Sunday 18 September 2016
Saturday 17 September 2016
Friday 16 September 2016
Material - Live in Italy (July 1983)
Bill Laswell - bass
Michael Beinhorn - synth, drum machine
Grandmixer DST - turntable, voice, synth
Sonny Sharrock - guitar
Henry Kaiser - guitar
JT Lewis - drums
Thanks Stylo
Thursday 15 September 2016
Wednesday 14 September 2016
Great Australian Albums: The Saints - (I'm) Stranded -
(I'm) Stranded turns 40: remembering the Saints and the sound that changed Brisbane
As Ed Kuepper pointed out on facebook: In the interests of strict historical accuracy the single was actually released late July 76 with the first reviews coming in Sept...also the Saints referred playing in Melbourne at the bottom of the article aren't really the same as the one featured in the article...and no I'm not involved in the latter outfitMonday 12 September 2016
Sunday 11 September 2016
Untitled (Burj Al Arab) by Nick Cave
Here I am the Moonlight Man with a six-barrel shooter
*But I’m not that kinda guy, I have a dream
Sometimes I get the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab
And shoot my guns across Dubai
Bang, bang, bang, I’m that kinda guy
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die
Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator
Don’t worry darling I’ll be coming around to see you later
Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly
I’m a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream
I am god
I am god thinking about god thinking about Steve McQueen
It’s for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining
On Saturday night I walk on someone else’s stomach lining
Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab
No I’m a housefly called God and I don’t give a fuck
Here I come up the elevator
Sixty floors hoping I don’t get stuck
And everyone out here does mean
And everyone out here does pain
But someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
I’m the atomizer
I’m the vaporizer
I turn everything to crud
I like it here in your flesh and blood
I’m the elevator man don’t you see?
You’re a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing
Call me a cab, I’ll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns across your stomach
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
Watch out you fuckers
I’ve got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead
I’m Burj al-McQueen and I’m coming to make every last one of you bleed
God is great, chances are
God is good, well I wouldn’t go that far
I’m Steve McQueen the atrocity man
With my strap-on blood porn dream
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry
I tell my housefly not to cry
My housefly tells me not to die
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
Via
*But I’m not that kinda guy, I have a dream
Sometimes I get the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab
And shoot my guns across Dubai
Bang, bang, bang, I’m that kinda guy
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die
Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator
Don’t worry darling I’ll be coming around to see you later
Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly
I’m a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream
I am god
I am god thinking about god thinking about Steve McQueen
It’s for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining
On Saturday night I walk on someone else’s stomach lining
Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab
No I’m a housefly called God and I don’t give a fuck
Here I come up the elevator
Sixty floors hoping I don’t get stuck
And everyone out here does mean
And everyone out here does pain
But someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
I’m the atomizer
I’m the vaporizer
I turn everything to crud
I like it here in your flesh and blood
I’m the elevator man don’t you see?
You’re a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing
Call me a cab, I’ll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns across your stomach
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta sing the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
Watch out you fuckers
I’ve got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead
I’m Burj al-McQueen and I’m coming to make every last one of you bleed
God is great, chances are
God is good, well I wouldn’t go that far
I’m Steve McQueen the atrocity man
With my strap-on blood porn dream
But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry
I tell my housefly not to cry
My housefly tells me not to die
Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
And someone’s gotta sing the rain
And someone’s gotta the blood
And someone’s gotta sing the pain
Via
Saturday 10 September 2016
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