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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 3:46:55 GMT -5
I haven't been here in a Moon or so...
However, I have been reading my literature and getting my information together for nearly a year. I'm not going to lay my cards down today. I can't. I could try, I guess... I want to be concise for those Strangers from a Stranger Land. Sure, there are only a thousand out there. Okay.
: )
Only a Thousand...
Here is the basic outline:
1) Mal giving the Jefferson Airplane the Acetates of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, specifically "A Day In The Life." Mid-1967 2) The History of the 13th Floor Elevators and the Psychedelic Rangers as "In-House" Haight-Ashbury Police Force. 3) The Secret Tent at the Isle of Wight 1970, with Hawkwind. 4) Bob Dylan and A.J. Weberman "The Garbology Recording" 5) The Residents and the "Meet The Residents" LP (1974) - The Connection between "Snakefinger", Polanski's "Ninth Gate", and Martin "Mad Dog" Stone 6) The Beat Authors - William Burroughs, Herbert Hunke, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Jack Kerouac, and "The Mayan Caper" 7) Electronic/Avant-Garde History from Xenaxis to Tangerine Dream 8) Le Théâtre du Grand-Guignol in 1930s-1940s Paris, Surrealism, and Fetishism of "Death" 9) The Setian Movement of the Mid-70s and the so-called "Satanic Panic" of the mid-1980s 10) Rosicrucianism and the advent of the Printing Press. 11) Kenneth Anger, Bobby Beausoleil and The Process Church of Final Judgment. 12) Haight is Hate; The Sub-text of the Hippie Exodus in the fall of 1966. 13) The White Elephant of Abbey Road
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 3:51:12 GMT -5
The Residents - Meet The Residents
Meet The Residents...
(A FINE beginning.)
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:00:14 GMT -5
"Since Aristotle, man has organized his knowledge vertically in separate and unrelated groups -- Science, Religion, Sex, Relaxation, Work etc. The main emphasis in his language, his system of storing knowledge, has been on the identification of objects rather than on the relationships between objects. He is now forced to use his tools of reasoning separately and for one situation at a time. Had man been able to see past this hypnotic way of thinking, to distrust it (as did Einstein), and to resystematize his knowledge so that it would all be related horizontally, he would now enjoy the perfect sanity which comes from being able to deal with his life in its entirety.
Recently, it has become possible for man to chemically alter his mental state and thus alter his point of view (that is, his own basic relation with the outside world which determines how he stores his information). He can restructure his thinking and change his language so that his thoughts bear more relation to his life and his problems, therefore approaching them more sanely.
It is this quest for pure sanity that forms the basis of the songs on this album."
- Tommy Hall - "The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators" 33 1/33 LP Liner Notes
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:03:04 GMT -5
The Rangers... [Note: Robby Krieger of The Doors was originally a member of a group named "The Psychedelic Rangers" which have not relation to the Social Group mentioned above.]
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:05:00 GMT -5
"516 Pacific, the house in Houston where 13th Floor Elevator guitarist Stacy Sutherland was murdered in August 1978."
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:06:56 GMT -5
"Tommy Hall, 62, lives in a run-down San Francisco residence hotel. His crowded room is decorated with cobwebs and Sixties posters. Stacked to the ceiling are cassettes and videotapes – not a CD in sight. It's a stark and solitary image, but not necessarily a reclusive existence for the 13th Floor Elevators visionary; Hall's ex-wife Clementine keeps in contact and visits him regularly. He was interviewed by former Austinite Joe Trybyszewski, who first met Hall in 1966 when he wandered into an Elevators gig in Pease Park. "There was beer, along with a big burlap bag full of cactus," recounts Trybyszewski. "No one cared who was who. The man I later became familiar with as Tommy Hall came up and said, 'Peyote's in the bag if you want, my friend.'" The two met last winter during a series of meetings that reveal Hall to be as committed as ever to a quest of personal and human enlightenment, which includes a weekly dose of LSD. – Margaret MoserAustin Chronicle: The 13th Floor Elevators are known worldwide, and the story of Roky Erickson well told, but fans know very little about you. What have you been doing? Tommy Hall: I've been working on my project, begun many years ago when I first started the Elevators. Long ago, I began researching the works of Korzybski and Gurdjieff. Korzybski was a Polish mathematician who proposed that mankind would be better served with a new way of processing thought and logic. He called it horizontal thinking. That's what I have been working on. AC: This was mentioned on the liner notes of Psychedelic Sounds, wasn't it? TH: Yes, I wrote those liner notes. That was almost 40 years ago, and I've gone much further than that. In fact, I'm currently preparing to put my research in writing. I'm not interested in the 13th Floor Elevators. My research has gone way past that. My mind is too mathematical. AC: When did you first come to Austin and why? TH: I was brought up in Tennessee. I came to Austin to go the University of Texas. I was a philosophy major at first when I studied Nietzsche, Gurdjieff, Korzybski, and others. I changed to a psychology major. AC: Some of the songs you wrote for the Elevators were based on their teachings, weren't they? TH: Exactly. In fact, I never was a musician of any sort. I knew these guys from Port Aransas who had a skiffle band called the Lingsmen. I can't remember them all, but Stacy Sutherland was their guitarist, and Benny Thurman played violin. It was a type of jug band or folk music. John Ike [Walton] was from Kerrville. His parents had a nice ranch where we practiced a lot. They didn't really need me, but we became friends, and they let me play the jug, but I wasn't that accomplished at it. AC: What about the very early days of the Austin scene, places like the Ghetto? TH: I don't really remember much about it. I think it was a place near Dirty Martin's hamburger stand that had cheap rent. It was an older apartment building, or maybe a group of them. The owners were relatively hip and weren't too concerned about what went on. We partied there but didn't live there. Powell [St. John] lived there, I believe, for a time. So did Tary Owens, who was one of my best friends and the one who turned me on to Roky Erickson and his amazing voice. Gilbert Shelton lived there. He was a cartoonist for The Daily Texan and later started drawing cartoons for The Rag about three dope-smoking hippies, the [Fabulous] Furry Freak Brothers. The place had been around for years and was where beats lived during the Fifties. A lot of intellectuals, artists, and musicians lived there over the years. AC: When did you first do LSD, Tommy? TH: I won't answer that. AC: How were the Elevators formed? TH: Tary [Owens] had raved over Roky Erickson as a dynamic singer and asked me to go to the Jade Room with him one night. Clementine and I went with him, and Roky was indeed truly amazing. He was playing with some band called the Spades, and they had even cut a record with the song "You're Gonna Miss Me." After the show, Tary introduced me to Roky, and we invited him over to our apartment. I told him I wanted to do what Dylan was doing, playing rock music but with serious lyrics. I told him about what I was learning with LSD, and he really became interested. He agreed to join me in forming a new rock group. AC: How did the other original Elevators – Stacy Sutherland, Benny Thurman, John Ike Walton – get involved? TH: The Lingsmen were never that serious of a band, so when I formed the Elevators, Stacy, Benny, and John Ike were very willing to drop the old band and start the new one. I never considered myself a musician and still don't. I was real interested, however, in introducing people to ideas and insights I was gaining through my use of LSD. Everything I wrote was inspired through my taking LSD. I invented the electric jug totally out of my desire to find a place onstage with this new group, so I could be a part of it, and so I could communicate my new ideas through the lyrics I wanted to write. AC: Do you communicate with Roky today? TH: I can't talk much about Roky. I loved him as a musician but also as sort of a son. Roky was the greatest rock singer of all time. I miss seeing and talking to him but haven't done so for years. I don't like what happened to him. We got busted once for pot at our apartment, I believe, on 29th. We all got let off of that bust; I really don't remember why. But later we got busted again, and that, I believe, scared Evelyn, Roky's mom. One day, Clementine and I went tripping with Roky, and Roky had some more acid with him. At some point, Roky wanted to go home. Clementine thought he should come down more off the acid before we dropped him off at his mom's, but Roky insisted it was cool. I agreed with Roky and we dropped him off. I regret that to this day. We dropped him off. We didn't know what happened later that night. The next thing we knew, a day or so later, we found he was in, I believe, Austin State Hospital! Tary and I knew someone who worked at the hospital, and he left a door unlocked for us. We went there and broke Roky out." www.austinchronicle.com/music/2004-08-13/224147/ (Where the Pyramid Meets The Eye)
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:09:20 GMT -5
Stacy Sutherland - 'Visions'
"Interviewed in 1977 for a high school paper, the late 13th Floor Elevators guitarist recalls his most intense psychedelic experience, which took place at the Houston Arena Theater on February 18, 1967, as the band was recording an unreleased live album."
The story of this show was Stacy was feeling weird. It was their biggest show; the show that would make or break their career. The performance was promoted by a local radio DJ, who, for some reason, dressed like a Devil all in Red and Horned. Stacy saw this guy, and the DJ walked up, as the DEVIL and said, giving a wicked smile, "Hey, how's it going?"
Stacy took this the worst possible way and freaked out. One of Stacy's friends took him outside and stuck a joint in his mouth. This made matters worse. Various friends had to drag Stacy onto the stage, which Stacy was beginning to view as Hell. He tried to escape, and in the process has a terrible vision of an angel, which told his fortune in three parts.
In this interview he doesn't reveal the third part, although it may be safe to assume the third was he was going to be murdered.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:16:22 GMT -5
Red Krayola - Hurricane Fighter Plane Recorded April Fools Day 1967. Roky plays Keyboards on Hurricane Fighter Plane. This was one of Roky's last sessions before being carted off to Rusk Mental Hospital. The story is the only person that Roky was able to communicate with was Tommy, who directed him on what to play, and they were speaking in these very bizarre terms while hovering over the keyboard. There is a photo from the liner notes, featuring the Red Krayola and the 20, or so, members of the Familiar Ugly. Curiously enough, the three member of the Red Krayola form a triangle, while Lelan Rogers, the producer for International Artists (the Elevators/Krayola's record label) sits on a motorcycle in the center. The eye in the triangle. Lelan is Kenny Rogers' Brother. (See the 14th post of this thread...) It has been suggested by some people on that label (none of which every made more than $100 for their efforts) that IA was created as a means of compromising the counter-culture in Houston, Texas. It's worth noting the infamous Elevators cover was the Brainchild of IA:
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:18:42 GMT -5
Kill The White Devil
13th Floor Elevators - Slip Inside This House
Tommy Hall spent over 6 months working on the lyrics to this one song, and when they went into the studio to record this album (Easter Everywhere) they didn't have enough time, or money, to write/record anything of this caliber.
"Bedoin tribes ascending From the egg into the flower, Alpha information sending State within the heaven shower From disciples the unending Subtleties of river power They slip inside this house as they pass by
If your limbs begin dissolving In the water that you tread All surroundings are evolving In the stream that clears your head Find yourself a caravan Like Noah must have led And slip inside this house as you pass by. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
True conception, knowing why Brings even more than meets the eye Slip inside this house as you pass by.
In this dark we call creation We can be and feel and know From an effort, comfort station That's surviving on the go There's infinite survival in The high baptismal glow. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
There is no season when you are grown You are always risen from the seeds you've sown There is no reason to rise alone Other stories given have sages of their own.
Live where your heart can be given And your life starts to unfold In the forms you envision In this dream that's ages old On the river layer is the only sayer You receive all you can hold Like you've been told.
Every day's another dawning Give the morning winds a chance Always catch your thunder yawning Lift your mind into the dance Sweep the shadows from your awning Shrink the fourfold circumstance That lies outside this house don't pass it by.
Higher worlds that you uncover Light the path you want to roam You compare there and discover You won't need a shell of foam Twice born gypsies care and keep The nowhere of their former home They slip inside this house as they pass by. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
You think you can't, you wish you could I know you can, I wish you would Slip inside this house as you pass by.
Four and twenty birds of Maya Baked into an atom you Polarized into existence Magnet heart from red to blue To such extent the realm of dark Within the picture it seems true But slip inside this house and then decide.
All your lightning waits inside you Travel it along your spine Seven stars receive your visit Seven seals remain divine Seven churches filled with spirit, Treasure from the angels' mine Slip inside this house as you pass by. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
The space you make has your own laws No longer human gods are cause The center of this house will never die.
There is no season when you are grown You are always risen from the seeds you've sown There is no reason to rise alone Other stories given have sages of their own.
Draw from the well of unchanging Its union nourishes on In the right re-arranging Till the last confusion is gone Water-brothers trust in the ultimust Of the always singing song they pass along.
One-eyed men aren't really reigning They just march in place until Two-eyed men with mystery training Finally feel the power fill Three-eyed men are not complaining. They can yo-yo where they will They slip inside this house as they pass by. Don't pass it by. "
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:21:00 GMT -5
"One of the earliest mentions of The Elevators in print. This short blurb comes from the Langdon’s Nightbeat column in a late 1965 edition of The Austin American Statesman (the band’s hometown newspaper). The article makes note of Roky Erickson’s previous band The Spades, as well. This was basically the first rumblings of what soon became known as “psychedelic” music…" beatpatrol.wordpress.com/2009/06...tors-1965/ "Roky Erickson’s new band – the 13th Floor Elevators – opened the Jade Room Wednesday and Thursday nights. The band drew good crowds both nights despite competition from one-night appearances of Roy Head (Wednesday at The Swingers) and Stan Getz (Thursday at Municipal Auditorium.) While Roky is still as exciting as ever, and the personnel of the new band sounds good individually, the group will need a little time to jell to match the continuity of the old Spades. And those who might have been curious as to the contribution of the amplified jug in the new group were probably disappointed, for the jug, even amplified, was hardly audible over the amplified guitars and bass." - Jim Langdon
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:22:11 GMT -5
The Spades -You're Gonna Miss Me 13th Floor Elevators - You're Gonna Miss Me Transcript from A Dick Clark show called something like Friday Beach Party or something, which the Elevators were scheduled to play. Dick Clark's "People" demanded the band dress up as Gorillas and the band flipped out and refused, but went on anyway. After playing "You're Gonna Miss Me" they did the shortest interview imaginable: (I'm paraphrasing because I can't find a transcript, but this is at least 98% percent accurate.) "Dick Clark [To Tommy Hall]: Wow. You must need a lot of lung power to blow into that jug like that. Tommy Hall: I guess so. Dick Clark: So who is the head of this group? Tommy Hall: Well, We're all Heads*." Dick Clark: Okay, Well I'm told the group needs to catch a plane, so thank you all." Being a Head meant the same thing it means now. It meant you got stoned.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:36:17 GMT -5
The 13th Floor Elevators' arrest in early 1966 undoubtedly led to their eventual break-up. As it's mentioned in the article, the group - sans Benny Thurman, the bassist - were arrested at Tommy Hall's home. They had just taken Mescaline a few hours before the police arrived, and were stoned. A picture exists of Roky, Tommy, John Ike, and Stacy sitting by the window of the house. They all look pretty frazzled. Also arrested was Tommy's wife, Clementine. The police found syringes in the house and when Clementine's parents were called to report their daughter had been arrested, her Mother was told she had been arrested for possession of Heroin. This gave Clementine's Mother a heart attack, and she was dead before the trial began later in the year. There were serious consequences to the bust. The core members of the group, that were arrested, developed an severe form of paranoia about Benny. The judge at the trial, Mace Thurman, shared a surname (Thurman) with the Bassist. The coincidence (& the fact he He was the only one NOT arrested) contributed to the paranoia of the so-called three "Core" Members. Also, Stacy and Benny were both enthusiast of Meth-Amphetamine, which Tommy Hall referred to as "Hitler's Drug". The mixture of Meth and LSD caused an almost Religious Fear within the group's collective consciousness. An anecdotal story is told in "Mind's Eye", the group's biography: Benny, and a group of close friends were driving through Austin early one morning. Benny was in the back seat raving about how every stoplight had a surveillance camera attached to it. All present assumed he was being paranoid and was freaking out, which he probably was, but they reflect that today there ARE cameras on practically every stop light... Moving on... The result of the Trial was Stacy, Tommy and Clementine were not allowed to leave Texas, which effectively ended the Elevator's career. Curiously enough, Roky was not sentenced, or restricted from travel, as a result of a misprint in the Search Warrant. After the bust at Tommy's, the police drove to Roky's apartment and found paraphernalia (A split tabacco pipe with Marijuana resin) and an Ounce of Marijuana. However, these charges were eventually dismissed because of the faulty Warrant. The Address was incorrect, though Roky had given the police directions to his home...
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:40:32 GMT -5
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:50:15 GMT -5
Kenny Rogers - Just Dropped In (The Big Lebowski) [Kenny Rogers' Brother, Man... Lelan, 'notorious' Texas Psychedelic, International Artists producer.] Lelan Rogers: (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in I found my mind in a brown paper bag, but then... I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in I got up so tight I couldn't unwind I saw so much I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a dead end sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Yeah yeah oh-yeah (Give Lelan some credit... He worked for a Vampiric record label, but was a friend to many of the great Texan Psychedelic bands...)
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 4:56:43 GMT -5
It's best to begin at the beginning...
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 5:05:29 GMT -5
Red Krayola - Former Reflections Enduring Doubt
"Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a dead end sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind"
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The quote above "April Fools", etc., etc. is from the Kenny Rogers song "Just Dropped In".
The track "Former Reflections Enduring Doubt" was produced by Lelan Rogers, recorded on April Fool's Day, in Austin, while Roky Erickson was there watching as a member of 'The Familiar Ugly'.
It's best to begin at the beginning. April 1, 1967.
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 5:19:18 GMT -5
"Again it did it to me, Darkness is so quickly. Oh... God. It did it to me."
One of Jimi Hendrix's favorite albums:
The Zodiac - Cosmic Sounds (FULL LP):
First Track:
Aries - The Fire Fighter: "Nine times the Color Red explodes like Heated Blood. The Battle is On. Mars the Master Match-Maker Self-Arises the Sky Incendiary Diamonds Scorch the Earth."
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Post by thefreakatdornish on May 24, 2014 5:43:57 GMT -5
Seasaltcaramel was born March 22... The Crest of Aries and the Spring Solstice.
Whereas I am Virgo. "I can prove it..."
"Virgo's Watch-Maker mind ticks On..."
I am the Land-Locked Draughtsman of Ships.
"478.5 is the wavelength of Blue."
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 6:28:27 GMT -5
The Doors - The Crystal Ship
Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
The days are bright and filled with pain Enclose me in your gentle rain The time you ran was too insane We'll meet again, we'll meet again
Oh tell me where your freedom lies The streets are fields that never die Deliver me from reasons why You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly
The crystal ship is being filled A thousand girls, a thousand thrills A million ways to spend your time When we get back, I'll drop a line
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 6:54:03 GMT -5
The Doors - Crystal Ship/Light My Fire (American Bandstand)
I am a Man, a Boy. All I do is watch Jim Morrison and want to suckle his neck. I feel like Patti Smith watching Tom Verlaine of Television.
Light My Fire is Horrid...
Smiles for Miles:
LAMERICA
Trade-routes guide lines The Vikings & explorers Discoverers The unconscious
a map of the states The veins of hiways Beauty of a map Hidden connections Fast trampled forest
Madness in a whisper neon crackle The hiss of trees A city growls
rich vast & sullen like a slow monster come to fat & die
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 7:04:14 GMT -5
Television - Fire Engine (13th Floor Elevators cover track March 23, 1975 "CBGB")
Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine It can drive you out of your mind Climb the ladder of your own design in my fire engine
Don't tell it to go slow or stop You're got to work it right up to the top A piercing bolt of neon red Explodes on fire inside my head
Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine Boiling rhythms make your ears sting Rounding the corners you can feel the ring of my fire engine
Close your eyes and you erase Your image you no longer chase A fiery flood engulfs your brain And drowns your thoughts with scarlet rain
Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine Let me take you to the empty place in my fire engine It can drive you out of your mind Climb the ladder of your own design in my fire engine
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 7:10:35 GMT -5
I like it like that when I do the Watusi, Sun Ra...
Go Rimbaud!
Patti Smith - Land [Horses]
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway, He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway
The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker, He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees, started crashing his head against the locker, started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. Do you know how to pony like bony maroney Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator And you twist the twister like your baby sister I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that, Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?” Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, Taped to his chest there's the answer, You got pen knives and jack knives and Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred Then he cries, then he screams, saying Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud, Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi
There's a little place, a place called space It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, And the name of the band is the Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes
Baby calm down, better calm down, In the night, in the eye of the forest There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair, I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea up there -- there is a sea the sea's the possibility There is no land but the land (up there is just a sea of possibilities) There is no sea but the sea (up there is a wall of possibilities) There is no keeper but the key (up there there are several walls of possibilities) Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there) I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor (in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions Gradually lapping into sea horses He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat (the spoon) And let it deep in (the veins) Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities It started hardening in my hand And I felt the arrows of desire
I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area (go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud) And go Johnny go and do the watusi, Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ... Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse And my fingers all entwined through the air, I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it) The hairs were like wires going through my body I I that's how I that's how I I died (at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after) (they knew what they were after) [Everything on the current] moved up I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities There's no land but the land
looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers (how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes) He opened his throat (your eyes) His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, No one heard that cry, No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat, (His fingers) Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly, And so he seized the first (his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (Fender one) Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter
In the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple Rock & roll song
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Post by thefreakatdornish on May 24, 2014 7:40:21 GMT -5
The Persuaders - Thin Line Between Line Between Love & Hate
"The Sweetest Woman in the World Could be the Meanest Woman in the World... If you make her that way! You keep hurting her She keep being quiet She may be keeping something inside That will really, really hurt you one day...
Here I am Laying in the Hospital Bandaged from Feet to Head... In a State of Shock! Just THAT MUCH from being Dead. I didn't think my Woman would do something like this to me... Didn't think my "Girl" had the Nerve.
Here I am. I guess Actions speak much louder than Words...
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 11:11:56 GMT -5
Public Image Limited - Theme (PLAY AS LOUD AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN PLAY "MUSIC")
P.I.L. - THEME.
FEEL JAH WOBBLE, or RELENT...
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Post by seasaltcaramel on May 24, 2014 11:14:55 GMT -5
If your Ears work after this thread, you've failed...
*EDIT Don't blow your ears out just yet. The ideas contained in this thread will exist for 10,000 years, so don't blow your ear holes just yet...
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