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March 2009

New Gallows!




Sorry about the lack of meaningful posts of late, been proper busy with Artwork for College! plus Uni applications etc etc just haven’t had the time lol.

Here’s the Video for the new song from UK based punk / hardcore mob Gallows.
The change in Franks voice is due to him suffering from ‘Acid Reflex’ which is basically really bad heartburn I gather.
BUT they do seem to have a Deathwish Inc ‘everything-works-together-to-create-a-better-whole’ thing going on, the video, the title to their website EVERYTHINGS FALLING APART.com and the artwork (the massive grey UK flag) which I love in bands.
Overall the video is great, very powerful.

If you don’t get the reference to a film at the end, you are officially shit.

Mar 25, 2009
NEW CONVERGE TEASER!

Converge with a teaser of their new material.
Sounds brilliant.
I’m fucking happy!



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Mar 21, 2009
Francis Bacon

Below are the links to a fascinating 6 part documentary on the painter Francis Bacon.
if you’re not familiar with him i’ve put the link to google images in the title
but he does stuff like this,



beautifully grotesque.

I saw his exhibition at the national gallery in london last november and since then he’s become an absolute inspiration to me, so it’s really nice to get an insight into his fucked up paintings.
I’ve spent ages trying to fathom how on earth he does the style he does and i can’t for the life of me figure it out.
anyway

this was aired on the BBC culture show sometime back in the 90’s

part 1.



part 2.



part 3.



part 4.



part 5.



part 6.



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Mar 16, 2009
Aesop Rock - None Shall Pass

This guy is similar to Sage Francis, but a million times more cryptic and lot of people say better.
One of my favourite songs of the moment, the beat is awesome and it makes a good change from the crap like 50 Cent people seem to lap up.
Enjoy.



“flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
wither by the watering hole, border patrol
what are we to heart huckabee art fuckery suddenly?
not enough young in his lung for the waterwing
colorfully vulgar poacher outta mulch
like “i’m ‘a pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt”
fine
sign of the time we elapse
when a primate climb up a spine and attach
eye for an eye by the bog like swamps and vines
they get a rise out of frogs and flies
so when a dog-fight’s hog-tied prize sorta costs a life
their mouths water on a fork and knife
and the allure isn’t right, no score on a war torn beach
where the cash cow’s actually beef
blood turns wine when it leak for police
like “that’s not a riot it’s a feast, let’s eat!”

CHORUS:
and i will remember your name and face
on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast
and i will rejoice in your fall from grace
with a cane through the sky like “none shall pass”

aah, let me in! x2
none shall pass
aah, let me in! x2
none shall pass

if you never had a day a snow cone couldn’t fix
you wouldn’t relate to the rogue vocoder blitz
how he spoke through a no-doz motor on the fritz
cause he wouldn’t play roll over fetch like a bitch
and express no regrets, though he isn’t worth a homeowner’s piss
to the jokers who pose by the glitz.
fine
sign of the swine in the swarm
when a king is a whore who comply and conform
miles outside of the eye of the storm
with a siphon to lure out a prize and award
while avoiding the vile and bazaar that is violence and war
true blue triumph is more
like wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold
let it break the walls of jericho
ready? go! sat where the old cardboard city folk
swap tales with heads like every other penny throw

Chorus

“you tried to trick me
you’ve gotta lot of nerve”
“i’m not trying to trick you
i’m -trust me- i’m -trust me- i’m trying to help”

okay, woke to a grocery list
goes like this: duty and death
honey, when a jet comes stand in the way
you could be my little snake river canyon today
and i ran with a chain of commands
and a jet pack strap where the back-stab lands if it can
fine
sign of the vibe in the crowd
when i cut her belly open to find what climb out
what a bit of gusto he muster up
to make a dark horse rush like enough is enough
it musta struck a nerve so they huff and puff
‘til all the king’s men fluster and clusterfuck
and it’s a beautiful thing
to my people who keep an impressive wingspan
even when the cubicle shrink
you gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
NY chew thru the machine

Chorus

“i’m trying to help”
”


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Mar 10, 2009
Snakes shedding skin.

Apparently you change every 7 years, interesting reading.
Figure out where you’re at!
Nicely broken into 7 year catagories.
i.e

14-21

This is the third cycle, from fourteen to twenty-one. During it we become conscious of ourselves in a new way, and with a different relationship to life. One might say we become “self conscious.” The emotional range expands in all directions, and with this a new appreciation of music, art, literature and people begins. It is found for instance that at puberty the ability to distinguish subtler tones of colour and sound develops. Besides this the person might go through the difficult struggle of breaking away from home life and/or parental influence. It naturally produces conflict as the person learns some degree of independence. Also, the opposite sex, or sex as a urgent impulse, usually becomes all important as the new emotions pour in upon our personality.

Because of the new range of feelings, many youths experience a different relationship to religion and life’s mysteries. All this, as one approaches twenty-one, produces an individual with some sense of social and individual responsibility, or if not that the beginning or a sense of a direction or life purpose. This might not be recognised as such at the time. But it is a time of searching for life purpose, independence, a realization of choices plus a testing of social and personal limitations as well as an awareness of a burgeoning sexuality. As this is a traumatic period of life for most of us, it is also likely to be a time of many unforgettable dreams.

The period is a time of adding maturity, dignity and poise to the person. If these changes have not occurred by twenty-one, then the person has in some way not covered necessary aspects of development, and both psychology and the law recognises that they are lacking maturity.

This period is one of great and sweeping changes, physically, emotionally, morally and mentally. Such enormous changes often do not occur without an experience of loss. In this case the world of childhood is fading, or it might even be torn away, leaving scars.

It is also a time when many new features of the personality have their beginning, i.e. the religious sense, appreciation of the beautiful, etc. Although such things have their beginnings here, they sometimes remain undeveloped until later years. Because of these changes, and because such a lot is being revealed in these years, it is obvious why so much thought should be given to early marriage. Because of one’s changing viewpoint, the particular partner one would choose at seventeen or eighteen, is likely to be different to the partner chosen at twenty-one and beyond.

The emotional development at this age is possibly seen as initial uncertainty or clumsiness concerning emotional and sexual contact. It often involves desire to explore many relationships, unless there are forces of introversion or personal and social uncertainty at work. We are still finding out what our boundaries and needs are, and the sexual drive as at full flood.. Any partner we have at this time may be loved for ones own needs - rather than out of recognition of who the other person is. Great romantic feelings and spontaneous love which are often difficult to maintain in face of difficulties.



I’m 19 and I feel recently i’ve come to the conclusion that after 6 or more years of being pretty thoroughly confused & depressed about stuff I’m properly happy with the person I am growing into.
It’s fucking brilliant so this seems pretty right!
enjoy

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Mar 8, 2009
Desperate pangs of a bloodthirsty youth.

I once met an old man who said this to me

“dear youth, life is learned through the lessons of the feet
so go find your peace in the desperate streets
run blind & loveless down dead ends
conspire to move mountains under dim limelight with friends
shoot for the stars to land laughing in the gutters
breath deep pollution into young lungs
dance drunk and step-stutter
your 5 a day needs can be found in bottles of cider
familiarity breeds contempt so always climb higher
we are the lovers and losers of the highest order
so live fast or don’t live at all
never stop.”






Last night was fun,
me and Ally sat and watched Black Books whilst I drink 2 litres of 7.5% scrumby cider
and he indulged in some £4 wine. Go on youtube and watch some Black Books, funniest sitcom ever made and it features my two favourite comedians; Bill Bailey and Dylan Moran. 2 litres of crappy cider turns out to be quite hard to drink haha but after that we went out, I don’t really remember much of the night aside from going “GOT YOUR NOSE” to a friends girlfriend for some peculiar reason. But I did have my first experience of cocaine, yes I know but who cares I’m young and it was shit anyway It made my mouth numb and that was it. Another one ticked off the list which turns out to be a waste of time! haha awesome. I don’t see the fascination of “gumming it” because it rots your gums in the end and last time I woke up with phet in my mouth I removed it and my mouth bled lol :/
and also I like my teeth :P.
I don’t drink because I want to be drunk, I drink because I like the adventures I have whilst drinking haha.

Life is good

Mar 7, 2009
You never stumble, you always fall.

The past is alive
moving beneath the cloth, Angels struggling to be bound
the insatiable thirst for youth
never wanting to grow old.

I thought about those mutilated nights we spent entwined in each other carving into our hearts the sullen pleasures of the flesh
pure love, in which I tried to make every single move one that could be for you

I saw God in you but the Devils got your eyes.

Searching for years to write the beauty of your love, now my being is leaking with passion and a lust for life because of the words i’ve found.


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Mar 4, 2009
I Tangoed 'til I was sore

I play the grandpiano whilst i’m singing out my soul
trying to keep my rotting teeth from falling out
stumbling love-drunk down pathways only the beautiful have led
re-creating the magic from the books that I have read
with too many thoughts in my mind crossed with too much cheap weekend wine
I lay enchated in the meadows then I sing long into my bed
passing out beneath the stars and smiling in my soul
I’ve found the beauty in life
turns out it’s been there all along.


This week has been Tom waits & American Poetry

- Tango ‘till they’re sore.



get nerdy.
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