but a terrific movie. The first hour and a half followed a typical shitty action/adventure movie formula and the last hour was a pretty decent war story that made up for it. It really shed that Steve Irwin/Crocodile Dundee image and put Australian culture under the microscope, which needed to be done. They're in their equivalent to the Jim Crowe era right now, and they were committing acts of genocide against the aboriginals up until the early 20th century. It bothers me that people treat the island like some sort of paradise with all the terrible things that go on there.
A lot has happened since i forgot i had this. Dropped out of school, spent some time in a psych ward, went back to school, started another band, made the mistake of smoking crippy (the Jacksonville equivalent to hydro... and for my more domesticated readers that's highly potent weed) while on a mood stabilizer before band practice and possibly ending that band last week. If my brain ever recovers from that I'll try to tell that story with some form of cohesion.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Palin held her head above water
but still lost. I imagine McCain's staff thought something along the lines of "We cannot let this bimbo speak on her own after this" after the Couric interview and gave her a bunch of rhetoric and talking points to stick to. She mentioned very little fact or detail and stuck to these, almost like she was giving a speech rather than debating. Still, that's all she needed to do. Reverse her image she got last week and become a non factor in the election.
No excuse for her reaction to Biden nearly crying talking about his wife and daughters. She seemed oblivious to the fact that someone losing half of their family is something she should acknowledge and went straight to her "but we're mavericks!" line. It makes you wonder if Biden had the Rove machine on his side how this would be perceived in the press tomorrow. I'm guessing Kerry's lesbo commentx982389288238923.
Biden did a good job of not coming off as an asshole and getting his point across. I suspect Palin's approval rating will level out by the time the media plays the highlights of the debates. I doubt the average voter watches debates let alone VP debates. In a way, not being a punchline for SNL makes her the winner, even though Biden did a much better job in the debate.
And while I half watched the debate, I half watched the Cubs basically die. Ugh.
No excuse for her reaction to Biden nearly crying talking about his wife and daughters. She seemed oblivious to the fact that someone losing half of their family is something she should acknowledge and went straight to her "but we're mavericks!" line. It makes you wonder if Biden had the Rove machine on his side how this would be perceived in the press tomorrow. I'm guessing Kerry's lesbo commentx982389288238923.
Biden did a good job of not coming off as an asshole and getting his point across. I suspect Palin's approval rating will level out by the time the media plays the highlights of the debates. I doubt the average voter watches debates let alone VP debates. In a way, not being a punchline for SNL makes her the winner, even though Biden did a much better job in the debate.
And while I half watched the debate, I half watched the Cubs basically die. Ugh.
Friday, September 26, 2008
John McCain's achilles heel in the debate
seemed to be Kissinger. I loved how his reaction to Obama saying he 'agreed with Bush 90% of the time, including his policies that increased our spending over the last 8 years' was his usual "listen, the American people know I'm not miss congeniality. I'm a Maverick gosh darnit!" bit. Slogans aren't exactly the best foundation for your debate.
While McCain was overly aggressive Obama didn't seem to be aggressive enough, letting McCain drive the "He doesn't understand" line a little far and missing a few opportunities to rip open McCain. They both seemed unprepared. Going to washington was a bad move, but I think Obama came out on top.
While McCain was overly aggressive Obama didn't seem to be aggressive enough, letting McCain drive the "He doesn't understand" line a little far and missing a few opportunities to rip open McCain. They both seemed unprepared. Going to washington was a bad move, but I think Obama came out on top.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
And I thought McCain couldn't come up with anything that could backfire more than Palin
^Letterman is pretty merciless here. Hilarious, but merciless. I'm glad. I don't think McCain is stalling like everyone else thinks he is, the debate's on foreign policy anyway and he had all the time in the world for that. I think he was just trying to make himself seem noble and seem like he's putting the country before himself, and it really came out on the bad end. Bringing all the stress of a presidential campaign to a Bill that NEEDS to be changed soon and is under a lot of pressure already isn't what's best for the country, especially with his lack of knowledge (I feel like I know more about economics than him. That's bad.) on the subject.
PS, Olbermann filling in for McCain was absolute genius. I might start watching Letterman because of that.
EDIT: Maybe he is stalling. The proposed date for the debate would take the place of the VP Debate.
I can't blame him. Something tells me if a Biden-Palin debate occurs, Palin would look like a hypocrite on her rape kit position... I couldn't resist.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tony's biggest problem with the bailout
Before we start calling Paulson's plan Socialism for the rich, addressing the lack in oversight, putting some more regulations to it and all the other flaws in it: Shouldn't we worry whether we can afford it or not? It's gonna cost a minimum 700 billion dollars, I've heard estimates up to 1.5 trillion dollars. We have 800 billion dollars in the federal reserve and SS is almost completely gone.
Where is the money gonna come from? I don't see us taking any foreign loans and we'll have to print a lot of money, so the dollar is going to be worth as much as the peso. If we don't intervene though, people are saying we'll be in a recession. It seems like a lose-lose situation.
I didn't give two shits about the economy until two weeks ago, so this could seem like unintelligible babble. I've read so many different opinions on what would happen if we didn't bail out the banks that it's hard for me to see if the concern the economy will collapse is valid or not. I should take an econ class.
Where is the money gonna come from? I don't see us taking any foreign loans and we'll have to print a lot of money, so the dollar is going to be worth as much as the peso. If we don't intervene though, people are saying we'll be in a recession. It seems like a lose-lose situation.
I didn't give two shits about the economy until two weeks ago, so this could seem like unintelligible babble. I've read so many different opinions on what would happen if we didn't bail out the banks that it's hard for me to see if the concern the economy will collapse is valid or not. I should take an econ class.
Who says I don't do anything productive?
I sent out some emails for my podcast a couple weeks ago and finally got some replies. Our first guest is METAL MIKE! I have some west coast punk related questions for him but I'm not gonna focus too much on the Angry Samoans. His big thing right now is putting some definition to Heavy Metal... and everybody assumed he was a crazy old man spouting crazy shit for awhile, but some editor from rolling stone and those vh1 documentaries gave him some recognition for it. I haven't heard too much about the review he coined it in, or what made him think of calling Humble Pie heavy metal, so that should be interesting.
Our second guest is some shitty youtube sensation that Raechel (my partner) is obsessed with. They're mostly shock humor. The only video I saw of them was them asking old ladies if they like giving head at a gas station. Eh, she's controlling all the technical stuff so I gotta give and take some.
Which reminds me: her recording equipment crapped out. My dream of becoming the radio Lester Bangs is suspended until she gets her stuff (she didn't really specify what was broken, and I don't really know what we're using anyway so it doesn't matter) fixed. I'm gonna give her about a week until i start getting up her ass about it though. And David, if you read this, there are no metaphors in this paragraph.
I started writing a book. The premise is a terrorist attack occurring in the continental United States, causing the country to swing to the right in fear and elect McCain. McCain croaks the day after he's inaugurated and Palin becomes president. The country becomes more and more backwards and they eventually start preaching fear/paranoia-based rhetoric in elementary schools. A group of fifth graders eventually start go insane from it, get their hands on really powerful recreational drugs, and massacre their town. The right-wing government gives them the death penalty and blames their behavior on pop culture and drugs, and ignores what drove them to do this. The protagonist is their principal who really gets into the gubment's bullshit and realizes what he had being doing at the end of the novel, at which point the 5th graders kill him.
I wrote the intro chapter (i wrote a bunch of paragraphs in about an hour and spent the next week editing them. That's how I see myself doing the rest of the book.) and i'm writing the ending next, that's something I do with essays and I figure it's a good guide for the body chapters but it might be a little creatively constricting. If I make it really vague that still gives me something to work towards and some flexibility as well. The main theme seems a little cliche too, I don't wanna seem like another left-wing nut, so there's some work there to be done.
Those last 2 paragraphs are probably really incoherent. 4 am is a bad time to blog. I wonder if I'll even remember I was writing a book in a month.
PS, St. Johns county schools are still a goddamn bureaucracy.
Our second guest is some shitty youtube sensation that Raechel (my partner) is obsessed with. They're mostly shock humor. The only video I saw of them was them asking old ladies if they like giving head at a gas station. Eh, she's controlling all the technical stuff so I gotta give and take some.
Which reminds me: her recording equipment crapped out. My dream of becoming the radio Lester Bangs is suspended until she gets her stuff (she didn't really specify what was broken, and I don't really know what we're using anyway so it doesn't matter) fixed. I'm gonna give her about a week until i start getting up her ass about it though. And David, if you read this, there are no metaphors in this paragraph.
I started writing a book. The premise is a terrorist attack occurring in the continental United States, causing the country to swing to the right in fear and elect McCain. McCain croaks the day after he's inaugurated and Palin becomes president. The country becomes more and more backwards and they eventually start preaching fear/paranoia-based rhetoric in elementary schools. A group of fifth graders eventually start go insane from it, get their hands on really powerful recreational drugs, and massacre their town. The right-wing government gives them the death penalty and blames their behavior on pop culture and drugs, and ignores what drove them to do this. The protagonist is their principal who really gets into the gubment's bullshit and realizes what he had being doing at the end of the novel, at which point the 5th graders kill him.
I wrote the intro chapter (i wrote a bunch of paragraphs in about an hour and spent the next week editing them. That's how I see myself doing the rest of the book.) and i'm writing the ending next, that's something I do with essays and I figure it's a good guide for the body chapters but it might be a little creatively constricting. If I make it really vague that still gives me something to work towards and some flexibility as well. The main theme seems a little cliche too, I don't wanna seem like another left-wing nut, so there's some work there to be done.
Those last 2 paragraphs are probably really incoherent. 4 am is a bad time to blog. I wonder if I'll even remember I was writing a book in a month.
PS, St. Johns county schools are still a goddamn bureaucracy.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I forgot why I started this
And I was reminded when my harddrive where I backed all my songs up crashed. I think I said something about posting the finished versions of these awhile back.
Punk rock, who wants some filthy lucre
I got a proposition to put the world in a stupor
I know you guys don’t have any talent
That’ll just help us piss off more and more parents
Forget about music, even forget about writing the songs
Just piss off the media, propaganda can’t go wrong
Wait a minute, punk rock has no standards, oh boohoo
I guess we got our work cut out for us, Malcolm MacLaren to the rescue!
chorus: the sex pistols ‘changed’ music
And they did it Malcolm’s way, they did it Malcolm’s way
They needed some money for junk, they jerked him off and call it punk
They are the sons of ahhhhhhhhhhnarchay
They did it Malcolm’s way, yeah did it Malcolm’s way
They’re the kings of punk, narcissists on junk
And now they’re in the rock n roll hall of fame
RIGHT! NOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
*bridge*
(over verse, pm‘d) "excuse me, do you think my bondage trousers look smashing today?"
"yes, they look absolutely delightful!"
"and my 60 dollar hairdresser Carnaby Street orange spikey haircut?"
"yes, It’s totally gay"
Jonni Rotten where’s your sense of humor?
always whining and whining I hope you get a brain tumor
Pistols’ keeps saying they don’t give a shit
So why do they keep bitching ‘bout the rich?
Fuck authority, fuck the queen
We’re only saying that to get some green
Malcolm, Malcolm, lead us there
The future of punk lies in my orange hair
*repeat chorus/
I've finally found a way to balance the amount silliness/degradation in expressing my hatred for Jonni Rotten. I don't really have anything against them other than the fact that the media only took shots at them for being vulgar when they were really one giant publicity stunt. The up da p0nx jagoffs don't bother me too much anymore. after getting the guitar parts for this it's probably the most complicated song I've written, which basically means it's the first non 3-chord punk song, so it's not that hard ha:
Verse: Some people ask me, Is my life happy
I got psychotic tendency’s
Can a girl really change everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
My troubles gone and my heart spent
Nothing could go wrong with me
Verse 2: But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder
homicide and suicide, homicide and suicide
Nobody wanted this but me(x2)
When did I become so boring
Oh, I’m so boring
Oh, I’m so boring
Oh, I’m so boring to you (x2)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah, wahhhhhh wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
There’s a commotion brewing inside of my head
Verse 2: You say you’re sorry, you ask for sympathy
Girl you know there’s no quarter
In a heart that’s been ripped to shreds
*repeat chorus*
Verse: the morning, it’s always so boring
it’s so annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Verse 2: Police, Parents and biased juries
Will all come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
And I started writing a love song to the tune of dance with me-lords of the new church.
This was a revolution, baby
But we seem to have forgotten the cause
I got myself a brand new mission
Ain’t this just a great place to start
Stop carrying the weight of the world on your cold shoulders
Listen to me just relax
The world was turning, it’ll soon be burning
We only have the time to take it fast
Chorus: so sing along with me
This love song will damn you for all eternity
Won’t you follow me
We’ll take this love song to the streets
I'll do the second verse later.
Punk rock, who wants some filthy lucre
I got a proposition to put the world in a stupor
I know you guys don’t have any talent
That’ll just help us piss off more and more parents
Forget about music, even forget about writing the songs
Just piss off the media, propaganda can’t go wrong
Wait a minute, punk rock has no standards, oh boohoo
I guess we got our work cut out for us, Malcolm MacLaren to the rescue!
chorus: the sex pistols ‘changed’ music
And they did it Malcolm’s way, they did it Malcolm’s way
They needed some money for junk, they jerked him off and call it punk
They are the sons of ahhhhhhhhhhnarchay
They did it Malcolm’s way, yeah did it Malcolm’s way
They’re the kings of punk, narcissists on junk
And now they’re in the rock n roll hall of fame
RIGHT! NOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
*bridge*
(over verse, pm‘d) "excuse me, do you think my bondage trousers look smashing today?"
"yes, they look absolutely delightful!"
"and my 60 dollar hairdresser Carnaby Street orange spikey haircut?"
"yes, It’s totally gay"
Jonni Rotten where’s your sense of humor?
always whining and whining I hope you get a brain tumor
Pistols’ keeps saying they don’t give a shit
So why do they keep bitching ‘bout the rich?
Fuck authority, fuck the queen
We’re only saying that to get some green
Malcolm, Malcolm, lead us there
The future of punk lies in my orange hair
*repeat chorus/
I've finally found a way to balance the amount silliness/degradation in expressing my hatred for Jonni Rotten. I don't really have anything against them other than the fact that the media only took shots at them for being vulgar when they were really one giant publicity stunt. The up da p0nx jagoffs don't bother me too much anymore. after getting the guitar parts for this it's probably the most complicated song I've written, which basically means it's the first non 3-chord punk song, so it's not that hard ha:
Verse: Some people ask me, Is my life happy
I got psychotic tendency’s
Can a girl really change everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
My troubles gone and my heart spent
Nothing could go wrong with me
Verse 2: But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder
homicide and suicide, homicide and suicide
Nobody wanted this but me(x2)
When did I become so boring
Oh, I’m so boring
Oh, I’m so boring
Oh, I’m so boring to you (x2)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah, wahhhhhh wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhh, wahhhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
There’s a commotion brewing inside of my head
Verse 2: You say you’re sorry, you ask for sympathy
Girl you know there’s no quarter
In a heart that’s been ripped to shreds
*repeat chorus*
Verse: the morning, it’s always so boring
it’s so annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Verse 2: Police, Parents and biased juries
Will all come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
And I started writing a love song to the tune of dance with me-lords of the new church.
This was a revolution, baby
But we seem to have forgotten the cause
I got myself a brand new mission
Ain’t this just a great place to start
Stop carrying the weight of the world on your cold shoulders
Listen to me just relax
The world was turning, it’ll soon be burning
We only have the time to take it fast
Chorus: so sing along with me
This love song will damn you for all eternity
Won’t you follow me
We’ll take this love song to the streets
I'll do the second verse later.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The Queers have a better show
and Joe isn't an egotistical prick. I don't get the weaselheads sometimes.
I might be doing a radio show if my friend ever fixes her equipment. *restrains from joke*
St John's county schools are all a goddamn bureaucracy.
I don't have anything insightful to say tonight.
I might be doing a radio show if my friend ever fixes her equipment. *restrains from joke*
St John's county schools are all a goddamn bureaucracy.
I don't have anything insightful to say tonight.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A tropical storm is going to hit Jacksonville tomorrow
and i learned delta isn't canceling my flight. It's good to know that they value their schedule and honoring their flight times over my life. Needless to say, a high probability of a plane crash will not keep me from a semi Screeching Weasel reunion. I'll post a review and/or notice of my death in a couple weeks.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
The stooges need to silence themselves
It sucks that their equipment was stolen, but they're starting to make me think this is one giant publicity stunt. I haven't gone to a news site or opened a newspaper without reading about it in the last week. Really, if the guy who stole their equipment could pull of an elaborate scheme like that he damn well knows not to even think about selling their shit for a long time and then to do it separately, so they aren't gonna catch him. Their mediocre live shows and the shell of the man that was once Iggy Pop aren't getting them a wider listening audience, so they're hoping people will look them up cause of this.
I can't say I blamed them, Iggy hasn't released anything worth listening to in 30 years and those albums were written by James Williamson and David Bowie. It's even worse that nobody's calling them out on it because they're Rock n roll gods or some bullshit. Ha. the only thing that would be different today if the Stooges never existed would be that all the obscure garage rock bands and the MC5 would be a lot more famous. They fine tuned garage rock, and did a damn fine job of it, but so did a lot of other bands. They just did it better than all of them.
I'm going to stay with my sister and her boyfriend for a week in their one bedroom apartment on the 20th. I'm hoping they'll be really tired at night from working all day, but I'm a realist. I'm seeing a semi weasel reunion on the 23rd so it'll be worth it, though.
I parodied the wanderer by dion. I think it's gonna hit the top 40.
Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where gays judgments are impaired, you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love'em and then I drag them away
I beat em and I choke em, and they scream their mothers name
They call me the dahmerer yeah the dahmerer
I roam around around around...
Oh well there's Felipe on my left and enrique on my right
And Brucey is the guy with that I drove out here tonight
And when he asks me why are we in the forest
I tear open his shirt and sink my teeth into his chest
'Cause I'm the dahmerer, yeah the dahmer
I roam around around around...
Oh well I roam from town to town
My records clean as my seductive stare
'Til the cops start staking out
And the little bitch escaped and now they are aware
I can't say I blamed them, Iggy hasn't released anything worth listening to in 30 years and those albums were written by James Williamson and David Bowie. It's even worse that nobody's calling them out on it because they're Rock n roll gods or some bullshit. Ha. the only thing that would be different today if the Stooges never existed would be that all the obscure garage rock bands and the MC5 would be a lot more famous. They fine tuned garage rock, and did a damn fine job of it, but so did a lot of other bands. They just did it better than all of them.
I'm going to stay with my sister and her boyfriend for a week in their one bedroom apartment on the 20th. I'm hoping they'll be really tired at night from working all day, but I'm a realist. I'm seeing a semi weasel reunion on the 23rd so it'll be worth it, though.
I parodied the wanderer by dion. I think it's gonna hit the top 40.
Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where gays judgments are impaired, you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love'em and then I drag them away
I beat em and I choke em, and they scream their mothers name
They call me the dahmerer yeah the dahmerer
I roam around around around...
Oh well there's Felipe on my left and enrique on my right
And Brucey is the guy with that I drove out here tonight
And when he asks me why are we in the forest
I tear open his shirt and sink my teeth into his chest
'Cause I'm the dahmerer, yeah the dahmer
I roam around around around...
Oh well I roam from town to town
My records clean as my seductive stare
'Til the cops start staking out
And the little bitch escaped and now they are aware
Sunday, August 3, 2008
I left camp yesterday
and it's a really hard place to describe to someone who has never been there. When I first went there a few years ago I had this view of all adults (or at least teachers) over 25 being dull, uptight, humorless losers. When I went to AICL I noticed of the teachers and counselors were funnier and cooler than I am. I actually had fun learning stuff, I wasn't being force-fed stuff I would forgot jerking off the week after finals. They actually cared about what they were teaching and they actually wanted to affect the way people thought about things. Seeing someone like Josh Bathe have some of the ideals he has and being the person he is really shows what that camp can do to someone. The people I met there are cool as hell too and are the reason I go.
It was my last year andI feel a little cheated. I went for the full 2 weeks in 2005 and had tons of fun, i went for the second week in 2006 and left early because my girlfriend told me she killed herself, when she really had no intention of doing so and was just being a hormonal self-centered bitch. In 2007, E&H dicked over camp and it didn't happen and this year was a transition year. Excluding Anela those aren't really anyones fault but it's still aggravating nonetheless.
People tell me the junior counselor experience was pretty hard this year and it doesn't take a genius to figure out how different it was than in years past, I'm hopefully doing that next year but I don't know what to expect.
Some shit happened when I got back that'll provide for a rant about the Jacksonville punk scene that's stuck in 1984 when I get the energy. I'm sick this unity shit. Nothing in punk has ever disenfranchised me more than when the 30 year old balding fat punx asked me for beer money because his mom didn't give him his allowance that week. That really sums up the scene perfectly.
Also, I'm going to post the fluid versions of the last two songs I posted soon. I finished them and started a new one on my way home.
It was my last year andI feel a little cheated. I went for the full 2 weeks in 2005 and had tons of fun, i went for the second week in 2006 and left early because my girlfriend told me she killed herself, when she really had no intention of doing so and was just being a hormonal self-centered bitch. In 2007, E&H dicked over camp and it didn't happen and this year was a transition year. Excluding Anela those aren't really anyones fault but it's still aggravating nonetheless.
People tell me the junior counselor experience was pretty hard this year and it doesn't take a genius to figure out how different it was than in years past, I'm hopefully doing that next year but I don't know what to expect.
Some shit happened when I got back that'll provide for a rant about the Jacksonville punk scene that's stuck in 1984 when I get the energy. I'm sick this unity shit. Nothing in punk has ever disenfranchised me more than when the 30 year old balding fat punx asked me for beer money because his mom didn't give him his allowance that week. That really sums up the scene perfectly.
Also, I'm going to post the fluid versions of the last two songs I posted soon. I finished them and started a new one on my way home.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
should i change the first verse and chorus?
I really wanna do the my way satire, but I have a few other choruses for that. I don't like the first two stanzas.
Let me tell you bout a british rock n roll band
Fuck the Beatles, this band has lots of heart
They shit gold and they’re so creative
Like the dance they invented, when you jump up and down a lot
Let them tell you about the establishment
Don’t let anyone tell you what to do
Real art never comes out of submission
Just as long as everyone thinks it’s you
But there’s a question with each and every musician
Where did everything come from, what inspired them
Why avoid the questions about your inspiration
And why’s their manager more famous than them
chorus: they did it Malcolm’s way, they did it Malcolm’s way
They needed some money for junk, they jerked him off and call it punk
They are the sons of ahhhhhhhhhhnarchay
They did it Malcolm’s way, yeah did it Malcolm’s way
They’re the kings of punk, narcissists on junk
And now they’re in the rock n roll hall of fame
RIGHT! NOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
(over verse, pm‘d) "excuse me, do you think my bondage trousers look smashing today?"
"yes, they look absolutely delightful!"
"and my 60 dollar hairdresser Carnaby Street orange spikey haircut?"
"yes, It’s totally gay"
Jonni Rotten where’s your sense of humor?
always whining and whining I hope you get a brain tumor
Pistols’ keeps saying they don’t give a shit
So why do they keep bitching ‘bout the rich?
Fuck authority, fuck the queen
We’re only saying that to get some green
Malcolm, Malcolm, lead us there
The future of punk lies in my orange hair
*repeat chorus/bridge with key change*
Let me tell you bout a british rock n roll band
Fuck the Beatles, this band has lots of heart
They shit gold and they’re so creative
Like the dance they invented, when you jump up and down a lot
Let them tell you about the establishment
Don’t let anyone tell you what to do
Real art never comes out of submission
Just as long as everyone thinks it’s you
But there’s a question with each and every musician
Where did everything come from, what inspired them
Why avoid the questions about your inspiration
And why’s their manager more famous than them
chorus: they did it Malcolm’s way, they did it Malcolm’s way
They needed some money for junk, they jerked him off and call it punk
They are the sons of ahhhhhhhhhhnarchay
They did it Malcolm’s way, yeah did it Malcolm’s way
They’re the kings of punk, narcissists on junk
And now they’re in the rock n roll hall of fame
RIGHT! NOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
(over verse, pm‘d) "excuse me, do you think my bondage trousers look smashing today?"
"yes, they look absolutely delightful!"
"and my 60 dollar hairdresser Carnaby Street orange spikey haircut?"
"yes, It’s totally gay"
Jonni Rotten where’s your sense of humor?
always whining and whining I hope you get a brain tumor
Pistols’ keeps saying they don’t give a shit
So why do they keep bitching ‘bout the rich?
Fuck authority, fuck the queen
We’re only saying that to get some green
Malcolm, Malcolm, lead us there
The future of punk lies in my orange hair
*repeat chorus/bridge with key change*
Friday, July 11, 2008
First song
Verse: Some people ask me, Is my life happy
With my female history
This girl has changed everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
Don’t know where my troubles went
Nothing could go wrong with me
But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh Baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder, homicide and suicide
homicide and suicide
Homicide and suicide
the story of that whore and me (x2)
When did I become so boring
I become so boring
I become so boring to you (x3)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
Such a quiet commotion
And it’s all in my head
You say you’re sorry, and ask for sympathy
You know there’s no mercy
In a heart that’s broken dead
*repeat chorus*
Verse: Morning, always so boring
Always annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Police, Parents and biased juries
Are all gonna come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
Outro: wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh (having backing vocals repeat everything after you sing it)
Alright, I started this a few days ago after listening to too much Jay Reatard (like the last 10 songs I've written have been about killing my ex. This is my last one, I swear) and bad kids-black lips (does it flow too much like that? I don't wanna get sued.) and have been coming back to it every now and then. I'm not sure if I should try to keep it in chronological order so it's more of a story, ala Pete Seeger, and keep it at 3 verses or take the best verses and keep it at two. Times like this I wish I had a 4track so I could record it and compare rather than just how it sounds in my head. Three verses always seems like overkill to me and I'll probably have to do different variations of the chorus so it doesn't get too repetitive/redundant. I'm also wondering if I should cut the pre-chorus. It fucking sucks. I'm glad nobody's reading this cause I know some smart ass would write "the entire song fucking sucks, you halfwitted male trollop. Go fry some patties." Btw, it'd rule to be a male trollop. With my luck this will be featured on the main page or something and some hipster faggots will come here and bust my balls. Also, with the rhyme scheme, is three rhymes in a row too much? I might go back and change that if it sounds too annoying.
The "wah wah wah's" at the end of the chorus probably don't make any sense here, and I have no idea how to type out that sound, but that is what'll either take this song from good to great or, more realistically, awful to passably mediocre.
The music is almost finished. This is the second song I've written with real chords as opposed to fifth chords, so there's no keith richards/james williamson type ingenius riffs here. I love the stones and the Stooges, but the overwhelming envy kind of makes it hard to listen. I haven't written the chorus riff yet but I think I'm gonna play kinda folksy/clean on the verse then turn on the dis and play power chords over it. The thing is: how do I start the second verse? Do I continue with the power chords or go back to normal ones? I hate when songs get REALLY fast in the middle and then just slow down. It kills the goddamn momentum. IE, Pacemaker-TBR. I could use real chords and keep the tempo fast. I think I'll do that, I don't wanna spend too much time on the song. Switching off between power chords and normal chords 3 times could sound shitty though. Maybe I'll only do 2 verses. As far as leads go, I'll try to start up that band again with mike. he can come up with better leads drunk off the top of his head than i can in 6 months prior to writing the song.
I'm listening to Bo Diddley for the first time since he died today. Him and Carlin gone, and these things come in threes. I wonder who's next.
I think this is like an online diary now, which takes me from a level 6 to level 7 faggot. Goddammit. I need a job.
With my female history
This girl has changed everything
No more resent, my loneliness is dormant
Don’t know where my troubles went
Nothing could go wrong with me
But when I got home, I thought I’d find you alone
Yeah girl you know you are my one and only
And I saw that car in the driveway
Oh Baby, I say it’s crazy
My mind is hazy
Walking home to you and him
Pre-chorus: And All I know is that I’m tired of knowing
My heart’s now as empty as your head
and bitch I lied, I still know something
It’s the end of you, me and him
Chorus: Murder, homicide and suicide
homicide and suicide
Homicide and suicide
the story of that whore and me (x2)
When did I become so boring
I become so boring
I become so boring to you (x3)
Wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh
Verse: argue, and I’d say fuck you
I used to love you
Hey, I still do every now and then
Conflicting emotions, homicidal notions
Such a quiet commotion
And it’s all in my head
You say you’re sorry, and ask for sympathy
You know there’s no mercy
In a heart that’s broken dead
*repeat chorus*
Verse: Morning, always so boring
Always annoying
When you talk at 6 am
But today, when I did awake
You had nothing left to say
Flashbacks, I see all the facts
My mind, it retracts
And the guilt is overwhelming me
Police, Parents and biased juries
Are all gonna come after me
They ain’t gonna get me as long I live
*repeat chorus*
Outro: wah. Wah wah wah wah. Wah wah wah wahhhhhhh (having backing vocals repeat everything after you sing it)
Alright, I started this a few days ago after listening to too much Jay Reatard (like the last 10 songs I've written have been about killing my ex. This is my last one, I swear) and bad kids-black lips (does it flow too much like that? I don't wanna get sued.) and have been coming back to it every now and then. I'm not sure if I should try to keep it in chronological order so it's more of a story, ala Pete Seeger, and keep it at 3 verses or take the best verses and keep it at two. Times like this I wish I had a 4track so I could record it and compare rather than just how it sounds in my head. Three verses always seems like overkill to me and I'll probably have to do different variations of the chorus so it doesn't get too repetitive/redundant. I'm also wondering if I should cut the pre-chorus. It fucking sucks. I'm glad nobody's reading this cause I know some smart ass would write "the entire song fucking sucks, you halfwitted male trollop. Go fry some patties." Btw, it'd rule to be a male trollop. With my luck this will be featured on the main page or something and some hipster faggots will come here and bust my balls. Also, with the rhyme scheme, is three rhymes in a row too much? I might go back and change that if it sounds too annoying.
The "wah wah wah's" at the end of the chorus probably don't make any sense here, and I have no idea how to type out that sound, but that is what'll either take this song from good to great or, more realistically, awful to passably mediocre.
The music is almost finished. This is the second song I've written with real chords as opposed to fifth chords, so there's no keith richards/james williamson type ingenius riffs here. I love the stones and the Stooges, but the overwhelming envy kind of makes it hard to listen. I haven't written the chorus riff yet but I think I'm gonna play kinda folksy/clean on the verse then turn on the dis and play power chords over it. The thing is: how do I start the second verse? Do I continue with the power chords or go back to normal ones? I hate when songs get REALLY fast in the middle and then just slow down. It kills the goddamn momentum. IE, Pacemaker-TBR. I could use real chords and keep the tempo fast. I think I'll do that, I don't wanna spend too much time on the song. Switching off between power chords and normal chords 3 times could sound shitty though. Maybe I'll only do 2 verses. As far as leads go, I'll try to start up that band again with mike. he can come up with better leads drunk off the top of his head than i can in 6 months prior to writing the song.
I'm listening to Bo Diddley for the first time since he died today. Him and Carlin gone, and these things come in threes. I wonder who's next.
I think this is like an online diary now, which takes me from a level 6 to level 7 faggot. Goddammit. I need a job.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
I made a blog!
Primarily for posting songs and what I wanna do with them and/or spamming other peoples blogs.. The few people that do read this won't mind seeing at my pathetic creations and how much I struggle to come up with them, and this will be easier to organize than Word Docs and random notebooks. Or maybe I'm an egotistical prick that wants to brag about his work and shove it in less fortunate peoples faces. Or maybe I'm insecure and looking for affirmation. I don't know. You're confusing me, leave me alone.
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