I am a world's forgotten boy
I am the one
Who searches and destroys
Know what else I am?
A street-walkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm.
Best. Rock. Lyric. Ever. Iggy Pop.
Seriously, if any of you readers out there (both of you) can come up with a better song-opening lyric that better embodies the rock and roll spirit, submit it in the comments or the email, and I will send you a special present.
And maybe, if you have slippery morals and minimal body hair, we can make sexytime.
Niiiiiice.
I watched The Departed again the other night, as part of my movie-frenzied, snowmelt depression. It is such a damn good movie. I also realized that Nas' "Hip Hop Is Dead," which I recommended a few posts back, is part of the soundtrack. That song and the Dropkick Murphys, "Shipping Up To Boston," are the two best songs I have heard in the last four months.
Along with Modest Mouse's "3rd Planet." Modest Mouse is playing in Bozeman on Saturday. Yay, dude. General Admission. Dude will be there.
(I am a fairly verbose individual, with a firm grasp of the English language if slightly sweatier, slippery grasp on grammar and punctuation- witness haphazard usage of italics, quotes, ((parenthesis)), this parenthetical separated by dashes, etc.- yet I cannot break the habit of short sentences and short paragraphs.
The thing is, I have read a lot of books. My favorite author is Bukowski.
He wrote short sentences.
He never rarely used adverbs.
Because adverbs are for pussies.
There is something to be said for getting straight to the point. I'm not sure what, but I am sure it is something. You know, to be said.
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this this thing that I consider my only art
Of fucking people over.
- Modest Mouse, Third Planet, worth 99 cents.
It has been a fairly intense week for me. A lot has happened. Things I don't care to share.
When all is said and done, I'd like to look back and say I did the most with what I had. That I had the most fun I could. Squeezed the last drop.
See you around.
P.S. Seriously, submit a lyric, win a prize.
P.P.S.
A street-walkin' cheetah with a heart full of napalm.
Best. Rock. Lyric. Ever. Iggy Pop.
Seriously, if any of you readers out there (both of you) can come up with a better song-opening lyric that better embodies the rock and roll spirit, submit it in the comments or the email, and I will send you a special present.
And maybe, if you have slippery morals and minimal body hair, we can make sexytime.
Niiiiiice.
I watched The Departed again the other night, as part of my movie-frenzied, snowmelt depression. It is such a damn good movie. I also realized that Nas' "Hip Hop Is Dead," which I recommended a few posts back, is part of the soundtrack. That song and the Dropkick Murphys, "Shipping Up To Boston," are the two best songs I have heard in the last four months.
Along with Modest Mouse's "3rd Planet." Modest Mouse is playing in Bozeman on Saturday. Yay, dude. General Admission. Dude will be there.
(I am a fairly verbose individual, with a firm grasp of the English language if slightly sweatier, slippery grasp on grammar and punctuation- witness haphazard usage of italics, quotes, ((parenthesis)), this parenthetical separated by dashes, etc.- yet I cannot break the habit of short sentences and short paragraphs.
The thing is, I have read a lot of books. My favorite author is Bukowski.
He wrote short sentences.
He never rarely used adverbs.
Because adverbs are for pussies.
There is something to be said for getting straight to the point. I'm not sure what, but I am sure it is something. You know, to be said.
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart
I've got this this thing that I consider my only art
Of fucking people over.
- Modest Mouse, Third Planet, worth 99 cents.
It has been a fairly intense week for me. A lot has happened. Things I don't care to share.
When all is said and done, I'd like to look back and say I did the most with what I had. That I had the most fun I could. Squeezed the last drop.
See you around.
P.S. Seriously, submit a lyric, win a prize.
P.P.S.
Labels: bukowski, caring, lines, or not, sharing, stop signs
posted by Joe at
10:53 PM
11 Comments:
Well, dammit, Dude. I so want to play, but I keep reaching in my pockets and pulling out the empty linings. However, should you put out a call for the opposite--the most unlikely opening lines to a rock song--I'd have lots of ideas, to wit:
There is unrest in the forest
There is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas...
Rush, The Trees
Otherwise, I gots nothin'.
You had me at weiner-mobile.
"My bologna has a first name..."
Not what you're looking for, but that's all I've got today.
Ming, saw the film "Casino Royale" just to say that I've seen EACH and EVERY "007" flick.
Pleasantly surprised.
You get to see both a '64 and '2006 Austin Martin coupes; the latter totally demolished!
Mercifully, we are spared the gratuitious "What new invention does that old fart have at Her Majesty's Secret Service headquarters".
This is covered by the doo-hickey's in the glove compartment of the newer Austin Martin(tm).
Beautifully filmed; very pleasing to the visual senses with locations in Montenegro, Venice, Paradise Island.
They tease you with some righteous cleavage from the lead actress who has enormous cans.
But the personal highlight for me was how they keep those old buildings along the canals in Venice afloat; they use these tanks filled with helium or air and they're secured to the buildings foundations.
Anyway when all Hell broke loose, James Bond had to fire shots into the tanks and this served to compromise the integrity of the building's foundation.
Needless to say, the building collapsed.
"M", the attractive older woman boss of James, gives me a woody.
She has to be at least 65 and yet...more K-Y(tm) please!
Saw The Departed last weekend. Loved it. Also a fan of the short sentences. Have no rock lyrics. Send me an autographed photo anyway.
"Here I stand, victorious
The only man who made you come!"
Ghosts - Robbie Williams
Dude, everyone, including you, knows the greates opening line of a rock song in history is:
"Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto"
Now make with the special present.
Holy Shit! Aerotica and SR in the same thread? clean up on aisle common sense! Go Boston College!
Spun out down the darkest road
with breathing comes a heavy load
tonight my lover's gone to town
"not comin' back" is what she wrote down.
One last drink and then I'm done
my tongue and throat are nearly numb
I drift asleep with dreams gone black
now I know there ain't no going back.
Alright - now give me my damn prize!
(pale face said to the eyeball kid)
machine just goes Clank!
and boom and steam
Her halo wings,horns and a tail
Shovelin' coal
inside my dreams- there are no laws
she made of cream
she's such a scream
Tom Waites from Bone Machine
im out of those little toothpastes from the dollar store
ktop
"you gotta kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight."
- Bruce Cockburn
i liked Dan's better then mine
give him my tooth paste
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