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Killing Joke - Pandemonium
“She talks of supernatural aeons that we’ll make.
She says “look behind the wave of changes”,
feel the future taking shape.I can see tomorrow!
I can see the world to come!
I can see tomorrow!
Hear the Pandemonium!I ask her of her next of kin, and loved ones in her care.
She gestures all around her, then she whispers ‘everywhere’.
‘There is no nuclear family required any more,
my parents are the village, and the village is the law!’I can see tomorrow!
I can see the world to come!
I can see tomorrow!
Hear the Pandemonium!She said ‘unlearn you must forget the values that you hold!’
‘Life is not longevity, and beauty is the only goal!’I can see tomorrow!
I can see the world to come!
I can see tomorrow!
Hear the Pandemonium!Cymbals that crash and pipes of pan, awaken from your trance.
There is no retribution here, see how the heathen dance!I can see tomorrow!
I can see the world to come!
I can see tomorrow!
Hear the Pandemonium!I can see tomorrow!
I can see the world to come!
I can see tomorrow!
Hear the Pandemonium!” -
Here is to Milo Manara. Who opened up a world of comics far beyond the realms of your Lucky Lukes and Man-In-Tights to the eyes of an innocent 8 year old Austrian schoolboy.
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Incubus - New Skin
Do you remember the time when Incubus were actually… good? Not just good, but pretty much the best funk-metal group to go to? It’s true! Yes! At one point in their career, they actually weren’t insanely boring.
I know that, by posting all this satanic-music-nonsense tonight, I’m walking pretty close to the edge of pissing off a lot of my followers. But fear not! I’ll return to satisfy your “pretentious-black’n’white-super-depressing-foreign-movies” needs very soon, when I’m starting so publicize my “Top 10 favourite films”-columns.
As for tonight, it’s my “Worst of the 90s” party. And you are very welcome to endure it.
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Milo Manara. I love you, you dirty old Hack. :-)
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The Prodigy - Their Law
“What we’re dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law…”
This “really” turns out to be quite the nostalgic evening.
Ah, those days where I dressed up like the gang-rape-love-child of Keith Flint, Jonathan Davis, Robert Smith and Petty White. How I miss thy love… -
PJ Harvey - Rub ‘til It Bleeds
“Speak! I’m listening.
Baby! I’m your sweet thing.
Believe… what I’m saying.
God’s truth! I’m not lying.
I… lie steady.
Rest… your head on me.
I’ll smooth it nicely.
Rub it better, ‘till it bleeds.
And you’ll believe me!!
Caught out again!
I’m calling you weak!
Getting even!
And I, I was joking…
Sweet babe! Let me stroke it.
Take! I’m giving.
God’s truth! I’m not lying…
And you’ll believe me!!
I, I, I’m calling you in!
And I’ll make it better!
I’ll rub ‘till it bleeds!
I’ll rub it! Until it!
I’ll rub it! Until it… hey!
I’ll rub it! until it!
I’ll rub it! until it!
I’ll rub it! Until it… hey!
I’ll rub it! Until it!
I’ll rub it! Until it!
I’ll rub it! Until it…” -
All of a sudden… I have this tempting desire to relive my goth-days, put on the most gruesome, yet fascinatingly decadent looking corpse-paint, get pissed as fuck and go to a rave where I can rock it out to drum and bass like it’s 1999.
Silly me.
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16Volt - Darkest Before Dawn
“If I was living to be free,
I don’t see that anymore.
I was just trying to be me,
but the walls and the wars won’t let me be.
There’s always something,
to remind me what to do.
There’s always some way,
to get back to you…
Just let me know,
when you need my faith.
I’ll be there to fly away with you.
With you…
I know someday we’ll make it work,
and I know that the rain will clear the way.
I know someday we’ll take it home,
and I know that the pain will clear the way…
There’s always something,
to remind me of you.
There’s always a way,
to take me there…
Just let me know,
when you need a hand.
I’ll be there to be with you,
with you…
And it’s always darkest, before dawn!
And when the sun comes out,
all the rain is gone.
It’s gone…
I was making my head up,
and you know it would fall down.
All the weight of the world,
‘has got me on the ground.
‘Cause it’s always darkest, before dawn!
And when the sun comes on,
all the rain is gone.
It’s gone…” -
16Volt - Shameface
“I will watch you go down,
with your plastic face laughing all the way.
I will watch you fall down,
with your plastic heart laughing it all out.
Nothing colder then an old friend,
betrayal has it’s in.
Like with such a trip and a little trick,
who wouldn’t do what you do?
You’re not gonna save me!
There’s so much I’ve left here lately.
So unfortunately,
luck has surely kicked me…
Your nitrous secret seems all this treatment,
got burnt up in the threes.
It’s nothing to take it apart,
when you build it at a higher rate than one could ever debate.
And when we’re in the mood for a twisting tale,
the kind of curves that makes the man’s ruin hurt.
I’m on the bottom but I’m looking up
just as a broken worth becomes a shattered rut.And like a little kill, just here and there,
no one will notice if they’re not aware.
I can tell it’s nothing for you to let it all go,
when your guilt is obsession at the next highest level.
And in your final release there is nothing that sweet,
the kind that makes the ruin of man repeat.
Now go become your place hide within the walls of yourself.
This is shameface!You’re not really with me!
There’s so much I’ve been through lately.
So unfortunately,
Luck has surely kicked me…You’re not gonna save me!
There’s so much I’ve left here lately.
So unfortunately,
luck has surely kicked me…” -
Yet another saturday evening which I will spent with a bottle of my favourite Chardonnay, Ludwig Hirsch’s “Dunkelgraue Lieder” playing in the stereo, and a notebook to write down ideas for a story I am… eventually… going to write and draw.
Which will most definitely include my wildest suicidal fantasies, as well as pages after pages of the most pretentious self-loathing gibberish one person could possibly come up with. Yay for a very well balanced personality.
In other news: these newly prescribed anti-depressants don’t work shit, and a freshly bought pack of cigarettes WILL be rendered obsolete.
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Auschwitz by George Pratt


