Saturday, December 8, 2012

A Welcome Interlude, Part One

          Okay, here in Dallas, we have a station called the Edge. On Saturday nights they have what is, appropriately, called the Saturday Night Edge Club. I have just heard two songs that I've never heard before and that, collectively, kicked my ass. Not easy to do, mind you.

          The first was called, "The Pot" by Tool. Here are the lyrics:

Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.

Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.

You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.

Foot in mouth, and head up asshole.
Whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out, boy!

You must have been, so high.
You must have been, so high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference.
King Guru done hung the juror with the innocent.

Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
Got lemon juice up in your...EYE!

When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been HIGH, HIGH
You must have been HIGH, HIGH

Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Fuckin' hypocrite.

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me.
What's the difference?

Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

NOW!!
You'll weep or, change the chosen into gold.
Got lemon juice up in your high eye.
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You musta been!

So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your mighty fingers at me?
You must, have been, out your, mind!

Reefer chased off indigo
Trapped without a reason
Reefer chased off indigo

Liar, lawyer,
Mirror for ya,
What's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government

NOW!!
Will you weep or, change the chosen into gold
Got lemon juice up in your, EYE!!
EYE!!

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You musta been HIGH, HIGH, HIGH, HIGH.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your're balls deep in muddy waters.
Ganja Police, you must, have been, out your MIND!!!!

          The lyrics, plus the driving guitars and wicked awesome drumming leapt up, grabbed me by the throat and dragged me around the room screaming like a loon. Too much.

           Then, they played "Take A Walk" by Passion Pit:

All these kinds of placesMake it seem like it's been agesAnd tomorrow's sun and buildings scrape the sky.I love this country dearlyI can feel the latter clearlyBut I never thought I'd be alone to try.Once I was outside Penn stationSelling red and white carnationsWe were still alone, my wife and I.Before we married, saved my moneyBrought my dear wife over.Now I work to bring my family stateside.Got off the boat, they stayed a whilethen scattered 'cross the coast.Once a year I'll see them for a week or so at most.I took a walk(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohhI took a walk(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohhPractice isn't perfectbut the market cuts a loss.I remind myself that times could be much worse.My wife won't ask me questions-there's not so much to ask.And she'll never flaunt around an empty purse.Once my mother-in-law cameJust to stay a couple nightsAnd decided she would stay the rest of her life.I watch my little childrenPlay some boardgame in the kitchen
And I sit and pray they never feel my strife.But then my partner called to say the pension funds were goneHe made some bad investments, now the accounts are overdrawnI took a walk.(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohhI took a walk(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh"Honey, it's your sun"I think I borrowed just too much.We had taxes, we had bills, we had a lifestyle to front.And tonight I swear I'll come home and we'll make love like we're young.Tomorrow , you'll cook dinner for the neighbors and their kids.We can rip apart the socialists and all their damn taxes.You see I am no criminal, I'm down on both bad knees.I'm just too much a coward to admit when I'm in need.I took a walk.(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)(take a walk, take a walk, take a walk)Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh
             Okay, that was it. By now, I'm gibbering gibberish like a gibbon in Gabon. 
             Then they finished off the set with, "Been Away Too Long", by Soundgarden:You can't go home, no I swear you never canYou can walk a million miles and get nowhere
I got no where to go and it seems I came back
Just filling in the lines for the holes, and the cracks

Hey, no one knows me
No one saves me
No one loves or hates me
I've been away for too long
This place has a sṗecial kind of falling apart
Like they put the whole thing together in the dark
No one knows where the edge of the knife is
And no one knows where intelligent life is
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/soundgarden/been_away_too_long.html ]
Hey, no one knows me
No one saves me
No one loves or hates me
Going straight
I only ever really wanted a break
I've been away for too long
No I never really wanted to stay
I've been away for too long
I've been away for too long
I've been away for too long
Keyholes, trough key holes
Where those
I am still hiding
Everyone inside
Tank girls and fly guns and silver boots on my way home

Going straight
I only ever really wanted a break
I've been away for too long
No I never really wanted to stay
Going straight
I only ever really wanted a break
I've been away for too long
No I never really wanted to stay
I've been away for too long

           Okay. Mind = Blown.

            Good night, all. I hope you're having as good a Saturday night as I am.

            Peace.    

            (What the...? Now they are playing my favorite Stone Temple Pilots' song, "Sour Girl". Truly, I am blessed.

17 comments:

  1. And the Tool lyrics are fucked up. Oh well, C'est la vie, yes?

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    2. Good call posting Tool lyrics verbatim like that.

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  3. No, only the IP address you used when you made your account.Strike that, when the ban was levied on you. (IP addresses change over time, natural cycling through the available bands as traffic shifts). The Dairy Queen would have a different IP address, but your account would have been banned with a particular algorithm that would stay with your login information. So, no. They wouldn't be banned, but you still would be. BUT. Google "Tor Browser Bundle". It's free, it's a private network of volunteers and it's what Anonymous uses to crash parties, lol. It's Firefox browser with a custom search engine, easy to use and totally stealthy. You'll be a ghost on the net, any forum or website you were ever banned from will part like the Red Sea with this beauty.

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  4. Hey Ono, thanks for the Tor browser info. I'm gonna go check it out. I'm still banned & I'm never going to kiss Wong's ass to get my account back so I guess I'll just stay banned. Since I can't comment, up & down vote or make & receive any messages, I'll just be invisible.

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    1. With Tor, (as long as you ONLY use Tor at Cracked. The first time you login to your new account using your regular browser it's all over), you can create a new account using a new and different email address. Business as usual.

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  5. The John Cheese Incident A.K.A. "Mark David Chapman: The Blog"

    Seriously this is getting crazier every new post.

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    1. Hey, Cracked stooge, make sure you blather aimlessly on every post here, okay?

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    2. Good advice. And again - I'm not sure what you have against stooges. Considering your age, you must have met them.

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  6. "Mind = Blown" - Totally original quote from OnoSendai.

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    1. Coming from the great John Cheese, that is a compliment.

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    2. Man you wish it was John Cheese, don't you? You really, really hope that John Cheese is here interacting with you.

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    3. Not really. He was here before and it was really sad to see how twisted and bitter he is.

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    4. Man, you really wish John Cheese was actually here before, don't you?

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    5. You really are clueless, aren't you?

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