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Youth Brigade - Violence

They call us fascist and then they pray
To the God that made the world their way
In whose name they kill and teach
The sermons and the laws they preach

Violence, violence, violence, just for kicks
Violence, violence, violence, does it make any sense
Violence, violence, violence, can you stop it
Violence, violence, violence, do you want to

Philosophy borne of the mind
Try to explain the problems of our lives
It can't explain away
That violence is here to stay
Say it's just our nature
We have to FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
Doesn't matter we've been taught
that might makes right

Violence, violence, violence, just for kicks
Violence, violence, violence, does it make any sense
Violence, violence, violence, can you stop it
Violence, violence, violence, do you want to
Violence, violence, violence
Violence, violence, violence
Violence, violence, violence
Violence, violence
Violence

Violence, violence, violence, just for kicks
Violence, violence, violence, does it make any sense
Violence, violence, violence, can you stop it
Violence, violence, violence, do you want to

They call us fascist and then they pray
To the God that made the world their way
In whose name they kill and teach
The sermons and the laws they preach

Violence, violence, violence, just for kicks
Violence, violence, violence, does it make any sense
Violence, violence, violence, can you stop it
Violence, violence, violence, do you want to



PS. Image is chosen randomly, but oddly appropriate given that I just finished watching "The Arena" about twenty minutes ago.

PPS. "Lights of Zetar" was written by Shari "Lambchop" Lewis? MADNESS.
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Lou Reed - My Name is Mok

My name is Mok and thanks a lot
I know you love the thing you got
You've never seen the likes of me
Why I'm the biggest thing since World War Three, Girls!
(His name is Mok, thanks a lot, you think hes acting but hes not)
My name is Mok and I'm on fire
I'm the match and I'm the pyre
I'm the voodoo black musician priest
Why I'm the greatest thing since World War Three, Girls!
(You think hes acting but hes not, his name is Mok, and thanks a lot)
My name is Mok and thanks a lot
I am the power Sodom used on Lot
I am the pillar, I am the snake
I am the beat that makes you shake
I am the killer, I am the source
And you will worship me of course
I'm the overlord, I'm the sin, the whip
There is no question that I am it, hey girls!
(His name is Mok, thanks a lot, he looks so cool but hes hot
His name is Mok, thanks a lot, you think hes acting but hes not)
My name is Mok, thanks a lot

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Thanksgiving is the opening salvo of an all out war.

We are all soldiers on the front line. Some of us on one side and some of us on the other.

Christmas is serious business. And, apparently, it starts in late November. Its like capitalist Ramadan, but with Nutrisystem portion control instead of fasting.

I'm probably gonna have to see my relatives at some point this "holiday season". It is strange for me to think that I might have anything in common with most of those people. Those -white- people. I like some of them, but for every nerd and hipster in the family there is a redneck and a born again Christian. There is no topic of conversation in which our interests even remotely cross over. I certainly do nothing to enrich their lives. They return the favor.

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Greens and blacks! Greens and blacks! I'm obsessing over this two-tone color scheme! I want it everywhere! I want to paint the world in greens and blacks. Beautiful soft greens, bright greens, dark greens, and pastel greens. Deep blacks, dark blacks, chocolate blacks, and light-devouring blacks. Every other hue can bow before it.

I'm gonna dye my Kurt Cobain white and black stripe shirt into black and green. I'm very serious about this.

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So today is Thanksgiving. My reflex is just say "fuck it" and be cynical about the whole thing. I need slow my pace though, because I've got a lot of hating to do on Christmas. I don't want to be worn out by the time the presents start rolling around. Luckily, there is a kickass New Years party this year. That'll fuel my hate reserves well into 2010.

Fuck, the Aughts are over! Did I really make it to the other side?

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My party is tonite. I have nothing to wear. If I survive the night, it'll be a goddamn miracle.

I think I'll make a mix. Daedelus + World Inferno Friendship Society + Pizzicato Five + CRASS + Cale Parks + Velvet Underground. Alternating 20th century remix and punk. I think that'll fly with this crowd. If it doesn't, then they can throw their own goddamn party.

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You know, Patti Smith is really really overrated. Just sort of boring with no real hooks. Yeah, shes intense. Yeah, shes influential. But even PJ Harvey's most mediocre stuff is ten times better. Heresy, I know, but man. She is fookin' boring. Like Tom Petty said, "I ain't hearing a single."

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Life is funny sometimes. I go months without much action and suddenly I have strange girls showing up at my doorstep at midnight. Madness! And of course, the "sure things" turn up nothing.

In a related story: Boys are dumb!

In a related, related story: Still can't be with the one I love, so I'll bide my time with the ones I'm with.

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I've been so bored today that I've been actually doing Facebook stuff. Damn everyone who has me browsing there. I'll still do my blogging here. FB really sucks for blogging. I mean, like sucks hard. Which makes sense because Livejournal sucks hard for networking.

Speaking of which: networking. Yikes. I have my parents friends adding me on Facebook as well as actual relatives like uncles and cousins and such. What the hell? If there was ever a disincentive to actually posting anything of substance, there you have it. If I was honest on there, I'd probably get written out of my grandparent's will. Hell, they might have already for all I know.

Personally, I prefer the strange pseudo-anonymity of LJ. I prefer to play the character of Chardarkminion rather than the drab reality of my real self. "Illusion is the first of all pleasures," says Oscar Wilde. I'm inclined to follow this advice. After all, fantasism is fantasism. I think I prefer that everyone think I'm an androgynous millionaire artist/time traveler from the future. Who owns Godzilla.

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Oh me, oh my. I woke up early today and even tried to get back to sleep to no avail. Its just as well I suppose... my dream life has been almost too intense for me the past few days. I've been having body transformation dreams that are, to be honest, quite lovely. The bad part is the jolt of waking up into who I really am, drowning in flesh and hair.

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People who are perpetually invisible on their chat programs are vexing. Consider me vexed.

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New policy: If you have a crush on someone, you let them know.

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TOUCH MY HEART

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Today is my real birthday. Facebook is filthy with lies.

I spent all weekend in Columbus with friends. I like spending time with young people, they don't have the hideous disaffection of all these jaded old farts and breeders I surround myself with. I kid, of course. I'm one of those jaded old farts myself.

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I exposed a lot of people to 'The Thirty-Six Chambers of Shaolin' and 'Punk Attitude'. I don't think either went off to great effect because, well, I didn't get laid. Kids these days! haha

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Realization: long term motivation is impossible when one does not expect the world to exist for much longer.

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I promise I'm not obsessed with Klaus Nomi, but I found the song I was looking for. And it blew my fucking mind. Watch the video. Don't worry, you won't actually see Nomi dancing around and posing. Its just a CG image of him.

Klaus Nomi - Za Bakdaz

Man I love this song... I want it to play while I enter any room. Can you imagine? Anyone who comes into a room while that song is playing is an instant glam rock badass.

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Other Fucking Strangeness (mostly oldschool as hell)

Skinhead/Rudeboy Wheat Cereal

Earth Versus the Flying Saucers (courtesy of the Residents)

The Mysterious Cities of Gold

Ron and Nancy Reagan on Drugs

Machine Song

Love that Bob! (Subgenius Madness)

Acid Eaters (Something Weird)

Something that horrified me as a child... Bambi versus Godzilla

Wizard of Speed and Time

Geez, ultra-geek meets ultra-punk... Lou Reed in a Ralph Bakshi Movie?!

Adventures in Wonderland (Oh, the early 90's... they didn't even know they were still the 80s)

Psychadelic Propaganda

Ravel's Boleo from 'Allegro Non Troppo' (1) and (2)

Devo's 'Jocko Homo'

Star Trek Bloopers

Never Coming Attractions

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I've been watching and listening to Klaus Nomi for the past three hours. I used to hate him, but I didn't really understand. I was sort of bored by him. I was missing something. Having just seen a documentary on the man, I found out that he was an operatic singer. I was judging him by the standards of punk rock because he came up in the late 70's in the New York scene. I want to have ten thousand of his space babies. Space opera! No really!

So in the docu there was a really neat, very Television-esque song that went unnamed. I couldn't find it on Youtube so I guess I just need to get all his (2) albums.

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I had a fun Halloween. I went as "Douchebag from 1992". I had a Big Johnson Surf Shop teeshirt, a Ross Perot in '92 button, and I carried around a cassette of Guns n Roses 'Use Your Illusion 1'. I had so much fun make old people laugh and making young people confused and achy.