Tell me what do you see: agosto 2013

segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

Cruella De Ville - Drunken Uncle John

Drunken Uncle John is a bad, bad man.
He comes running through the house with a garbage can.
Emptying the ash,
Grinding all the trash, in my aunts clean floor.
Drinkin' all the cash like a dog with rabies.
Scaring all the babies.
Auntie is his wife, running for her life.
Spendin' all her time searching for a dime down the side of the sofa
Drunken Uncle John is a lazy loafer.
Laying in his vest with his feet on the best chair.
Auntie'd like to take his boots off but she doesn't dare.
She says "John, you know the drink must go,
You're bringing down our good name."
He says "Who won the ball game?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday he was drinking out all night.
So Auntie got the Preacher out to make him see the light.
But when he came to church, he came with a lurch.
Dropping bottle tops in the dime collection.
Singing only hymns of his own selection.
Auntie she was through.
Didn't know what to do.
She grabbed up the baby and a blunderbus
And ran to catch the first train back to us.
When she reached the station she was looking pretty pale,
'Cause Uncle grabbed a kiddie car and headed on the trail.
But when he reached the train, his efforts were in vain.
Aunt and the baby were in a carrige.
"Come back", he yelled, "You stupid train, you got my mariage!"

When he saw his shouting would be all to no avail
He jumped right down upon the track and stood between the rails, rails, rails, rails.
La la la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la la.
The train was chugging down the track but Uncle John refused to budge
The driver said "Get back! Get back! Or in a minute you'll be fudge-udge-udge-udge

Auntie saw what happened. She was crying off her head.
"Although my husband was a drunk I did not wish him dead."
But man he is O.K. He jumped outta the way.
What the driver didn't mention
Uncle John was on the engine.
Hanging on to the caboose.
So Uncle John was still on the loose.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.
No, yeh, no, yeh, no, yeh, no, yeh, no, yeh, no-o-o-o-o

The future use to be so bright part 1

The future use to be so bright part 2

Communism, Hypnotism and the Beatles

by the good Reverend David A. Noebel (1974)

quinta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2013

LovelyKids #29

Wilt Chamberlain

Tantra - Hills of Katmandu

I'll fly with you
To the mystic hills of Katmandu.
I'll fly with you
To the mystic hills of Katmandu
I'll fly with you
To the mystic hills of Katmandu

Pack my case
Gonna leave behind this human race.
Come with me
Where your spirit and your mind are free.

We can fly above the sky
In Katmandu
Peace of mind
We're gonna find in Katmandu

Smoke-scented breeze fills the trees
And you drift away.
Slowly downstream
In a dream that goes on and on
On forever!

Soft winds and sunsets
That lead at some mystery
Sweet-smelling substances

terça-feira, 20 de agosto de 2013

Handling Personality

I´m a Cyborg and That´s Ok #5

A Year With Swollen Appendices

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices