this is probably CHAPTER NINE because I forgot to demarcate CHAPTER EIGHT by the "diamond sox" tune
no numbers, because this is outside of time and space
At a poor person funeral you're allowed to choose 3 tunes
and just so you know, because mine might be soon, these are the three tunes that I want played at my funeral
as the congregation is ushered in:
Popol Vuh - Aguirre I
my fake kids would use to light incense in my hallway and they'd tap on my Tibetan singing bowls ( I have 23 even though my psycho ex tried to reduce that number, but I can count and spotted her theft and recovered the bowls she tried to steal ) and they would pretend being "high priestess of the temple" while playing this tune from one of the greatest films EVER ( I first saw it when I was 12 years old and every time I see it I have a different interpretation, don't ask, lol )
^ no drone greatest zoom in
as my coffin descends into the flames:
Hawkwind - Born To Go
He who "His name was MASTER" knew the score
the sound of my youth / the sound of my death
this is my audio aesthetic! dumb bass with shit on top
( any pre "battle of the bean field" free festival you could stand in any one place and hear three different Hawkwind tunes at the same time, but the true sound of the underground was TUMT )
As the congregation is ushered out:
the creed that keeps me alive
my philosophy!
The Specials - Do Nothing
I'm just living in a life without meaning
I walk and walk, do nothing
I'm just living in a life without feeling
I talk and talk, say nothing
for the record:
I'm just living in a life without meaning