Friday, 23 October 2015

The Drones - Taman Shud

TAMAN SHUD

Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch?
Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
For the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes?
Why don’t anybody feel like crying
For the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes?
Thud thud my heart pumping blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
The earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn

I don’t give a fuck about no Anzacery
I don’t care you got it interest free
I ain’t gonna fret about Lest We Forget
Fuck the Murdoch press
I don’t get hung up on any carbon tax
Or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath
I ain’t really there with any class warfare
The only thing i care about’s the

Thud thud my heart pumping blood
When ever someone talks about my taman shud
He’s gone and no one even cares at all
The earth won’t answer and the sea don’t mourn
For all of the probing into whether he exists
The question’s still as open like a radar dish
Late 1948
Is sending a transmission but its inchoate

Don’t hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job
I think you’re gonna suit being a welfare slob
I don’t give a toss about no southern cross
Or the gulag union jack
I don’t give a fuck if you can’t stop the boats
I ain’t at a loss if Simpson’s donkey votes
I don’t care about no Andrew Bolt

Or even Harold Holt

It’s clear as mud
My taman shud
Everybody mouths off
While they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud
Why did anybody feel the need to lie
‘less that’s Warsaw on the seashore
On the day he died?
Don’t nobody wonder where he’s been?
No tags no wallet
And his brains dry-cleaned

I don’t give a fuck about fuck off we’re full
I ain’t gonna send my kids to private school
I ain’t gonna grieve about no BHP
No silver spoons or mining booms
I don’t give a fuck about your brick and tile
I don’t really care if you’re a paedophile
I don’t care about no Master Chef
It’s as appetising as a whistle blower’s doom
Or any French cartoon
Nothing like a prune to make the death cults bloom
Why you think the whole world’s gotta be like you?
Fuck western supremacy
I ain’t sitting around being Gallipolized
One man’s BBQ’s another’s hunger strike
Why’d i give a rat’s about your tribal tatts?
You came here in a boat you fucking cunt

My Taman Shud
Everybody mouths off
While they’re chewin’ cud
Thud thud my heart pumps blood
When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud

Gareth Liddiard of the Drones: 'It’s time leftwingers grew some balls'

Thursday, 22 October 2015

Zen Paradox - Drift Sequence

The Birth of Melbourne's Rave Scene

Cary Joji Fukunaga on the Perils of Making 'Beasts of No Nation'

The The - Infected (Videos)

(1987) Directed by Mark Romanek Peter Christopherson Alastair McIlwain and Tim Pope

The Story of Technoviking

Heroes of Animation: Cyriak

The Golden-Eagle Hunters of Mongolia

The golden eagles that live in the high Altai mountains, in far-western Mongolia, build their nests in the crags of the area’s rugged peaks - there aren’t many trees. Hunters belonging to traditional nomadic clans from the country’s Khazakh minority climb up to these crevices to capture the birds at around four years old, which is old enough to know how to hunt but young enough to be pliable to human company and training. The eagles are domesticated, fed by hand, and will live with the hunters’ families for years. When the Australian-born photographer Palani Mohan began travelling to the Altais to document the traditions of these eagle-hunters, known as burkitshi, many of the men he met talked about loving the eagles like their own children. In an introduction to a new collection of his photos, Mohan writes, “It is the bond between hunter and eagle that fascinated me...”

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A Google tour through The Underground

Bob Dylan - Subterranean Homesick Blues (Alternate composite version with previously unseen video)

From The Cutting Edge 1965–1966: The Bootleg Series Vol. 12

Hallucinogenic nights

'My muse is not a horse' Kylie Minogue reads Nick Cave letter to MTV

The letter is read by Kylie Minogue for LETTERS LIVE: http://letterslive.com/
Letter taken from Letters Of Note, compiled by Shaun Usher (Canongate):
When released in 1996, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ ninth album, the beautifully haunting, sometimes terrifying Murder Ballads, attracted critical praise from far and wide and went on to reach a larger audience than any of their previous records. This heightened popularity also resulted in Nick Cave being nominated for an MTV Award in the category of Best Male Artist - a situation that left Cave feeling distinctly uncomfortable and which, in October of that year, provoked this wonderful rejection letter from the musician to the event’s bemused organisers

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Kenneth Anger: Lucifer Rising (1972)

'Lucifer Rising' is a short film by director Kenneth Anger. The film was completed in 1972 but was only widely distributed in 1980. Anger began filming around 1966, hiring a young musician named Bobby Beausoleil to act and compose the soundtrack. The film was abandoned in 1967 because Anger claimed the film footage had been stolen by Beausoleil. (Beausoleil and others said that Anger had simply spent all the money for the film). Anger then used some of the existing footage in another short film, Invocation of My Demon Brother. Beausoleil was convicted of killing Gary Hinman under the orders of Charles Manson in 1970. Anger began filming again several years later, with British singer Marianne Faithfull appearing in the film. Jimmy Page was brought in to record the soundtrack, but after he had a falling out with Anger, he was replaced by Beausoleil, who wrote and recorded the music in prison.
* Kenneth Anger - The Magus
* Bobby Beausoleil - Himself
* Donald Cammell - Osiris
* Marianne Faithfull - Lilith
* Myriam Gibril - Isis
* Chris Jagger - Man in Yellow Tunic
* Jimmy Page - Man Holding Stella of Revelation
Thanks to M.G.