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Post by iameye on Dec 6, 2011 9:32:38 GMT -5
the fireman edition Universal Here Bells will ring out for our love not asking for more
You say you love me Every morning I get up Everlasting Now
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Post by P(D)enny La(i)ne on Dec 6, 2011 16:37:21 GMT -5
Preaching practices
Narrow-minded hypocrites
Can you take me back?
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Post by B on Dec 6, 2011 18:27:05 GMT -5
Haiku Do ya, do ya, do ya All Apollo geez!
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 7, 2011 2:59:00 GMT -5
Preaching practices Narrow-minded hypocrites Can you take me back? i went to an auction tonight. I bought eugene o'neil's "mourning becomes elektra" in a box of books for $5. It was printed in 1931. Ebay is deceptive. Its listed for $125. Who would pay $125 for a book? Who wants a copy for $124.99? They also had a copy of "alice's adventures in wonderland" printed in 1924. I was checking it out and felt embarassed. I confused c.s. lewis with lewis carroll. I didnt realize that the book came out in the 1800s. I was really surprised. About as surprised as when i discovered its surprise and not suprise. A real skullfuck. I'll through in the alice book too. Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch? There was this thing that john sinclair would do that really bothered me. He would talk and reference what he was about to say before you knew the subject. An example: "we loved to smoke dope. Dope was real good and, now i always told him i didnt like this, but lennon liked how paranoid he got, and im telling you this in his words now, when he was being followed by the 'brain police'." "fuck me? Huh? you wanna throw bottles at me? Well, let me tell you something -- you're paying $15 to see me and im making 10,000 so fuck you!" -- iggy pop on metallic 'ko (a recording of their last concert sent out to the members of the german fan club) so i was listening to obrecht earlier and i was trying to get into it. This is what i came up with: at the time obrecht was alive (the late 1500s) the standard for a composer was the mass. That was the framework you had to work with. Every composer at that time worth a damn composed music for the mass. Obrecht and most of these composers specialized in vocal harmony. The orchestra as its recognized today didnt exist. So the music came from the "perspective" of prayer. This is something that comes is expanded on by the rosicrucians: "every song is a prayer, every dance a sacrifice" (i know im butchering that, forgive me). Thats the idea, though. So, the majority of the musicians and composers were directly involved with the religious establishments of their time. Theres nothing to this, necessarily, meaning i dont think of this as a repressive situation, its just how it worked at the time. Obrecht was himself a member of the clergy and took his compositions very seriously, just as you would hope the priest at a church takes what he is doing seriously. But, like many priests he was sent from one place to another for one reason or another and had the chance to see the world. I should add, that with rosicrucianism, we are dealing with the beginning of an early evangelical movement. This is one reason why priests will travel. Not so different from rock bands, but it is different. There are different intentions when you compare the two. But i will let you do that yourself. The main idea has to do with songs. When priests would travel they would come across the differences of regions, whether its their songs or in their interpretations of scripture. Their would be differences. In the sense a mass written by obrecht and a mass written by charpentier are different, despite the fact the ceremony is the "same". This is the fact, now my speculation begins
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Post by iameye on Dec 7, 2011 8:43:55 GMT -5
Haiku Do ya, do ya, do ya All Apollo geez! lol Haiku Do ya, do ya, do ya?
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Post by iameye on Dec 7, 2011 9:26:20 GMT -5
Words are getting Higher, Everybody fire! Lord, the Sun is rising again! Ringing up a cop Dance till we're high together, Like the sun playing
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Post by B on Dec 7, 2011 10:04:52 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?She's a white witch. ;D There's the missing red one! (And yes, I was just wanting to see if you were paying attention.)
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Post by iameye on Dec 7, 2011 14:45:03 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?No, that's not how you spell it. Tell me the answer
"just to sit at her table"
Now, go and get her.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 5:11:23 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?She's a white witch. ;D There's the missing red one! (And yes, I was just wanting to see if you were paying attention.)i really butchered that sentence. Dolores erickson. Mrs. America: "where's little billy?" Mrs. America's daughter: "i dont know, hes probably in the bathroom with that whipped cream album again." i was doing some 'research'. She is actually a yellow witch. She appears on another album cover, "piano witchcraft". There must be some kind of mojo that attaches itself to these women. I dont know how relevant, or scientific, this is but these people must be like orgasm batteries or something. Anyway... Pearl williams - shes doin what comes naturally
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 5:15:23 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?No, that's not how you spell it. Tell me the answer
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Post by iameye on Dec 8, 2011 5:43:39 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?She's a white witch. ;D No, that's how you spell it. There must be some kind of mojo that attaches itself to these women. I dont know how relevant, or scientific, this is but these people must be like orgasm batteries or something. Anyway... Now, there's a thought you can run with. relevant and scientific No, that's not how you spell it. Not where I come from
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Post by iameye on Dec 8, 2011 9:00:49 GMT -5
Right now, over me, Don't you know it's gonna be Strawberry Fields ?
Stop and say hello as she takes him by the hand that leads to your door.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 10:22:41 GMT -5
seasaltcarousel wrote: Do you think it's possible that the woman on the album cover is herb albert's is a witch?She's a white witch. ;D No, that's how you spell it. There must be some kind of mojo that attaches itself to these women. I dont know how relevant, or scientific, this is but these people must be like orgasm batteries or something. Anyway... Now, there's a thought you can run with. relevant and scientific No, that's not how you spell it. Not where I come from those glasses make me want to: a) laugh hysterically b) rant c) get a screwdriver d) do nothing and wait until she drops e) stop being bitter and learn to love the atom bomb "satan look at me." do you think yoko got them to invent this hoax? The john cage book of poetry yoko was trying to get together. She asked paul to contribute. I had one of those "this song was inspired by..." books about the beatles. It says "the word" was written for john cage. curious... We already know paul and yoko were balling before she met john but... unless this book is mistaken it would mean yoko was involved with the group in 1965. Its probably mistaken. Probably. It was most likely given to john cage, not written for him. Its interesting how bad research can be used to support absurd conclusions. i do tzhink yoko has poor taste but probably has quite a beit to do with this hoax we all enjoy so mnuch. She definiftely benefits from this image of two starcrossed loveras, thougsh. Theres a small group ocf people that "beniefit" from this album title, myself included. Now i csan say, without hesitation, that she is totalmly delusional. Totally rich and "famious", and deslusional. Then again, if she isnt a wdumbitch... I like the stories about magic alex and his candle magic. Here is something i came across... Actually i think i posted this and so i came across something wrote a while back: a butterfly take away the wings and you have a pepper no, no the master says: a pepper add wings and you have a butterfly a poet must always be positive. Alejandro jodorowsky
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Post by B on Dec 8, 2011 10:35:25 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Dec 8, 2011 10:58:07 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Dec 8, 2011 11:09:12 GMT -5
And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do?
you got to be ready!
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Post by iameye on Dec 8, 2011 11:16:42 GMT -5
Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about. I learned it in a weekend. Not bad, huh? lol Riding with the Wind
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 20:56:45 GMT -5
im listening to "come together" by the mc5 right now. "we hope you all did... come together". I've spent the past hour filling bnlack tapes i found in a paper bag. I got them at a dollar store that was going out of business. There is that song "solid... Solid as a rock! Thats what this love is..." i got that greatest hits cd for 30 cents. I had never heard the song before, and now, when im at work, it plays at least once a day. Its strange how that happens. So i was sitting, thinking what next for the tape? I have this problem where records will be stashed away and when i find them they can be covered in either ash or wax. There is nothing like finding the record you are looking for and see it has been mauled. There is nothing like having that happen but, somehow, it happens yet the one song you were looking for remains perfectly clean. Like the clash's first album. The only song that has been preserved - that hasnt covered in incense ash and red wax - is "police and thieves". So i was sitting and i think "i would like to listen to that song". "that song" is from an album sold at the mystery train in amherst. It was a christmas compilation someone took the time to produce. It came with a cassette as well but i never listened to it. I never listened to the other songs either because i couldnt stop listening to "that song". Last christmas i didnt have a job, so, like a bum i walked around town searching for half smoked cigarettes. Its funny actually because there was another guy doing and we developed this antagonistic relationship. As you might imagine it was a bit depressing, creeping around at 1 in the morning through the mill cracking open those pyramid things before a security guard called the cops. Invariably a cop would stop me, and being in my manic winter spirit i would ask him all sorts of questions. He thought i must be a drug addict or something for wearing a t shirt in december. "no officer, i just have trouble sleeping." i once found a little yellow piece of paper someone tried to burn in a cigarette pyramid. It was a list: "4 2 ft pieces of rope one gag one pink dildo lube" there were a few other things too gnarly to mention. I would have gone to the cops but what was i going to tell them? I was taking cigarettes out of one of those pyramids and found this... Anyway, it was around this time i started getting interested enough in this topic to contribute here. Winter has always been a strange time. The first strange winter i associate with a room with all the windows open, shivering, listening to "whats going on" (the album) over and over again. I realize know i was trying to break myself like a navy seal. It worked, and i even learned to enjoy riding 15 miles at 3 in the morning to see a friend or two. I learned to enjoy exhausting myself, like a good little jesuit. My friend went to umass and came back for christmas with this record. Nothing struck me until i got to the third song. And i didnt listen to the rest of the record or the tape because there was something profound about this song. It was evil, but it wasnt evil at all. It was very beautiful. The lyrics were bizarre. Her voice is out of tune at times but the sound and those lyrics made it sound so alien that i stopped caring. Its this sort of mojo that seems to accumulate every winter. Prisma - galaxy of misery (winter mix) (mystery)
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Post by B on Dec 8, 2011 21:50:36 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z4B_XGRwaL41. Netsky - eyes closed 2. Miike Snow - Black & Blue (Netsky remix) 3. Netsky - I refuse 4. Netsky - Prisma5. Netsky - Everyday 6. Netsky - Starlight 7. Netsky & Crystal Clear - King of the stars 8. Netsky - Tomorrows another day (vip mix) 9. Netsky - Smile 10. Netsky - Come back home 11. Netsky - Memory lane
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 22:49:45 GMT -5
Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales That's all she ever thinks about. I learned it in a weekend. Not bad, huh? lol Riding with the Wind
----- oh claudine standing in the desert heat her tears turn the sand to glass as they fall to her feet did anybody find her the lamp stretches over mounds of buried burning pillows drop a whisper into the air its fragile as a wisp of hair a galaxy of misery is deep inside your eyes claudine oh claudine lying next to a spider her tears bake and stick like dough to his fickle fiber did anybody find her a frozen bower in a tomb his widows mystery snatch a sad song from the air its heavier than you can bear a galaxy of misery is deep inside your eyes claudine ----- i decided to actually write the lyrics down. I even took a "spare" sleeve and wrote the lyrics on that. There is something great about cleaning . I have to tell you though these lyrics probably arent exact. I had the hardest time with "a frozen bower in a tomb". It sounds like she says a tome, or is about to finish october but doesnt. Near my home there is a place called "bower springs", and so a frozen bower might work... Bower, bou er, n [a.sax. Bur, a chamber, from buan, to dwell; icel. Bur a chamber from bua, to live; akin boor, bound (ready).] a womans private apartment; any room in a house except the hall (in these senses now only poetical); a shelter made with boughs or twining plants; an arbor; a shady recess. I chose bower in a tomb because its what sounded correct. But, and i think this is worth mentioning if you have no desire to listen to the song. She says "her tears turn to santa claus" or at least you think she does. I had to listen to the "bower" line repeatedly with the cryptic "his widows mystery". Now, does "a cloud in" kill her husband? The perspective is fascinating. You have the feeling "manson" couldnt have gotten away with it if this lady were there. She is a white witch. Like a bard, she is there to reveal and not to conquer. Its an angel, a clumsy, slightly tainted angel, like an ancestral spirit or memory. Its quiet, a whisper so it doesnt wake up a principality. Its wicked in this sense. It comes across in the lyrics. They arent clear. Its a benevolent phantom but it is a phantom. It tells a wicked story of a woman and she is beside a spider. Her tears turn the sand to glass. Who is inside the frozen bower? There is that contrast. drop a whisper into the air its fragile as a wisp of hair snatch a sad song out of the air its heavier than you can bear there was no label on the record so at first i thought the final lines were about the galaxy of mystery inside my cloudy eyes. i figured they were just witches casting a spell, trying to hypnotize me into hearing different words. Then i realized they were talking about the galaxy of misery, and the connections to the desert. The eyes in the cloud, and the tears that turn the sand to glass. The sand to glass. You can see through the sand. The lamp falls over mountains. The sun sets in the desert. The spidergawd, in a masculine form, brings up images of cannibalism. Notice on the record there is a song "theme to cannibal holocaust". Just drew that now. The word used to describe the spidergawd of the desert is fickle: fickle fik l a [a.sax. Ficol, inconstant; akin to g. Ficken, to move quickly to and fro] wavering; inconstant; unstable; of a changeable mind; irresolute; not firm in opinion or purpose; capricious; liable to change or vicissitude. The dough line is curiously backwards. If i were a priest in pepperland and i heard the choir singing this song i would ask them to sing it again later so i could transcribe it. The bread line would be the keystone to the songs real origin --- the bowers of hell! Mourning becomes elektra.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on Dec 8, 2011 23:10:16 GMT -5
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Post by B on Dec 9, 2011 4:17:18 GMT -5
As opposed to Miike Snow White. Now stop that!♫Mr. Big Stuff, just who do you think you are?♫
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Post by iameye on Dec 9, 2011 8:35:54 GMT -5
SSC, I think you suffer from broken quote syndrome very important
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Post by iameye on Dec 9, 2011 8:38:04 GMT -5
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Post by iameye on Dec 9, 2011 23:59:46 GMT -5
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