Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
COMMIN FOR BLOOD: words by me
Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee deep in the blood of their children
Is that he who fondles the pleasure of Allah
Like him who has made himself reservin' the displeasure from Allah
And his abode and how, and it is an evil destination...IM COMMIN' FOR BLOOD. I WANT YOUR SOUL, YOUR HEART, YOUR CHILDREN' S SOUL'S AND HEARTS...IM BRINGING HITLER AND THE DEAD SOULS OF EVERY FALLEN WAFFEN-SS NAZI TO THE BATTLE, YOU PUNK BITCH. IM JIMMY COONAN AND MICKEY FEATHERSTONE COMMIN' AS ONE TO DISMANTLE YOUR BODY. YOU CAN PRAY TO JESUS AND MUHAMMAD AINT NO ONE GONNA' SAVE YOUR WORTHLESS ASS WHEN IM DONE. PRAY FOR MERCY, BUT I AINT MERCIFUL HOMMIE. I PUT YOUR SOUL ON THE ALTAR AND BURN IT AS A SACRIFICE AND WHEN YOU FINALLY SMILE BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS DONE AND YOUR DEAD THAT GOD GAVE YOU MERCY, I REACH THROUGH THAT SPIRITUAL LIGHT OF GODS GRACE AND CHOKE YOU BACK DOWN AND BREATH LIVE INTO YOU. YOUR NOT DEAD TILL I SAY YOUR DEAD. YOU HEATHEN BITCH FEAR DEATH CAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN EVIL AND UNWORTHY OF GODS LOVE, I DONT FEAR DEATH. I WILL RETURN TO THE SILENCE OF GODS TOMB.
blue eyed devil
Is that he who fondles the pleasure of Allah
Like him who has made himself reservin' the displeasure from Allah
And his abode and how, and it is an evil destination...IM COMMIN' FOR BLOOD. I WANT YOUR SOUL, YOUR HEART, YOUR CHILDREN' S SOUL'S AND HEARTS...IM BRINGING HITLER AND THE DEAD SOULS OF EVERY FALLEN WAFFEN-SS NAZI TO THE BATTLE, YOU PUNK BITCH. IM JIMMY COONAN AND MICKEY FEATHERSTONE COMMIN' AS ONE TO DISMANTLE YOUR BODY. YOU CAN PRAY TO JESUS AND MUHAMMAD AINT NO ONE GONNA' SAVE YOUR WORTHLESS ASS WHEN IM DONE. PRAY FOR MERCY, BUT I AINT MERCIFUL HOMMIE. I PUT YOUR SOUL ON THE ALTAR AND BURN IT AS A SACRIFICE AND WHEN YOU FINALLY SMILE BECAUSE YOU THINK ITS DONE AND YOUR DEAD THAT GOD GAVE YOU MERCY, I REACH THROUGH THAT SPIRITUAL LIGHT OF GODS GRACE AND CHOKE YOU BACK DOWN AND BREATH LIVE INTO YOU. YOUR NOT DEAD TILL I SAY YOUR DEAD. YOU HEATHEN BITCH FEAR DEATH CAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN EVIL AND UNWORTHY OF GODS LOVE, I DONT FEAR DEATH. I WILL RETURN TO THE SILENCE OF GODS TOMB.
blue eyed devil
NOW IT'S ON
Don't be scared- Be prepared for the worst
Before I let a round of shots burst
You the opening act so rock first
Trust me, multiple shots from Glocks hurt
And I think there's been enough said
'Cause your body's gonna leak like a mothafuckin dust-head
Burner love to see the blood red
And you pussy-clout rappers can't sleep until a thug's dead
But I don't plan to die
Until it's my time
Soldiers keep playa hatin from the sideline
It's divine rhyme
Jedi Mind time
It's rap cyanide
Study the guidelines
Yeah on my last few twelve inches
Walk around with a long knife-twelve inches
That's real sharp for cutting ya skin
Tie you up make you watch while I'm fuckin' ya kin
Before I let a round of shots burst
You the opening act so rock first
Trust me, multiple shots from Glocks hurt
And I think there's been enough said
'Cause your body's gonna leak like a mothafuckin dust-head
Burner love to see the blood red
And you pussy-clout rappers can't sleep until a thug's dead
But I don't plan to die
Until it's my time
Soldiers keep playa hatin from the sideline
It's divine rhyme
Jedi Mind time
It's rap cyanide
Study the guidelines
Yeah on my last few twelve inches
Walk around with a long knife-twelve inches
That's real sharp for cutting ya skin
Tie you up make you watch while I'm fuckin' ya kin
Friday, June 12, 2009
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
NEW SOULSAVERS BIO:
In 2007, when Soulsavers released their second opus “It’s Not How Far You Fall, It’s How You Land”, the collective’s leader Rich Machin explained what lay behind it. “I didn't want to be in an electronic band. Or a rock'n'roll band. I wanted the freedom to explore.”
Today, he reaffirms that position. “I love all kinds of music, which allows me to open all these doors. There’s nothing better than bringing in great people who inspire, to keep you on top of your game, and to keep things fresh and never boring. That's the nature of what we've set up here."
Soulsavers had begun as more of an electronic affair, with Machin partnering studio engineer Ian Glover for the 2003 debut Tough Guys Don’t Dance. Josh Haden of slow-core moodists Spain (the band, not the country), added three vocals, but the following It’s Not How Far You Fall... set a new benchmark, threading soul, gospel, rock, jazz, country into the mix and a matching spread of singers. Principally, though, out front was the indefatigable Mark Lanegan, former Screaming Tree whose profound, growling croon was the perfect match for Soulsavers’ broader, richer vein of sepulchral cinerama.
Besides Lanegan’s eight vocals, there were telling contributions from The London Community Gospel Choir, Will Oldham and Doves' Jimi Goodwin; voices to throw light and shade on Machin’s expansive music and to contrast Lanegan’s tobacco-tarred laments.
The album went down an absolute storm: “An album of such devotional beauty that even on first listen it creates an abundantly transcendent experience,” went one review. “One listen to their spine-tingling second effort will have you ready to up sticks and follow them to the ends of the earth,” read another.
Now you must be prepared to follow Soulsavers even further, for Broken is even better, a future classic that delivers 14 tracks of wide-ranging majesty. The main difference this time, says Rich, is the influence of Soulsavers’ stage incarnation. “Touring has definitely brought the guitars to the front of Broken and it’s got a more soulful twist too. And though it’s clearly has some very dark overtones, I don’t think it’s quite as dark as the last.”
True, though Lanegan – who reigns over ten tracks here – still sounds like the weight of the world sits on his shoulders. But the story this time begins with another voice. ‘Sunrise’, which is being released exclusively as a 7” single (and download) before Broken, is a west coast-drenched, lone-plains-drifter lament sung by Will Oldham, with Lanegan supplying lyrics and music. Returning the favour, Lanegan takes on Oldham’s ‘You Will Miss Me When I Burn’; it’s the B-side to ‘Sunrise’ and an album cut.
Like its predecessor, Broken was recorded in Los Angeles, in the wee small hours. It took about a year to finish, Rich and Mark bouncing ideas off each other, and back and forth between LA and Rich’s base in the north of England, until it was time to sign off on the record. Not that Rich interfered with the wordsmith. “Mark’s lyrics are so good, you don’t want to wade in there and ask for changes,” he says. Regarding any lyrical theme, though Rich recently told one journalist, “it started as a concept record, but we forgot what the concept we started with was,” he now admits is was a flippant comment, and there was never such a thing. “Mark and I have never got into any kind of conversation about lyrics. His lyrics speak for themselves, and anyway, one thing he’s never going to do is shed some light on anything!”
Perhaps Broken is a little lighter than the last because of its circumstances. It’s Not How Far You Fall... was funded off Rich’s credit cards, without a record deal in place. “During the mix, you realise what a dumb thing you might have done, so it became quite stressful,” he recalls. “It was a huge undertaking. But V2 came in and bailed us out.” Now Soulsavers has a full support network, from V2 to loyal press and fans alike.
Not only have Soulsavers has a full support network, from label to loyal press and fans alike, but they can count on fans who themselves pursue dark-eyed rock hues. Like Spiritualized’s Jason Pierce, who duets with Lanegan on ‘Pharaoh’s Chariot’, which came about after both bands toured together in 2008. That most left-field of mainstream rollers, Mike Patton duets with Mark on ‘Unbalanced Pieces’, Broken’s most electronic-enhanced cut, while Richard Hawley adds shadowy backing vocals to ‘Shadows Fall’, and finally Gibby Haynes of Butthole Surfers infamy appears alongside Lanegan on Death Bells. In the studio the band added Martyn LeNoble (Porno For Pyros + Jane’s Addiction) on bass duties.
Broken also introduces a new voice, Red Ghost (Rosa Agostino). Her suitably dark, sultry tones unfurl across three standout tracks - the stately ‘By My Side’, the glowering ‘Praying Ground’ and the sensual, jazz-blues of ‘Rolling Skies’, on which she trades verses with Mark over a steamy, New Orleans-tinted groove. “This young Australian girl from Sydney kept on sending me demos,” Rich recalls, “and she was better than most everything else we’d heard. We traded ideas, and it really gelled.”
Yet Lanegan remains at the album’s core, for which Rich is eternally grateful. “When you hear him throw a vocal down, it’s incredibly inspiring and pushes you to raise your game even further. He really brings out the best in you.” Rich, for his part, sounds at the top of his game too. ‘Shadows Fall’, ‘Pharaoh’s Chariot’ and ‘All The Way Down’ have a rich, gospel undertow. ‘Death Bells’ malevolently rocks the hardest, while ‘You Will Miss Me When I Burn’, ‘Highway Kind’ and ‘Can’t Catch The Train’ showcases Soulsavers’ becalmed, solitary side. And then there is the album’s stunning, eight-minute version of ‘Some Misunderstanding’, written by original Byrd and fallen angel Gene Clark for his epochal 1974 album No Other, which Lanegan sings with bruising conviction - and don’t forget the superlative guitar coda, which Neil Young would surely have been proud of nailing. “I grew up listening to lots of that music,” says Rich. “I was always a big Neil Young fan, for example. It’s pretty inspiring to get up into Laurel Canyon and around those parts, particularly when you’re making a record yourself.”
Finally, Rich contributes two instrumentals, which bare his soundtrack soul. Soulsavers songs have unsurprisingly been used for US TV dramas, from Grey’s Anatomy & CSI New York through to HBO’s new smash hit InTreatment, but Rich – a huge film buff – has his eyes on the bigger screen. Brilliant ‘auditions’ both, ‘The Seventh Proof’ and ‘Wise Blood’ are gloriously moody in the Morricone/Nicolai (both formative influences of Rich’s) Italian school of killer orchestrations. To help him, he called on a contemporary Italian arranger Daniele Luppi, "He brought alive our ideas, which has pushed me harder to try and work a lot more in that film world.”
What of the future? Rich is committed to keeping things fresh, “but Mark and I have got this thing, and we’ll always work together one way or another.” It seems that, for the time being, they’ve saved each other souls, and now they’re out to save yours...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
"AM MEER"
HERE WE HAVE A COUPLE LAYING BY THE BANKS OF THE SEA SIDE, OUTSIDE OF A FISHERMAN'S HUT, THERE LOVE HAS LONG PASSED WITH TIME AND BEFORE THEY SEPARATE, THE MAN DRINKS THE TEARS THAT FALL HEAVILY UPON HER WHITE HANDS...NOW THAT HE IS WASTING AWAY WITH LONGING, THE MAN NOW REALIZES THOSE TEARS WERE POISON.....
THE LADDER OF THE HONKY
Current mood:
devious Got u where I want u
Motherfucker
I got 5ive up on your dime
And if u wanna peep on something
Peep what I got stuck between
Your eyes
And since I don't believe
A word u say
Save it for another, baby brother
Swallow time 2 pay
Up on the ladder they sing
How high?
Does a brother have to climb
2 touch the light
But wait 'till I get done
With u
If u tell me
"Don't get mixed up with the Devil"
That's exactly
What I'm gonna do
Caught u while u waited
For your boy 2 come
And fix u up again
Come a little closer, baby
I only wanna try 2
Be your friend
Since I ain't got nothing
Left 2 lose
Got u where I want u
Motherfucker
Don't u try 2 move
Up on the ladder they sing
How high?
Does a brother have 2 climb
2 touch the light
Won't u take me up there
With u? U said u would
No one ever could shake
That ladder like I could
So I wait .......
A FOLK SONG ABOUT MY GREAT UNCLE: CIRCA 1933
Current mood:
impressed Remember, yes I remember well,
The most famous rum-runner of them all:
Remember, yes, I remember well,
The most famous rum-runner of them all,
It was the schooner from Lunenberg, I'm Alone
In the Gulf of Mexico she went down under fire
Of a Yankee cutter on the high seas outside treaty waters.
cho: Oh, I'm alone
A long way from Lunenberg she went down
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to
On the I'm Alone.
It was in nineteen hundred and twenty-nine
When the smuggling of liquor was a profitable pasttime
Many a Maritimer didn't see why
He shouldn't turn a profit, Uncle Sam was dry
Many a family took on style
Prohibition made it very worthwhile
To be a good Samaritan to long-suffering thirsty Americans.
Now the schooner's captain was a wild Newfoundlander
A hard-driving man, name of John Thomas Randall,
A decorated veteran of the First World War,
A sea-going gentleman adventurer.
From Belize, he'd take the I'm Alone
To the coast of Louisiana, and anchor south of Trinity Shoal
Where he would meet his man and discharge the cargo according to plan.
It was all clear sailing for the I'm Alone
With the profits of six or seven trips salted down
The coastguard had bothered her a couple of times
But Skipper John's seamanship had left them behind.
One March morning in the wind and the swell
She was reaching along under jumbo jib and storm trysail
When the cutter Dexter swept on the I'm Alone's starboard quarter.
Now the Dexter's captain was a a very rough man
He had sworn he'd never lose the I'm Alone again
He ran a string of signals, saying, "How do you do?
You know that I'll fire if you don't heave to."
Skipper John semaphored immediately,
"We're on the high seas, you have no jurisdiction over me!"
But the Dexter's captain sent several volleys
Through the I'm Alone's rigging.
The bullets tore the booms, the sails, the lines,
Even tore a hole in the Red Ensign.
When Skipper John saw that he was fit to be tied
At this disrespect shown to his national pride.
The crew said, "Sir, don't you trouble your mind -
We'll all go down together with the old Red Ensign flyin!'"
So he signalled to the Dexter, "Shoot and be damned to ya!
I'll not surrender!"
So the Dexter opened fire and it didn't take long
Before her guns had stitched a seam along the I'm Alone's waterline
Skipper John ordered every man to the sea
There was water on the bridge when he himself jumped free.
Stern in the air, the I'm Alone went down
A heavy sea a-runnin', a wonder only one man was drowned -
The bo'sun was the one who was pulled aboard the cutter
When his life had gone.
That's how it happened, there isn't much more -
The I'm Alone became an international affair
Skipper John and his seamen were all released,
The U.S. Government couldn't make a case.
That kind of violence is bound to happen
When a law like Prohibition sits up and begs to be broken
And we'll still remember the story of the I'm Alone
And Skipper John Randall.
The most famous rum-runner of them all:
Remember, yes, I remember well,
The most famous rum-runner of them all,
It was the schooner from Lunenberg, I'm Alone
In the Gulf of Mexico she went down under fire
Of a Yankee cutter on the high seas outside treaty waters.
cho: Oh, I'm alone
A long way from Lunenberg she went down
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to
On the I'm Alone.
It was in nineteen hundred and twenty-nine
When the smuggling of liquor was a profitable pasttime
Many a Maritimer didn't see why
He shouldn't turn a profit, Uncle Sam was dry
Many a family took on style
Prohibition made it very worthwhile
To be a good Samaritan to long-suffering thirsty Americans.
Now the schooner's captain was a wild Newfoundlander
A hard-driving man, name of John Thomas Randall,
A decorated veteran of the First World War,
A sea-going gentleman adventurer.
From Belize, he'd take the I'm Alone
To the coast of Louisiana, and anchor south of Trinity Shoal
Where he would meet his man and discharge the cargo according to plan.
It was all clear sailing for the I'm Alone
With the profits of six or seven trips salted down
The coastguard had bothered her a couple of times
But Skipper John's seamanship had left them behind.
One March morning in the wind and the swell
She was reaching along under jumbo jib and storm trysail
When the cutter Dexter swept on the I'm Alone's starboard quarter.
Now the Dexter's captain was a a very rough man
He had sworn he'd never lose the I'm Alone again
He ran a string of signals, saying, "How do you do?
You know that I'll fire if you don't heave to."
Skipper John semaphored immediately,
"We're on the high seas, you have no jurisdiction over me!"
But the Dexter's captain sent several volleys
Through the I'm Alone's rigging.
The bullets tore the booms, the sails, the lines,
Even tore a hole in the Red Ensign.
When Skipper John saw that he was fit to be tied
At this disrespect shown to his national pride.
The crew said, "Sir, don't you trouble your mind -
We'll all go down together with the old Red Ensign flyin!'"
So he signalled to the Dexter, "Shoot and be damned to ya!
I'll not surrender!"
So the Dexter opened fire and it didn't take long
Before her guns had stitched a seam along the I'm Alone's waterline
Skipper John ordered every man to the sea
There was water on the bridge when he himself jumped free.
Stern in the air, the I'm Alone went down
A heavy sea a-runnin', a wonder only one man was drowned -
The bo'sun was the one who was pulled aboard the cutter
When his life had gone.
That's how it happened, there isn't much more -
The I'm Alone became an international affair
Skipper John and his seamen were all released,
The U.S. Government couldn't make a case.
That kind of violence is bound to happen
When a law like Prohibition sits up and begs to be broken
And we'll still remember the story of the I'm Alone
And Skipper John Randall.
A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER TO PHIL (MADE PUBLIC BY POPULAR DEMAND)
Current mood:
touched I FORGIVE YOU AND STILL THINK THE WORLD OF YOU YES YOU!!!!!!!!! YOU WERE CRAZY SILLY. AND SPEAKING OF CRAZY, TAKE A LOOK AT "EVIL PHIL" AND ALL THE SEXUAL HARRASMENT THAT I RECEIVED YESTERDAY FROM THAT BRUTE WHO RUNS THE SPORTS DESK OF A MIND. YOU MUST HAVE BEEN DRUNK WHEN YOU SAID IT--BUT WHISKEY IS NO EXCUSE FOR THIS KIND OF BRAINLESS, ATAVISTIC GIBBERISH. I WANT THAT SCREWHEAD FIRED!! HE WAS HARMLESS ONCE, BUT EVER SINCE JUDGE GRIFF GOT CONFIRMED FOR THE "HIGH COURT", YOU HAVE BEEN MAULING WOMEN SHAMELESSLY. LAST WEEK YOU PINNED MY SECRETARY AGAINST A HOT WALL IN THE MAINFRAME ROOM AND ALMOST TWISTED HER NIPPLES OFF "ALA" KYLE STYLE (THAT SICK PERVERSE "THING" YOU DO TO YOUR NIP'S WELL BE THE DOWNFALL OF YOU AND THE BOY) THEN YOU LAUGHED AT ME AND SAID IT WAS LEGAL NOW TO MAUL AND FONDLE WOMEN, AND IF I DIDN'T LIKE IT I COULD TAKE YOU TO COURT.
I WORRY MY DEAR FRIND THAT YOUR ACTIONS OF LATE WILL LEAD YOU HAND IN HAND DOWN A DARK ROAD, WICH ENDS WITH SHORT MEMO'S TAPED UP ON THE WALL'S OF MEN'S ROOM-- AND PROBABLY THE WOMEN'S ROOM TOO.
--NATEDAWG--
--HEAD SLUTT--
I WORRY MY DEAR FRIND THAT YOUR ACTIONS OF LATE WILL LEAD YOU HAND IN HAND DOWN A DARK ROAD, WICH ENDS WITH SHORT MEMO'S TAPED UP ON THE WALL'S OF MEN'S ROOM-- AND PROBABLY THE WOMEN'S ROOM TOO.
--NATEDAWG--
--HEAD SLUTT--
I DON'T OWE YOU AN APOLOGY
Current mood:
apathetic i dont care what step of the program i'm supposed to be in, i don't owe any of you an apology. Whatever I did, I must have had a damn good reason.
To the guy who took a shot at me in the shaky's parking lot on Santa Monica last thursday, I don't apologize for tripping your kid, because I didn't do it on purpose to begin with. Even though he was making a racket on the damned whack-a-mole machine while I was trying to watch the game - the machine wasn't even working, for chrissakes. Any kid old enough to sit on the big-boy chair should have the brain capacity to understand when a coin-operated machine is out of order. But no, your wunderkind thought it best to take the foam hammer and smash the shit out of the machine, screaming with whatever rage he must have suppressed by having you as his white trash father. Nice parenting letting him wander the resturaunt to annoy the rest of us so you could finish your pitcher of domestic swill, you neanderthal. Anyway, he tripped because his shoelaces were untied. Maybe instead of taking a swing at me you should be out finding a third job to get the kid some velcro, asshole. Ok, so maybe I said a few things I shouldn't have but I doubt it's nothing the little darling can't hear at home once you've knocked back a few. I doubt he even knows what an abortion is, anyway.
To that "woman" who kicked me outside the frolic room on hollywood boulevard, you don't own the sidewalk just because you use it as a business office. I'll thank you to keep your stretched-out high heels on the floor of some john's chevy impala, where they belong. it's a free country - i can pass out anywhere i damn well want to.
To the girl who works the late shift at Wendy's look, you're a nice kid and we've had some laughs but if you remember, my initial posting said NSA, hence no strings baby. You want commitment, try a marionette. I'm complicated, see? I'm going through a lot of very real tribulations and am just not emotinally available.
That said, if you understand these limitations and would like to be "buddies, " I'd be open to a little reunion. As I recall, we last met up at the KFC. You bring the breasts, I'll bring the dark meat.hold on, phone...
gotta run, im late for a card game -
ND
To the guy who took a shot at me in the shaky's parking lot on Santa Monica last thursday, I don't apologize for tripping your kid, because I didn't do it on purpose to begin with. Even though he was making a racket on the damned whack-a-mole machine while I was trying to watch the game - the machine wasn't even working, for chrissakes. Any kid old enough to sit on the big-boy chair should have the brain capacity to understand when a coin-operated machine is out of order. But no, your wunderkind thought it best to take the foam hammer and smash the shit out of the machine, screaming with whatever rage he must have suppressed by having you as his white trash father. Nice parenting letting him wander the resturaunt to annoy the rest of us so you could finish your pitcher of domestic swill, you neanderthal. Anyway, he tripped because his shoelaces were untied. Maybe instead of taking a swing at me you should be out finding a third job to get the kid some velcro, asshole. Ok, so maybe I said a few things I shouldn't have but I doubt it's nothing the little darling can't hear at home once you've knocked back a few. I doubt he even knows what an abortion is, anyway.
To that "woman" who kicked me outside the frolic room on hollywood boulevard, you don't own the sidewalk just because you use it as a business office. I'll thank you to keep your stretched-out high heels on the floor of some john's chevy impala, where they belong. it's a free country - i can pass out anywhere i damn well want to.
To the girl who works the late shift at Wendy's look, you're a nice kid and we've had some laughs but if you remember, my initial posting said NSA, hence no strings baby. You want commitment, try a marionette. I'm complicated, see? I'm going through a lot of very real tribulations and am just not emotinally available.
That said, if you understand these limitations and would like to be "buddies, " I'd be open to a little reunion. As I recall, we last met up at the KFC. You bring the breasts, I'll bring the dark meat.hold on, phone...
gotta run, im late for a card game -
ND
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