Poems over tunes

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martin

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On an industrial tip, there's also TG mashing up Aleister Crowley reciting his poem The Pentagram over what's probably a sample from the Brian Jones/Master Musicians of Joujouka LP, off their Rafters bootleg

 
dilbert1

dilbert1

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Yeah the industrial heads love this stuff don’t they? My favorite TG song of all I think, a live improvisation. The poem is an excerpt or adaptation(?) of Burroughs, and to connect it to my Manson post, it nicks a line of his which I was actually thick enough to have tattooed onto my chest when I was 19 or 20. That should give some of you a laugh, you’re welcome. Quite a nasty piece of perversity now that I read it in full which of course I never bothered to then



Will you die for me?
Do you love me enough to give up your life?
Standing here in the desert
The crumbling city
How much do you love me?
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
At this the old man smiled
Sitting there in Tangier
Scars running from his wrist to his elbow
Perhaps I’ll buy his book today
And I look at the boy with me hand on his thigh
As I move to the bed in the corner
And he started to smile
A plaintive smile of the boy as he lies on the bed
And the old man smiled as his
Prick started to twitch twitch twitch
And little drops felt out and fell to the floor
And he looked to the side
Wondering what to do with his knowledge
Cold cold water in the bowl by the bed on the floor
23 days and 23 hours of the day
And the old man smiled as the being swelled and the blood came
As he stuck the needle in his arm
Watching the blood burning and turning in the glass
Wondering where he’d be sitting tomorrow
Wondering which table his person would pass that day
Sitting in a café in Tangier
And down to his cable came Captain Clark
He’d worked on the ferry for 23 years and a day
Taking the junkies and the babies and the corpses to Spain
Looking at the coffins in a line across the water
You sink if you’re dead
Cold cold water
A cloud up above
And everyone’s equal if it rains on you
And the old man smiled
And his arm bent as he paid the bill
So I walked round the corner
To a room in the Bowery
And the boy was bent double naked on the floor
Rubbing himself with some kind of cream
And is this all a dream
Look at the blind men
Sitting in a row with white sticks
Takking at the TV screen
And they try to eat us
By the broken bed
They’re always mad
And Captain Clark welcomes you aboard
Flight 23 from New York to Mayami
And it crashes in a forest
Burning bodies growing clod
People spewing blood from their faces
Screaming “Why me?” “Why?”
And everyone says I’m mad
And everyone says I’m mad
The always say I’m mad
And I see myself in the gutter and the water
With the water wing gangrene dangling myself
Cos we really want to slaughter
Looking wide-eyed and so confused at the wall
It’s gone on so long I wonder just who is here
Cold cold water
Cold cold water
And the old man smiled as he walked back to the café
Drinking coffee as his friends just stood around
Can the world be as sad as it seems?
Do you love me?
With my knife against your throat
It could only be me
You would only do this for me
And the old man smiled
Just the same as before
Slowly getting old arranging his things
Making business neat and tidy
Sitting in a café in Tangier
That’s the way the world ends
With a whimper
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dilbert1

dilbert1

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Ossie Davis reads his beautiful 1965 eulogy for Malcolm X over a cut from Ludovic Navarre‘s 1995 deep house/downtempo classic Boulevard. Very non-nuum and some will exclaim “the caucasity!” but I still think its a tastefully executed tribute

 
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martin

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dilbert1 said:
and to connect it to my Manson post, it nicks a line of his which I was actually thick enough to have tattooed onto my chest when I was 19 or 20.
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I wouldn't worry, I knew someone who got Sylvester The Cat smoking a cigarette tattooed on his arm (can't lie, it looked good, though he severely regretted it). And it can't be as bad as weirdos who get footballers' faces tatted on their calves and backs.
 
kid charlemagne

kid charlemagne

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dilbert1 said:
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.
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ok.... i just layed down with my eyes closed and listened to this while a ballgame played on tv in the room next to me. i pictured myself in a dark massive cave, and charlie was projected up to a wall by this orb, where he gave his message, and i watched...
 
dilbert1

dilbert1

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Only mentioned once on here some 17 years ago, Lydia Tomkiw would read her poetry in a dry midwestern American accent over electro post-punk instrumentals in the group Algebra Suicide. Many have heard their early minimalist efforts on the Dark Entries reissue/comp Feminine Squared, but this beautiful track from their penultimate album in 1991 is a severely under-appreciated late New Wave masterpiece. Very romantic

 
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william_kent

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have I mentioned my love of "dub techno"?

what happens if you cross "dub poetry" with "dub techno"?

Challenger Deep, a label that @william_kent will buy on sight

PSI 012 B



Skruff - Dub Dis

Mutaburaka "Dis Poem" spliced over rhythm and soundalike


the A side is even better, UK /JA STEPPA

PSI 012 A



Skruff - Elders Dub

"well dread`"
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
WashYourHands said:
A raft of productions attempted to incorporate the following lines but only one truly nailed



There’s a remix collab featuring Ron Trent mix from nearly a decade later, just don’t think any of em got close to the Bobby Konders zone
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That was the first one I thought of
 
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the ig

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this whole album is that stuff, v flouncy mannered perfromance-poetry vocal style tho. get bit of everything on it - spots of dank dub, skronk, tapes, Czukay style pulse bass, wildly disturbed freepoesy, gleaming darkness. Graham Massey’s first band.
 
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the ig

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gotta be one of the darkest brit postpunk albums. everything rent and smoking, careening babble, stinging air, random bleats and burps of sound snappin atcha. but only really works when producer gets hold of the generally weak drum sound, as here.
 
shakahislop

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i reckon this one is pretty good. doesn't have that performance poetry delivery. that makes a big difference for me. it's unaffected
 
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