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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 7:49:32 GMT -5
...anddontexpectittomakeanysense.ishouldreallystartusingspacesnowthough!
Ænema
Some say the end is near, Some say we'll see armageddon soon, I certainly hope we will, I sure could use a vacation from this... Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of, Freaks... Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA, The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay... Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car... It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks... Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will cuz I sure could use a vacation from this Silly shit, stupid shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fix it all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learn to swim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Mom please flush it all away. I wanna watch it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bring it down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. suck it down. flush it down.
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 7:55:46 GMT -5
Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen Since lost their giant pride. And the banshee cry links every vale Around the Shannon side That city of the ancient walls The broken treaty stone, undying fame Surrounds your name - Sean South of Garryowen (sung) 'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve As the shades of night came down A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town There were men from Dublin and from Cork Fermanagh and Tyrone But the leader was a Limerick man - Sean South from Garryowen
And as they moved along the street Up to the barracks door They scorned the danger they might meet Their fate that lay in store They were fighting for old Ireland's cause To claim their very own And the foremost of that gallant band Was South of Garryowen
But the sergeant spoiled their daring plan He spied them through the door The Sten guns and the rifles A hail of death did pour And when that awful night was passed Two men lay cold as stone There was one from near the border And one from Garryowen
No more he will hear the seagull's cry O'er the murmuring Shannon tide For he fell beneath a northern sky Brave Hanlon by his side They have gone to join that gallant band Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone Another martyr for old Ireland Sean South from Garryowen
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 7:58:34 GMT -5
P.L.U.C.K. Elimination
Why, Die Walk Down
A whole race Genocide, Taken away all of our pride, A whole race Genocide, Taken away, Watch Them all fall down.
Revolution, the only solution, The armed response of an entire nation, Revolution, the only solution, We've taken all your shit, now it's time for restitution.
Recognition, Restoration, Reparation, Recognition, Restoration, Reparation, Watch them all fall down.
Revolution, the only solution, The armed response of an entire nation, Revolution, the only solution, We've taken all your shit, now it's time for restitution.
The plan was mastered and called Genocide, (Never want to see you around) Took all the children and then we died, (Never want to see you around) The few that remained were never found, (Never want to see you around) All in a system of Down...... Down.....Down.......Down........Walk Down...........
Watch them all fall down, Revolution, the only solution, The armed response of an entire nation, Revolution, the only solution, We've taken all your shit, now it's time for restitution.
The plan was mastered and called Genocide (Never want to see you around) Took all the children and then we died, (Never want to see you around) The few that remained were never found, (Never want to see you around) All in a system, Down...
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 8:00:32 GMT -5
Trash
How did it start? Well I don't know. I just feel the craving.
I see the flesh, And it smells fresh, And it's just there for the taking.
These little girls, They make me feel, So God damned accelerated. I feel them up, I can't give it up, But they know I'm just reason
I tell my lies, And despise every second I'm with you. So I run away and you still stay, So what the FUCK is with you?
Your feelings I can't help but rape them. I'm sorry I don't feel the same. My heart inside is constantly hating. I'm sorry I just throw you away.
I don't know why I'm so fuckin' cold, I don't know why it hurts me. All I wanna do is get with you and make the pain go away.
Why do I have a conceience? All it does it fuck with me. Why do I have this torment? All I wanna do is fuck it away.
I tell my lies, And despise every second I'm with you. So I run away and you still stay, So what the FUCK is with you?
Your feelings I can't help but rape them. I'm sorry I don't feel the same. My heart inside is constantly hating. I'm sorry I just throw you away. (x2) I just throw you away. (x4)
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 18, 2003 8:00:47 GMT -5
Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen Holy fuck, I /live/ in the Garryowen Church!
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 8:25:38 GMT -5
A terrorist who hijacks an airplane or plants a bomb in a crowded shopping centre apparently doesn't care who gets hurt as long as he (sic) achieves his aim. That innocent people are turned into bloody corpses or maimed for life is not his concern. The cultural terrorist is no different. The cultural terrorist, an assassin of the future, an executioner of morality. Cultural terrorism, an attitude, a state of mind - not a set of values to be dogmatically followed. Cultural terrorism is a celebration of the power of the individual.
Our aim is to pollute the minds of the public, to sow the seeds of insanity into society. Our victims are of all ages - everybody from the cradle to the grave. Man cannot bear too much reality and as a result of this the cultural terrorist is in the business of providing a reality attack. An over exposure of reality - the dirt behind the day dream. No subject is taboo, all must be exposed. No one is sacred. Everybody as well as everything should feel the wrath of the cultural terrorist. The object of cultural terrorism is to exploit situations and people in order to cause a reaction, preferably negative. Our aim is to make money in order to finance our war which we wage upon society, The money is required so that we can purchase the technology which will tear into the heart of all that is considered normal. We are the cancerous cell that would painfully destroy all that is in contact with it. We are working to erase the conforming instinct. To prevent humanity from ever acting with a common will.
The cultural terrorist's weapons are anything that enables him to inflict his views upon others or make him money. Be it film, video, audio cassettes, music, photocopiers, printed words, pictures - any media whatsoever is acceptable as long as it achieves the objective. We are little concerned how violent, how perverted, how degenerate, how much our material appeals to the very lowest of emotions, or how much the material twists and pollutes fresh young minds and further warps those already in trouble. If it makes money it will eventually achieve our aim and we will use it. We believe nothing is impossible, there is no god, there is no morality so we manipulate our environment to its fullest extent. Plagiarism is not only acceptable it is welcomed with open arms. We believe that you should not be afraid to steal from anyone. Our way is that of the liar and deceptor. We also know that the bigger the lie the better the chance of people believing it. Under cover communication is enemy crime not politics.
Elaborate safeguards may be placed at airports to separate would-be terrorists from their weapons. But we the cultural terrorists are free to distribute our soul destroying weapons to whom and where we choose. The cultural terrorist is both benevolent and evil. Pull the wool over your own eyes in a call to arms. We feel very strongly that an active role of participation should be taken in this struggle by people already interested in this form of warfare. The cultural terrorist is involved in an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhuman world. Cultural terrorism is alien to this society and our technology will tear into it to open up wounds that may never again heal. Tomorrow belongs to us.Confusion as a weapon / Confusion the key word.
Healthy confusion, some call it "evil". Confusion that sparks the need to question. Confusion calling fear, the adrenalin to flow, the blood rush and the life force to sit up and take notice. Confusion making us question everything in search of some (un)sense. Everything to be probed into. Indulging into whatever subjects we feel like. Making our lives that much more interesting for ourselves. No subject should be taboo. Spewing it out in our writings, in our "artwork", in our aural pieces. Digesting and regurgitating, sometimes in almost original form and other times in unrecognisable confusion. Leading to questions from others, not sure of where we stand, their need to know, pretending not to care, yet seeking the safety of answers that fit their way, the safe way of thinking. We stand everywhere and nowhere. We wade in cool rivers / we tread in dogshit. Creating only for ourselves. Taking anything from our surroundings we desire or find necessary ... Alternative media ... Mindfuck to oblivion ... A disjointed, chaotic view of this fucked up, ever decaying globe. Gladly we take our part in the information / disinformation war in a fearless way. Ours is a wide open mouth sucking deadlife media cock. Ours is a wide open arsehole shitting out deadlife media junk food. This here is the stink and defiance of a blanket protest. A big fuckoff to "peer group pressure". No attempt is made to conform, to speak your / their words. Always the fight against those who would control our minds and our bodies. In this our weapons are our very lives.
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 8:26:51 GMT -5
Holy fuck, I /live/ in the Garryowen Church! I always assumed that you were American... or are you?
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 18, 2003 8:33:38 GMT -5
I always assumed that you were American... or are you? I am. There's a Garryowen church outside of XXXXXXX, XX. And that's where I'm at. Actually, right now I'm not in the church, because the computer's in one of the other buildings. But I literally do LIVE in the church.
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 18, 2003 8:38:46 GMT -5
Oh, I see... well I'm pretty sure that the Sean South in question is from the Garryowen in Ireland.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 18, 2003 8:41:38 GMT -5
Probably .
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Post by ZBoxDemon on Aug 18, 2003 17:40:53 GMT -5
It must suck to live in a church when you're an athiest .
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Post by Stone on Aug 18, 2003 19:47:26 GMT -5
I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat, And those loving English feet they tramped all over us, And each and every night when me father came home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:
Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders, Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two, Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun, And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.
Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders, Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell, When you thought him well and truly persecuted, Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear When our heroes of '16 were executed?
Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders, Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.
Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last, When each yeoman will be cut aside before us, And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "Godspeed," With a verse or two of Stephen Behan's chorus:
Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders, Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra. ;D
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Post by Stone on Aug 18, 2003 19:49:16 GMT -5
In 19 hundred and 16, the forces of the crown, Did take the orange, white, and green, bombarded Dublin town, But in '21, Britannia's sons were forced to earn their pay, And the Black and Tans like lightning ran from The rifles of the IRA.
They burned their way through Munster and laid Leinster on the rack, In Connaught and in Ulster marched the men of brown and black, They shot down wives and children in their own heroic way, And the Black and Tans like lightning ran from The rifles of the IRA.
They hanged young Kevin Barry high, a lad of eighteen years, Cork City's flames lit up the sky but our brave boys knew no fear. The Cork brigade with hand grenades in ambush waiting lay, And the Black and Tans like lightning ran from The rifles of the IRA.
The Tans were caught, taken out and shot by the brave and valiant few, Sean Treacy, Denny Lacey, and Tom Barry's gallant crew, Though we're not free yet, we won't forget until our dying day, How the Black and Tans like lightning ran from The rifles of the IRA.
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Post by Kakkaraun on Aug 19, 2003 6:10:05 GMT -5
It must suck to live in a church when you're an athiest . Actually, it kicks a goodly amount of the ass.
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Post by D°©tª·D [DD] on Aug 19, 2003 7:41:14 GMT -5
Armoured cars and tanks and guns Came to take away our sons Every man must stand behind The men behind the wire
Through the little streets of Belfast In the dark of early morn British soldiers came marauding Wrecking little homes with scorn Heedless of the crying children Dragging fathers from their beds Beating sons while helpless mothers Watched the blood flow from their heads
Not for them a judge or jury Nor indeed a crime at all Being Irish means they're guilty So we're guilty one and all All around the truth will echo Cromwell's men are here again England's name again is sullied In the eyes of honest men
Proudly march behind their banner Firmly stand behind their men We will have them free to help us Build the nation once again Onward people, step together Proudly, firmly on your way Never fail or never falter Till the boys come home to stay
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