2Yem_Kv0eEgf12neUcj6PeGJ0S3TxZtjsww1QyZpNIOuO6KP1jzd3_tLma3RkCiyc/s640/R-823081-1162418649.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The band was shocked at the sudden success and decided to reunite the old Icons band, but their original bassist and vocalist couldn't be found, so they kept the two women and recruited Roger Turnbull on bass from another band named F3, and changed their name to Icon A.D. which stands for 'Armistice Day' or even 'After Death'. Thanks to the support from Crass, the success of the first E.P. led to the recording of another single on Radical Change Records, a John Peel session, several tours and other gigs. Radical Change released 'Let the Vultures Fly' on June 26th, 1983. Unfortunately, the band split soon after for unknown reasons(it may have had something to do with family business), but right before they split they recorded their third and best single but it was held back and never released because Backs Records figured out that one of the songs was directed towards them on how they had screwed over Icon A.D. with their previous two releases. The band thought it would had been funny if they had released it, and since they didn't want to be icons, they refused to sign to any big labels for the third E.P. and simply decided to go their separate ways.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pd7-ANry9QWWQo1zcLcepMH1I3R59Lg-e3-u_ua7pgMpjfQZdJIr7524IFTfUhmvCeUqG5goaDjI2NyFWj4yH726zv-yIzeAU-BGVQs3CWOKoDGj3pLYJ2RQj_M0GzThlqKUJMrnat0/s1600/Icon%252BAD%252Biconadedited12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pd7-ANry9QWWQo1zcLcepMH1I3R59Lg-e3-u_ua7pgMpjfQZdJIr7524IFTfUhmvCeUqG5goaDjI2NyFWj4yH726zv-yIzeAU-BGVQs3CWOKoDGj3pLYJ2RQj_M0GzThlqKUJMrnat0/s640/Icon%252BAD%252Biconadedited12.jpg" width="435" /></a></div><br /><br />Lyrics coming soon!<br /><br /><br />Soon to come downloads:<br /><br />Demos 1981<br />http://www.box.net/shared/bmuvzqmulgrxedxcuasg<br />Demos 1982<br />http://www.box.net/shared/zq79qrmt3a2piy7okff6<br />Don't Feed us Shit E.P. 1982 Radical Change<br />http://www.box.net/shared/mqj2omoftsu5kjnbutf8<br />John Peel Session 13/10/82<br />http://www.box.net/shared/1pgqp5ec7zrpnqtszas0<br />Let the Vultures Fly E.P. 1983 Radical Change<br />http://www.box.net/shared/vpdnsxk8s9b4sunoakui<br />Unreleased "Backs Against The Wall" Single 1984<br />http://www.box.net/shared/gv5cxyssyb6efpknelnfAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-64182326046061493452011-08-18T07:53:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.808-07:00Toxic Shock<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5TqpLRKBsvRSyoEfulJjzOCjEDg8E1_H2kMZ2sIJrvMv6wApmNdv6i4h7Xkyxjdrn9T26kXe_05NDMOTW5k09lyrJHFyhzKJlhq-xvRJZSg_8v8GY0oOYXkyVeDTmzTe_OPJtiQ8Rgs/s1600/Toxic+Shock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5TqpLRKBsvRSyoEfulJjzOCjEDg8E1_H2kMZ2sIJrvMv6wApmNdv6i4h7Xkyxjdrn9T26kXe_05NDMOTW5k09lyrJHFyhzKJlhq-xvRJZSg_8v8GY0oOYXkyVeDTmzTe_OPJtiQ8Rgs/s640/Toxic+Shock.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div> After leaving Sanction, Heff moved and joined her friend Al to start a much more personal anarcho-feminist band called Toxic Shock. The duo were Heather 'Heff' Joyce on saxophone and vocals, and Alice 'Al' Marsh on bass and vocals. That was the only line-up and it managed to create a really unique and original sound. However, they claim that before the band got serious they started out as a joke to play songs at a disco, and that the name had no real meaning behind it, until they decided to use it to describe the effect their performances had on the audience. Both women were vegans, Heff helped out with the Catalyst zine and their ideas were a much more extreme version of what Bikini Kill and the Riot Grrrl movement were about.<br /><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu671R8CsazoG3IiNUc6p9qSLGVvoUbROkvEIRZE2Xd2v3yH1ZiLGXZ6s9Qhyphenhyphen1A82P-Y5z2TISJZo2R8q-_lqpPt-27ptEHL5qhVstRtA_u4XUUblDY3AA6MDX95TwQ93wAiMNgqiEIM/s1600/4t53t534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEu671R8CsazoG3IiNUc6p9qSLGVvoUbROkvEIRZE2Xd2v3yH1ZiLGXZ6s9Qhyphenhyphen1A82P-Y5z2TISJZo2R8q-_lqpPt-27ptEHL5qhVstRtA_u4XUUblDY3AA6MDX95TwQ93wAiMNgqiEIM/s640/4t53t534.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div> They were based in Greenham Common and were heavily influenced by Poison Girls, which ultimately led to the two bands playing several gigs together. Toxic Shock helped to talk sense and expose the truth in regards to women's rights and equality with men. The band even had all girl audiences on purpose sometimes for better results.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hf5Px-Wv3BFXjckfwlcJgethbLcsm2FvCkSMQyWOZ0_NTLXa7UWSFUL91kJsZYTc92NO7SgnX3RAJ1VXX6Q7xv9ndsaIHhVSmsNgbxhFy-qzMLCWvQrqdOBca_O-2_baHCrSm51Vp6w/s1600/yuy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hf5Px-Wv3BFXjckfwlcJgethbLcsm2FvCkSMQyWOZ0_NTLXa7UWSFUL91kJsZYTc92NO7SgnX3RAJ1VXX6Q7xv9ndsaIHhVSmsNgbxhFy-qzMLCWvQrqdOBca_O-2_baHCrSm51Vp6w/s640/yuy.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /> People were often taken by surprise to their unique approach which sort of sounded like a mix of punk, funk, poems, jazz and blues, and their audiences often reacted in a positive, supportive manner. Sexist men would sometimes get in their way, but the band kept their belief that women and men could live as equals. They didn't hate men, and encouraged them to think through a feminists point of view. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBhwy83zbyDcZXZzq7GA2pRI6aU7hnUZeTjbggtRjuZHYmfKmhDtk2Z6qB5UzDAbow5ew1cRXkpeRYSsYha8SkEva8qSthE3F5qZ0kQUu_I8ZIOSX00_6qyEDqClpOHgligruwL-oqf0/s1600/1359410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBhwy83zbyDcZXZzq7GA2pRI6aU7hnUZeTjbggtRjuZHYmfKmhDtk2Z6qB5UzDAbow5ew1cRXkpeRYSsYha8SkEva8qSthE3F5qZ0kQUu_I8ZIOSX00_6qyEDqClpOHgligruwL-oqf0/s640/1359410.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> In 1984, the band appeared in the Who? What? Why? When? Where? compilation with their song 'Remote Control' featuring several other of the anarchist punk bands. That same year, the band jumped onto Vindaloo Records to release their 'Dubious Deal' 12" . They would start off strong by touring with Poison Girls, and even managed to gig with bands such as Omega Tribe, Conflict, The Nightingales and High Alliance. Their lyrics would often cover sexuality, women's insecurities, love, and also topics regarding politics, police systems and animal liberation. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Bfa8YLvry7NWvI0bZWenUTvgFldPuWUTPQ_DZ1Wz2nPihjIr8tbQotn-a-4vU7ufsZz-gjlZz0xVG2GkoH54oaUQFQdDjCX0qh-yTHmMPg_zEErFiJ0iqObpVxYszRvE4Su1Srj-2yY/s1600/img556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Bfa8YLvry7NWvI0bZWenUTvgFldPuWUTPQ_DZ1Wz2nPihjIr8tbQotn-a-4vU7ufsZz-gjlZz0xVG2GkoH54oaUQFQdDjCX0qh-yTHmMPg_zEErFiJ0iqObpVxYszRvE4Su1Srj-2yY/s640/img556.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> In 1985, the band released a tape called 'Syndrome' on the Poison Girl's Xntrix label. A second 12" named 'Just Another Day' was also released in 1985, and a double compilation L.P. called 'Communicate!!!! Live at Thames Poly' also featured one of their songs.Sadly, sometime during 1985, personal issues between the two members caused the band to split. Heather currently continues to write music on her own. To get a good idea of what Toxic Shock were about, I would suggest reading the handout above(click to enlarge) and the lyrics to 'Resistance' below which was written by Al.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2NwnyySlGW2VSqWdoowj0Z2hN0IZXSRxucQQXTgAI-dvZPvmFUOvo5pLBj2adAeNYH3i8ZiX4dwDi5gMYF4bMzSbI4zzE3A7FiB0iNi8UJuaGIzmU03xHwnyn9GRrqWXEnrNGsNJA50/s1600/hefffffff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2NwnyySlGW2VSqWdoowj0Z2hN0IZXSRxucQQXTgAI-dvZPvmFUOvo5pLBj2adAeNYH3i8ZiX4dwDi5gMYF4bMzSbI4zzE3A7FiB0iNi8UJuaGIzmU03xHwnyn9GRrqWXEnrNGsNJA50/s640/hefffffff.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Resistance"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One way of doing things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Turning an alternative into the alternative.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all think this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all do that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Building our own circle of security.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back to the womb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't want to live in an alternative ghetto.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wan't to live in an an alternative world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Out, out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Falling in love</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">is supposed to answer all your problems.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One day your prince will come and that will be that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So you spend your life waiting,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but no-one ever talks about the happy ever after.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Over the hills and far away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To a paradise just for two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Back to the womb.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't want to languish in your arms forever.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to linger in our arms for tonight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And tomorrow we'll have to wake up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And tomorrow we'll have to get up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And use the love we've stumbled on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love as the reason to go on feeling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love as the reason to go on fighting the fear.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love as the reason to go on making choices.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Love as the spur to resistance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">RESISTANCE! RESISTANCE! RESISTANCE!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">More lyrics coming soon!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Soon to come downloads:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dubious Deal 1984 Vindaloo Records(I don't have the technology to get MP3 files from the record)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Syndrome 1985 Xntrix(incomplete)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">http://www.box.com/s/0ydgxjp4vq5rca275vyb</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unknown songs 198X</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">http://www.box.com/s/x20czav07vuuyqu2smz4</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-10349562869348037832011-08-18T04:19:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.866-07:00Part 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-hS14d1im1Sz2bWXObCpMg9GE8UtgdDkodtHLSTohaWm4U58v0oIcc5tel9RLLZMBf1IPZcrs3v903F18aEz7j0bPCGR2l7wixS4pK-gO5ndkOskHh1ZYCiSev3dhJVOy_oMBfmzrXg/s1600/270577_124135591010612_124119711012200_180379_7197812_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim-hS14d1im1Sz2bWXObCpMg9GE8UtgdDkodtHLSTohaWm4U58v0oIcc5tel9RLLZMBf1IPZcrs3v903F18aEz7j0bPCGR2l7wixS4pK-gO5ndkOskHh1ZYCiSev3dhJVOy_oMBfmzrXg/s640/270577_124135591010612_124119711012200_180379_7197812_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Alongside Rudimentary Peni, Part 1 also shared a similar interest in death, horror and anti religion, played several gigs with them, had a much more slower, darker sound than Nick's band, but disappeared almost as soon as they started. Some note that Part 1 was part of the beginning of goth-punk since they believed and acted out actions which were considered 'goth' before the 'goth' label was born. Before Part 1 was formed, their drummer Bob already had a band up and running called 'The Bleeding Lips' which released a tape, and their guitarist Mark started out in a band called 'The Urban Guerrillas' with Sean Finnis. Sean, Mark and Bob eventually joined together with another friend to form 'Matt Vinyl and the Emulsions', but Sean and Mark left to start several other bands such as The Snipers(not the same Snipers from this blog). In the end, Sean left to form Exit-Stance(same Exit-Stance from this blog), while guitarist Mark Farelli and drummer Bob Leith formed Part 1 with Chris Baker on vocals and Chris Pascoe on bass.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithH0G9hoDFm_af1OPcnQDDtdx8Eu5WfXyCRmxaFILTi4Svn8lvG-JEoU_6U3gTZ3_JEhUX2u4WqgvAYfKVK4DGg4nUVmpXCJ7fBBfT-sccisj0h07TOKCMyqeQ7pYxStBIqdfDY9ZfaI/s1600/scan388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithH0G9hoDFm_af1OPcnQDDtdx8Eu5WfXyCRmxaFILTi4Svn8lvG-JEoU_6U3gTZ3_JEhUX2u4WqgvAYfKVK4DGg4nUVmpXCJ7fBBfT-sccisj0h07TOKCMyqeQ7pYxStBIqdfDY9ZfaI/s640/scan388.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Some members from the band were influenced by Crass's strong anti-religious works, Public Image, Santana, Killing Joke, Bauhaus and U.K. Decay. Can's long experimental songs and the sound of the flanger(a kind of guitar pedal) used in Siouxsie and the Banshees by John Mckay also played a key role in the sound that Part 1 developed. Their first gig was during October of 1980, at Bletchley's Compass Club, supporting the Flying Ducks. They played their second gig at the Peartree Bridge Centre with an early version of Exit-Stance called Ethnic Minority. During January of 1981, Part 1 recorded their first demo at The Crypt in Stevenage(the basement of an abondoned church), and a copy of the demo was sent to Crass which led to them choosing 'Marching Orders' to be included in Bullshit Detector 2, but by that time Mark disliked the song and asked them to not include it. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nF1kwvZLcpRDGefvY0HSHKpY3s7AO7F7TTNDJDRIO2dmthm9th8gMO-6WLl74uOyJ_wnYFPYmoNnZfSE5qcloQsFxa6F2QWZkk9EKVmP7QS0cMYZ0LXrzlCYQ-8hSWDIyCWFZZy4jN0/s1600/scan441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nF1kwvZLcpRDGefvY0HSHKpY3s7AO7F7TTNDJDRIO2dmthm9th8gMO-6WLl74uOyJ_wnYFPYmoNnZfSE5qcloQsFxa6F2QWZkk9EKVmP7QS0cMYZ0LXrzlCYQ-8hSWDIyCWFZZy4jN0/s640/scan441.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Their second demo titled 'In the Shadow of the Cross' was recorded during Spring of that same year, at the same place. This caught the attention of Andy Martin from the Apostles, which led to the band getting invited to play a gig by him with Dirt, The Sinyx, and The Chronic Outbursts, but Part 1 ended up not playing. Two gig dates later on Halloween of that same year, the band was meant to play with the Apostles, but the band ended up getting chased away with shovels and pickaxes resulting from a fight between punks and football fans. The band was also known for their disturbing art which was provided by Mark.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-T27S4BJdb7qqRjOdx0Xo0tqLpD7thylhab20y-7uYaSoz610mWbK88iMsDYl2BIQ-TwPrmfHXz7ZxTOckztz8rzKTurz76xykz6qPuwmhNu7pMpOBCUxfJ_3e4iVBb27yo2mwnU0gw/s1600/279170_124135574343947_124119711012200_180378_1994502_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-T27S4BJdb7qqRjOdx0Xo0tqLpD7thylhab20y-7uYaSoz610mWbK88iMsDYl2BIQ-TwPrmfHXz7ZxTOckztz8rzKTurz76xykz6qPuwmhNu7pMpOBCUxfJ_3e4iVBb27yo2mwnU0gw/s640/279170_124135574343947_124119711012200_180378_1994502_o.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Eventually, Part 1 ended up playing one of their best gigs at the Wapping Anarchy Centre in London during 1982, on January 27th, with The Apostles, Blood and Roses and Witches. They ended up liking it so much that they decided to include it in copies of their 'In the Shadow of the Cross' demo tapes. Soon after, Mark Farelli met Nick Blinko from Rudimentary Peni, and their morbid similarities resulted in a close friendship between the two bands, which led to them playing several gigs together at the Anarchy centre and the Centro Iberico. It was actually Mark that introduced Nick to H.P. Lovecraft, so we can thank him for helping with the creation of Rudimentary Peni's 'Cacophony' album.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieZTPoBi-N-SDTbFNKQsjiYhqefuYGyoyYwIcslYOPy8lpxaesBCGq9H3lAF3D5B7np1jo7YAgxDO_fx3uCnqgvWsrh9HQ2HuSQ3KQZw5yMSsm0auPOyphp0ekXTZ1591ZmmiQsarYPA/s1600/268858_124135354343969_124119711012200_180369_636183_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieZTPoBi-N-SDTbFNKQsjiYhqefuYGyoyYwIcslYOPy8lpxaesBCGq9H3lAF3D5B7np1jo7YAgxDO_fx3uCnqgvWsrh9HQ2HuSQ3KQZw5yMSsm0auPOyphp0ekXTZ1591ZmmiQsarYPA/s640/268858_124135354343969_124119711012200_180369_636183_n.jpg" width="627" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div> During May of 1982, Part 1 entered Octopus Studios in Cambridge with financial help from Nick Blinko to cover the expenses. Nick gave them £150 from the money made out of Rudimentary Peni's 'Farce' single on Crass Records, so they could record their first E.P. Once the final product was finalized, Part 1 released their excellent 'Funeral Parade' E.P. during October of 1982. Grant and Nick from Rudimentary Peni decided to continue helping the band by sending copies of the E.P. to Small Wonder and Rough Trade(eventually, the two bands went their separate ways, which may have had had something to do with Nick and Mark's competitive Lovecraft obsessions, or wanting to relocate). However, vocalist Chris Baker left in December of 1982 and ultimately disappeared, forcing Mark to playing guitar and sing.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQmUHw3MiA-mVhbrY_a7_mDXX648X3Wr25v2VbL21JaAQVl5wuWBgQmZZpRJ3aJuoqPYSHwk0A0zCIYZ6TmCisErggZDddsPWyn3jbcm3bg3MkQTDDsX1EopTNwpVz0xV-HmqXxJ31Us/s1600/270370_124136354343869_124119711012200_180388_1973252_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQmUHw3MiA-mVhbrY_a7_mDXX648X3Wr25v2VbL21JaAQVl5wuWBgQmZZpRJ3aJuoqPYSHwk0A0zCIYZ6TmCisErggZDddsPWyn3jbcm3bg3MkQTDDsX1EopTNwpVz0xV-HmqXxJ31Us/s640/270370_124136354343869_124119711012200_180388_1973252_n.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><br /> Nick eventually gave a copy to Brian 'Pushead' Schroeder, vocalist for the U.S. thrashcore band, Septic Death, who ended up releasing 'In the Shadows of the Cross' as the 'Pictures of Pain' L.P. in 1984, on his Pusmort Records label without the versions of 'Graveyard Song' and 'Tomb' that were in it. He also included the track 'The Black Mass' in his 'Cleanse the Bacteria' compilation. In addition, the back cover of the L.P. features artwork by Nick Blinko. Unfortunately, They played their last show without even knowing it in April of 1983, supporting the Subhumans at Oxford Street's 100 Club.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglusJK8t8ySGZNcGD6qYMhDlqf_No9MSeTGlJj_qq1SqunBE5iF-hMjBnjra-UJBpuAw4TiOqZkVC9nA44caL1WMth52_z5PVl-cSt5RIemf8QTNhP-qcUd9frOZedG11E5So-uE6vNP0/s1600/img813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglusJK8t8ySGZNcGD6qYMhDlqf_No9MSeTGlJj_qq1SqunBE5iF-hMjBnjra-UJBpuAw4TiOqZkVC9nA44caL1WMth52_z5PVl-cSt5RIemf8QTNhP-qcUd9frOZedG11E5So-uE6vNP0/s640/img813.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /> After the gig, their van broke down, and the band members got into a horrible argument. This ultimately led to the split. Afterwards, Bob decided to join The Snails, followed by A.T.V. and finally The Cardiacs. As for Mark, he went to St. Martin's School of Art and became a worker in a second-hand bookshop, as well as a Victorian magic lantern performer.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkIQegBpMwK3s-xVdRcfWK5xqE_LyoxBN_8qnP3BeYUZwNTyL6uhJkt-yM_oaOYaVS5DKwNs-aU7jjnMiK2fwMegZySXWZpl12KxHzLzlvbRxvxc7QmINuRuOyw3xtL8mo8_AeyJFR7I/s1600/scan0125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkIQegBpMwK3s-xVdRcfWK5xqE_LyoxBN_8qnP3BeYUZwNTyL6uhJkt-yM_oaOYaVS5DKwNs-aU7jjnMiK2fwMegZySXWZpl12KxHzLzlvbRxvxc7QmINuRuOyw3xtL8mo8_AeyJFR7I/s640/scan0125.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Fortunately, the band is planning to release a six CD retrospective package very soon. Also, rumors of them playing this year with The Mob went around, but the gig never happened. However, according to the band, several of their best songs were written during the end of their time when they were a three-piece without Chris, but sadly none of it was ever recorded properly. Part 1 has recently reformed and hopes to record that material.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZctBP_zcsH-plDO-0MSWK7GakxQa_eg_D69VY3utanDxKVn5CHs-3_lK_DpxskgzXVy-0XUhfcyNZg3tgAoolO0ejpY8uSX-JGuHxhbsNx6CzYzK_RAznvtAwqCKNwwCwdBa0Q3lGxo/s1600/267776_124136484343856_124119711012200_180394_2829065_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZctBP_zcsH-plDO-0MSWK7GakxQa_eg_D69VY3utanDxKVn5CHs-3_lK_DpxskgzXVy-0XUhfcyNZg3tgAoolO0ejpY8uSX-JGuHxhbsNx6CzYzK_RAznvtAwqCKNwwCwdBa0Q3lGxo/s640/267776_124136484343856_124119711012200_180394_2829065_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />"Graveyard Song"<br /><br /><br />The black sky dense with death,<br />is bleeding down your drain,<br />your screams + shouts are distorted,<br />by the pouring of the rain,<br />your doubts are flooding in,<br />like your drowning in the sea,<br />your final rights are spoken,<br />this silence cannot be,<br />your coffin drops into your grave,<br />but the dead are alive.<br />You're clawing at your wooden tomb,<br />but how will you survive?<br />Your fears are confirmed,<br />as the soil is shovelled in,<br />you're being buried alive,<br />to the tune of a christian hymn.<br /><br />The sermons & the preaching<br />mean nothing when you're dead.<br />The worms in your coffin,<br />will not fill your mouth with bread.<br />Christian believer,<br />you've filled your head with shit.<br />There's nothing left for you,<br />save the slime of the death pit.<br />There's no glistening heaven,<br />in the centre of the skies.<br />Your stupid fucking bible<br />is a book filled with lies.<br />Your crucifix was just two sticks,<br />on which some figure hung,<br />surrounded by filth,<br />in the cesspool the death bell rung.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A last disturbing thought,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as darkness covers your eyes,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to be encased in a burial chamber</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for your second life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You were a nobody in the other world</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">you didn't stand a chance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now the time has come to live again,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in a catolinic trance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm in a tunnel and it's closing in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am the visage in the loony bin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They strap me up in their corridors</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and sedate me to their one armed applause.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Paint me in white washed blessed obscenity,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so I fit in with the shitty scenery,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">thoughts are concealed with my talons and swords,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">while they tell me stories in my sterilized ward, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I feel the needle, the flick knife to my vein, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">camouflaged horrors set deep down in my brain,</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I feel drips of water, splashing onto my head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They watch & they laugh as I writhe until i'm dead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1eVNuBa_WEAuc6wxQ16NN6wypADPVMaTEEsOxzjhyo9IbAQBxAM8NsBXO-kkIygrsjAynb1xQGUR2IMQIiRT1h9XqsZ40CXBtsbiWtM73uTyPdBHm137ferbedKZGwsvP5V2Xj9TNFA/s1600/R-803196-1160348394.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1eVNuBa_WEAuc6wxQ16NN6wypADPVMaTEEsOxzjhyo9IbAQBxAM8NsBXO-kkIygrsjAynb1xQGUR2IMQIiRT1h9XqsZ40CXBtsbiWtM73uTyPdBHm137ferbedKZGwsvP5V2Xj9TNFA/s640/R-803196-1160348394.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Ghost"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost forgotten memory </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of what happened.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another empty, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">useless opinion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A feeling of guilt, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">fucks your brain,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the ghost of your memory </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">leaves you insane.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's a word </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">no longer a saying.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Deep down inside your soul,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in fear of god praying,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in fear of a corpse </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">hanging on a cross.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In fear of the blood, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">should it drip in your hair?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In fear of a corpse </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">hanging on a cross.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In fear of the blood, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">should it drip in your hair?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost to the shit </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of your dream ghost.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost to the shit </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of your dream ghost.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At night your no </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">longer human,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">your soul was never </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of this world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fuck the cross </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">cut the throat </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of religion,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">burn the books,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">bury all that was said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In fear of a corpse</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">hanging on a cross,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">in fear of the blood </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">should it drip in your hair?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost to the shit </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of your dream ghost.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lost to the shit </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of your dream ghost.</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOMxeBVbcEKOHlSa7-ZCH7Q5ooUoyK9-RXpicKbzfzer4bis5smCIwSrZph3a_WcqW05wVm7JMyX518D6Gd0X6B7z1Bp_dasjGzhQxPBfg0PmkzFhFvICpQwUfW6tNQQCxIi1XcXtgI4/s1600/R-803196-1160348411.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="633" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvOMxeBVbcEKOHlSa7-ZCH7Q5ooUoyK9-RXpicKbzfzer4bis5smCIwSrZph3a_WcqW05wVm7JMyX518D6Gd0X6B7z1Bp_dasjGzhQxPBfg0PmkzFhFvICpQwUfW6tNQQCxIi1XcXtgI4/s640/R-803196-1160348411.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Salem"</div><br /><br />Salem burns in fierce fire burn,<br />crucifix lies in the mud to late to learn,<br />scarred images<br /><div>thrown into the dark, <br />the screams of those burning </div><div>deep within the past,<br />to free themselves from the unholy purge,<br />they gave their god </div><div>charred flesh + bone,<br />to free their minds from doubt & guilt,<br />they gave their souls </div><div>the right to kill.<br />They screamed Christ's dead,<br />in the burial of shadows,<br />they screamed for</div><div>freedom,<br />but were silenced with the taste<br /><div>of fucking fire</div><div><br />Salem burns in fierce fire burn,<br />crucifix lies in the mud to late to learn,<br />Scarred images </div><div>thrown into the dark, <br />the screams of those burning </div><div>deep within the past,<br />to free themselves from the unholy purge,<br />they gave their god </div><div>charred flesh + bone,<br />to free their minds from doubt & guilt,<br />they gave their souls </div><div>the right to kill.<br />They screamed Christ's dead,<br />in the burial of shadows,<br />they screamed for </div><div>freedom,<br />but were silenced with the taste </div><div>of fucking fire.</div><div><br />Victims of circumstance </div><div>or victims of some lost age,<br />I'm telling you they'll do it again were nearly in the cage.<br />From a fairy tale </div><div>comes a nightmare<br />though shalt not kill but you've his clearance to burn,<br />fear of the unknown gave birth to morality<br />Morality turned to slaughter<br />insane broken justice,<br />justice born from fire,<br />fire lit by fools.</div><div>Fire burning justice,</div><div>justice born from lies.</div><div>All your protectors,<br />protectors of some faith,<br />gave yourselves some scapegoats </div><div>burned in Christs clean breath.<br />One day they'll realize<br />the injustice of those lies,<br />but charred flesh cannot be given life taken by your lies.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5ri6b7TR0iNdJgN3gLTY2nuA-6HzRQXqHBaOPaRMWjszcTpGZB8SRFuXu-3KAyYqi01JV58i-Yi9cnaA0M1KrbBtziEW52elAaAUOacsznQsHQS7IsPTSQ7Hj6VxgZSr9VBbt7MUWNA/s1600/PAR1T+-+Funeral+Parade+EP+cover+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP5ri6b7TR0iNdJgN3gLTY2nuA-6HzRQXqHBaOPaRMWjszcTpGZB8SRFuXu-3KAyYqi01JV58i-Yi9cnaA0M1KrbBtziEW52elAaAUOacsznQsHQS7IsPTSQ7Hj6VxgZSr9VBbt7MUWNA/s640/PAR1T+-+Funeral+Parade+EP+cover+2.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>Soon to come downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div>First demo 1981</div><div>In the Shadow of the Cross Demo 1981</div><div>Live at the Wapping Anarchy Centre, January 27th, 1982</div><div>Funeral Parade 1982 Paraworm Records</div><div>Pictures of Pain 1984 Pusmort Records (same as in the Shadow of the Cross but without 'Graveyard Song' and 'Tomb')</div><div>Demo 198X</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-50387822298621347662011-08-08T04:42:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:21.933-07:00Rudimentary Peni<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1z16VbCB_EdZG7_J_3wZCnmXrFwT2hS-cQsD_lvWslzwTPk25W2G0E-JNGBVzxu_QkG9Vch4Jx9LFVFLl8RbYZx6GHXaT9X3m4Yx5HhO7Vgj2q8Z_cnEsmwscIdkQB_qg_EgqZ35arkE/s1600/tumblr_lp7m0oCcRU1qdlmheo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1z16VbCB_EdZG7_J_3wZCnmXrFwT2hS-cQsD_lvWslzwTPk25W2G0E-JNGBVzxu_QkG9Vch4Jx9LFVFLl8RbYZx6GHXaT9X3m4Yx5HhO7Vgj2q8Z_cnEsmwscIdkQB_qg_EgqZ35arkE/s640/tumblr_lp7m0oCcRU1qdlmheo1_500.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><br /> A rather mysterious band, Rudimentary Peni spawned in June of 1980 in Abbots Langley, after the demise of the Magits. Nick Blinko took the guitar and vocal duties, and provided all the artwork, Jon Greville played the drums, and Grant was recruited on bass. After several rehearsals at Jon's parents' house, the band played their first gig on 1981 in a village hall near Watford, with the S-Haters(Nick was in this band for a while) and Soft Drinks(Jon drummed for this band and Drooper from the Magits sang). All of the band's early gigs were disappointments and failures for them because their audiences never liked them for being different from the other punk bands, and this made the band despise playing live, which explains why they hardly ever played gigs and never did tours. They never dressed 'punk'(they didn't care about the fashion), so people branded them as a joke, and would often boo them off stage or throw trash at them until they had no choice but to leave their gigs to avoid injury.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkyzLcdrMxqTj3w5GX8oE_quBcM5FCAopXD5st3co6ZboZdGjxQb8H7fpnm7Fo4g-NRTt_JaC5zb9jJYiggqSoq826o4ziz-B66mykxlyjmyhyphenhyphenbTjV4du-imO1yABrP5XjQFOgpr6odU/s1600/2122232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkyzLcdrMxqTj3w5GX8oE_quBcM5FCAopXD5st3co6ZboZdGjxQb8H7fpnm7Fo4g-NRTt_JaC5zb9jJYiggqSoq826o4ziz-B66mykxlyjmyhyphenhyphenbTjV4du-imO1yABrP5XjQFOgpr6odU/s640/2122232.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Because of their unappreciative crowds, the band usually only played only one gig a month, and this would become less and less every year. Instead, they focused more in recording, and Nick had already started his own record label called Out Himalayan Records, so the band went in to Street Level Studios in London to record their first self-titled E.P during the Summer of 1981. They had a member from the band Here and Now engineer it, and he felt disturbed by Nick's singing voice. They quickly went in and recorded nearly all the songs in one take, and released it on Nick's label. The result, was a very twisted sounding E.P. unlike anything else, with very clever yet creepy lyrics, covered in Nick's disturbing artwork. Nick was inspired by 'Outsider' art which is art from mental institutions, plus his mental illnesses played a key role in his sadistic style.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHsqZ4ZRrMG90yoDBfxOs_fzx0ZjsoYhKvGTGXjg2iec00r-niOk6gk-4fN8uAhF0TOvPSWpYH-6UGTfZxxrUIL2_gC0txz3QIhhy-jafqual07_bqcJySSd8V77d8S032Pwe6tREEYQ/s1600/tumblr_lmudgdVzIt1qky4qbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHsqZ4ZRrMG90yoDBfxOs_fzx0ZjsoYhKvGTGXjg2iec00r-niOk6gk-4fN8uAhF0TOvPSWpYH-6UGTfZxxrUIL2_gC0txz3QIhhy-jafqual07_bqcJySSd8V77d8S032Pwe6tREEYQ/s640/tumblr_lmudgdVzIt1qky4qbo1_500.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /> After the single, Nick met Mark Farrelly who was a guitarist for a similar sounding band that actually played several gigs with them. They both shared the same interest in macabre art and literature, but Mark's band was a lot more underground than Nick's, so his band was never really known about that much, but it is noted that it was actually Mark that got Nick started in his H.P. Lovecraft obsession. Another weird note about this band is that the only person that is political in it is Grant. Nick and Jon weren't at all, but Grant would often help out at the autonomy centre in Wapping, and he even went down to go to visit Crass with a fanzine writer to give them a copy of their E.P., and this what led to their 'anarcho punk' association and their next record. Following this, the band played their first London gig at the Red Lion on September 18th, 1981 with Flux of Pink Indians and The Subhumans, and this also really helped them start a relationship with the anarchist punk scene.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yp4Q1HZWaXiUwxa7SIKMd0yXbzGBOeeJCV2p656cTvKN6XRADHuP4BDKXvnDPqoCMy0dyUhLs7BddCMoMi_uMrNBrvd7H7c-2hZkYrhcJGEbJm_grmNEHkxxd-dZwqjPoNeM8xxlm-Y/s1600/farce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2yp4Q1HZWaXiUwxa7SIKMd0yXbzGBOeeJCV2p656cTvKN6XRADHuP4BDKXvnDPqoCMy0dyUhLs7BddCMoMi_uMrNBrvd7H7c-2hZkYrhcJGEbJm_grmNEHkxxd-dZwqjPoNeM8xxlm-Y/s640/farce.jpg" width="637" /></a></div><br /> Crass became interested in Rudimentary Peni, and invited them down to Southern Studios to record their next single. The band went in, and recorded the material for their 'Farce' single which was released on Crass Records during the July of 1982. The record boosted the bands profile, and even landed them a respectable number 7 mark on the Indie charts. However, the band didn't like how Penny interfered with the production, especially the way he altered Nick's voice. Their song writing process would usually start with Nick and Grant writing the guitar and bass parts together(lyrics where sometimes written by Grant and other times written by Nick), and then they would show their complete songs to Jon who would in turn just add in the drums as he saw fit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82yLcZDfMnwsjRpkZjAv0Jh9SBClfPlCjOa6WWGkbxbAQzAqVMSBRrbPGGulPvOSrEOzzdfWeDluvJ6twjudAcBwIF1rVnyx_sZVrUis1bg8_ZxLxN9Ne8DE7Xjg1qBcKnyz1Hs49J-M/s1600/756575.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82yLcZDfMnwsjRpkZjAv0Jh9SBClfPlCjOa6WWGkbxbAQzAqVMSBRrbPGGulPvOSrEOzzdfWeDluvJ6twjudAcBwIF1rVnyx_sZVrUis1bg8_ZxLxN9Ne8DE7Xjg1qBcKnyz1Hs49J-M/s640/756575.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><br /> In 1983, Crass invited the band to come back and record their debut album for their Corpus Christi label. They called it 'Death Church', recorded it in two days, and released it during September of that same year. It peaked at the third top spot on the Indie charts, and also featured more of Nick's brilliant art. However, shortly after the release of Death Church, the band disappeared for a couple of years, with Grant successfully fighting lung cancer during the process.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jtoLhuYDYnt4flhDtxA-JQoKCEas61dayetN8gnxfDx5pZHewcEvhmzZPWAtKKKyXYoJJYjALdNqnQo2AoBiKdK0m322pMyrOLJ13Q3gszjQDhmixvOXcgbMT0sg_2gvXphtVSirHHM/s1600/565840-rudimentary-peni-cacophony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-jtoLhuYDYnt4flhDtxA-JQoKCEas61dayetN8gnxfDx5pZHewcEvhmzZPWAtKKKyXYoJJYjALdNqnQo2AoBiKdK0m322pMyrOLJ13Q3gszjQDhmixvOXcgbMT0sg_2gvXphtVSirHHM/s640/565840-rudimentary-peni-cacophony.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> In 1989, Rudimentary Peni returned to released their very bizarre 'Cacophony' album on their label Outer Himalayan. It was mostly based around the work of H.P. Lovecraft, and featured several tracks that sounded completely different to their other records and and it threw everyone off. Some of the songs had really weird, fast rambles at the end and strange time signatures. It also featured more of Nick's disturbing artwork. The band did play a very small amount of gigs after it's release, but then disappeared again until the mid nineties.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7luyi7GEZTDDpDWXCHaba4XIAzJkZryr34p1Wak9h5JmRTdgdqURkB20GF6Hht_ayPZqejToUyPTsQ97r14eBbFQIhAlUG0S2IHgA9bcaM20aUJ9MOQCr1UvDqEPSYJWF5a5moVC1LA/s1600/tumblr_lgy3r7Vw5y1qbt1f5o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7luyi7GEZTDDpDWXCHaba4XIAzJkZryr34p1Wak9h5JmRTdgdqURkB20GF6Hht_ayPZqejToUyPTsQ97r14eBbFQIhAlUG0S2IHgA9bcaM20aUJ9MOQCr1UvDqEPSYJWF5a5moVC1LA/s640/tumblr_lgy3r7Vw5y1qbt1f5o1_400.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /> During that time, Nick also wrote his first book titled 'The Primal Screamer', which was a semi-autobiography about him, his mental illness and the bands struggle to become accepted within the 'punk' scene. It wasn't until 1995 when the band came back once again(rumors of them dying had surfaced by then, but not true) and released their third album titled 'Pope Adrian 37th Psychristiatric', but it became a disappointed and showed from all the bizarre ramblings that Nick's mental illness was starting to become worse. Even before the band had started, Nick had been suffering from Schizoaffective disorder. Regardless, the band carried on by releasing E.P.s every couple of years such as 'Echoes of Anguish' in 1997, 'The Underclass' in 2000, Grant's favorite release titled 'Archaic' in 2004, 'No More Pain' in 2008, and a single titled 'Chances' in 2009. As of today, the band members remain with their original line-up and have not split, but all the members have chosen to remain hidden from the public, shrouded in mystery, and unwilling to ever play live again.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeYbQHGGX4YoatXJ_04MeUFRyAoF5c6LsdjWiVHVNUyYnL4YQmQa-NjTN8GXhZmEvguWqukWTCJK6j7AgFsOkj4xQUCS4tbtFKBTmNUvACCxyWUxw1m8BED_uKQ69Qb6PAS1LinEWv6s/s1600/tumblr_lp7lz1KSLS1qdlmheo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeYbQHGGX4YoatXJ_04MeUFRyAoF5c6LsdjWiVHVNUyYnL4YQmQa-NjTN8GXhZmEvguWqukWTCJK6j7AgFsOkj4xQUCS4tbtFKBTmNUvACCxyWUxw1m8BED_uKQ69Qb6PAS1LinEWv6s/s640/tumblr_lp7lz1KSLS1qdlmheo1_500.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><br /><br />"Media Person"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Green to feel blue?<br />Is your vision purely golden?<br />Is your humour black or olden?<br />Do you find you're getting yellow?<br />Though you know you're in the red dread,<br />red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red.<br /><br />I'm your media friend.<br />Transparent so close friend.<br /><br />Are you green to feel blue?<br />Is your vision purely golden?<br />Is your humour black or olden?<br />Do you find you're getting yellow?<br />Though you know you're in the red dread,<br />red dread, red dread, red.<br /><br />I'm your media friend.<br />Around the clock religion.<br /><br />Green to feel blue?<br />Is your vision purely golden?<br />Is your humour black or olden?<br />Do you find you're getting yellow?<br />Though you know you're in the red dread,<br />red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red dread, red<br /><br />I'm your media friend.<br />With you to the rainbow end.<br />Green to feel blue.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ie2AE4s3NrwMOF9x7abR2uals7tQIbMvRcX-I8xilVBqVLa3taz0K9joYIPIX7ImvX96sgfiWl7jSpsC4_vtaMh0c2f8hfxLEw-JdOHidIxRvnqb557uJSHr4EnAW21_sKHb_Yk9jX8/s1600/34334344343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ie2AE4s3NrwMOF9x7abR2uals7tQIbMvRcX-I8xilVBqVLa3taz0K9joYIPIX7ImvX96sgfiWl7jSpsC4_vtaMh0c2f8hfxLEw-JdOHidIxRvnqb557uJSHr4EnAW21_sKHb_Yk9jX8/s1600/34334344343.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Him Hymn"</div><br /><br />For fifty-four years he worked hard<br />on five foul factory flaws.<br />Boredom ranking low on his list of fears<br />though they say his tears they cried dry tears.<br /><br />He's no teenager.<br />He's a real neat rager.<br /><br />He's got trust encrust in lust<br />Though his high finance is low low low.<br />He may look like a heavy metal dealer,<br />But out on the road he's a true free wheeler.<br /><br />He is an Buddhist saviour.<br />He is an christian aider.<br /><br />He is a Buddhist saviour.<br />He is a christian aider.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdyxprEnwqLDGnsqCOFfaTAhTY21acyeo6jIIwjoyQkyjhzX1Wf3V2NUQZmEwR9WVAqoOyNN33lI7c5_8oMNAfsgTwa9Ns26ZXVncoK8i4vavOX0oVOi8VGJHyELRSwMjtlwzr__ly80/s1600/768787878887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdyxprEnwqLDGnsqCOFfaTAhTY21acyeo6jIIwjoyQkyjhzX1Wf3V2NUQZmEwR9WVAqoOyNN33lI7c5_8oMNAfsgTwa9Ns26ZXVncoK8i4vavOX0oVOi8VGJHyELRSwMjtlwzr__ly80/s1600/768787878887.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Blind Dogs"</div><br /><br />The unseeing eyes of the blinded pupils.<br />Unseeing guidance, the lead of the blind dogs.<br />Token gestures from life-long investors.<br />Questions only for those who question.<br /><br />A vicious circle of passive acceptance.<br />Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.<br /><br />Prevention by convention of infantile dissension.<br />Creates a self-sufficient form of self oppression.<br />Numbing of awareness, a craving to be led.<br />The image of a hero planted in your head.<br /><br />A vicious circle of passive acceptance.<br />Passive acceptance of a vicious circle.<br />Questions only for those who question<br />The lead of the blind dogs, dogs of war.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircQiUvE4gsp3WzcE42riJIzV8BI4dCQkL6Ciyx6s0mTI4sRC4Knx-V8bKTi67XGjCd6O7kcOuaCr9CcYRwEXVrUwt3DRMtRtZz7bz2eGUC3M99TY1pw20ZxfFeMulFoQtlCS0mSCZ0Cw/s1600/455555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircQiUvE4gsp3WzcE42riJIzV8BI4dCQkL6Ciyx6s0mTI4sRC4Knx-V8bKTi67XGjCd6O7kcOuaCr9CcYRwEXVrUwt3DRMtRtZz7bz2eGUC3M99TY1pw20ZxfFeMulFoQtlCS0mSCZ0Cw/s1600/455555.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"B-Ward"</div><div><br /></div><br />Discord in b-ward a cliche never bored.<br />Discord in b-ward siggy siggy siggy fraud?<br />Discord in b-ward a goal that's never scored.<br />Discord in b-ward excruciating smell hell!<br /><br />Discord in b-ward just trust in your lord.<br />Discord in b-ward eaten not gnawed.<br />Discord in b-ward good deeds fast flawed.<br />Discord in b-ward occupants over-awed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfgNenExn7jTFdqiKuFHigaC5szzx1aZSxPMjrVg17U3C5n4LPmWr1DsDiz6RVVu6iAZB1HzAzFl1naHF5721-xreHYzYXtRqM48e2dplH0azZo_eBam2anKINZpMZ7lUpVv8Sx4V13h0/s1600/566767676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfgNenExn7jTFdqiKuFHigaC5szzx1aZSxPMjrVg17U3C5n4LPmWr1DsDiz6RVVu6iAZB1HzAzFl1naHF5721-xreHYzYXtRqM48e2dplH0azZo_eBam2anKINZpMZ7lUpVv8Sx4V13h0/s1600/566767676.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Crazy Train"<br /><br /><br />Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.<br />Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.<br />Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.<br />Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.<br /><br />Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.<br />Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.<br /><br />Crazy, crazy chain we're strung up again.<br />Umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane.<br />Crazy, crazy chain gagged & bound inane.<br />Crazy, crazy chain label underachieve & plain.<br /><br />Black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap.<br />Fetish worship motivation life-span trap.<br /><br />Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy chain!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOg7ujhzI_ixb-oAnOmURu-mbDyUrVmk8ODBY-I_hClDjLti3cwtoPKGnQXmDfhFgMEgfKuYRlJaDjajjlOb500TnVugYHG9ENJ2449tZr7eJiN_bWQ600TujFK-X6HYhkXbgIV48364/s1600/9009090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLOg7ujhzI_ixb-oAnOmURu-mbDyUrVmk8ODBY-I_hClDjLti3cwtoPKGnQXmDfhFgMEgfKuYRlJaDjajjlOb500TnVugYHG9ENJ2449tZr7eJiN_bWQ600TujFK-X6HYhkXbgIV48364/s640/9009090.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Gardener"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>In the garden the roses have no thorns.<br />the growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm,<br />Immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever peace and charm.<br /><br />Forever peace and charm.<br /><div>Forever peace and charm. </div><div>Forever peace and charm.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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the real testament<br />to the truth of the god your bible represents.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLj3e0MSh66N0r7RV-htRB2x8nsgpkQ9KsiUKdPDMo9swFK7x9JvLs05ifh5q3OezUGjxyYvz3cxbUgBezGd8Ny0q-ObvkAjljPML2SQc1kLwFhm2sDPR6YVRDF7hq7-T6lEToLhng4Ek/s1600/R-380836-1164668751.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLj3e0MSh66N0r7RV-htRB2x8nsgpkQ9KsiUKdPDMo9swFK7x9JvLs05ifh5q3OezUGjxyYvz3cxbUgBezGd8Ny0q-ObvkAjljPML2SQc1kLwFhm2sDPR6YVRDF7hq7-T6lEToLhng4Ek/s1600/R-380836-1164668751.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Cosmetic Plague"<br /><br /><br />Being honest is no means of survival.</div><div>avoid your inner-feelings like the plague.<br />This is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accommodate.</div><div><br /></div><div>But things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind.<br />The barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define.<br /><br />In a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense,<br />But no-one's really gaining when perpetual conflict's the result of our relationships based on pretense.<br />We don't need this cultural cosmetic division </div><div>it upholds the self-interest on which the system feeds,<br />A deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect</div><div>is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_IyGrDabM2d1SM4eX6lneCY9i5pqMcvr2d3bSKY2eBSdOFyvGruXhkFA4ARu3TsL6rAtvHhf9sA4XoU5hcpe28fSIUH_2pFBaK9VMvmxzf9bjRdUTwjgJEnXSnDH6NhzQGPv_Qsj9Os/s1600/56655665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_IyGrDabM2d1SM4eX6lneCY9i5pqMcvr2d3bSKY2eBSdOFyvGruXhkFA4ARu3TsL6rAtvHhf9sA4XoU5hcpe28fSIUH_2pFBaK9VMvmxzf9bjRdUTwjgJEnXSnDH6NhzQGPv_Qsj9Os/s1600/56655665.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Subdued Violence"</div><br /><br />Let's find someone we can blame it all on.<br />Someone so stupid they can't see.<br />Pull out each hair one by one,<br />By three sick old frail worm, claustrophobia.<br />Suck suck suck, suck the puss holes dry.<br />Hate noise, hate you, acrophobia.<br />Punch kapow now, how bang down the door.<br />Mediocre idiocy, harlequin acting girl.<br /><br />Dreams could be the root of a passable growth.<br />Treated as a child, how are children treated.<br />Broken arms, broken brains it's not a bit funny.<br />Minor dramas, minor life, closed mind.<br />Case history, pretension mystery<br />Don't mention it pathetic past.<br />Future forever future for never white.<br />Feather apprenticed weather seller.<br />Fight for light and you'll get dark.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijq0kuuqxohdn5FpgezqpC18quT4-g8j0Nno1wiRf4FkwG5SXloyDPNikRzldC0INYM7_aL8-V5FDhVn9y9IAqoZEFa9-jvReTCbM8fAhf81pmenGTNaN5UCrjo6VOIZshr8ybZTBiLAc/s1600/img812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijq0kuuqxohdn5FpgezqpC18quT4-g8j0Nno1wiRf4FkwG5SXloyDPNikRzldC0INYM7_aL8-V5FDhVn9y9IAqoZEFa9-jvReTCbM8fAhf81pmenGTNaN5UCrjo6VOIZshr8ybZTBiLAc/s1600/img812.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Only Human"</div><br /><br />Hey you!<br /><div>Yeah you! </div><div><br />You're the only human everyone's an alien.<br />Save you, save you.</div><div><br />We're malevolent, malignant, tumours sucking on your body.<br />Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.<br />Preying on your mind never mind, never mind.<br /><br />Dissecting your soul, spirit, being or whatever.<br />Put your brain,<br />we've your whole life videoed.<br />Your womb, sub-life, childhood, adolescence, adulthood, old age.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNExDcutYA_-rX07OG_WGLSXH8uCKk-mYxXzBIeT4QTjSW3-pcpF4FZuDk3pxFdg5EMCWDbf_Eav3ICAsKtL6-LhmbnrP9CXTflROJwMj288Ln6LSY58i8q9dL1yQEV1Bz1c9xlouxWI/s1600/R-380836-1308814473.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZNExDcutYA_-rX07OG_WGLSXH8uCKk-mYxXzBIeT4QTjSW3-pcpF4FZuDk3pxFdg5EMCWDbf_Eav3ICAsKtL6-LhmbnrP9CXTflROJwMj288Ln6LSY58i8q9dL1yQEV1Bz1c9xlouxWI/s640/R-380836-1308814473.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Bile Ball"</div><br /><br />A stagnant pool of bile contains as much interest...<br />...As the bible.<br /><div><br />and is much less harmful,<br />and is much more helpful,<br />and is much more reverend,<br />and is much more irreverent,<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFZD_JtLSiPyW9_N2aUcxrPOClR4FsMkwSIpIGS0pJHdqHOvE6t6SzZbZjIPPseTroIkevUE8lVQjHiggnWrlUzLoUBnr_A70ePWKdcnw1wnbmtI107kCNiMPX7Xj1AYDtWsICCmRU_A/s1600/565665656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFZD_JtLSiPyW9_N2aUcxrPOClR4FsMkwSIpIGS0pJHdqHOvE6t6SzZbZjIPPseTroIkevUE8lVQjHiggnWrlUzLoUBnr_A70ePWKdcnw1wnbmtI107kCNiMPX7Xj1AYDtWsICCmRU_A/s1600/565665656.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Farce"</div><br /><br />She is such a pretty girl,<br />Her shape fits well into a mould.<br />Her mind removed, her body's sold,<br />She does exactly what she's told.<br />And he is such a brave young man,<br />If his brain can't then violence can.<br />His mind was drained since life began<br />of the compassion he once had.<br /><br />Why go on living in the past?<br />We just uphold the sexual farce.<br />Past is past, is past, is farce.<br />Why go on living in the past?<br /><br />If air to breathe is hard to find<br />In her tight mould she doesn't mind.<br />She fits in well, she's one of a kind<br />Her processed mind upholds the lies.<br />And he in turn plays out the part,<br />We tempted him with from the start.<br />And she in turn plays out the part<br />Dictated to her by the past.<br /><br />Why go on living in the past?<br />We just uphold the sexual farce.<br />Past is past, is past, is farce.<br />Why go on living in the past?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7CbpWD_Rs7PkkyyOrPfk7kUjhVNfn99IG6NsCF-3dKLEzfiiS8XxX7Uk9h-800bZ2DKZyMuvyzh7Z6Ezl6lktgtEOQWUv7OC6KrObejrXDiee6MkWpLRabnKIcPJrC23o4DoAPoRhO8/s1600/888889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7CbpWD_Rs7PkkyyOrPfk7kUjhVNfn99IG6NsCF-3dKLEzfiiS8XxX7Uk9h-800bZ2DKZyMuvyzh7Z6Ezl6lktgtEOQWUv7OC6KrObejrXDiee6MkWpLRabnKIcPJrC23o4DoAPoRhO8/s320/888889.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Bloody Jellies"<br /><br /><br />There will be no coffins<br />When you and I die.<br />No consecrated ground.<br />A sin to end all sins,<br />and angels with scorched wings,<br />and if the thought of this stings.<br />Sorry god there's no coffins,<br />Just bloody jellies.<br />No coffins,<br />Just bloody jellies.<br /><br />Glance at the nice town.<br />See the war plan it owns.<br />There will be mass graves,<br />So I want my death-grant<br />30 pounds in advance.<br />Buy now, don't leave to chance.<br />At least it's the final kill<br /><br />No coffins,<br />Just bloody jellies.<br />No coffins,<br />Just bloody jellies.<br /><br />This, their creation<br />To purify the planet.<br />A new beginning.<br />No, it's not destruction.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfU6YKI635u_rQNMYyXQt0nONZ-Kg2WIWGoO80eRdb2_uWSNMFx1EDl6sjREvfCVkM2GMyFbP25aXU3Emj6qROu-ZWu3wK2eQ1rBS7dMyfiMI9ssUOfRqYH1w4h2sIFbJcl4qzMLk4jM/s1600/456645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfU6YKI635u_rQNMYyXQt0nONZ-Kg2WIWGoO80eRdb2_uWSNMFx1EDl6sjREvfCVkM2GMyFbP25aXU3Emj6qROu-ZWu3wK2eQ1rBS7dMyfiMI9ssUOfRqYH1w4h2sIFbJcl4qzMLk4jM/s640/456645.jpg" width="622" /></a></div><div><br /><div>"Mice Race"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Dawn breaks but it isn't a new day.<br />Men like sheep, women like mice,<br />all caught in the rat race.<br />Take a closer look at what's going on today.<br />Are you really justified in having nothing to say?<br />Are you really justified in having nothing to say?<br />Are you not aware of a feeling of humiliation?<br />Don't you have to sell yourself and keep on saying "Sir"?<br />Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?<br /><br />Conditioned from the start and controlled from all directions.<br />Swamped by a normality that mustn't be questioned.<br />Ignorance is only a form of self-deception.<br />Are you really justified in having nothing to say?<br />Are you really justified in having nothing to say?<br />Take a closer look at what's going on today.<br />Are you really satisfied that every thing's O.K.?<br />Cos perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!<br />Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!<br />Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!<br />Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!<br />Perhaps after all too much thinking doesn't pay!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0JP0R9zftrbR1bmK93MldstYL7wKSEc1nHQw3SpYj2tmoCjgH0q4u6fA4DOAHXDZmxoq-_qgx5ZBlIHieasTLNlzGK0kYtOLVoeVMGigYUj7r8hMqmczomliw0Bn0nnzdlNEzbP2fuA/s1600/34534534434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="620" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0JP0R9zftrbR1bmK93MldstYL7wKSEc1nHQw3SpYj2tmoCjgH0q4u6fA4DOAHXDZmxoq-_qgx5ZBlIHieasTLNlzGK0kYtOLVoeVMGigYUj7r8hMqmczomliw0Bn0nnzdlNEzbP2fuA/s640/34534534434.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Defined by Age"</div><br /><br />The gap between<br /><div>young and old<br />Exists because</div><div>it's what we're told.<br />The older generation or the youth of today.<br />Views and actions </div><div>defined by age.<br />Defined by age. </div><div>Defined by age.<br /><br />The complacency </div><div>of middle age.<br />False dignity, </div><div>moral outrage.<br />Is just the same </div><div>as the teenage rebel pose.<br />Another source </div><div>of money making. </div><div><br />Exploitation.</div><div>Manipulation. </div><div><br />A gap is nothing, </div><div>an empty space.<br />In your mind, </div><div>defined by age.<br />Fill the space.</div><div>Defined by age.<br />Fill the space.</div><div>Defined by age.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9nb6pSO8h5fPyffftALWGckGbURAZj5xtD_iaP_JU_jNs0rPQuJAQTk7EfMUGvda1bFFzaeLAMHZCX570OpATgKxSjD-CQu8qN3Y46SVZJV2StEsZfg7jroAzfR9TCD3aQSzubSYj-U/s1600/R-369963-1271649673.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9nb6pSO8h5fPyffftALWGckGbURAZj5xtD_iaP_JU_jNs0rPQuJAQTk7EfMUGvda1bFFzaeLAMHZCX570OpATgKxSjD-CQu8qN3Y46SVZJV2StEsZfg7jroAzfR9TCD3aQSzubSYj-U/s640/R-369963-1271649673.jpeg" width="492" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Zero Again"</div><br /><br />The end of the line where zero's the sign.<br />A hole in the mind, deaf, dumb and blind.<br />Nothing to cry not even an eye.<br />Zero again, the end of no end.<br /><br />A vacant space lacks a familiar face.<br />An unknown face finds a vacant space.<br />The memory killed by a hole soon filled.<br />Zero again there remain no remains.<br /><br />Death has begun and Jesus loves no-one</div><div>No-one.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMoXAROeDc6aUjksgmhlaZhnePvEuu-Jt5-8-lAQQTTyaOxDWiUwN6XhNOxwopW1LYw4WrRKHL71bYB9PwA_GaB071K3QAQSZTzW1PDcxT37TUKpj16A69I6fJJhQ9jWOYLEX8jhViSU/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMoXAROeDc6aUjksgmhlaZhnePvEuu-Jt5-8-lAQQTTyaOxDWiUwN6XhNOxwopW1LYw4WrRKHL71bYB9PwA_GaB071K3QAQSZTzW1PDcxT37TUKpj16A69I6fJJhQ9jWOYLEX8jhViSU/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"1/4 Dead"<br /><br />Three quarters of the world are starving.<br />Three quarters of the world are starving.<br />The rest are Dead.<br />The rest are Dead.<br /><br />Overdosed on insensitivity,<br />all varnished to crosses.<br />Overdosed on insensitivity,<br />all varnished to crosses.</div><div><br />Three quarters of the world are starving.<br />Three quarters of the world are starving.<br />The rest are Dead.<br />The rest are Dead.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKUUHyYbxqcv0sp4ZVFSzW0CLd7y37Q__VaL1kFs0ycJzvCKSzEg41AgTJziAg4uE2Y3WvuBknIS2RcEy5-PqZ1sWhHIHNiflCjOqtlZX1wnuDSp0GsAQJ6JcC1RsJhDtmC-08ZOjafs/s1600/2322332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKUUHyYbxqcv0sp4ZVFSzW0CLd7y37Q__VaL1kFs0ycJzvCKSzEg41AgTJziAg4uE2Y3WvuBknIS2RcEy5-PqZ1sWhHIHNiflCjOqtlZX1wnuDSp0GsAQJ6JcC1RsJhDtmC-08ZOjafs/s640/2322332.jpg" width="496" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Blissful Myth"</div><br /><br />It's Escapist shit of a feeble kind.<br />A fucked up institution for fucked up minds.<br />Holy Matrimony is a Blissful Myth.<br />Wholly based on tradition, wholly based on bullshit.<br /><br />think you love each other, think youre so in touch,<br />but its the shit institution you love so much.</div><div><br /></div><div>You love so much.</div><div>You love so much.</div><div>You love so much.</div><div>You love so much.<br /><br />Is your caring so stifled, so Perverted and Sick?<br />That you need vowes and Duties so that it won't Slip?<br />You make your love secure but what of respect?<br />Does it only exist as another truth to forget?<br />So your limited caring is the best you can give.<br />Smeared with lies and traditions behind which you live.<br />Holy matrimony is a Blissful myth.<br />Wholly based on tradition Wholly based on bullshit. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBYSZG8nsq8t_9RZUL_ajZxuhlM3K-HLggl_wRlDS82wzQ5TQDrKH3AxoO0AkkUs1ku9ZkaCBgjdPNRLF8P1RUnZDLcth4AjBvNO28Vo3nEa35Zpf6ckFL7FRw2nUUe3XrdXyJJSUygY/s1600/452534534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBYSZG8nsq8t_9RZUL_ajZxuhlM3K-HLggl_wRlDS82wzQ5TQDrKH3AxoO0AkkUs1ku9ZkaCBgjdPNRLF8P1RUnZDLcth4AjBvNO28Vo3nEa35Zpf6ckFL7FRw2nUUe3XrdXyJJSUygY/s1600/452534534.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Psycho Squat"</div><div><br /></div><br />Couldn't stand Dummy and Maddy no More.<br />Thats why<br /><div>I had to go to the </div><div>psycho, </div><div>psycho Squat.</div><div><br />Now the Fleas carry blood around my Body.</div><div>?????<br />The winning Spiel goes round and Round.<br />The mass Debate Never ends.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrWxaJI9iVqxGs1ydSpnh-dICongxelObl-mcwoxV0Nva-Uc9BZP9wJxotQZWhSc1eqTFNnoNI6XfwCGVtpA5pcd8OYvWonTWx_MiIV2bmmYFcTR-W9md57NGvc7TaUWHxr7hJovZ1mY/s1600/56664664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrWxaJI9iVqxGs1ydSpnh-dICongxelObl-mcwoxV0Nva-Uc9BZP9wJxotQZWhSc1eqTFNnoNI6XfwCGVtpA5pcd8OYvWonTWx_MiIV2bmmYFcTR-W9md57NGvc7TaUWHxr7hJovZ1mY/s1600/56664664.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Rotten to the Core"</div><br /><br />Have you Realised that Rock Stars<br />always seem to lie so much?<br />John Lydon once said he cared,<br />but he never really gave a fuck.<br />Said he'd use the money he made<br />So that people would have somewhere to go,<br />but now he lives in the U.S.A.,<br />and Snorts Coke after the Show.<br /><br />Why is it that Rock Stars<br />always seem to lie so much?<br />Joe Strummer once said he cared,<br />but he never really gave a fuck.<br />Said he'd use the money he made<br />to set up a radio station to make the<br />Airwaves full of something more than Shit.<br />Have you noticed we're still Waiting?<br /><br />You must realise that Rock Stars<br />always seem to lie so much.<br />Some will always tell you that they care,<br />but they don't really give a fuck.<br />Still you suckers don't ever learn<br />that rock stars deal in money not truth.<br />It's good Buisiness to exploit you.<br />Just look at Lydon or Strummer for Proof.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqUQrm4u4LB5O3XeIVIQ_Pcz0AyaRI9Oacem_RRTzwxx3DDlLlcaYbdoBbCiITaItPTODOndxKi3m3y6dmOCpYFVK4-_qFC5kl2gfN3wn2F4eOdky5B53NZDlf6OAQhSTDiyfLblERvk/s1600/R-380829-1287398649.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRqUQrm4u4LB5O3XeIVIQ_Pcz0AyaRI9Oacem_RRTzwxx3DDlLlcaYbdoBbCiITaItPTODOndxKi3m3y6dmOCpYFVK4-_qFC5kl2gfN3wn2F4eOdky5B53NZDlf6OAQhSTDiyfLblERvk/s1600/R-380829-1287398649.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Poppy Cock"</div><div><br /></div><br />Poppies are the Opium of the People.<br />You prefer poppies to people.<br />You take pride in Genocide.<br />There are no poppies in the U.S.A.<br />There are no poppies in the U.S.S.R.<br />Poppy monopoly in the U.K.<br />Poppy Monopoly O.K.<br />Poppies are the opium of the people.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoEb4b1Zsb3X0b5tTbypkay8Nfd6Yv_r5pFJqWJz4evee5MmBk054jqVIUAJsFw2Z6lHTa3yNj6T9toYzITtiCEJAnUyead7YbwLjYh9pGy1k06lVeQkvGRG7FFYNN9_USwGg322Rp-Y/s1600/3333333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoEb4b1Zsb3X0b5tTbypkay8Nfd6Yv_r5pFJqWJz4evee5MmBk054jqVIUAJsFw2Z6lHTa3yNj6T9toYzITtiCEJAnUyead7YbwLjYh9pGy1k06lVeQkvGRG7FFYNN9_USwGg322Rp-Y/s640/3333333.jpg" width="517" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Cosmic Hearse"</div><br /><br />Floating round the universe.<br />Fucking in our cosmic hearse.<br />You know time don't ever end.<br />Can't evade those dead zen men.<br />You're the meat in Big Buddhas Dinner.<br />One day you'll eat us all up too.<br />One day is now.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYQp61iCTdEK792fprDyNJVw9iRM27cro9eDi3H1adJpNkS88crES3zOsOn5xK7KakvprgzEsxVI65KuYAOE2W5oYZ4Z1Fv71AnogA4Pn7kFu7i07Mdr9ilqDdhYBsxSOzyXF-EkKIk/s1600/34434444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYQp61iCTdEK792fprDyNJVw9iRM27cro9eDi3H1adJpNkS88crES3zOsOn5xK7KakvprgzEsxVI65KuYAOE2W5oYZ4Z1Fv71AnogA4Pn7kFu7i07Mdr9ilqDdhYBsxSOzyXF-EkKIk/s1600/34434444.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Cloud Song"</div><br /><br />The Black Cloud gathers smothers my brain<br />as I cry another tear in this struggle of Pain.<br />Another hurdle to clear, is it all the same?<br />Is the conquest of pain my only aim?<br /><br />The pain has got to stop, it's eating into me.<br />My apathy upholds this misery.<br />this hatred for myself will destroy me.<br />If I don't to give it the love it needs<br /><br />Have you ever realized you must love Yourself?<br />If you don't, then can you love anybody else?<br />Nobody can reach you through your personal hell.<br />You'll just eat yourself away in your tortured shell.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BCWtr06kKIIxuNyZWIjzerm9E79hgnmkiObc2-x-27eE_aL23aRri_NQOeuEsowYe1yB64XrwRxDmPNmv5uyuikoxuL1IE24muYI0OMDFXsrFELuc8y6vNvVoN7LMbV2V1EfIWLZjEY/s1600/5667777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7BCWtr06kKIIxuNyZWIjzerm9E79hgnmkiObc2-x-27eE_aL23aRri_NQOeuEsowYe1yB64XrwRxDmPNmv5uyuikoxuL1IE24muYI0OMDFXsrFELuc8y6vNvVoN7LMbV2V1EfIWLZjEY/s1600/5667777.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Vampirestate Building"</div><div><br /></div><br />What's that festering Grotesque<br />Over there in a<br />Wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair, wheelchair?<br /><div><br /></div><div>??????</div><div><br /></div><div>Stifled in a Straitjacket<br />Self inflicted Safety pin Wounds, wounds, wounds, wounds.<br /><br />is it Punkoid? Devoid? Schizoid? Mumbling?</div><div>Mumbling. Mumbling, mumbling, mumbling.</div><div><br />Vampire state building is crumbling, is Crumbling, is Crumbling.</div><div>Crumbling, crumbling, crumbling, crumbling.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vampire State building is crumbling, is crumbling, is.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3mUEFVZdgoRkqgXLMgpKcjqP2X_RduC1Tz1Ow6yOgnxiT0OSs8xiRPKHLnugffKa0nA2aOTQ8drhJOrSXS0vTtygKwC4txayiEwB57NKHBwgCVZZ1b_TYevzfk4RClNsHcjRfOudTUQ/s1600/7986868968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3mUEFVZdgoRkqgXLMgpKcjqP2X_RduC1Tz1Ow6yOgnxiT0OSs8xiRPKHLnugffKa0nA2aOTQ8drhJOrSXS0vTtygKwC4txayiEwB57NKHBwgCVZZ1b_TYevzfk4RClNsHcjRfOudTUQ/s640/7986868968.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Blasphemy Squad"</div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br />Blasphemy squad. </div><div>Thriving on hate, </div><div>in the warfare state, </div><div>like piss in a pod.</div><div><br /></div><div>Never forget. Never ever forgive. </div><div>Wash your mouth out with pope.</div><div>Death love god squad. </div><div>and the babies of christ, </div><div>pin you all down, </div><div>in their burial mound.</div><div><br /></div><div>Never forget. Never ever forgive.</div><div>Wash your mouth out with pope. </div><div>No need to feed</div><div>from Corpus Christi. </div><div>No need to cower.</div><div>inside you's the power.</div><div><br /></div><div>Never forget. Never ever forgive.</div><div>Wash your mouth out with pope. </div><div>Hairy white mouse.</div><div>and the rubber arch bish, </div><div>the crazed entourage, </div><div>their immoral barrage, </div><div>they censored this line with a brick through my head, </div><div>washed my mouth out with pope. </div><div><br /></div><div>Blasphemy Squad.</div><div>Blasphemy Squad.</div><div>Blasphemy Squad.</div><div>Blasphemy Squad.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFG_cbpkivlry4s75dReMc91a7ywUxndsqfAAdbGPOvuL1duMLSQc7-kL2mHBRqcaGWsUSPSlrziXmkYSBWl9yE3rGPOLUSM0pYgWTxuLm20omMHUEi4fjFK3tNAV3ClCRI8x86jxYYyU/s1600/6777777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFG_cbpkivlry4s75dReMc91a7ywUxndsqfAAdbGPOvuL1duMLSQc7-kL2mHBRqcaGWsUSPSlrziXmkYSBWl9yE3rGPOLUSM0pYgWTxuLm20omMHUEi4fjFK3tNAV3ClCRI8x86jxYYyU/s1600/6777777.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"When you are a Martian Church"</div><div><br /></div><br />When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div><br /></div><div>When the dust has settled, </div><div>and you're born again, </div><div>maybe as a martian church, </div><div>maybe then you'll see.</div><div>That your reality, </div><div>was squashed into banality.</div><div>Squashed into banality.</div><div>Squashed into banality.</div><div><br /></div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div>When you are a martian church.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ayxV8CIzskJsY4PznUxv1j0ZENg7yJFzvvtKSCU2twVJzfw40s7lt9yrtjvoyn_NoFZPsOXlNwwf0I8Ks33diopx33S6GAs8tuWBbJ0gz9JxY2UecqrjPmiGQRMttyIB6SIOKiVECho/s1600/23212312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ayxV8CIzskJsY4PznUxv1j0ZENg7yJFzvvtKSCU2twVJzfw40s7lt9yrtjvoyn_NoFZPsOXlNwwf0I8Ks33diopx33S6GAs8tuWBbJ0gz9JxY2UecqrjPmiGQRMttyIB6SIOKiVECho/s1600/23212312.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Pig in a Blanket"</div><div><br /></div><br />I tell you about the animals. </div><div>How they suffer how they die.</div><div>You try to hide guilty doubt</div><div>from me with an appeasing smile.</div><div>You never want responsibility </div><div>for this murderous cruelty, </div><div>the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies. </div><div>You won't let your conscience see. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ask yourself what makes you want this. </div><div>Torn ripped flesh so desperately. </div><div>Are you worthy of having this suffering </div><div>brought about to fuel your greed?</div><div>Not satisfied with killing animals? </div><div>You're killing millions of people as well, </div><div>as the numbers increase of those dying </div><div>in your man made 3rd world hell. </div><div><br /></div><div>Millions dying all the time. </div><div>locked in your abbatoir of greed, </div><div>whilst you destroy them and yourself </div><div>by taking much more than you need. </div><div>There is no justice in this death. </div><div>No illusion i'll let you hide behind. </div><div>The tradition you use to hide animal murder</div><div>is nothing but a thin disguise. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiye9yPka8AajxEy9he6C9D7NA9kN_4PVZ0rUPRV05pVdS9KUhmzf6v9I_9nd5nfl89RsHBfQkLIUVpbQz46wfCntyJ5ZyhU1zQKn25k0DwBnyIgjhLxc00dYUFhArY55UhTsutumGJjrQ/s1600/12345678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiye9yPka8AajxEy9he6C9D7NA9kN_4PVZ0rUPRV05pVdS9KUhmzf6v9I_9nd5nfl89RsHBfQkLIUVpbQz46wfCntyJ5ZyhU1zQKn25k0DwBnyIgjhLxc00dYUFhArY55UhTsutumGJjrQ/s640/12345678.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Inside"</div><div><br /></div><br />No longer want to listen to your insane lies, </div><div>or call for the blood of those who've died, </div><div>or lust for the tears of another to be cried. </div><div>No longer want to suffer this pain inside. </div><div><br /></div><div>No longer feel the need to crush all in sight, </div><div>or play any part in a cruel and bitter fight</div><div>to maintain a blood stained curse of pride, </div><div>no longer want to suffer this pain inside. </div><div><br /></div><div>No longer want to suffer this pain inside.</div><div>No longer want to suffer this pain inside. </div><div>No longer want to suffer this pain inside. </div><div>No longer want to suffer this pain inside. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsKI_aoz2IE15UBpLNJIrORQrqiV9e16Mcqsz0HJFMIiwurUJCwMKZD8FGdp3d1_nQHJV0jjCyhZKOZmWskVh8lNKSdXdn5N_mYXB2nU42N4Qs06K6iIpL6JgPFcNgmsmqFr1GKAbUNM/s1600/566767878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsKI_aoz2IE15UBpLNJIrORQrqiV9e16Mcqsz0HJFMIiwurUJCwMKZD8FGdp3d1_nQHJV0jjCyhZKOZmWskVh8lNKSdXdn5N_mYXB2nU42N4Qs06K6iIpL6JgPFcNgmsmqFr1GKAbUNM/s640/566767878.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Nothing but a Nightmare"</div><div><br /></div><br />What's the point of living in your mindless life?<br />What's the point of living in your mindless life?<br />What's the point of dying in your mindless death?<br />What's the point of living in your lifeless mind?<br /><br /><br />Have you ever even had the thought of thinking, </div><div>or is it you're just ignorant and ignorant? </div><div>Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? </div><div>Pathetic fool trapped inside your skull.</div><div><br /></div><div>The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live</div><div> is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given.</div><div>You're too scared to face yourself.</div><div>You're too scared to face yourself,</div><div>so you're too scared to please yourself.</div><div>Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare.</div><div>Nothing but a nightmare. </div><div>Nothing but a nightmare. </div><div>Nothing but a nightmare. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT2UPmjTz2HlD4LKQ3ULCBc8FdNu7og26Csnmu3H9FUwwK9pEomvvUqiDG4wmE874ZG-Ii4c-j_-p8SD3l3uJJCRd5VYDFx3aMOTHSXTHyxd_G8XajhxOp_yBrXLHRjqq07P7dfEUIuU/s1600/675756756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaT2UPmjTz2HlD4LKQ3ULCBc8FdNu7og26Csnmu3H9FUwwK9pEomvvUqiDG4wmE874ZG-Ii4c-j_-p8SD3l3uJJCRd5VYDFx3aMOTHSXTHyxd_G8XajhxOp_yBrXLHRjqq07P7dfEUIuU/s640/675756756.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Flesh Crucifix"</div><div><br /></div><br />Carnivores are like tombstones. </div><div>Cremating animal carcasses, </div><div>creating animal shit coffins.</div><div>Carnivores are like tombstones. </div><div>Carnivores are flesh tombstones. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqu4dLOss-xikaJQYx_k9uQCGuIG4zB5DOx1wUGlPK061yZjiNDQWyY0EcgjVhLMAJY8o7dN21o_ip1k3-Yr5JwGHEAMqNTtxvKXtccceQysUGSbJK2M8d6qdx0agkHChjYtgMzbgP06M/s1600/8998989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqu4dLOss-xikaJQYx_k9uQCGuIG4zB5DOx1wUGlPK061yZjiNDQWyY0EcgjVhLMAJY8o7dN21o_ip1k3-Yr5JwGHEAMqNTtxvKXtccceQysUGSbJK2M8d6qdx0agkHChjYtgMzbgP06M/s640/8998989.jpg" width="603" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Slimy Member"<br /><br /><br />Grind your bones to make their bombs. </div><div>Nothing so slimy as a member, </div><div>or obscene as the prime cut.</div><div>The real chaos merchant. </div><div>Severed head of state. </div><div><br /></div><div>Masters of disasters. </div><div>With jingo and jargon, </div><div>juggling with our jugulars. </div><div>The iron lady cried. </div><div>The people came to see. </div><div><br /></div><div>The rust blow down the street,</div><div><div>nothing so slimy as a member,</div><div>or obscene as the prime cut. </div><div>The real chaos merchant. </div><div>Severed head of state. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>Masters of disasters. </div><div>With jingo and jargon, </div><div>juggling with our jugulars. </div><div>The iron lady cried. </div><div>The people came to see. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeScLSoMSwDzM5e8OaSPjl4y-OcwMYHFjEnbHNAKBms2kj4eQvvZQY7Ctwhqmv45OOeq9oF_7ehddxURRN7cubkwd6hsBgrG9BvQT7_eOCyTFE7qkKE-vXfxhUwbPEp4-n4E7r2CX8FI/s1600/nick_blinko_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeScLSoMSwDzM5e8OaSPjl4y-OcwMYHFjEnbHNAKBms2kj4eQvvZQY7Ctwhqmv45OOeq9oF_7ehddxURRN7cubkwd6hsBgrG9BvQT7_eOCyTFE7qkKE-vXfxhUwbPEp4-n4E7r2CX8FI/s1600/nick_blinko_02.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Love is not"</div><br /><br />Love is not your parents lies, </div><div>it's a myth that they create.</div><div>True expression you're denied.</div><div>In their "love" it has no place.</div><div>Love is not your parents lies.</div><div>Do they really care for you? </div><div>Why then must they hide behind </div><div>duty and guilt that smothers you. </div><div>You.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love is not your parents lies, </div><div>strung up by hostility. </div><div>Never doubt that they're so kind, </div><div>it's a sordid parody. </div><div>Love is not your parents lies. </div><div>Blackmail keeps you in your place. </div><div>You can struggle, you can try, </div><div>but they won't see your real face. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love is not your parents lies, </div><div>but you dare not face this fact. </div><div>Their pretense at paradise, </div><div>keeps you down and holds you back.</div><div>Love is not your parents lies. </div><div>Smash the myth of unquestioned love.</div><div>It's a role they hide behind, </div><div>dumb pretence is not enough.<br /><br />Not Enough.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1yYNCC_rwuyVMfKsGINqiuLOQ6gyAb3lgG7Tz9gfyIBCi7-ZMW4wxT-pAA9BeolhyphenhypheneHTH5zItxPBw9Skvp_ihyphenhypheneO8xVt5msHyqw5gZxWtOh2u0BadC3Y2CA_CnrnpANRNqxPkscziwo/s1600/blinko16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1yYNCC_rwuyVMfKsGINqiuLOQ6gyAb3lgG7Tz9gfyIBCi7-ZMW4wxT-pAA9BeolhyphenhypheneHTH5zItxPBw9Skvp_ihyphenhypheneO8xVt5msHyqw5gZxWtOh2u0BadC3Y2CA_CnrnpANRNqxPkscziwo/s640/blinko16.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>"Radio Schizo"</div><br /><br />Transatlantic, titanic freak shout.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>New empire's devouring old.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>The one's called sane wanna self destruct.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Peoples caught in poison webs.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Chains their brains to the media mains.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Fabel and label, make your tower of babel.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div><br /></div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div>Radio Schizo.</div><div>Radio Schizo. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlASnVeM6F09I3lsYVPLJWvrgpBxB7TpqV7DKDvumdaOMHaS4Q9VD8p0eE8ixuVGRHI4KTtgTpKwXuognUTmW_aBgHS188s6hyRG0v6Bm_aMdLRMc140JjwUebr6gEpAcbj2K0FryP9g/s1600/34344565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlASnVeM6F09I3lsYVPLJWvrgpBxB7TpqV7DKDvumdaOMHaS4Q9VD8p0eE8ixuVGRHI4KTtgTpKwXuognUTmW_aBgHS188s6hyRG0v6Bm_aMdLRMc140JjwUebr6gEpAcbj2K0FryP9g/s640/34344565.jpg" width="334" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Happy Farm"</div><br /><br />As you walk out of the valium of death, </div><div>a sad feeling limps around your brain.</div><div>Funny farmers sowing seeds of discontent.</div><div>Pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins.</div><div>War junkies perish in the wreckage of their brains,</div><div>mind-ward earthlings seek to change our path.</div><div>Stench crawling over the snow, </div><div>bilious bodies terrorized by fastfood sugar demons. </div><div>Unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families, </div><div>meltdown in the melting tin pot boilers.</div><div>Another crutch splinters and snaps.</div><div>Time to heal the split atoms now, </div><div>happy farm. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03cTkQVn40R_8GzlYbZvp6ZQQR8kfVF2ci7lGga9eb6-k7CimsIMl5NwXsi2LupO08PrmHVuTmmFLSgbI0iIC8lVCzQ162sAwHSLN97u2NBYJEDxN9TSC4oqgm8lL4WX0Arxg_IxC2HY/s1600/32323232eeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03cTkQVn40R_8GzlYbZvp6ZQQR8kfVF2ci7lGga9eb6-k7CimsIMl5NwXsi2LupO08PrmHVuTmmFLSgbI0iIC8lVCzQ162sAwHSLN97u2NBYJEDxN9TSC4oqgm8lL4WX0Arxg_IxC2HY/s640/32323232eeee.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Alice Crucifies the Pedophiles"<br /><br /></div><br />Smash cash, smash trash.</div><div>Smash cash, smash trash. </div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not long now to the sub-teen revolution.</div><div>The winding up's gone on too long.</div><div></div><div>Babies bite back </div><div>Babies bite back. </div><div>The babies bite back.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div><div>Smash cash, smash trash. </div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Not long now to the sub-teen revolution. </div><div>The winding up's gone on too long.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Alice crucifies the pedophiles. </div><div>Alice crucifies the pedophiles. </div><div>Alice crucifies the pedophiles. </div><div><br /><div><div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div><div>Smash cash, smash trash. </div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div></div></div><br /><div>not long now to the sub-teen revolution.</div><div>The winding up's gone on too long.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The babies bite back, </div><div>The babies bite back, </div><div>Babies bite back, </div></div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Smash cash, smash trash.</div><div>Smash cash, smash trash. </div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pu6RqCmGXy653Gn2XqntEBBtugwA0gLPhkWDAoVck5v0THelQVmcC9cpaCGvK_EHqxT7CRk7mVd-xLuGdHTshlMpRE6JaG1Zj2rHj9vyAEZVnw3OEuRRFVP-vjoNEtVtsV2f2qaDZ3U/s1600/45235534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pu6RqCmGXy653Gn2XqntEBBtugwA0gLPhkWDAoVck5v0THelQVmcC9cpaCGvK_EHqxT7CRk7mVd-xLuGdHTshlMpRE6JaG1Zj2rHj9vyAEZVnw3OEuRRFVP-vjoNEtVtsV2f2qaDZ3U/s1600/45235534.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Army of Jesus"</div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.</div><div>Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.</div><div><br /></div>Stone the crows</div><div>and fuck the pigs,</div><div>and pass the ammunition </div><div>to Jesus.</div><div><br /></div><div>The holy ghost in mohawk hair has crept in every fucking where.</div><div>Ten tons of the babes foreskin,</div><div>and fifty-thousand skeletons of Jesus. </div><div>Army of Jesus. </div><div>Army of Jesus.</div><div><br /></div><div>Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.</div><div>Drink the blood and eat the flesh he said.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tho' the world ate all your shits, </div><div>they're still allowed to starve. </div><div>The Turin shroud can't cover </div><div>up your evil-smelling cloud. </div><div>deliver us from Jesus</div><div>forever and ever. </div><div>Bloody men. </div><div>Bloody men.</div><div>Bloody men.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEita7y9zn41cjMt9Kggag5kw0XtWuXD74eiOomlUnb6t_mSiSJQPevHJHiKMZg3SO1AREfjvn5s0zSIFGcaRp_mN4a6p4d1pGIyTwgZXGTcbncxxFdlab6rl827PQ-0Iq-Bp2-GgWL0dcg/s1600/67787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEita7y9zn41cjMt9Kggag5kw0XtWuXD74eiOomlUnb6t_mSiSJQPevHJHiKMZg3SO1AREfjvn5s0zSIFGcaRp_mN4a6p4d1pGIyTwgZXGTcbncxxFdlab6rl827PQ-0Iq-Bp2-GgWL0dcg/s640/67787.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Dutch Men"</div><br /><br />1902 inside a British concentration camp,</div><div>Where 20,000 Dutchmen</div><div>including children die. </div><div>Do you feel any pity for these murdered men and women </div><div>who died at the hand of the British Empire?</div><div><br /></div><div>Victims they may have been,</div><div>But innocent they were not.</div><div>They were murderers just the same</div><div>with their own code of hate. </div><div><br /></div><div>These Dutchmen carried rifles,</div><div>went out hunting on horseback,</div><div>delighting in the slaughter</div><div>of a bigger kind of prey. </div><div>taking part </div><div>in the latest wave of genocide, </div><div>they found killing Zulus much more fun than any other game. </div><div><br /></div><div><div>Victims they may have been,</div><div>But innocent they were not.</div><div>They were murderers just the same</div><div>with their own code of hate. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>These Zulu warriors felt so proud</div><div>of all the suffering they had caused.</div><div>Driven to a frenzy by the death hate of tribal wars.</div><div>Bound up by their own morals, </div><div>bigotry, and lies and shit. </div><div>It's just the same in Northern Ireland, Poland and Afghanistan. </div><div>They're just fighting for the right </div><div>to enforce their own oppression. </div><div>Through the bigotry and blindness </div><div>of their moral law. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrvjqJX40WabsBD772ellj7BbOOT15pfmt4fpasubbAQpTd84_mBr2cBKTyaG8t7McjimX6qhWCyXlYQQc7qPDPlyx8tgIzIYnqdlH7GF5gCal2QdxrR3VBSE_z-zmNuMWs4pTBpKNN0/s1600/7777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrvjqJX40WabsBD772ellj7BbOOT15pfmt4fpasubbAQpTd84_mBr2cBKTyaG8t7McjimX6qhWCyXlYQQc7qPDPlyx8tgIzIYnqdlH7GF5gCal2QdxrR3VBSE_z-zmNuMWs4pTBpKNN0/s1600/7777.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />"Nightgaunts"<br /><div><br /></div><br />Hairy flesh impinges from all directions. Somnambulistic ramble around the room huddle in a corner. Giant pink fleshly worm wolf's head round the door. Dark petalled sensitive plants scuttle over carpets. Black statuettes animate square heads firestokers. Skewer me in flame. <br /><br />Paradise lost dore aint no rowboat. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. </div><div>Hellish barb bifid. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.<br />Impossible bat wings. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.<br />They took my father today 1697. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.<br />But science foils our phobias. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. </div><div>Noiseles faceless for faces frighten neighbours. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt,<br />Bloated somnambulitic shoggoths plash. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.<br />Hpl paraphrased ad nauseum. Nightgaunt Nightgaunt. </div><div>Obscene clutch indigestion? gripe? cancer! Nightgaunt Nightgaunt.<br />Recurrent nightnare of death. Nightgaunts Nightgaunts.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LFEQoEsL7JLO6xpWmd1zF0zdCFStzCr3pUr-sqtcK_fJEY1qZArZRa9H90Llntka2NmYRCxUe123iOsvRMnrzhoMtGSHBMpOy1JzyT-99reMtdmgwHLm-mOa58XSDGcMoJrnAo8velo/s1600/232323232322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0LFEQoEsL7JLO6xpWmd1zF0zdCFStzCr3pUr-sqtcK_fJEY1qZArZRa9H90Llntka2NmYRCxUe123iOsvRMnrzhoMtGSHBMpOy1JzyT-99reMtdmgwHLm-mOa58XSDGcMoJrnAo8velo/s400/232323232322.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Horrors in the Museum"</div><br /><br /><div>A muse musing in a museum. </div><div>What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? </div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Fondling the master's skull.</div><div>fondling the master's skull as a child. </div><div>One of his coffin nails</div><div>for one hundred dollars.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>A muse musing in a museum. </div><div>What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? </div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Fondling the master's skull.</div><div>fondling the master's skull as a child. </div><div>One of his coffin nails</div><div>for one hundred dollars.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>A muse musing in a museum. </div><div>What's the use of looking if you don't see 'em? </div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Always just that bit behind glass.</div><div>Fondling the master's skull.</div><div>fondling the master's skull as a child. </div><div>One of his coffin nails</div><div>for one hundred dollars.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Museum Eke out. Who determined the babyish bible's canon? Eschatological countdown Dictionary chewing last generation military messiah political king Gods! O Gawd O Montreal Dead Sea scrolls caco kyrie caco kyrie A low life milk-sop politicalking Cthulhu & Co. HPL the t-shirt, the album. Repeats in dubs the quest of Peni Alienists pretty well dispose of this love business Lovecraft's last orgasm Lovecraft lives in Del Rey books Lovecraft's rock follies Acrobatic adjectives in my own town's Georgian steeples Nonsensical nouns Chrysler Building not Vampire State Puritanical sexuality Horror quelle horreur Eldritch rainbow face She's walking up to the door Atrophy mother of Parliaments You're not such a sensitive plant Stereoscope kaleidoscope periscope pedascope telescope in order to see (Things better. More clearly even those lying far off. Instrument. Tool for Verismus. Microscope magnifier of the miniscule. Even things unseen. Machine implement for Pyagnon) Rudiments of genteel behaviour Hairy wig Yak! You have hit a nerve, Sir. Maze of my minutiae reveals nothing of me Evil eye Dead Penies from heaven deceased materialist Atrophy museum UK Censor ship of fools Relinquish batancy One Semi-unaculturated The blockhead that collected Lovecraft Industrial revolutionaries Corpus cat Story all too prophetic Sir Fred Hoyle's spores Ululator martian alligator Christology milk-sop religion build in a home for the splinters of my heart Kidlet with withering sarcasm<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFw7K2Mpfjyo9h1ko1sz88-9zBTF045-vAw7xaRxzeLYUZcgAzxD4rEpgZ1q5B0LaF5gB05eDuenZWenC8kc22hNKgWq9ytlC1jkiObkETL8zxfXSEZcIqoUNBbiQ7qaW3nsh7g3c_eE/s1600/R-369936-1271647018.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFw7K2Mpfjyo9h1ko1sz88-9zBTF045-vAw7xaRxzeLYUZcgAzxD4rEpgZ1q5B0LaF5gB05eDuenZWenC8kc22hNKgWq9ytlC1jkiObkETL8zxfXSEZcIqoUNBbiQ7qaW3nsh7g3c_eE/s1600/R-369936-1271647018.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Macabre Heritage"</div><div><br /></div><br />Cave art, </div><div>poe, </div><div>book of Enoch, </div><div>poe, </div><div>caviculae of solomon, </div><div>poe, </div><div>phlegon, </div><div>por, </div><div>beowulf, </div><div>poe, </div><div>dante,</div><div>poe, </div><div>mrs. shelley, </div><div>poe, </div><div>poe, </div><div>huysmans, </div><div>poe, </div><div>de la mare, </div><div>poe, </div><div>machen, </div><div>poe, </div><div>dunsany, </div><div>poe, </div><div>m.r. james, </div><div>poe.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XlkkgokzOK9slwpe1D9G1jNUxcCCZNnBgSXW9NbTFL5FhaHvf7ac5I5bnOdBPPKBXi6ajesxYW0aja-Uqjn0Q7rv0dFjw8iKUXTXffxlDDK5Njm5ShiORp1cYzb3_Ba0Zgl9uAI7O1Q/s1600/666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XlkkgokzOK9slwpe1D9G1jNUxcCCZNnBgSXW9NbTFL5FhaHvf7ac5I5bnOdBPPKBXi6ajesxYW0aja-Uqjn0Q7rv0dFjw8iKUXTXffxlDDK5Njm5ShiORp1cYzb3_Ba0Zgl9uAI7O1Q/s1600/666.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Only Child"</div><br /><br />Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. </div><div>I'm the only fucking child there ever was. </div><div>I'm the only fucking child. Adulthood is hell. </div><div>Namby-pamby protracted childhood. </div><div>The only alternative. </div><div>Namby-pamby protracted childhood. </div><div>Earthworks of infantility. </div><div>The facts of life </div><div>cleaned from </div><div>passion-killing. </div><div>anatomical tomes. </div><div>You don't need pot to see Pan. </div><div>You don't need pot to see Pan </div><div>I'm a little girl. </div><div>I'm a little girl.</div><div>I'm a little girl.</div><div>I'm a little girl.</div><div><div>I'm a little girl. </div><div>I'm a little girl. </div><div>I'm a little girl. </div><div>I'm a little girl. </div></div><div>And I formed a dislike </div><div>for killing things. </div><div>which could not fight back, </div><div>Childish and childlike. </div><div>My rocking horses, </div><div>at the head </div><div>of the stairs. </div><div>My rocking hearses. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div><div>I am Providence. </div></div><div>And Providence is me.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm1EUlNG1Q4NVvx4gc-uuJ6j4Eznr7ijxHQlr8GG9pz6sILagG5XmFqc-JznOJzbStHhqDx2VEnUf8E8I5vAv0sjp-bNUIy4HxJ-RGjJH10Zl_MS6GDmIC66KFHBgzPjd_lUooVS18W0/s1600/222232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUm1EUlNG1Q4NVvx4gc-uuJ6j4Eznr7ijxHQlr8GG9pz6sILagG5XmFqc-JznOJzbStHhqDx2VEnUf8E8I5vAv0sjp-bNUIy4HxJ-RGjJH10Zl_MS6GDmIC66KFHBgzPjd_lUooVS18W0/s640/222232.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br />"Architectonic And Dominant"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Flame like sunset.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0MTNdJXd_Ta4_wVpq06rLpFqnIIOvQ7n2F2TXyqEn6czsC_cQYi5CXGcUXd1dk08OWxJkmzUXzuQDzhTEO_uAFnKeq4_M0eKcdlkrB-7ZJqsJhLNfdMCFH5UxOVfWlvK7-DCYYWzPTs/s1600/677776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU0MTNdJXd_Ta4_wVpq06rLpFqnIIOvQ7n2F2TXyqEn6czsC_cQYi5CXGcUXd1dk08OWxJkmzUXzuQDzhTEO_uAFnKeq4_M0eKcdlkrB-7ZJqsJhLNfdMCFH5UxOVfWlvK7-DCYYWzPTs/s1600/677776.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"New Dark Age"</div><br /><br />Hello and welcome to inconclusive arguments in today's conference we have a psychologist, a guru, an athlete, a freak, a scientist, a dictator, an anarchist, a mass murderer, a composer, a human vegetable, and a complete outsider. let's open the discussion with you, er huh what gives? that look of revelation on the athelete's face- the complete outsider is the centre of attention- just what is the human vegetable doing to the psychologist, the freak is eating the mass murderer, o my god terrifying vistas of reality and our position therein are being opened up to us all, this is the worst thing that's happened to mankind and in the studio they've opted for a new dark age but your commentator has gone stark staring mad.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ__2oPQXMhMfJOrHWCGZFMzaqfOfqGf3hWlbnc64kBlz-mDb3PxZVvMF3QwOryliyx2X99EOvgDOQIMXs0JJtKcTV-HLLHbJY2mfR_Tn6oWyfzzfN4pX03YLVsUXbF1C2TBHmEYhscp4/s1600/989696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ__2oPQXMhMfJOrHWCGZFMzaqfOfqGf3hWlbnc64kBlz-mDb3PxZVvMF3QwOryliyx2X99EOvgDOQIMXs0JJtKcTV-HLLHbJY2mfR_Tn6oWyfzzfN4pX03YLVsUXbF1C2TBHmEYhscp4/s1600/989696.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"The Lovecrafts Were Quarreling"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>What! shall th' aspiring blood of lancaster sink in the ground- i thought it would have mounted! see how my sword weeps for the poor king's death. o, may such purple tears be always shed from those that wish the downfall of our house! if any spark of life be yet remaining, down, down to hell, and say i sent thee thither!</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBq7ak_DvXK1F5AsVv-fd0NpFB_1sNJS2Cae8d0TJmBeDD5C7n1f-MXBJNPaGdHbkaP59yasvpAv8yzTeuYYCsq-4SPL1V5GbwqYc_Nr-MEu-xbVUJop6C3Ir3Agzqm8VY5fUl9qeprU/s1600/2342423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBq7ak_DvXK1F5AsVv-fd0NpFB_1sNJS2Cae8d0TJmBeDD5C7n1f-MXBJNPaGdHbkaP59yasvpAv8yzTeuYYCsq-4SPL1V5GbwqYc_Nr-MEu-xbVUJop6C3Ir3Agzqm8VY5fUl9qeprU/s640/2342423.jpg" width="338" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Crazed Couplet"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>Death death.</div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div><div>That is not dead which can eternal lie, </div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div>and with strange aeons even death may die.</div></div><div>Dead death, dead death, death dead! Death dead!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRvVTLG3QfMDAQU09JfHqvMXPClG8gIIM3Y7mZBdfFhsjMwAA85ftjSSmvzM9UgXtmJhB5FuZKvx7AXmNsyY3kpKECkXrgVdN3mD_Fad9NDg-M0Ba7k6HpnUXKuE8-3ULe3zVqGUuFHQ/s1600/3434343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRvVTLG3QfMDAQU09JfHqvMXPClG8gIIM3Y7mZBdfFhsjMwAA85ftjSSmvzM9UgXtmJhB5FuZKvx7AXmNsyY3kpKECkXrgVdN3mD_Fad9NDg-M0Ba7k6HpnUXKuE8-3ULe3zVqGUuFHQ/s640/3434343.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"New England Tombstone Inscriptions"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>The sweet rememberance of the just shall flourish when they sleep in dust, here lyes ye remains of, here lyes ye body of, here lyes buried, the body of, in memory of, my glass is run, memento mori, life is uncertain, in the 21st year of her age, when i die bury me here, the grave is god's dying plan, deposited beneath this stone, to the memory of death, adieu my friends, there is rest in heaven, here lies buried the body of, life is short.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75RjUgP2lWfZEA66_ekmVCLnkBauxcDNP1rnqnY19nxEKCSqXhtHRjLjxotdIXOKyzMfKoLP0O7bO1ce4HU2FdTpaAlWimSFzXV5f4ApB3APuX9hC4reJyqU7W1sB-O5nrcqvUjSuEhE/s1600/4545454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh75RjUgP2lWfZEA66_ekmVCLnkBauxcDNP1rnqnY19nxEKCSqXhtHRjLjxotdIXOKyzMfKoLP0O7bO1ce4HU2FdTpaAlWimSFzXV5f4ApB3APuX9hC4reJyqU7W1sB-O5nrcqvUjSuEhE/s640/4545454.jpg" width="395" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Sarcophagus"</div><div><br /><br />Imprisoned with the pharaohs, </div><div>I notice no race predominates, </div><div>but slavery's still the norm, </div><div>sarcophagus, </div><div>sarcophagus, </div><div>sarcophagus,</div><div>flesh-consumers of the great house.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IWBEfRR9nZm2C_FlYtGbOm8HFd3gniGvj1WSnBffEP5MOgHeABgx5sPrmMQsCGNQEnIYjdarzFFEmrjXS_EkJkSPvjqlzdKRzrdnuC_7iefpCEBIWnCRz-BwdmdPD1de5pCQs8BrOX8/s1600/4564645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7IWBEfRR9nZm2C_FlYtGbOm8HFd3gniGvj1WSnBffEP5MOgHeABgx5sPrmMQsCGNQEnIYjdarzFFEmrjXS_EkJkSPvjqlzdKRzrdnuC_7iefpCEBIWnCRz-BwdmdPD1de5pCQs8BrOX8/s1600/4564645.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Lovecraft Baby"<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lovecraft. </div><div>Sonia Haft. </div><div>Lovecraft. </div><div>Susie. </div><div>Lovecraft. </div><div>H. Poe.<br />Lovecraft. </div><div>Winfield. </div><div>Kill em all and bear. Lovecraft's baby Feed it reg'lar how it grows <br />Everyone wants to kill someone, but they don't <br />Everyone wants to but they don't <br />Too many braincells Drowning in inkwells <br />OK, HPL just cos I don't talk proper.<br />Chronic bucolic </div><div>Lovecraft baby, <br />There ain't no gravy </div><div>A rural barbarian indeed. <br />The sickliest bodies produce the greatest thoughts <br />Fourth generation teetotaler <br />Memory man, muscleless man.<br />Hear a lovecraft c-c-c-c-c-c-crying <br />I am a tasteless, unsophisticated yokel.<br />I ain't no gent- You are a yahoo </div><div>I ain't no gent.<br />You are a yahoo .</div><div>I ain't no gent.<br />You are a yahoo .</div><div>I ain't no gent.<br />You are a yahoo .</div><div>I ain't no gent.<br />You are a yahoo .</div><div>The last of the line with the strangest decline.<br />Lovecraft baby.</div><div>Lovecraft baby.</div><div>Lovecraft baby.</div><div>Lovecraft baby.</div><div>Lovecraft baby.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bW2lGMCZ32TfiZqkJ2cYK_RqFJ1YtlK7LUk8woZUmJJdjyo9fe0UuhGYVGWi8-hh7IXu1A7YAC0q_3uj4Gfb-hr1QPlKFVZyWhAqgfXtb89Bqw7sYLEkeOr_KGJIFHm0vpxTWCfKD7g/s1600/5555555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bW2lGMCZ32TfiZqkJ2cYK_RqFJ1YtlK7LUk8woZUmJJdjyo9fe0UuhGYVGWi8-hh7IXu1A7YAC0q_3uj4Gfb-hr1QPlKFVZyWhAqgfXtb89Bqw7sYLEkeOr_KGJIFHm0vpxTWCfKD7g/s640/5555555.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Buzzing Voice"<br /><br /><br />...Go out among men and find the ways thereof, that he in the gulf may know, to nyarlathotep, mighty messenger, must all things be told, and he shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides, and come down from the world of seven suns to mock...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_An0Xan0YgeVMxsKKAzXvlLnHA3aWah1jvyWNKr77Bsvu1YPZYjHmIERLfnWlFxxeY_LHWSYxTu5Em5_EBMGvVddNGtgrm0CSwuE3ixO5j3VxtT6g3PygoXlHaK8hvPp4NRJbG0MhGE/s1600/12312312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_An0Xan0YgeVMxsKKAzXvlLnHA3aWah1jvyWNKr77Bsvu1YPZYjHmIERLfnWlFxxeY_LHWSYxTu5Em5_EBMGvVddNGtgrm0CSwuE3ixO5j3VxtT6g3PygoXlHaK8hvPp4NRJbG0MhGE/s640/12312312.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Dream City"<br /><br /><div><br />The weedy old spires like veins in marble.</div><div>The old gold domes were just ancestral homes. </div><div><br /></div><div>The citadels of yore with broken bronze bells </div><div>and tottering towers.</div><div> Shadowy staircases.</div><div> Spiraling like ammonites. </div><div>The sartorial shabbiness of Dunsany </div><div>denies him a place at the occult coronation </div><div>Tho' gold always rises </div><div>Strata of wonders quickly pall </div><div>The gleam of dreams is brighter than the glister of </div><div>fossilized pageants Dream city.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnbouDMERs1-_SGPUG4dC2zXh7kwsnrbFi8Qtz2LWTghEl8bqVi7F7arLMBioxSIV92spU8SR5PYeGALAwk1fbh2b1NBKIUHSvLZzXOIjebL3fuBhTeSLWj8sGfxuDZlA7V2krhT7xq4/s1600/23223232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcnbouDMERs1-_SGPUG4dC2zXh7kwsnrbFi8Qtz2LWTghEl8bqVi7F7arLMBioxSIV92spU8SR5PYeGALAwk1fbh2b1NBKIUHSvLZzXOIjebL3fuBhTeSLWj8sGfxuDZlA7V2krhT7xq4/s400/23223232.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Drinking Song From "The Tomb""<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Come hither, my lads, with your tankards of ale, And drink to the present before it shall fail; Pile each on your platters a mountain of beef, For 'tis eating and drinking that bring us relief: So fill up your glass, For life will soon pass; When you're dead ye'll ne'er drink to your king or your lass! Anacreon had a red nose, so they say But what's a red nose if ye're happy and gay? Gad split me! I'd rather be red whilst I'm here, Than white as a lily -and dead half a year! So Betty my miss, Come give me a kiss; In hell there's no inkeeper's daughter like this! Young Harry, propp'd up just as straight as he's able, Will soon lose his wig and slip under the table, But fill up your goblets and pass 'em around- Better under the table than under the ground! So revel and chaff As ye thirstily quaff: Under six feet of dirt 'tis less easy to laugh! The fiend strike me blue! I'm scarce able to walk, And damn me if I can't stand upright or talk! Here, landlord, bid Betty to summon a chair; I'll try home for a while, for my wife is not there! So lend me a hand I'm not able to stand But I'm gay whilst I linger on top of the land! </div><div><br /></div><div>I spiked his drink!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWifNDOkBP70ZOmgIcdeIbWDdlGISuCQs2fAYz7oJWhs5-0Kam86UjdJ7FuVzZiDol_at1ux8SK0RbZT1tQDMz1lkwn-RlBbEqOvb6BJGFtqPL5hZ8RbdQiUSWwJl4g1lYWI6aRPZ7OQI/s1600/34544444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWifNDOkBP70ZOmgIcdeIbWDdlGISuCQs2fAYz7oJWhs5-0Kam86UjdJ7FuVzZiDol_at1ux8SK0RbZT1tQDMz1lkwn-RlBbEqOvb6BJGFtqPL5hZ8RbdQiUSWwJl4g1lYWI6aRPZ7OQI/s1600/34544444.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"C12 H22 O11"<br /><div><br /><br /></div><div>8 spoonfulls in coffee, </div><div>please Candy and chocolate from slavery. </div><div>Ice cream in every variety. </div><div>Sweet crystalline substance. </div><div>C12 H22 O11. </div><div>White poison. </div><div>C12 H22 O11. </div><div>C12 H22 O11. </div><div>1, 2, Fuck U. </div><div>C12 H22 O elevenah.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6K6sxLlq-oo5GDoRa1U5hX3vyRQUKW1C9acDRmpcXRehwZKHqWC5wmEdC6SxwIP52OtuhZSBgkDT4IgAnxUYNGl1X2nQ112kSqDqEC0zscUed63cGEwFuXgxgTd9DKquwBCJCSHlhHY/s1600/45555554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6K6sxLlq-oo5GDoRa1U5hX3vyRQUKW1C9acDRmpcXRehwZKHqWC5wmEdC6SxwIP52OtuhZSBgkDT4IgAnxUYNGl1X2nQ112kSqDqEC0zscUed63cGEwFuXgxgTd9DKquwBCJCSHlhHY/s640/45555554.jpg" width="618" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Jabbering/Raucous Squawk, Harsh Cackle/Sir Algovale Was Right The Bastard Faulconbridge Speaks"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This England never did, nor ever shall lie at the proud foot of a conqueror But when it first did help to wound itself Now these her princes are come home again Come the three corners of the world in arms And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue if England to itself be true!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cGn-AzwNlJ3JZ67IKhIgcOC-itlJ-bYRPIOQryywRLeFdD0859xrQimVbcmq8TY7Lr6RbpGRwDnkwkE-GWDHVtqF2O_RKH86jaLLvcnsZtkm6KINDZz3VdzTdJtpdd53rIemud7PN-w/s1600/2333332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2cGn-AzwNlJ3JZ67IKhIgcOC-itlJ-bYRPIOQryywRLeFdD0859xrQimVbcmq8TY7Lr6RbpGRwDnkwkE-GWDHVtqF2O_RKH86jaLLvcnsZtkm6KINDZz3VdzTdJtpdd53rIemud7PN-w/s1600/2333332.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Zenophobia"<br /><br /><div><br />We are gathered here today to pour scorn on inhumanity's weaknesses and foibles A fear of cellars, crypts, and caves Underground hollow evacuated lecture theatre Shadow strewn interior Abandoned gas house Topomaniac genophobia dispophobia gymophobia philophobia Scholophobia phenophobia panophobia Our leader fears the dark - have a nasty night! Hirsute! Lazy long nosed decadent pink skinned gigantic Englishmen Jay ay pee know nose job.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wdUxgeucmV4oaJUNdO40kWwePABs1t_2aYz9cwYGDtS9TAgNivQp9W4wrzc4C50zDf0Pys1Gn6pmdesHDSSPNe8kakp0ELYJ8d9rSaP6V8k0PU6izeFD8U4ysN_1J2JD7tkKvktSHCQ/s1600/67567857.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wdUxgeucmV4oaJUNdO40kWwePABs1t_2aYz9cwYGDtS9TAgNivQp9W4wrzc4C50zDf0Pys1Gn6pmdesHDSSPNe8kakp0ELYJ8d9rSaP6V8k0PU6izeFD8U4ysN_1J2JD7tkKvktSHCQ/s1600/67567857.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Homage A Tod Browning"</div><div><br /><br />Weird sister one of us, weird sister one of us, a loving cup, a loving cup, gooble gabble, gooble gabble, gooble gabble, gooble gabble.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1Y0Dw-MO0X6SGN2L6EzQuzT5CLUyrJUZ8hTYinvl0S8kJn2xSp_r4MiAONQQLMrgTyhm7kNpRokoFgblig40lVhMqDSCsopmeaUbGJIh-Y4vEMjRlL5OBFLK3wArgp6IENX3J8AMSIE/s1600/98969689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1Y0Dw-MO0X6SGN2L6EzQuzT5CLUyrJUZ8hTYinvl0S8kJn2xSp_r4MiAONQQLMrgTyhm7kNpRokoFgblig40lVhMqDSCsopmeaUbGJIh-Y4vEMjRlL5OBFLK3wArgp6IENX3J8AMSIE/s640/98969689.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Beyond The Tanarian Hills"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I dream a new name. </div><div>I don't care about anyone. </div><div>The herd laughed at my writing. </div><div>My dream writing. </div><div>I write no more but I still dream. </div><div>I write no more but I still dream. </div><div>I write no more but I still dream. </div><div>Flying zigzagging zugzwanging.</div><div></div><div>Aurora over cities of the Apocalypse. </div><div>Death lying upon that land. </div><div>Crazy chrysophase faces. </div><div>Ginkgo trees shudder, </div><div>pagodas perish, </div><div>Expelled from London </div><div>Through the towns of Surrey. </div><div>Melting minarets. </div><div>Homes growing thinner </div><div>Beyond the Tanarian Hills.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89chc7ebHbJqdRzV5I2BHDKvT5UU-gr1Cm_F315TbP7euqqNaOPsjYRnSyhkKRh31vluY3dOpOJIxhVXxz4UlZZa_UyKl8NP2fDPN0pK-yEY37nhOzzMU5TL113a5h0GyDA-rcGIV16k/s1600/121212121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89chc7ebHbJqdRzV5I2BHDKvT5UU-gr1Cm_F315TbP7euqqNaOPsjYRnSyhkKRh31vluY3dOpOJIxhVXxz4UlZZa_UyKl8NP2fDPN0pK-yEY37nhOzzMU5TL113a5h0GyDA-rcGIV16k/s1600/121212121.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Twitch"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft, heaven knows, had a talent for writing which was of no means proportion: only what he did with this talent was a shame, and a caution and an eldritch horror. If he'd only gotten the hell out of his aunties' attic and obtained a job with the federal writer's project of the W.P.A., he could have turned out guidebooks that would have been classics and joys to read forever. Only he stayed up there muffled up to the tip of his long gaunt New England chin against the cold which lay more in his heart than in his thermometer, living on 19 cents worth of beans a day, rewriting (for pennies) the crappy manuscripts of writers whose complete illiteracy would have been a boon to all mankind -ah, but life is a boon- and producing ghastly, grisly, ghoulish, and horrifying works of his own as well -of maneating things which foraged in graveyards, of human/beastie crosses which grew beastlier and beastlier as they grew older, of gibbering Shoggoths and Elder beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through thresholds and take over; rugous, squamous, amorphous nasties abbetted by thin, gaunt New England eccentrics who dwelt in attics and who were eventually never seen or heard from again. Serve them damn well right, I say. In short, Howard was a twitch, boys and girls, and that's all there is to it.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoSQoNxhipvFshK4fH2ax7B-DYO37t98gavEssNIaN7MhNhzfg6MMYU2d0iw31Zmw4cV-KTwMSbooZ36eJlUqxkQe-Zpg70ZkdrcBL341slYo6yqSiSpbgzm3jvEdzpapN8MsQXDgMKg/s1600/232323232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoSQoNxhipvFshK4fH2ax7B-DYO37t98gavEssNIaN7MhNhzfg6MMYU2d0iw31Zmw4cV-KTwMSbooZ36eJlUqxkQe-Zpg70ZkdrcBL341slYo6yqSiSpbgzm3jvEdzpapN8MsQXDgMKg/s1600/232323232.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Imps Of The Perverse"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Tintinnabulation </div><div>tympanum. </div><div>tinnitus as the paraquets' song.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCLMx1XTwFs72tZE8tcXgIBKGQ9uH4liHCufX2xf21caAoIOA27SU0AwLXehVa-OLmf1_RDcAWAgFKRDEn9FmsejEfdcqKkBjUvVoOhCn2AdjNPEgwPEwwnthbnzdHNFJHCTzHclsc8s/s1600/343434343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCLMx1XTwFs72tZE8tcXgIBKGQ9uH4liHCufX2xf21caAoIOA27SU0AwLXehVa-OLmf1_RDcAWAgFKRDEn9FmsejEfdcqKkBjUvVoOhCn2AdjNPEgwPEwwnthbnzdHNFJHCTzHclsc8s/s1600/343434343.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"The Dead Loved"<br /><br /><div><br />the dead loved you and the dead loved me, the dead loved you and the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved me, the dead loved you, the dead loved you, the dead loved you, the dead loved me.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m4c_IgRLUYv-ujuVCjH0ywoe6Azt72tP-jv-_c26QvRrSlTASBdRsHuu8xgDFa5YGyBkuXtOcMYnkXgv4seHWzSRJk46W6YPhczdp3d3eLzWedWbGBLT-jUz5M-ehA4LOesGXn8Aeqg/s1600/564645645.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5m4c_IgRLUYv-ujuVCjH0ywoe6Azt72tP-jv-_c26QvRrSlTASBdRsHuu8xgDFa5YGyBkuXtOcMYnkXgv4seHWzSRJk46W6YPhczdp3d3eLzWedWbGBLT-jUz5M-ehA4LOesGXn8Aeqg/s640/564645645.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"The Loved Dead"<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>They've taken lovecrafts lantern jaw off and are embalming him, his pale complexion feigns an aura more lifelike than when he lived the adoration of dead personalities safe fantasia, immortality of the unobtainable.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAI2q9jfaExpa3KJyc4MN0UJ0tz4veCb_mIPdokDhhbqXAlMACRVoTnIxoj32QinxBJZzzHjjAv5QADWBZwRwjTd1H8rQMUXS3KaB9wpe4JuM068zKqPGi4Iz9ck5hY_amaCUmct3V-7s/s1600/677676888.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Kappa Alpha Tau"<br /><br /><br />kappa alpha tau fraternity, felidae fetish, why did your cat run?<br /><div>Artifacts of the aether, </div><div>specks of the universe, </div><div>noble aloof independent, </div><div>kappa alpha tau for eternity.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLOXtejhnKc8_R5sLyChJ2HoahyhYyYE7IBDfnNp7_FbNz9pVGv62rQh0E-hZnBCuwBLkWGOaN0FZ1Bah784Z7BR6iKlTTClgv8IQleBTjydgfp5GnoOXuwwOVKMvwJAxXM-Or-ASOo0/s1600/787878787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLOXtejhnKc8_R5sLyChJ2HoahyhYyYE7IBDfnNp7_FbNz9pVGv62rQh0E-hZnBCuwBLkWGOaN0FZ1Bah784Z7BR6iKlTTClgv8IQleBTjydgfp5GnoOXuwwOVKMvwJAxXM-Or-ASOo0/s640/787878787.jpg" width="459" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div>"American Anglophile In The World Turned Upside Down"</div><div><br /><br />The Old Ones are inside the earth and under the sea in a state 'twixt sleep and death. Cosmic races homely alienage England's ungreen, unpleasant bland we speak one tongue Unnative England's Jerusalem making Whitehouse grottoes overlook the ghettos the observer is the observed Colonial architecture She's the best man in Britain supine moaning minnie sticking with nurse for fear of worse uncanny nanny Brittannia rule the waves A right bunch of canutes every country has its Arthurian saviour Sea demons invading England Rhode Islander's aversion to seafood see Cthulhu vomit More vapid vanna white house and less successless Prince Phillip reincarnates as a miniscule microbeast pest in order to present Rapid breeding in lands other than his own queendom kingdom come What do you want the nouveau riche house of Windsor The jaded sentimentality of the uninvaded people person Urchin universities superbabies wombworkout a more perfect union English godman the most magnificent snob I ever knew A meey cur Amerigo Vespucci Christisatanic names only please Sourland of slavery bill of wrongs what kind of state are you in Persons and citizens floundering citherns Boston coffee orgy Whoever has the initiative must willy-nilly go over to the attack It's just their generation -It's always their generation Sickle star hammer stripes stripe sickle stars hammer star corpse Knighthoods lands and refinement for yesterday's bullies derision and Criticism of today's SNAFU coffee house New England Puritan decadent Prude make life an art form we have no red-coats today We require a man of Boney's or Adolph's stature Psychic skyline superior medieval city better than Baghdad Purse owner persona sold out soul doubt Anti anti don't even believe in nihilism anymore The problem of induction The only English pope American pope 123 American pope 123 Speak like a psycho think like an immigrant Cowboys fonetic fanatics and indians Marketing psychedelia marketing punk dubious psychopathology Body slanguage sexlanguage O America we are not a gun-boat for your lack of diplomacy As we were now so shall ye be Government by the people by the people fool the people Shall not perish from this earth Beyond nationalism you have sown the wind now you shall reap the whirlwind Crush the teeth in America's mouth yank rebel rebel yank Blimey limey scurvy Never was a patriot yet but was a fool An American's house is his castle Quiet down, you brats Sorry kid.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi0_wLLJWK7DKjs7q1zWD75TdxeWUNLmgTgEUv1Vd_ZiI6TqwWa3uo1eZ8gXsbaS3UQVe8znQbSebeicC4rAqAr-rtBCLJirYbErvz5_Z1OAPVxA-wVQ5OG5mCBx1dSjzms-elIr3raw/s1600/878787878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi0_wLLJWK7DKjs7q1zWD75TdxeWUNLmgTgEUv1Vd_ZiI6TqwWa3uo1eZ8gXsbaS3UQVe8znQbSebeicC4rAqAr-rtBCLJirYbErvz5_Z1OAPVxA-wVQ5OG5mCBx1dSjzms-elIr3raw/s640/878787878.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Memento Mori"<br /><br /><div><br />die bugger, die bugger, die bugger, bugger die, die bugger die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><div> Die bugger, die.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvDFsZmkMqNbHGK75y_nIMh-d5rVpxVM37M1qw4F7BQ7BRyoshyphenhyphen3mxuHtPWUzgtVLaahg69swAY8whdCIqDrRvDxVDUjXnAsdgXCxlf529JUDxS7ugSJxq4qTVJL4LLlfHT7ylufLu0c/s1600/5657657676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvDFsZmkMqNbHGK75y_nIMh-d5rVpxVM37M1qw4F7BQ7BRyoshyphenhyphen3mxuHtPWUzgtVLaahg69swAY8whdCIqDrRvDxVDUjXnAsdgXCxlf529JUDxS7ugSJxq4qTVJL4LLlfHT7ylufLu0c/s640/5657657676.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Lovecraftian Nomenclature"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ziolus Archibald Mainwaring Augustus T. Swift John J. Jones Richard Raleigh Ames Dorance Rowley Edward Softly Albert Frederic-Willy Simeon Bootheroyd Charles Wombwell I am Abdul Alhazred I am the great I am.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RtrH5rzFPy9ZFvZzmqXNQMwGE9MJjMeb_DdZ1Z-kyW-2TrQYEbd5-S5GBZaBsGu3cpFHYcnv8tC85JfyDy1fbmN3WPneteOgeAa81uM4kC6fue44mXNPYLhVDgkYpiTnHSlJLOTFzI0/s1600/8978897897.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9RtrH5rzFPy9ZFvZzmqXNQMwGE9MJjMeb_DdZ1Z-kyW-2TrQYEbd5-S5GBZaBsGu3cpFHYcnv8tC85JfyDy1fbmN3WPneteOgeAa81uM4kC6fue44mXNPYLhVDgkYpiTnHSlJLOTFzI0/s1600/8978897897.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"Better Not Born"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br />It seemed like a damn futile business to keep on living. No more tutors - high school next September which would probably be a devilish bore, since one couldn't be as free and easy as one had been during brief snatches at the neighbourly Slater Avenue school...Oh hell! Why not slough off consciousness altogether?...The whole life of man was a mere cosmic second -so I couldn't be missing much. The method was the only trouble. I didn't like messy exits, and dignified ones were hard to find. Really good poisons were hard to get -those in my chemical laboratory (I reestablished this institution in the basement of the new place) were crude and painful. Bullets were spattery and unreliable. Hanging was ignominious. Daggers were messy unless one could arrange to open a wrist in a bowl of warm water -and even that had its drawbacks despite good Roman precedent. Falls from a cliff were positively vulgar in view of the probable state of the remains. Well what tempted me most was the warm, shallow reed-grown Barrington River down the east shore of the bay. I used to go there on my bicycle and look speculatively at it. (That summer I was always on my bicycle wishing to be away from home as much as possible since my abode reminded me of the home I had lost). How easy it would be to wade among the bushes and lie face down in the warm water till oblivion came. There would be a certain gurgling or choking unpleasantness at first, but it would soon be over. Then, the long, peaceful night of non-existence... What I had enjoyed from the mythical start of eternity till the 20th of August 1890. More and more I looked at the river on drowsy sun-golden summer afternoons. I liked to think of the beauty of the sun and blue river and green shores and distant white steeple as enfolding me at the last -it would be as if the element of mystical cosmic beauty were dissolving me, and yet certain elements -notably scientific curiosity and a sense of world drama- held me back. Much in the universe baffled me, yet I knew I could pry the answers out of books if I lived and studied longer. Things have learned to walk that ought to crawl.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSe60SuSYLUdTu7TiqviILoJh1S7uZHEjz_ClHHnAZjdC0bk2c_QrRd20daVKhCe2X4Aot3wWp95W2KJc1iKwhCQGzKQmlYXKtC78iZ3NvPb0BS-tp3iTWMQfweQWb1rJrECJq48G67ko/s1600/56565656565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSe60SuSYLUdTu7TiqviILoJh1S7uZHEjz_ClHHnAZjdC0bk2c_QrRd20daVKhCe2X4Aot3wWp95W2KJc1iKwhCQGzKQmlYXKtC78iZ3NvPb0BS-tp3iTWMQfweQWb1rJrECJq48G67ko/s640/56565656565.jpg" width="431" /></a></div><div></div><div><br />"Arkham Hearse"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss,</div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div><br /></div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div><br /></div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div>arkham hearse sssssssss, </div><div><br /></div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div>ssssssssssssssssssssssss,</div><div><br /></div><div>arkham hearse, ssssssssssssssssssssssss.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w6kMdg03-a-UzemZDeCT0hx1yuasH6FnuhHCCc-YSL_zQti-tXxEPry-Af95kzI1Nadszmsrwn4gN79AJ8ZFGfBZQ28uD45P_iOCZdADpc4zU7cPpRrLafHGTWD6bn8EmJ0ruzHKPJU/s1600/333334443434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6w6kMdg03-a-UzemZDeCT0hx1yuasH6FnuhHCCc-YSL_zQti-tXxEPry-Af95kzI1Nadszmsrwn4gN79AJ8ZFGfBZQ28uD45P_iOCZdADpc4zU7cPpRrLafHGTWD6bn8EmJ0ruzHKPJU/s640/333334443434.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />"Sickening For Something"</div><div><br /><br /></div><div>Give me that decanter, Eliot!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcVUFb0hcQumw7jQd3lnQgrFtoeqtLHlrcPFrjpdQtEF0oVjXPHEOsd6oVvfy8SLvqUeLSGrbZVYyqupVb8TzmYkSZX_M3wjxjf1NMYaxCpmHX-EctrRGSTkK1eaRxEsQpUdcA7vK5vg/s1600/454545454545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJcVUFb0hcQumw7jQd3lnQgrFtoeqtLHlrcPFrjpdQtEF0oVjXPHEOsd6oVvfy8SLvqUeLSGrbZVYyqupVb8TzmYkSZX_M3wjxjf1NMYaxCpmHX-EctrRGSTkK1eaRxEsQpUdcA7vK5vg/s640/454545454545.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br />"The Old Man Is Not So Terribly Misanthropic"</div><div><br /><br />You do not realize how much I appreciate you.</div><div>New deal now, a new deal now. New deal now, a new deal.</div><div>Ultra-tory to quasi rad.</div><div>At least it's original.</div><div>A life in reverse.</div><div>Aristocratic socialism.</div><div>The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.</div><div>The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.<br />The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.<br />The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.<br />The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.<br />The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.<br />The old man's not so terribly misanthropic.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JFSUZmOJuylV7aD3Q3PHnoUt2POFLieULv7Ph778jeSCEpHNLxe5GrOSwE2XNdpueyTnghDMC2Sd8xXEus2Yu6NWYkSj4TSi2_yK5DelXXt9rORdna9Ul8qLEj1QVEnrFVvKzN-z3x4/s1600/657668768787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_JFSUZmOJuylV7aD3Q3PHnoUt2POFLieULv7Ph778jeSCEpHNLxe5GrOSwE2XNdpueyTnghDMC2Sd8xXEus2Yu6NWYkSj4TSi2_yK5DelXXt9rORdna9Ul8qLEj1QVEnrFVvKzN-z3x4/s640/657668768787.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Lonely As Hades"<br /><br /><div><br />Aloneness. Differentiation. Alienation. Aloneness. Differentiation. Alienation. Aloneness.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cFN25BgY60PVanZdUx8LEpbzhjEz_olYavOXBvfDXf1VMDlPow9DX_-x879eBQ8BSU7J0YrdWQf38Z8qUQarddTeSuaIiEkKYKyNhBrZ5hrZXNN5aJVi4Iiu84xWXL_uIuW2d-61hH8/s1600/767676767667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cFN25BgY60PVanZdUx8LEpbzhjEz_olYavOXBvfDXf1VMDlPow9DX_-x879eBQ8BSU7J0YrdWQf38Z8qUQarddTeSuaIiEkKYKyNhBrZ5hrZXNN5aJVi4Iiu84xWXL_uIuW2d-61hH8/s640/767676767667.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Gentlemen Prefer Blood"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Gentlemen prefer blood in this day and age, well really Cleave you foe from head to hip, from flesh plucked skull begin to sip Besemened bed of virus hell, Dad is dead, Mom's mad as well Michael Nyman met a pieman White note music twaddle twaddle twaddle diddle Play away, play away you are out of key, you're out of key 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful. 1/2 wistful, 1/2 boastful The pigs are fucking in the field With a hey nonny nonny and a hey nonny no yeah One five oh Jacko Vitiligo let's not get so superman Eighteenth Century Atheist thrown into old father Thames Aboriginal sinners we are the cannibals Sigismund says a smile is nothing but a cultured sneer Cultures built on slavery, art laid down by squirearchy His majesty's province of Rhode Island and Providence plantations Alienists alienate alien alienists alienate alien nations Autobiography of a nonentity management of the passions Voice fluctuating from high piping to low modulations All music comes from the scream contradiction o Titania.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="587" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mThvGIJwZwI3cPcw86-6ObrTLx7DP5Bn0tgqVwCey6c0h1g7dz26F20sIdK2HdsenXnEsKrPLRkoZXIhX2VmmLWz-mL10SCNZg9IanAgH1y1cuKn2Vp-Q5LnhARiv0MiYibzOFkFExo/s640/794531222303764.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Sonia"<br /><br /><div><br />We'd all like to kiss pretty girls all day, unkissed since infancy, waste your affection on cats, i find myself singing all the while, senile old shuffler weds sonia haft green baby, you wouldn't think that he was a gentile, oh bedelia ella o, i've made up my mind to steal you my dear, never the initiator, head of the house is humbled, who is phillis, phillips, is she your mother lover, you're the flower of my heart, in the shade of the apple tree on a sunday afternoon.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3BM1Au1KZWAEG8YOhc89VJjw9RCtyXX_NCE1Xj5CpVMLnzxQzUq00Ggg6qFYYspEUG0whyphenhyphenbQiXMuN84c5ktRl-ptYCFTjarkf-WwMK81sUwWBkBt-EB-2vldBqxzK7cKYDh6gUXWb_Y/s1600/blinko1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3BM1Au1KZWAEG8YOhc89VJjw9RCtyXX_NCE1Xj5CpVMLnzxQzUq00Ggg6qFYYspEUG0whyphenhyphenbQiXMuN84c5ktRl-ptYCFTjarkf-WwMK81sUwWBkBt-EB-2vldBqxzK7cKYDh6gUXWb_Y/s640/blinko1.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Notes On My Illness"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Cancer of the colon and rectum a very common form of cancer which can often be cured by surgical removal provided it is caught early enough. </div><div>hmmmm... </div><div>Carcimona of the intestines chronic nephritis.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFCDhJqqUoGQJ4FbI8OXCrF4cM7ynsn-A5U5H-YK0yeL_BAqk7SzZgAQix69UX7XpH68eLrpqOOW_sQenjGc54n0WeiYgGKGqnIrPz2olsAam_Drjva9KXmY75UHcHiZ4ck_Am7FaAg4/s1600/blinko2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFCDhJqqUoGQJ4FbI8OXCrF4cM7ynsn-A5U5H-YK0yeL_BAqk7SzZgAQix69UX7XpH68eLrpqOOW_sQenjGc54n0WeiYgGKGqnIrPz2olsAam_Drjva9KXmY75UHcHiZ4ck_Am7FaAg4/s640/blinko2.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"The Day The Universe Ceased"<br /><br /><div>March 15, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-seven</div><div><br /></div><div>Bloated with gas, stomach specialist, death certificate </div><div><br /></div><div>1066, </div><div>1492, </div><div>1642, </div><div>1776, </div><div>1894, </div><div>1923, </div><div>1924, </div><div>1925, </div><div>1924, </div><div>1923, </div><div><br /></div><div>Crash.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Suffer now for the paradise that is to come Chosen Aryan myth birthed and perished in Poland Polish pope Popeish Anti-Semite ripe for a coffin Venice stinks cos Venice invented the ghetto Africa 150,000 years ago modern-looking man Homo erectus Peking man Java man Archaic Homo sapiens Neanderthal unchanged Strong brow-ridge cave man cranium prognathism Variations of modern People in classical morphological interbreeding Bad blood Neanderthals unchanged Mummified mitochondrial DNA Organelles, cytoplasm egg conceptus sequencing Vietnam man skullhole Origins unknown out of Africa skin change psychesame fresh prejudice Collapsing cosmoses dreaming of adrenalin deathrush cosmology Early earth atmosphere ancient death atmosphere happenstance Beyond the magma smegma skywomb microfossils strimatolites on rocky Coasts antrotrophs heterotrophs consuming the products and degradation of the higher levels Slime on rocks Probing the microbes Little Lord Fauntleroy and Lord Foppington were in the bath Press darkly there's pitch and toss. Heavy swell thro' the eyes of a storm secret motions and agitations of the oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph depicts the siren's call as we cover our ears flaying of satyrs by firelight Soon, not late many moons well I know struck the horses Head the aristocratic state of the Eighteenth century had reached an advanced form decomposition enfeebled and effete inarticulateness Pilasters niches multicoloured tiles lord whore farted Discolouring the fillings in your teeth that the archeologists unearthed bleak corrective furnishing self with solemn grandeur Statuary marvelous intoxicating to the fancy sick and sad Send her to Bedlam obnoxious to strangers a loud din of voices among the multitudes the strongest emotions I have ever known It is a great vexation for me to stop me vitals playing the giddy Goat out of season perquisite lichen the age of tombs foolishfashion Yonder issue to the top 'tis a pity the design was not conducted by a better judgement.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SmYCx5zcBCn3s21KlzB2Iph0GDyFxBFKfBFM2nfA4S4H6I41MLkN7KBo20ZJIeKdncpQ1eWx8hyphenhyphenQKJ9SbKGkctbFQSzATkyu9lg1ZEuhOT5ycul6xSN0QeK11Sg4tzFEMoC1cV78gKA/s1600/blinko5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SmYCx5zcBCn3s21KlzB2Iph0GDyFxBFKfBFM2nfA4S4H6I41MLkN7KBo20ZJIeKdncpQ1eWx8hyphenhyphenQKJ9SbKGkctbFQSzATkyu9lg1ZEuhOT5ycul6xSN0QeK11Sg4tzFEMoC1cV78gKA/s640/blinko5.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"A Charming Chant"<br /><br /><div><br />To tread on a peni guitar is death, to tread on a peni drum is instant death.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJEBapqMIaJ49Tln3_aKH-zZlIdR0Cu5TRJ2tpAmXW1u1JzQuC9fzIID2FCB8ha9bqY2YZgleZ1-HSmrAaDRK1IHu2g5UMltra2-wigCCcXdFB9c8gke4yJ7koSFl-Zahl7nADePmgSo/s1600/blinko7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJEBapqMIaJ49Tln3_aKH-zZlIdR0Cu5TRJ2tpAmXW1u1JzQuC9fzIID2FCB8ha9bqY2YZgleZ1-HSmrAaDRK1IHu2g5UMltra2-wigCCcXdFB9c8gke4yJ7koSFl-Zahl7nADePmgSo/s640/blinko7.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Musick In Diabola"</div><div><br /><br />The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight supplies us with the note "F", a humble bee "C", and so on. So it's not really music but it is (fantasy and reality) The massed ranks of the Blackstone military band made exactly the right cacophony. Even now I relish the old time inanities when they're revived on the radio, for they recall the lost illusions and optimisms of their initial ululations -50 year old punks 90 year old teds dead hippies Erich Zann's viol E Major has a quality all its own harsh, fierce, and strong -A shout of joy! The bass captures the neutral grey and the extremes of white and black, whilst we mortals must confine ourselves to the more pedestrian inner spectrum. Primal primary colours. We are the band playing in front of the funeral parlour, we are the Arkham hearse's drunken drivers. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear Bergson said that by studying the maps, pictures, guide books, and plans of Paris, it is possible to discern the weight of monuments, the height of statues, the distance between landmarks, and the like, but that any amount of such contemplative visualisation is vastly inferior to a ten minute walk along one of the great city's magnificent boulevards. I have been to Paris in company with Poe in a dream. If I were to think of a name of a band, Rudimentary Peni would be the last thing I'd come up with, and if I did I'd probably dismiss it immediately. But some people have decided to call themselves precisely that... And the Peni, as I'm sure you've all realised by now, were an ancient hill tribe hailing from what is now Shipley Yorkshire, who defeated the Roman legions at the notable battle in I think 53BC -what a name to be lumbered with. O well, it's their decision -what's in a name Ravenscroft? Rudimentary, my dear Peni. I take all the noises you made in the world, eat them -spew them regurgitate them- excrete them - bury them - shoot them off to the stars Thunderous music hemispherical cosmic temple - executor of extraordinary proficiency 'pon the forte oddest pitch gusting turbulence ye gods I've penned tri-tones. I must be away to confession And I died singing this song.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1qvL2MeAChbMqkjCuWv6CGFArNtof0_6sv8Tx8XY9FAIkMt_kXMEi4DlIMHOPa8-w3Y5_MNRl3Kh2dLsHyB76aNa7tHSy1RaDfe7Lqvzbd1rLHjCoP8rd3PLwlkjzZAPbS3uA2IjRJI/s1600/blinko8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1qvL2MeAChbMqkjCuWv6CGFArNtof0_6sv8Tx8XY9FAIkMt_kXMEi4DlIMHOPa8-w3Y5_MNRl3Kh2dLsHyB76aNa7tHSy1RaDfe7Lqvzbd1rLHjCoP8rd3PLwlkjzZAPbS3uA2IjRJI/s640/blinko8.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"A Return To Victorian Values"<br /><br /><div><br />Henry was giving his mother a good fucking.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rPfx-p9FXalFjO79VbCHBDMXgxr0WMeO8bLfSXXFaTC4hYfuM4H2MeBYfGaXb1-rAFzvCq5_buw67qGTV473deK386CXeMHDJjeRZ3KlCFE2kHbUIlylSQFZ0_shWv4j4dVeTVyvXbE/s1600/blinko9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rPfx-p9FXalFjO79VbCHBDMXgxr0WMeO8bLfSXXFaTC4hYfuM4H2MeBYfGaXb1-rAFzvCq5_buw67qGTV473deK386CXeMHDJjeRZ3KlCFE2kHbUIlylSQFZ0_shWv4j4dVeTVyvXbE/s640/blinko9.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Shard"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Call of Cthulhu as I'm recording here in this studio,</div><div>this shard will surely reach someone.</div><div>Someone who'll know </div><div>but all these messages have been in vain </div><div>from the little glass bottle </div><div>to the unfilmable. </div><div>Such things just should not be writ,</div><div> so please destroy this if you wish to live. </div><div>'Tis better in ignorance to dwell than to go </div><div>screaming into the abyss worse than hell, </div><div>but all these messages have been in vain. </div><div>From the little glass bottle to the call of Cthulhu.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCsaIlobbJ1zuVk7Zj_hpMv8aD9YfuRW3WRCbMXyVZo9xru7PX9egKwUHxhyjGlixIFtpjqaJegqBp-Jpnb-ta82jklJEPqBcy10JHryulp6X5QDVJPA_O9lspqcOxBNGu3WaTC2S0aY/s1600/blinko10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwCsaIlobbJ1zuVk7Zj_hpMv8aD9YfuRW3WRCbMXyVZo9xru7PX9egKwUHxhyjGlixIFtpjqaJegqBp-Jpnb-ta82jklJEPqBcy10JHryulp6X5QDVJPA_O9lspqcOxBNGu3WaTC2S0aY/s640/blinko10.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Black On Gold "<br /><br /><div><br />Lapiz lazuli Turquiose and amethyst Black on gold Viridian and jasmine Tan and black Ruby and cinnabar Dove grey -puke pink Onyx and bronze Vermillion and amber Jade and amber Black on gold 454 Angell Street Black on gold Green to feel blue Gawd those colors Opium madness Unleashed! Supreme final ecstasy.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9yrMYs_buVcnr48S6jFKxX7Th3fKpWu-CHmeSJSFQSozCifV43LkUMEOHwEL4n3Iwmoqp-YvEzHSorblnbYmFttCiAD4xwdHtAZ4BKYHjuCga2yg_X6E8T-j0yACQZgpFXBT-RNKYPo/s1600/blinko13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq9yrMYs_buVcnr48S6jFKxX7Th3fKpWu-CHmeSJSFQSozCifV43LkUMEOHwEL4n3Iwmoqp-YvEzHSorblnbYmFttCiAD4xwdHtAZ4BKYHjuCga2yg_X6E8T-j0yACQZgpFXBT-RNKYPo/s640/blinko13.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Gaping Yawn Of Silence"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Aaaaaaaaghh!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nyOE8slt2vsAi9zkKIE8FjY9tnzr5hjGalPpRnx4habXwGrdyrCvKz5LsYA0SJWRS4Yh2ZKCO_2qdL5iopRTUUp3jLorQ7UwJJuY5wsXmPHKbMsndio2BI3dGuVNDDujEbD1Lx8n2ks/s1600/blinko14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nyOE8slt2vsAi9zkKIE8FjY9tnzr5hjGalPpRnx4habXwGrdyrCvKz5LsYA0SJWRS4Yh2ZKCO_2qdL5iopRTUUp3jLorQ7UwJJuY5wsXmPHKbMsndio2BI3dGuVNDDujEbD1Lx8n2ks/s640/blinko14.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br />"Pogo Pope"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pogo pope. 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Pogo.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVjHw35QrRYNtB_ozUTvJdupIHF-9qWBsDphzaitfB9y7BDGuSd6-hUa2c-X9rfJED1lOMB3a3XqpB6lQeORyIyVWexSaPjTjNMY6UZluBHrO9GTwzE_v8gxaErRbnkdj7bJhWvkH1II/s1600/76767676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVjHw35QrRYNtB_ozUTvJdupIHF-9qWBsDphzaitfB9y7BDGuSd6-hUa2c-X9rfJED1lOMB3a3XqpB6lQeORyIyVWexSaPjTjNMY6UZluBHrO9GTwzE_v8gxaErRbnkdj7bJhWvkH1II/s640/76767676.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Pope With No Name"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>She doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>She doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>She doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>She doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>She doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div>Miter man.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><div>It's such a shame.</div><div>The pope with no name. </div><div>she doesn't know what she's called. </div><div>Closure confusion. </div><div>It's so sad. </div><div>Delusions of grandeur. </div><div>She must be mad. </div><div>One day my head will grow into a mighty papal dome shape I shall awake old</div><div>Miter man.</div><div><br /></div></div><div>Pope Joan in the 7th century rentum tormentum virgin birth.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMv5cH57bFKwyW8qOzBnD2BPaGIzfWc5VdNEndw-1oIeLjlxrDQLNu_HKC85ujSigoRBAmXnVx2QoyKOcYmculacpsa3xfnhlu9jwF8u4mAJlpN4mAotRXJxwbpByiTqwLLfXzaMqy0AM/s1600/98%252B89%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="633" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMv5cH57bFKwyW8qOzBnD2BPaGIzfWc5VdNEndw-1oIeLjlxrDQLNu_HKC85ujSigoRBAmXnVx2QoyKOcYmculacpsa3xfnhlu9jwF8u4mAJlpN4mAotRXJxwbpByiTqwLLfXzaMqy0AM/s640/98%252B89%252B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Il Papus Puss"<br /><br /><div><br />Na,na,na. 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Muse sick, sic.</div><div>Muse sick, sic.</div><div><br /></div><div>You'll never want to hear this song again. </div><div>Crazy Jane, I'm with you in the rain again. </div><div>Crazy Jane, do you feel the pain again? </div><div>A daisy chain placed so carefully in black hair. </div><div>Crazy Jane, do you feel that I really care?</div><div>Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy Jane.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp6vzp0hMuw16-SgfkUz7AgXr_46aE_Nh379_wMxtwdw-995wKc1cgWxkQ446JQanGPSyWWZ223dAVOG5xE1HALx32Ply21epjJvAIMK6Qzu54QPMIh_LAHbDA9hCs6QSBBVsWEDtenE/s1600/99990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqp6vzp0hMuw16-SgfkUz7AgXr_46aE_Nh379_wMxtwdw-995wKc1cgWxkQ446JQanGPSyWWZ223dAVOG5xE1HALx32Ply21epjJvAIMK6Qzu54QPMIh_LAHbDA9hCs6QSBBVsWEDtenE/s640/99990.jpg" width="637" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Vatican't City Hearse"</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse, vatican't city hearse.</div><div>Vatican't city hearse. </div><div><br /></div><div>All you need is death. death is all you need.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ly3PTaJidNhjuOhBEhnLHW3yL36_WRur2VuT3plWEd2OUFbLl8BKMt01jBjhdGu6usbeTVhe3ift_QLPOkM0aj9hFMsXXepYQhqZrg_kz0sVjr7bJdLIKHJxf6gvMSEPw2xBYSJ0hg0/s1600/99998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Ly3PTaJidNhjuOhBEhnLHW3yL36_WRur2VuT3plWEd2OUFbLl8BKMt01jBjhdGu6usbeTVhe3ift_QLPOkM0aj9hFMsXXepYQhqZrg_kz0sVjr7bJdLIKHJxf6gvMSEPw2xBYSJ0hg0/s640/99998.jpg" width="633" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"I'm A Dream"<br /><br /><div><br />There is no going not in your tribe. </div><div>No incentive to refuse your bribe. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>There is no going not in your tribe. </div><div>No incentive to refuse your bribe. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div>I'm a dream and I'm a nightmare.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. </div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream, and I'm a nightmare.</div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div><div>I'm a nightmare and I'm a nightmare.</div></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div><div><div><div><div>I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream. I'm a dream. I'm, I'm a dream.</div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Lee Harvey Oswald Mosley picking poses made by Moses. Jesus please us never feed us god.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgit5q_agM_P1G0_ObNIQo3H4TGcEnykX7JSRxmi1iGtY34CkIsPk8kqHZgTbUc32wbVV0g5piJD7IyHvyA8Pxf_Ox_c1wGPPikHf2vZhjaJqA8d-4p79C5TF4SHGDC5boheDEjjDQOK84/s1600/988888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgit5q_agM_P1G0_ObNIQo3H4TGcEnykX7JSRxmi1iGtY34CkIsPk8kqHZgTbUc32wbVV0g5piJD7IyHvyA8Pxf_Ox_c1wGPPikHf2vZhjaJqA8d-4p79C5TF4SHGDC5boheDEjjDQOK84/s640/988888.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"We're Gonna Destroy Life The World Gets Higher And Higher"<br /><br /><div><br />We're gonna destroy life. The world gets higher and higher. Na,na,na,na,na,na,na.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div>Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah.</div><div><br /></div><div>We're gonna destroy life. The world gets higher and higher. Na,na,na,na,na,na, yeah!</div><div><br /></div><div>It was a crime before Nick was born.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69pEeppLIKsVqpdY8Mc0mOSW_WAgRoCmAgSKl_xMuazQHzAEaQxjWeegdtElSlC82UjMbto0ZXnfftxU2mJ2gzJ2Wh277FTKtndGR5WrAfokpdMnrfss50rjFj5L9UWiF7H_QqyX8wwE/s1600/989895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="637" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69pEeppLIKsVqpdY8Mc0mOSW_WAgRoCmAgSKl_xMuazQHzAEaQxjWeegdtElSlC82UjMbto0ZXnfftxU2mJ2gzJ2Wh277FTKtndGR5WrAfokpdMnrfss50rjFj5L9UWiF7H_QqyX8wwE/s640/989895.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Pills, Popes And Potions"<br /><br /><div><br /><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The depixal dance of death the stelazine stomp. </div><div>Modecate meander haloperidol hop. </div><div>Lithium leap largactyl lunge.</div><div>Clozaril clomp. </div><div>Carbumazapine kick. </div><div>Procycladine pep up wo a wow. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Heavy Metal.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJqh-inpNrCWRp35mxcPd87eRzAku1sOlQU0-OCHCbad_SQsbkl-7z70BbMLlcdhbJ-W4BRKJfBzRJx_ok3u0AbxSYHupwptqZSgBugpdt9RRKlm4JYre3X68ctsp65aNlPDIbfEp8yo/s1600/88898889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJqh-inpNrCWRp35mxcPd87eRzAku1sOlQU0-OCHCbad_SQsbkl-7z70BbMLlcdhbJ-W4BRKJfBzRJx_ok3u0AbxSYHupwptqZSgBugpdt9RRKlm4JYre3X68ctsp65aNlPDIbfEp8yo/s640/88898889.jpg" width="637" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Ireland Sun"<br /><br /><div><br />Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry.</div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry.</div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div>Ireland sun given Henry. </div><div><br /></div><div>In an imaginary menagerie. </div><div>In an imaginary menagerie.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbxG32nOxtUdMsksgzZepNL4Ll46-jo0sSHMIWUI7Qfg6kXIcJ5OkuuxkU1oRcXJfq0WCaD2IAa7jC-MMMhQMoZX3E0iYy1P-j2cY73i9Y6gXTsF3hB0-j2EemJzefFgxZYbOWCE35K4/s1600/tumblr_lnyngedWjS1qj9nxso1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbbxG32nOxtUdMsksgzZepNL4Ll46-jo0sSHMIWUI7Qfg6kXIcJ5OkuuxkU1oRcXJfq0WCaD2IAa7jC-MMMhQMoZX3E0iYy1P-j2cY73i9Y6gXTsF3hB0-j2EemJzefFgxZYbOWCE35K4/s640/tumblr_lnyngedWjS1qj9nxso1_400.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><br />"Regicide Chaz III"<br /><br /><div><br />Regicide Chaz III.<br /><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div>Regicide Chaz III.</div><div><br /></div><div>Failure echolalia. </div><div>haerie faerie. </div><div>The mood was waiting for me. </div><div>The mood was melancholy!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtxHYr7wND7AyjMgqWz-dpk9IZ5BlEh8hAQRrnGSitKPyD9jG-n_sZtP56A6exmHrQ6X639EqSxf10mydc_mLJU05E6gcndRe8lko9gmeD7P3vmit5fQ4eG5Cveju9gbB9JDYILGeAcs/s1600/8%252B6969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMtxHYr7wND7AyjMgqWz-dpk9IZ5BlEh8hAQRrnGSitKPyD9jG-n_sZtP56A6exmHrQ6X639EqSxf10mydc_mLJU05E6gcndRe8lko9gmeD7P3vmit5fQ4eG5Cveju9gbB9JDYILGeAcs/s640/8%252B6969.jpg" width="633" /></a></div><br />"Iron Lung"<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>Scatologically i'm thinking of changing my mind.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2APLzchH-LYA0mAKJkiHFGSl0T-kVRi2X0kwtrOmgLI6t3mAnUli3rjlEvWbGol7irZSF_YTJHBmYQaaHAWDmMUTwQQ3m0N8Ok37FlRuArFZLDf_ak4WsHueWv4Cj-y9QAYHxddB3HkY/s1600/tumblr_ln9dh54q2e1qdlmheo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2APLzchH-LYA0mAKJkiHFGSl0T-kVRi2X0kwtrOmgLI6t3mAnUli3rjlEvWbGol7irZSF_YTJHBmYQaaHAWDmMUTwQQ3m0N8Ok37FlRuArFZLDf_ak4WsHueWv4Cj-y9QAYHxddB3HkY/s640/tumblr_ln9dh54q2e1qdlmheo1_400.jpg" width="447" /></a></div><br />"The Flame Of Insanity"<br /><div><br /></div><div><br />What is this that burns</div><div>through every cell, </div><div>and every fibre of being? </div><div><br /></div><div>Divine decay.</div><div>pure and infernal.</div><div>Divine decay.</div><div>The flame of insanity.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>What is this that burns</div><div>through every cell, </div><div>and every fibre of being? </div><div><br /></div><div>Divine decay.</div><div>pure and infernal.</div><div>Divine decay.</div><div>The flame of insanity.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSvfIaa8jf0SZJlx8-BA-8NfUuWLk5_kkIjtCVJcs3QntwTzu8t8_eGxjHATumYjJWhRHZ_ku7QLhjgcCoiTREvqVgLBavcz9-cS3Risjd8NYcmoK8QJwISeR7U-SzN-9LZMm56wt94E/s1600/R-369988-1296559113.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSvfIaa8jf0SZJlx8-BA-8NfUuWLk5_kkIjtCVJcs3QntwTzu8t8_eGxjHATumYjJWhRHZ_ku7QLhjgcCoiTREvqVgLBavcz9-cS3Risjd8NYcmoK8QJwISeR7U-SzN-9LZMm56wt94E/s640/R-369988-1296559113.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br />"In Memory Of Pain"<br /><br /><div><br />Ruthless blade of trespass, </div><div>upon soft flesh of mind.</div><div>In absence still remembered. </div><div>You will return in time.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Ruthless blade of trespass, </div><div>upon soft flesh of mind.</div><div>In absence still remembered. </div><div>You will return in time.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasxc3Nv23isLF0YXtBJcOYc_AE0gU7VPwNsBkXlAn_huZ3-L0SjFfgCLPG1UAWxs5AWWywWRReJq_XvURrBZcieMcEtlQ5IKLtDtjfIXwSTHxU3wi32LAYTjZgkEDxXLt9R-ssSuWEkU/s1600/9032902390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasxc3Nv23isLF0YXtBJcOYc_AE0gU7VPwNsBkXlAn_huZ3-L0SjFfgCLPG1UAWxs5AWWywWRReJq_XvURrBZcieMcEtlQ5IKLtDtjfIXwSTHxU3wi32LAYTjZgkEDxXLt9R-ssSuWEkU/s640/9032902390.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>"Dissolution"<br /><br /><br />It matters not that I did seek,<br /><div>to conquer fear and vanquish pain, </div><div>for victory belongs to grief, </div><div>so into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div><br /></div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.<br /><div><br /></div>It matters not that I did seek,<br /><div>to conquer fear and vanquish pain, </div><div>for victory belongs to grief, </div><div>so into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div><div>Into tears dissolve in vain.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcmkdSbVcPxstUAKlgZF4h_kHejCvxNJDZKzIV887D2QOTHVsTkKn3OIsCNnnAR6VKsLuP2T8T3iAKgVHfZLXV_OQpXuTAoLp7pvZeqlg63jeqKgYHTg_GAWLiPmhCuvDzYFdQ8zZhXs/s1600/667676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcmkdSbVcPxstUAKlgZF4h_kHejCvxNJDZKzIV887D2QOTHVsTkKn3OIsCNnnAR6VKsLuP2T8T3iAKgVHfZLXV_OQpXuTAoLp7pvZeqlg63jeqKgYHTg_GAWLiPmhCuvDzYFdQ8zZhXs/s640/667676.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Only Death"<br /><br /><br />There is only death. </div><div>No god, no love, no joy.</div><div>There is only death., </div><div>and the fear of it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QAqoYONw4yt8zNpKYJlSRZ5wS3vxyy72IBqneht2sF53_8tgeFW1_SuTEkrgT2vm3Abu-mqnnaNz50lPy6ubB24hTrlEQSKywPbAjanp5ZA5c4EcuCXJAUv7lGmopegj11a2E15aaUQ/s1600/99599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QAqoYONw4yt8zNpKYJlSRZ5wS3vxyy72IBqneht2sF53_8tgeFW1_SuTEkrgT2vm3Abu-mqnnaNz50lPy6ubB24hTrlEQSKywPbAjanp5ZA5c4EcuCXJAUv7lGmopegj11a2E15aaUQ/s640/99599.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div>"Womb So Scorned"<br /><br /><div><br />Bereaved of that for which i live.</div><div>You have chastised me. </div><div>Womb so scorned, </div><div>with hollow rage.</div><div>You have chastised me.</div><div>You have chastised me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bereaved of that for which i live.</div><div>You have chastised me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Womb so scorned, </div><div><br /></div><div>with hollow rage.</div><div><br /></div><div>Womb so scorned, </div><div><br /></div><div>with hollow rage.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>You have chastised me.</div><div>You have chastised me.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFalPDltbmzkwyGbRlckJ3P21u2sVoIlkxfMHRNlQzCp5dtIIWEvAUJGsxi5s6gfsOWA62Jl51AASAHUCNWQbPjxa8nrWlOxwsFe7PY1ZWck6ReYrGxYaV4Ta1S7Dna2vIGPpBhNPuOE/s1600/65659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFalPDltbmzkwyGbRlckJ3P21u2sVoIlkxfMHRNlQzCp5dtIIWEvAUJGsxi5s6gfsOWA62Jl51AASAHUCNWQbPjxa8nrWlOxwsFe7PY1ZWck6ReYrGxYaV4Ta1S7Dna2vIGPpBhNPuOE/s640/65659.jpg" width="636" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Time Passing"<br /><br /><div><br />Time passing, </div><div>unseen, </div><div>heavy with mortality, </div><div>with memory </div><div>and sentiment, </div><div>and fearful regret, </div><div>bitter seed of futile fertility.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Time passing, </div><div>unseen, </div><div>heavy with mortality, </div><div>with memory </div><div>and sentiment, </div><div>and fearful regret, </div><div>bitter seed of futile fertility.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32TbyECLJWsQdzQqlXsuO7O5PLRvUsOuh9SWECKLx193Y-MBKrWuAeICCIHz7JTCES9YedHuo9KmDNuY65DelptGfQVVweY22zEU5HNycsRAmWhfR580sg2ncNXEiboAlpUmx-Ecdrvk/s1600/nick_blinko1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32TbyECLJWsQdzQqlXsuO7O5PLRvUsOuh9SWECKLx193Y-MBKrWuAeICCIHz7JTCES9YedHuo9KmDNuY65DelptGfQVVweY22zEU5HNycsRAmWhfR580sg2ncNXEiboAlpUmx-Ecdrvk/s640/nick_blinko1.jpeg" width="630" /></a></div><div><br />"Echo"<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Language of agony, </div><div>torment in sound. </div><div>Weeping of ancestors </div><div>formed into words. </div><div>The echo of anguish, </div><div>primeval sorrow.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCl5t9glRnQIeIfTNlfOKpn_75YhwNzEXrZxkg33-mK3VHU3cDqfdjXszD-SSyoQVqBg7fIoop6JQJUg1lm___jKPwrQvpEtpMrJf2eY81irjiKfSqK0cW61FnV7TLdGpSgjUK3c_5Fk8/s1600/78978978978978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCl5t9glRnQIeIfTNlfOKpn_75YhwNzEXrZxkg33-mK3VHU3cDqfdjXszD-SSyoQVqBg7fIoop6JQJUg1lm___jKPwrQvpEtpMrJf2eY81irjiKfSqK0cW61FnV7TLdGpSgjUK3c_5Fk8/s640/78978978978978.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>"Voice"<br /><br /><br />Should I speak or silence keep. </div><div>Your verdict is unswayed. </div><div>Communicate we never will, </div><div>so hatred has its way.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div>Should I speak or silence keep. </div><div>Your verdict is unswayed. </div><div>Communicate we never will, </div><div>so hatred has its way.</div></div><div><br /></div>So hatred has its way.</div><div>So hatred has its way.</div><div>So hatred has its way.</div><div>So hatred has its way.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijS0X61sFKyYLvCcUJ03qXdfB-lPdzsbv0KWqnDTSz0dxlzp3gI_OqWU4KjRhVz2Coh5CCb1H4PiGMPfNQSA8100BNJ8EovgGO_bqdgQ9ITkGOy78ZA8b6MmT0mIBn-tlUCxsC-OLBwRo/s1600/5747656756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijS0X61sFKyYLvCcUJ03qXdfB-lPdzsbv0KWqnDTSz0dxlzp3gI_OqWU4KjRhVz2Coh5CCb1H4PiGMPfNQSA8100BNJ8EovgGO_bqdgQ9ITkGOy78ZA8b6MmT0mIBn-tlUCxsC-OLBwRo/s640/5747656756.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br />"Stone"<br /><br /><br />Fashioned from stone, </div><div>our blood is cold, </div><div>as the lifeless rock</div><div>through which inertia flows.<br /><br /><div>Fashioned from stone, </div><div>our blood is cold, </div><div>as the lifeless rock</div><div>through which inertia flows.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Fashioned from stone, </div><div>our blood is cold, </div><div>as the lifeless rock</div><div>through which inertia flows.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24s_trNcU7IRFFrYcm7IOVtJ9RJRwI-SR2J8ihnP2f9mebBIc98oz2qbrQ5DcarI3U3NwHW3uv1kK0NrSY3DjV37dOa0NhTlode2LQltwirp4z402FFeaR15zxvsjAZ6idc4XwYqqDHI/s1600/4535453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24s_trNcU7IRFFrYcm7IOVtJ9RJRwI-SR2J8ihnP2f9mebBIc98oz2qbrQ5DcarI3U3NwHW3uv1kK0NrSY3DjV37dOa0NhTlode2LQltwirp4z402FFeaR15zxvsjAZ6idc4XwYqqDHI/s640/4535453.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div><br />"Trial By Separation"<br /><br /><br />When we first met, </div><div>I was alone, </div><div>and so were you,</div><div>and so are you.</div><div>When we first touched, </div><div>I was alone, </div><div>and so were you,</div><div>and so are you.</div><div>When we first fucked, </div><div>I was alone, </div><div>and so were you,</div><div>and so are you.</div><div>you have deserted me. </div><div>I am alone, </div><div>and so are you,</div><div>and so are you.</div><div><div>you have deserted me. </div><div>I am alone, </div><div>and so are you,</div><div>and so are you.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYXPx-Qup_hSGt5p9tKOmuxbdUV4SCBHu27y183D3jt45S056gJOfluzkvw1MTAKrHKvfW7kRVtOv9_rnOH2cwje6SvPuMHsP0vh8koaUUuNsU4y-oR0KyhCyKM6249FICad0r6HbSeg/s1600/344444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYXPx-Qup_hSGt5p9tKOmuxbdUV4SCBHu27y183D3jt45S056gJOfluzkvw1MTAKrHKvfW7kRVtOv9_rnOH2cwje6SvPuMHsP0vh8koaUUuNsU4y-oR0KyhCyKM6249FICad0r6HbSeg/s640/344444.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><br />"From The Heart"<br /><br /><br />To your consent, </div><div>to life or death, </div><div>to life or death,</div><div>I will not yield, </div><div>and though you wound me, </div><div>and though I bleed, </div><div>to your heart's desire, </div><div>I will not yield.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>To your consent, </div><div>to life or death, </div><div>to life or death,</div><div>I will not yield, </div><div>and though you wound me, </div><div>and though I bleed, </div><div>to your heart's desire, </div><div>I will not yield.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>And though you wound me, </div><div>and though I bleed, </div><div>to your heart's desire, </div><div>I will not yield.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>To your consent, </div><div>to life or death, </div><div>to life or death,</div><div>I will not yield, </div><div><br /></div><div><div>And though you wound me, </div><div>and though I bleed, </div><div>to your heart's desire, </div><div>I will not yield.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97bVIiYwVzEp5cj2_tjGW3doclUI2VoYz5fqRgRjD27w7UWv5GgKZWmogHxTJYts8XAJWeH36TItqKEtHlI51diJN7JfXBCE2KLRF-PiuS9CuQ6ZWctJwUgnnXYjoUA6aCWLr64qWStw/s1600/333333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97bVIiYwVzEp5cj2_tjGW3doclUI2VoYz5fqRgRjD27w7UWv5GgKZWmogHxTJYts8XAJWeH36TItqKEtHlI51diJN7JfXBCE2KLRF-PiuS9CuQ6ZWctJwUgnnXYjoUA6aCWLr64qWStw/s640/333333.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /></div>"Your Secret Life"<br /><br /><br />I know all about your secret life, </div><div>your feminine mystique, </div><div>your falsity. </div><div>Your innocent promiscuity, </div><div>and your hypocritical cruelty </div><div>hold no mystery for me.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZR-j9QQyBBKN8L9HqfDoDGyEMjqiSvIo5klETBE2fA9zReP5pkHph6aJoaDkl93uyizBgW0EfseM7rYbOoxRTKn19xnJ3lsPKQhAW25bbtaiCmqTfVRIPFgxbUnBvQ75EX35c0S5I74/s1600/222222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZR-j9QQyBBKN8L9HqfDoDGyEMjqiSvIo5klETBE2fA9zReP5pkHph6aJoaDkl93uyizBgW0EfseM7rYbOoxRTKn19xnJ3lsPKQhAW25bbtaiCmqTfVRIPFgxbUnBvQ75EX35c0S5I74/s640/222222.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />"Captive of Atrophy"<br /><br /><br />A collection of empty cells.</div><div>A collection of empty cells.</div><div><br />You are the </div><div>crumbling walls </div><div>of our prison.</div><div><br /></div><div>A collection of empty cells.</div><div>A collection of empty cells.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>You are the </div><div>crumbling walls </div><div>of our prison.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-g9aL7c3RtrswHSNFs-luo1AIFlyXFGtzir8tMdVIYRR3Y14V5ANkx0vWb3F845qK-mkUSaRIaKbSMA04-JiCC1St2QhYzb2LjxKTCj5u6yoraZIbJmAQ6ou3Xg9kAIODlk3_iSsmIU/s1600/R-1008334-1293749739.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-g9aL7c3RtrswHSNFs-luo1AIFlyXFGtzir8tMdVIYRR3Y14V5ANkx0vWb3F845qK-mkUSaRIaKbSMA04-JiCC1St2QhYzb2LjxKTCj5u6yoraZIbJmAQ6ou3Xg9kAIODlk3_iSsmIU/s640/R-1008334-1293749739.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"No Other Truth"</div><br /><br />No other truth<br /><div><br />No other truth but power alone.</div><div><br />How I see you.</div><div><br /></div><div>No other truth but power alone.</div><div><br />How you see me.</div><div>No other truth but power alone.</div><div>No other truth.</div><div>No other truth but power alone.</div><div>No other truth.</div><div>No other truth but power alone.</div><div>No other truth.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJNewCH-Pl2PGR9zj4O684R-pLv85Oe0j7SSxx3rHZAQghg3Fy2PwChYRuX9u1At6rEWjlnUnWjAlH08glJtJ7hMolpv4K0rpwqAedfTROmP9Km2dqstlX-uCOS8RhgXjFQTS_SP6QGs/s1600/9889898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJNewCH-Pl2PGR9zj4O684R-pLv85Oe0j7SSxx3rHZAQghg3Fy2PwChYRuX9u1At6rEWjlnUnWjAlH08glJtJ7hMolpv4K0rpwqAedfTROmP9Km2dqstlX-uCOS8RhgXjFQTS_SP6QGs/s640/9889898.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br />"Essence"</div><br /><br />Being within<br />Is a lie.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Being within<br />Is a lie.</div><div><br />Our essence no more<br />Than a ghost of superstition.</div><div><br /></div><div>Being within<br />Is a lie.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Being within<br />Is a lie.</div><div><br />Our essence no more<br />Than a ghost of superstition.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOijhT1wKkdpJI9R_gWcihlmLOPlQpQOkOM3RzTq6iiyDzTIePAUJmQdKC4EjFUNFXL_TlHEe0j6VW0d3eJCGG4akVESiLHvuOe2gd5rjHtaTg7nOMLEfFhWFYK-uogr3YQT6qWtlKqU/s1600/R-369989-1305547610.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOijhT1wKkdpJI9R_gWcihlmLOPlQpQOkOM3RzTq6iiyDzTIePAUJmQdKC4EjFUNFXL_TlHEe0j6VW0d3eJCGG4akVESiLHvuOe2gd5rjHtaTg7nOMLEfFhWFYK-uogr3YQT6qWtlKqU/s640/R-369989-1305547610.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Bequest"</div><div><br /></div><br />Aaaaaaaaah.<br /><br />My father,<br />you have promised me<br />an inheritance of death.<br />Your legacy.<br />This tragedy.<br />An undesirable bequest.<br /><br />Aaaaaaaaah.<br /><br />My child,<br />I have promised you<br />An inheritance of death.<br />Your legacy.<br />This tragedy.<br />An undesirable bequest.<br /><br />Aaaaaaaaah.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IFcWlj5pGZN_pPuMsScSPf5RTCZtP9mTmJ3f4sgWsndwFQSzPlZPATqJ8dkKQpen0JKuF7AgYCRRe-2kPzfwfZThqElnRGytX3MqXouGa4BwKOvvBCQ88YVwLmF1U-mC-lFDZzstbik/s1600/4789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1IFcWlj5pGZN_pPuMsScSPf5RTCZtP9mTmJ3f4sgWsndwFQSzPlZPATqJ8dkKQpen0JKuF7AgYCRRe-2kPzfwfZThqElnRGytX3MqXouGa4BwKOvvBCQ88YVwLmF1U-mC-lFDZzstbik/s640/4789.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Underclass"</div><br /><br />Repression.<br />Rejection.<br />Oppression.<br />Exclusion.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOddDtC896IPSAhYdUStZw9ZqMqRjs_q7EVNKjx_ukhxKOyErXjn4eEct53Kd8rLUDewvrt9k21RHX8vsN2rwLU3Nw-CmHiaJc2gle6YOBMAn0oZf-KTIBFsMrVcbyl2mPHBH0OGRWnE/s1600/87989698978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOddDtC896IPSAhYdUStZw9ZqMqRjs_q7EVNKjx_ukhxKOyErXjn4eEct53Kd8rLUDewvrt9k21RHX8vsN2rwLU3Nw-CmHiaJc2gle6YOBMAn0oZf-KTIBFsMrVcbyl2mPHBH0OGRWnE/s640/87989698978.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Choice of Evils"</div><br /><br />There is no right or wrong.<br />There is no right or wrong.<br />So help the weak,<br />and fight the strong.<br />There is no right or wrong.<br />There is no right or wrong,<br />but the brute force of history.<br /><div><br /></div><div>There is no right or wrong.<br />There is no right or wrong.<br />So help the weak,<br />and fight the strong.<br />There is no right or wrong.<br />There is no right or wrong,<br />but the brute force of history.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is no right or wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51YP1s-vF_ZZci_bxJ6SawEndApL8rAt4kly_Hyr2HricaYzpR1MBP1-rY83zwJGIkHOHocLnI4vLu-3glm-uVUM-BKFGk7Lf6PxT6R12ND_fAIi8VPUXnClzTNvMayx9Q1X-2YcXLy8/s1600/909--0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51YP1s-vF_ZZci_bxJ6SawEndApL8rAt4kly_Hyr2HricaYzpR1MBP1-rY83zwJGIkHOHocLnI4vLu-3glm-uVUM-BKFGk7Lf6PxT6R12ND_fAIi8VPUXnClzTNvMayx9Q1X-2YcXLy8/s640/909--0.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><div>"The Internal Censor"</div><br /><br />I am not in pain,<br />and I do not fear death.<br />Yet, these words I read,<br />and strike out nonetheless.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not in pain,<br />and I do not fear death.<br />Yet, these words I read,<br />and strike out nonetheless.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP5IWVWxnpc6BrS2QRgaP3rrQ77Z9wxmWXwFX7y0Xi05ks1wtvqARNFDWq5goDnLJObVO8TVtWHwSv10UGBFyPw2OiCkO4FeJYLGkvsSa0yME8aLWq4LRLRT0P7aN-UO74IJKdW9nPJo/s1600/222eeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP5IWVWxnpc6BrS2QRgaP3rrQ77Z9wxmWXwFX7y0Xi05ks1wtvqARNFDWq5goDnLJObVO8TVtWHwSv10UGBFyPw2OiCkO4FeJYLGkvsSa0yME8aLWq4LRLRT0P7aN-UO74IJKdW9nPJo/s640/222eeee.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><div><br /><div>"The Ocean of Misery"</div><div><br /></div><br />All my tears<br />are but one drop<br />in an ocean<br />of misery.<br /><br />All your tears<br />are but one drop<br />in an ocean<br />of misery.<br /><br />All our tears<br />are but one drop<br />in an ocean<br />of misery.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohMm1tYdt62PnPEed-_Qlbmc2SD2RPqAvVEhENDySI_F0FhHWsVUsMkIzCIfR2CJnHWnCM4yXsPS9JhwrmjdyvXDO71FtjCDspjIWTKYK0Lv8zyNCdtFrvdu9ZXUeF2tdoqmQl4KQGfY/s1600/333rr3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="556" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohMm1tYdt62PnPEed-_Qlbmc2SD2RPqAvVEhENDySI_F0FhHWsVUsMkIzCIfR2CJnHWnCM4yXsPS9JhwrmjdyvXDO71FtjCDspjIWTKYK0Lv8zyNCdtFrvdu9ZXUeF2tdoqmQl4KQGfY/s640/333rr3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"One and All"</div><div><br /></div><br />We are all<br /><div>so full of death.<br />We are all </div><div>so full of lies.<br />We are all </div><div>so empty.<br />One and all </div><div>so empty.</div><div><br /></div><div>We are all<br /><div>so full of death.<br />We are all </div><div>so full of lies.<br />We are all </div><div>so empty.<br />One and all </div><div>so empty.</div><div><br /></div><div>One and all</div><div>so empty.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPD1XyshzHJEmQI3qxlQOlD90t2l5B9c_YZr8BjBQi_rNK5MOlhyphenhyphenul7lfpSMf5l5kl8rmridZVH3zSXV5essBQK_82oiz0sHqTaIREAAR-DLz1VF2_mu3WrcRfMizlofo5CF-qOixGqo/s1600/1008359-rudimentary-peni-archaic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPD1XyshzHJEmQI3qxlQOlD90t2l5B9c_YZr8BjBQi_rNK5MOlhyphenhyphenul7lfpSMf5l5kl8rmridZVH3zSXV5essBQK_82oiz0sHqTaIREAAR-DLz1VF2_mu3WrcRfMizlofo5CF-qOixGqo/s640/1008359-rudimentary-peni-archaic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Suffer"</div><div><br /></div><br />Through decades of decay,<br />despair and dismay,</div><div><br /></div><div>Through decades of decay,<br />we suffer and suffer.</div><div>We suffer and suffer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Through decades of decay,<br />despair and dismay,</div><div>through decades of decay,<br /><div>we suffer and suffer.</div><div>We suffer and suffer.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CFKV544A1r2QF5EUsaT5jbeha1wxWmV4EfE1HpR8KFPyjcqYAMwQ5uefm6ziBgJt6KptaanE4XrSXa2nBnwbNTK3LCFKhA37xg9WLf7HUfUl88qqzXUW6Je9tKAfODwDYgek_FALXFI/s1600/333eee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CFKV544A1r2QF5EUsaT5jbeha1wxWmV4EfE1HpR8KFPyjcqYAMwQ5uefm6ziBgJt6KptaanE4XrSXa2nBnwbNTK3LCFKhA37xg9WLf7HUfUl88qqzXUW6Je9tKAfODwDYgek_FALXFI/s640/333eee.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"In Crematorium Flame"</div><br /><br />Conception is a crime.<br />The guilt and sentence lie.<br />In crematorium flame.</div><div><br /></div><div>Conception is a crime.<br />The guilt and sentence lie.<br />In crematorium flame.</div><div><br /></div><div>Conception is a crime.<br />The guilt and sentence lie.<br />In crematorium flame.</div><div>Conception is a crime.<br />The guilt and sentence lie.<br />In crematorium flame.</div><div><br /></div><div>In crematorium flame.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdOZKMcaTWRk8TlmOsX95M5ehBoTGLEjFKkJixTwC1AlTUHdx0gebBcf0IrJL5xy5y-NP0DHpaLM-fkuoA-PoYWfOj7txKA1Uq9iuphcvdbvEHHS3r-uq4_M7Zq8VRNZ76DRi3xhGbDI/s1600/455554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdOZKMcaTWRk8TlmOsX95M5ehBoTGLEjFKkJixTwC1AlTUHdx0gebBcf0IrJL5xy5y-NP0DHpaLM-fkuoA-PoYWfOj7txKA1Uq9iuphcvdbvEHHS3r-uq4_M7Zq8VRNZ76DRi3xhGbDI/s640/455554.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /><div>"Lost"<br /><br /><br />Lost, I am tortured </div><div>by these days.<br />Lost, I am murdered </div><div>by the seasons.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Lost, I am tortured </div><div>by these days.<br />Lost, I am murdered </div><div>by the seasons.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqp32KksBUj7-wA4gNI767AwiR6b0q4c0VW2LayZ04Iq17Lfd9wULmzzoVDWwd2sFJDaTud82QPc-7n-FA8Z7BWaW7hmUCtWiV31JWqle7K8kGaaruvj715aYG1HBjDWN5QLa0areACMI/s1600/4444444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqp32KksBUj7-wA4gNI767AwiR6b0q4c0VW2LayZ04Iq17Lfd9wULmzzoVDWwd2sFJDaTud82QPc-7n-FA8Z7BWaW7hmUCtWiV31JWqle7K8kGaaruvj715aYG1HBjDWN5QLa0areACMI/s640/4444444.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Rain"</div><br /><br />The rain </div><div>runs down </div><div>their carved names.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The rain </div><div>runs down </div><div>their carved names.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The rain </div><div>runs down </div><div>their carved names.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The rain </div><div>runs down </div><div>Your carved names.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLaBcx7Nhx60Pl_zubK1O-QfqkYJP6hMtxQRzeKN9q60-4HKeTTmU6A1u7Jd6LIAdHOzGi64V-4il-nEuOgGgmWOONOCi9IbtQbHhhavenL24FU15Vsx81DIy7j5UiZv8hj1WgfFcW1w/s1600/4545555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLaBcx7Nhx60Pl_zubK1O-QfqkYJP6hMtxQRzeKN9q60-4HKeTTmU6A1u7Jd6LIAdHOzGi64V-4il-nEuOgGgmWOONOCi9IbtQbHhhavenL24FU15Vsx81DIy7j5UiZv8hj1WgfFcW1w/s640/4545555.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"Mercy of Slumber"</div><div><br /></div><br />From this nightmare,<br />someday I'll wake,<br />to sleep forever.</div><div>To sleep forever.<br /><div><br /></div><div><div>From this nightmare,<br />someday I'll wake,<br />to sleep forever.</div><div>To sleep forever.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>From this nightmare,<br />someday I'll wake,<br />to sleep forever.</div><div>To sleep forever.</div></div><div>To sleep forever.</div><div>To sleep forever.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTF4DVdiZMRV1VDTZtCQRh6k1d4ZGSqwF3DI6T-cU4DMRRfc-U3oUr4OQJBFZKVlhZXVgVj_y73iuGSKOyKhc3f6pfTWrhbumNuyXYXiVsqPQ7qUwtNC2q1xTC_S3GY0ah_PoujIJwi0/s1600/33433333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTF4DVdiZMRV1VDTZtCQRh6k1d4ZGSqwF3DI6T-cU4DMRRfc-U3oUr4OQJBFZKVlhZXVgVj_y73iuGSKOyKhc3f6pfTWrhbumNuyXYXiVsqPQ7qUwtNC2q1xTC_S3GY0ah_PoujIJwi0/s640/33433333.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Curse"</div><br /><br />You hate me,<br />and frustrate me,<br />isolate me<br />and castrate me.<br /><br />To the day I die,<br />I curse you and all your kind.<br /><div>To the day I die,<br />I curse you and all your kind.</div><div><br /></div><div><br />You hate me,<br />and frustrate me,<br />isolate me<br />and castrate me.</div><div><br /></div><div>To the day I die,<br />I curse you and all your kind.<br /><div>To the day I die,<br />I curse you and all your kind.</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpd87LV5jO8V5PnwaN-nSSBDJZxXSJVnGeOx2U4VenDqd7EUNQbJoCplbaiv5bwgW99Wsq1I8qQZPxowm7tIjSO6ejx6cLHtq8Xqf8uyud3L_VpaD7e5QSOLT1uMOQWg4Rhh1h9PULiY/s1600/45454455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpd87LV5jO8V5PnwaN-nSSBDJZxXSJVnGeOx2U4VenDqd7EUNQbJoCplbaiv5bwgW99Wsq1I8qQZPxowm7tIjSO6ejx6cLHtq8Xqf8uyud3L_VpaD7e5QSOLT1uMOQWg4Rhh1h9PULiY/s640/45454455.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"The Enlightened Dreamer"</div><br /><br />Most will fail<br />and all will die,<br />so none shall live<br />to tell the tale.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most will fail<br />and all will die,<br />so none shall live<br />to tell the tale.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6VYELXu1S247YYqEHdAPgIAkuDuAHBPr-zbjgsvpbUUuW-k8M_z8z_OoDH02z6zlIaFey_x43iE4S44qo1p0-pwgf0flqTjJvuuJW20gdDTp7bYoL1oE1DlIa7XIA7tUBWiYwOsWC20/s1600/45454545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6VYELXu1S247YYqEHdAPgIAkuDuAHBPr-zbjgsvpbUUuW-k8M_z8z_OoDH02z6zlIaFey_x43iE4S44qo1p0-pwgf0flqTjJvuuJW20gdDTp7bYoL1oE1DlIa7XIA7tUBWiYwOsWC20/s640/45454545.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"X N.H.S."</div><div><br /></div><br />The N.H.S. is closing down.<br />Dr. Benardos coming to town.<br />Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div>Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The N.H.S. is closing down.<br />Dr. Benardos coming to town.<br />Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div>Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div>Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div>Fight the hand that bleeds.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRxFtuKsRPYS8ooyiZKVqTvrK4iCBuD5O7Bi8ZYCitES9MPLG6f86XFi7yU2Rgu3MlvtbYw4iAcf_0b2zyiij72bxjhqNj1a4xCPTGZcgMbp9v4VYka8Xo7RUSBFWx6AwyIaA-mghhnY/s1600/676767676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJRxFtuKsRPYS8ooyiZKVqTvrK4iCBuD5O7Bi8ZYCitES9MPLG6f86XFi7yU2Rgu3MlvtbYw4iAcf_0b2zyiij72bxjhqNj1a4xCPTGZcgMbp9v4VYka8Xo7RUSBFWx6AwyIaA-mghhnY/s640/676767676.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>"House from the Void"</div><br /><br />From the void,</div><div>the womb is formed.<br />The void in human form.</div><div><br /></div><div>From the void</div><div>the void is formed</div><div>The void in human form.</div><div>The void in human form.</div><div>The void in human form.</div><div>The void in human form.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholFyn8SQ3ahw7FCmS-4ucecc7dwAquTFL9IAi4FO-cqtSPNilEcYJ52bsPXCWoUiotryx5jGN8ntkAPXT_oBcQRGutn2LVC8MZfdrB6U6YUAL8rsEkJ7JZlaq2_RuviiINZaiiyfbyH8/s1600/4545454545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Soon to come downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div>Rudimentary Peni 1981 Outer Himalayan</div><div>Live at St. James Church, Kings Cross, London 16/01/82<br />Live at the London Musicians Collective, Camden, London 20/05/82<br />Live at the Ludwick Hall, Welwyn Garden City 28/05/82<br />Farce 1982 Crass Records<br />Line in Nottingham, Yorker Club 01/08/82</div><div>Death Church 1982 Corpus Christi</div><div>Cacophony 1989 Outer Himalayan</div><div>(I wont be uploading their newer stuff. Their newest CD is called 'The Chances')</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-67874723173533428252011-08-06T22:03:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:22.014-07:00Soft Drinks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlVuXVYhFnnNx1Ke6wSQ8uoJF4oqCRcXMOtrB1UwlE3oCKLtE-u5Nt5lYReM0KN6JYLg91sRE9r96dGpJmnVBBf7bG7LYPQTCdISqn5YvMLsJgVB_pYgbKgp364rPrk0G_2Bmel-mxwI/s1600/R-1519620-1225981484.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlVuXVYhFnnNx1Ke6wSQ8uoJF4oqCRcXMOtrB1UwlE3oCKLtE-u5Nt5lYReM0KN6JYLg91sRE9r96dGpJmnVBBf7bG7LYPQTCdISqn5YvMLsJgVB_pYgbKgp364rPrk0G_2Bmel-mxwI/s1600/R-1519620-1225981484.jpeg" /></a></div><br /> Soft drinks were Jon Greville on drums and Drooper on vocals from the Magits, plus Lee Grivelle on synthesizer duties who I am assuming is related to Jon. They had a very interesting sound that sounded like Rudimentary Peni and The Magits put together(Drooper was the vocalist for the Magits and Jon is the drummer for Rudimentary Peni). Their one and only record is titled 'Pop Stars in their Pyjamas' and was released on Nick Blinko's Outer Himalayan Records label(Nick also drew the cover). I decided to make a post about this band because of their close ties to The Magits and Rudimentary Peni. After the band ceased to be, Drooper and Lee disappeared, but Jon went on to continue playing drums for Rudimentary Peni.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Amdjk-rkiZYOS2k2FmvSwqfDvdeipPcge-8r9WtQyKL89jAngRTWd-b9v7MhZUVMY2oHr2a5D9z6ETBYUIM8grxUH2-yQBeoKiR6d47Fd8qAtzU-6247sG7QvukpS7ane4V1ka0chpk/s1600/R-1519620-1225981492.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Amdjk-rkiZYOS2k2FmvSwqfDvdeipPcge-8r9WtQyKL89jAngRTWd-b9v7MhZUVMY2oHr2a5D9z6ETBYUIM8grxUH2-yQBeoKiR6d47Fd8qAtzU-6247sG7QvukpS7ane4V1ka0chpk/s1600/R-1519620-1225981492.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><br />Soon to come Downloads:<br /><br />Popstars in Pajamas 1982 Outer Himalayan<br />http://www.box.net/shared/08jqq2m8kic1dk0tdiau<br />The Thing from the Crypt Compilation Tracks 1981<br />http://www.box.net/shared/f04f79p57d3djgc7o5kkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-82858293024598933012011-08-06T14:50:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:22.069-07:00The Magits<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgKrDOuxBMJo-3YDZxwbGq5-LEBVB5abhIyJq9MGcc2P2dwiWvsT6wXN0wNJbCySMD8iI2WGNZXtrHFq-aITNBnSuy3gCk0q_RCITeNKFLI1Y0JHC30cGbVNnD0OSDJDP6Xu4GvVnEOU/s1600/magits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="521" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgKrDOuxBMJo-3YDZxwbGq5-LEBVB5abhIyJq9MGcc2P2dwiWvsT6wXN0wNJbCySMD8iI2WGNZXtrHFq-aITNBnSuy3gCk0q_RCITeNKFLI1Y0JHC30cGbVNnD0OSDJDP6Xu4GvVnEOU/s640/magits.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Around 1977, four school friends decided to become a part of the 'anti-fashion' and 'individual' punk movement that was starting to bloom(even though they already saw it as getting 'killed' during 1978 by the media) by starting a band called Magit Turds. The band included Martin 'Drooper' Cooper on vocals, Alex Hawkes, Jon Greville and Nicholas John Blinko on synthesizers and artwork. The band would later change their name to simply The Magits. Rehearsals were held at Jon's parents' place, but the band used really weird instruments instead of guitars,bass and drums. Unfortunately, Jon Greville left the band, which led to most of the music being made by Martin and Nicholas, and rarely ever by Alex.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kyZDNs24sNpWfdCDWSifp55w-fqI29pCitYkl_gkhd5oTjva2WiKptV5YborVtws7wPTqTzjh9iTQQup221eDGsKjJtVBKhT5ioNZyYN1FEw39eNapsSzm3RamgUpbD4DwYtbeAkr18/s1600/78789898908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9kyZDNs24sNpWfdCDWSifp55w-fqI29pCitYkl_gkhd5oTjva2WiKptV5YborVtws7wPTqTzjh9iTQQup221eDGsKjJtVBKhT5ioNZyYN1FEw39eNapsSzm3RamgUpbD4DwYtbeAkr18/s1600/78789898908.jpg" /></a></div><br /> In 1979, the band released their one and only record titled the 'Fully Coherent' E.P, released on Nicholas' own label called Outer Himalayan Records, which featured four really short, really bizarre songs picked from several others from two different recording studios about human life such as how we waste it by working our tiring jobs, and how we try to escape reality to get it off our minds. The band members actually don't remember if they ever played a gig, but they were supposed to play a gig with Adam and The Ants which never materialized, and a second single was recorded the following year called 'A Pawn in the Game' with Alex helping out this time, but it was never released for unknown reasons and Alex left afterwards. Nicholas went on to briefly play in the S-Haters, and Jon joined the Soft drinks for a only a short while. Now, what is something hardly anyone knows about this band? Sometime during the beginning of 1980, the remaining members Jon Greville and Nicholas(now known as Nick Blinko) joined together again and formed Rudimentary Peni.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqcTa-DHcmkAUw5KNeIVQulU1GRlCBrQHNCCC2pldrnhX3xVowF0KK57BXyRTy2n9Dn-P0npWp9_SfKNHcJEDjIhEq7kxVHC0hyphenhyphenFnykn6Ztspa2yAa_L4UJHJOasqKsUn_2wmXwMew24/s1600/343343434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYqcTa-DHcmkAUw5KNeIVQulU1GRlCBrQHNCCC2pldrnhX3xVowF0KK57BXyRTy2n9Dn-P0npWp9_SfKNHcJEDjIhEq7kxVHC0hyphenhyphenFnykn6Ztspa2yAa_L4UJHJOasqKsUn_2wmXwMew24/s640/343343434.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>"Fragmented"<br /><br /><br />Monday is a square box,<br />unfortunately locked.<br /><br />Tuesday follows Wednesday,<br />already am I lost?<br /><br />Communication crises<br />converse with me.<br /><br />I will not conform.<br />Fragment reality.<br /><br /><br />"Disconnect"<br /><br /><br />We are overqualified<br />to see right through the vacuum<br />with our X-ray eyes.<br /><br />Don't defy authority<br />when you have the energy.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br />Disconnect.<br /><br /><br />"Disjointed"<br /><br /><br />Blitzkrieg Zugzwang.<br />Be careful not to shout.<br /><br />Hiding from reality<br />is not a good way out.<br /><br /><br />"Detached"<br /><br /><br />Avante Guarde.<br />Avante guarde.<br />Avante guarde.<br />Avante guarde.<br /><br />We stop at destruction.<br />My body is a mess.<br />Rebuild in the factory<br />with minimum distress.<br /><br /><br />Soon to come downloads:<br /><br />Fully Coherent 1979 Outer Himalayan<br />http://www.box.net/shared/kohm6oso6y3qgvheyxgm<br />A Pawn in the game(sadly, I don't have this)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7010891330321897317.post-35769437592384874132011-08-04T22:53:00.000-07:002013-09-25T19:31:22.125-07:00The Legion of Parasites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy2j8bwBDZz1PS02O6PaOPLrkCq9sVYsYdxNBpiVPqA6JjpyJW6cfItVs8wD5rWSQlif0CLDGfO3_fDclBGloYTCvK1v6KFIWbRzswV-3AIpvECv53jg80fSZ-kgZm3rKTpMIxXI41fs/s1600/Legion+of+Parasites.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy2j8bwBDZz1PS02O6PaOPLrkCq9sVYsYdxNBpiVPqA6JjpyJW6cfItVs8wD5rWSQlif0CLDGfO3_fDclBGloYTCvK1v6KFIWbRzswV-3AIpvECv53jg80fSZ-kgZm3rKTpMIxXI41fs/s640/Legion+of+Parasites.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The Legion of Parasites were one of the more thrashier sounding 'Anarcho' bands from the Village of Pavenham, Bedforshire. Some of the members had already been in bands since 1978, but the Legion of Parasites began in 1981 with Cian Houchin(when he was 16) on guitar, Sean Houchin(when he was 17) on vocals and Simon 'Wag' Wagstaff(when he was 14) on drums(he burrowed his sister's drum set). Early influences included the U.K. Subs, Dead Kennedys, Buzzcocks, The Sex Pistols and Sham 69. To practice, they used a shed which was located in Wag's garden. After nine months, they were joined on bass by Scott Hick(age 15).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNEH3aoI8dfbe7R1rR15MTTu3tgnyOQg6D_3qfgGk78GqnnCsDrl9W8Bf13jiRhYE_5DSYTTB4xRC7SoqdXji4_rsbwitR7-OLiojjn8x8ga2fQMFOt_3ntYVl6n7imJWnBjN5Buumig/s1600/tgttgtgtgt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNEH3aoI8dfbe7R1rR15MTTu3tgnyOQg6D_3qfgGk78GqnnCsDrl9W8Bf13jiRhYE_5DSYTTB4xRC7SoqdXji4_rsbwitR7-OLiojjn8x8ga2fQMFOt_3ntYVl6n7imJWnBjN5Buumig/s640/tgttgtgtgt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The band wrote their early lyrics about the issues they felt strongly about. However, The quickly realized that the first wave of punk was beginning to sell out, and that the big business men had all these punks on strings for their own profit. This is when the reaction to that came to their attention. Sean managed to get a hold of a copy of Crass's album 'Feeding of the Five Thousand' and once he heard it, he used to just play it over and over again, even though his parents hated the record and wanted him to throw it away due to it's lyrical content. In addition, a couple of America bands such as Bad Brains, Flipper and Black Flag also began to influence them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCuxENF0JciTQINcI6VDeTr8xcMuYvWX_Ew_gntwHjLbILyFqcMcbb6im8L4bTIfTjvo9TONfzGZ-2D9jFZp5U2kuPPRsE_Y-bPPc_PZFtXGRnA7xvxUuDkzhJ4mP5zIsP6nGOqE3fkk/s1600/u7u7u7u7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="623" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVCuxENF0JciTQINcI6VDeTr8xcMuYvWX_Ew_gntwHjLbILyFqcMcbb6im8L4bTIfTjvo9TONfzGZ-2D9jFZp5U2kuPPRsE_Y-bPPc_PZFtXGRnA7xvxUuDkzhJ4mP5zIsP6nGOqE3fkk/s640/u7u7u7u7.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Crass's 'Stations of the Crass' album influenced them the most, and helped spark their political side. The inspiration encouraged the band to record their first seven song demo called 'Another Disaster'(the band picked that name because they felt that is how it began for them) in 1982 which was recorded at Luton's Hero Studios. The cover contained the Argentinean destroyer Belgrano getting destroyed by a British submarine. A second, five song demo was recorded during the Autumn of that same year at Rocksnake Studios, in Rushden, North Beds. Less than a hundred cassettes were made, and sold at gigs.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPFJQhpuO86vJohwAQ1sBXaRRatEy0JoXU0ciFODYTow-msbK9bY_ZRyW2lLwje5e_UfkjeHYbC6a1G3KxxrHKdcV30LcSRF3JrN9gQNVsPdnZomHJc-vhKimnnPT07Gdvce04htmft8/s1600/legion+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPFJQhpuO86vJohwAQ1sBXaRRatEy0JoXU0ciFODYTow-msbK9bY_ZRyW2lLwje5e_UfkjeHYbC6a1G3KxxrHKdcV30LcSRF3JrN9gQNVsPdnZomHJc-vhKimnnPT07Gdvce04htmft8/s640/legion+2.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> Once Spring came during 1983, the four were joined on guitar by Steve 'Gibbo' Gibbs. Afterwards, two tracks from their second demo titled 'Dying World' and 'Death Watch' were taken with consent for the 1983 compilation record titled 'Gonads Here's the Testicles' on Pax Records. Unfortunately, their second guitarist 'Gibbo' left during the Spring of 1984 to take a different musical direction.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7SYAaBr78PT3dSVcURchMPXrJEekuRosZzwyix1lVN_LGUhHtycYG2Zhw1TaZPrlqOwRsGDQln-dXDXZBJaRdX_froG5nsXoTjCsTmJtHmNXXPX5gIKe_-XvAh_7Ds2bZ-a-c0UucaQ/s1600/l+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7SYAaBr78PT3dSVcURchMPXrJEekuRosZzwyix1lVN_LGUhHtycYG2Zhw1TaZPrlqOwRsGDQln-dXDXZBJaRdX_froG5nsXoTjCsTmJtHmNXXPX5gIKe_-XvAh_7Ds2bZ-a-c0UucaQ/s640/l+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> The band continued to distribute their demo out to wider audiences, which led to the tracks 'Death Watch' and 'Promises' appearing in the American compilation 'Compulsory Overtime' on Diesen Records and 'Dying World' alongside 'Boredom' appearing on the 'Empty Skulls Volume Two' compilation record for Fartblossom Records. Next, the band met Digby Pearson(founder of Earache Records) who wrote a bit for them in a Maximum Rock & Roll magazine, and organized gigs at Nottingham's Coalville Social Club, where the band played with Antisect and Mau Maus.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk-oWVs4V7hT9YpXX4x6oO7Cld51lovxfyu3PTSEoQVZHrivYKkLvDAWcAEeestpqsj3lIIQjtaugfvr8pT7VrmGLNGD9lf3ejdIGa2pVGSOKmahiQz3nvlvTkqdO3buQHnxLO6kyMio/s1600/R-1129180-1301133568.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIk-oWVs4V7hT9YpXX4x6oO7Cld51lovxfyu3PTSEoQVZHrivYKkLvDAWcAEeestpqsj3lIIQjtaugfvr8pT7VrmGLNGD9lf3ejdIGa2pVGSOKmahiQz3nvlvTkqdO3buQHnxLO6kyMio/s640/R-1129180-1301133568.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Following the gigs with Antisect, the band decided to record another demo, and the gigs just seemed to pour in. After a show supporting Conflict, Colin Jerwood(Conflict's lead singer) suggested that the band should release an E.P. on the 'just finished' Fight Back label. The band returned to Rocksnake and recorded six tracks that would become the 1984 'Undesirable Guests' 12". However, their founding bassist Scott left after this release, this forced their vocalist Cian to sing and play bass for the band. They were down to a three-piece, but Cian was good enough to cover both tasks, so they followed by recording the song 'Sea of Desecration' for the 'We don't want your Fucking War!' compilation on Fight Back Records, including other bands such as Toxic Waste, Subhumans, Anthrax(U.K. Anthrax, not the metal one), Decadent Few, Stalag 17, Lost Cherrees, Admit your Shit, Instigators and Liberty.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGqjz6jUoj5IGkxZ6nAX2lDg8zDT1SvoOYd5V3cm9FsF2us0-zDi3Hivv9_-KFrnh5OywrXA6E8UzQ4PlGANt632sQYqdaOciSiw3Ec21wEZRT0O0CkE9KAaFwWkGTz5hCJGmEbAOLQI/s1600/250004933223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="633" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGqjz6jUoj5IGkxZ6nAX2lDg8zDT1SvoOYd5V3cm9FsF2us0-zDi3Hivv9_-KFrnh5OywrXA6E8UzQ4PlGANt632sQYqdaOciSiw3Ec21wEZRT0O0CkE9KAaFwWkGTz5hCJGmEbAOLQI/s640/250004933223.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> In the Spring of 1985, the band entered the sixteen-track Thatched Cottage studio in Thurleigh to record all the material for their debut album. However, they had no money to pay for it, so they started their own label called Thrash Records and used it right away released their 'The Prison of Life' album. More gigs followed, such as gigs with Amebix, more with Antisect, Subhumans, Concrete Sox, Metal Duck and Chumbawamba. there was also a tour in the Netherlands during 1986, organized by Tony from Dutch punks B.G.K. and another Dutch punk band named God. The band began writing fanzines, and played most of their gigs as benefits for worthy causes such as arrest funds, hunt saboteurs, and anti-vivisection organizations.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBaqf-gD9VDytojp1uoW-gSYdh2il5ciy0vBe5yv5frcAvA8WnAuyHJTDY4-8m1c4cLXop5kbLSXpnXFjD5Dt2K95hMlQJku-k_LHAeDfhPF0XttB2WkexdDguChSW5FrZ_E5IKwUxb0/s1600/l+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBaqf-gD9VDytojp1uoW-gSYdh2il5ciy0vBe5yv5frcAvA8WnAuyHJTDY4-8m1c4cLXop5kbLSXpnXFjD5Dt2K95hMlQJku-k_LHAeDfhPF0XttB2WkexdDguChSW5FrZ_E5IKwUxb0/s640/l+%25282%2529.jpg" width="503" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> The Legion of Parasites were now at the their best, but the changing scene and drug infested audiences caused the band to question themselves if they should really continue to go on. This led to their demise after their last gig, where the members realized that their drive to keep going on had just about run out. They also noticed that the people around them were beginning to take more interest in the techno and rave scenes, so after the split, Sean and Wag went on to form a dub reggae band called Franticise(they felt that the reggae scene had become more threatening than the punk scene by that time) and Cian joined Stevenage's goth rock band The Nehpilim, followed by another band called 'Saints of Eden'. Wag ended up in another punk related band called 'Sick on the Bus' until he left in 2004 due to family increasing family commitments. Sean eventually dove into the 'drums 'n' bass' scene, and used it to express his anger just as he did before in the Legion of Parasites.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdM0psCo0A2CY33hotMqHfe_ICJDAcTTzY_SLRCCELdztVhSZH1_aHZWwHqdKo1VSeETHUnL4xY-_mh-4X8yr-P7vukCgJ8phRsBU3PETACpFeAyVtAolFV-Er_ELHTaYiRl9RelnFL_c/s1600/R-1435480-1219509033.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdM0psCo0A2CY33hotMqHfe_ICJDAcTTzY_SLRCCELdztVhSZH1_aHZWwHqdKo1VSeETHUnL4xY-_mh-4X8yr-P7vukCgJ8phRsBU3PETACpFeAyVtAolFV-Er_ELHTaYiRl9RelnFL_c/s640/R-1435480-1219509033.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> Several more demos and albums were recorded after their first album, such as their lost 'Dawn to Dust' album, but the band never really seemed to be interested in talking about them, and probably sees them as crap.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tfOyPkfsybSFWK2K952le942pMb4f0mfHPA_H5MSuT3ka7WVUNacVKNy-WpNPQuannjpnr5hBt2ipyHFoWUbtZslYElumM4tlY7eoga_GWvZ9LVVeo4ejyK1PYbZuRHjIEi_GGcGr5o/s1600/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tfOyPkfsybSFWK2K952le942pMb4f0mfHPA_H5MSuT3ka7WVUNacVKNy-WpNPQuannjpnr5hBt2ipyHFoWUbtZslYElumM4tlY7eoga_GWvZ9LVVeo4ejyK1PYbZuRHjIEi_GGcGr5o/s640/l.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />"Massacre"<br /><br /><br />Throughout this land of hope and glory<br />Apathy rules the state - it's the same old story<br />It begins to unfold with lies and greed<br />Which brings the country down to its knees<br />Cruise missiles we are told are to secure the peace <br /><br />and keep away the forces down to the east<br />But do we really need all this pretence<br />To keep the dogs of war behind the fence?<br /><br />To strive for peace is considered red<br />But would you rather strive for peace or end up dead?<br />How many times have you been told<br />"We must smash this Government's bloody hold"<br />Unless we think of a way that is sane<br />It will end up being us that suffers the pain<br /><br />Pain of war, pain of death, radiation or hunger, or the initial blast?<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Soon to come Downloads:</div><div><br /></div><div>Another Disaster Demo 1982 </div><div>Second demo 1982</div><div>Undesirable Guests 1984 Fight Back</div><div>The Prison of Life 1985 Thrash Records<br />(I know there are a lot more demos and albums, but these are the most relevant and critical to the band's history)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11467005435215618436noreply@blogger.com