Poems over tunes

DLaurent

DLaurent

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I was fishing down the park and made a new mate from Stourport. He said to me, "You're from Birmingham. I used to go to House of God". We got chatting about tunes and he mentioned Green Velvet - Flash being an anthem. In a roundabout way with the spoken word it reminds me of this stuff.

 
shakahislop

shakahislop

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still not quite there, not quite actually properly good, just over the line to being too on the nose, but pretty good. not on youtube so spotify will have to do
 
0bleak

0bleak

A Liniment's Evil Work
I was starting to get into it, but got cut off I guess because I don't have Spotify.
 
shakahislop

shakahislop

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just about works. it's hard with this kind of thing because the words are so exposed. one false move and it makes you cringe
 
C

catalog

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I liked that one he did called "did you cum yet / I'm not going to cum" with blackhaine



And his art is better, so far, than anything I've heard from him

Have you heard vanishing @shakahislop ?

 
shakahislop

shakahislop

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kode9 seems to have sort of set up a sub-label doing sort of this kind of thing. there's only two releases, one is on vanishing land which obviously people on here will know about, and the other is a kode9 story about people in glasgow going into space or something
 
dilbert1

dilbert1

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Another Coil related one. I really tried to get @kid charlemagne to listen to this but never got a response. Charles Manson waxing poetic over 80s drone, compelling stuff.

dilbert1 said:
Have you heard this speech of his @kid charlemagne
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dilbert1 said:
The truth has not been in your courtroom,
Never has been in your courtroom.
All you have is confusion in your courtroom.
Why do I have to stand and take the blame for your sins again?
I spent my life in jail, paying for you,
So that you could ride your bicycle,
Have your birthday parties,
Have what you'd call a life.
You know, I never had a life,
I don't even know what life is, you know.
I go to the desert-
I'm not even allowed to live in your desert.
I'm no good for anything except to be used-
As your scapegoat.
I’m used-
Every day of my life I’ve been used.
When I haven’t been used,
And I have been on the, on the street,
I’ve been chased, robbed, harassed, pushed, kicked, my ribs have been broken, you know.
The same man that gives you a traffic ticket is the same guy that knocks my brains out.
He figures just because he’s the man,
He can get away with it because nobody’s gonna say anything.
My daddy’s not a congressman, a doctor, or a lawyer.
They are sneakin’ in the country jail,
Lookin’ under the door to see if the man is there.
Sneakin’ like little children out of town.
Sneakin’...
Sneakin’ all around the courthouse.
Sneakin’ in and out of the elevators, sneakin’ everywhere.
Everything is sneaky up around sneaky-ville.
Everything we have to do is, is-
To get to the truth has to be sneaky.
It seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth,
To make the truth such an evil, dirty ol’ nasty thing.
Ya’ gotta sneak to get to the truth,
The truth is condemned.
The truth is in the gas chamber.
The truth is in your stockyards, your slaughterhouses.
The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emptying your garbage.
The truth is in your ghettos, in your jails, in your young love,
Not in your courts or your congress where the old take judgment on the young.
What the hell do the old know about the young?
They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that he’s your father, worship him.
Look at the madness that goes on.
You can’t prove anything that happened yesterday.
Now is the only thing that’s real.
You can try to prove that Columbus sailed on an ocean,
But it’s not the same ocean, it’s a different ocean.
It’s a different world.
Every day, every reality is a new reality.
Every new reality is a- is a new horizon,
A brand new experience of living.
I got a note last night from a friend of mine.
He writes in his note that he’s afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality,
As I saved mine.
You can’t prove anything.
There’s nothing to prove.
Every man judges himself,
He knows what he is,
You know what you are as I know what I am.
We all know what we are.
Nobody can stand in judgment,
They can play like they’re standing in judgment,
They can play like they stand in judgment,
And take you off and control the masses,
With your human body.
And they can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages
And put you on crosses like they did in the past,
But it doesn’t amount to anything.
What they’re doing is,
They’re only persecuting a reflection of themselves.
They’re persecuting what they can’t stand to look at in themselves,
The truth.
They can’t stand to look at the truth in themselves,
They persecute themselves.
They’re butchering themselves every time they go on the freeway,
They hate themselves.
Look at the signs.
Stop, go, turn here, turn there,
You can’t do this, you can’t do that,
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t,
This is illegal,
That’s illegal,
Everythings… illegal.
The police used to watch over the people,
Now they’re watching the people.
The president doesn’t represent the people,
He should be on the roadside picking up his children but he isn’t.
He’s in the White House sending them off to war.
And you’re saying I have to pay for this again?
And again, and again,
I have to pay for your sin.
How many times have I got to pay for your sins,
I’m getting tired.
I’m getting tired.
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