thank you ladies and gents,
for today, we end our posts, but tomorrow is another day, and theres alot of blood to bleed.
kids, until that time, take care, be yourself, tell her or him how you feel, be true to yourself, and have conviction in all you do.
you think shes great and she caught you off guard, you hate bein naked, but you’re just so astonished at how she makes you feel, that it makes everything alright.
you hope shes ’round for ages.
kids, just to try and distract ourselves from corners, here are some words from your idol:
When you know what you want The wind's at your back, yeh, and time's your friend It'll push you out like the tide, drag you in And kiss you at the end When you know what you want You keep your head up, yeh, you look at the sun You stop hiding beneath fringes, yeh The heat it just lingers on and on Just keep that voice on your shoulder That steers you out of the corners That night won't swallow you up When you know, when you know what you want When your mind's made up You wake up with a jump, yeh, your shoulders can drop You outrun the demons and the cramps You just leave ‘em chokin’ in your dust And when you fall down exhausted You sleep, you don't force the day to cave in Sleep's there to hug you, caress and to drug you On it you can depend So keep that voice on your shoulder That steers you out of the corners That night won't swallow you up When you know, when you know what you want Yeh keep that voice on your shoulder That steers you out of the corners That night won't swallow you up When you know, when you know what you want When you know what you want The wind's at your back, yeh, and time's your friend It'll push you out like the tide, drag you in And kiss you at the end When you know what you want
ladies and gentleman, thanks once again for coming to see us, we’re back… it’s been a few but we’re back.
this next song folks is about that feeling you get when you find know what you want, and there’s that feeling in yer guts that says “hey, hey Bob, whatever we did right is starting pay off!” and you listen to your talking guts and you think “Fuck yeah! How awesome is stuff” and then you go to that soiree and there’s that girl in the corner, you meet her and she ruins you, she might as well be a mythical enchantress for all the willpower you can exert around her, she’s just got you in type of spell, one that you can’t break…
this lady, wow, she drives you mad, not fruit loop mad, but 16 year old girl seeing the Beatles mad, you want nothing more than to sit, stand, eat, sleep, walk, run, roll, cartwheel next to her, shes that ace, ladies and gentlemen! we’ve all been there, some of us are more lucky thank other and have been there more than once! anyway, your hanging around this girl, ladies and gentleman, and you just feel like a puppy or a baby kangaroo, all sensitive and exposed. Ladies and gentlemen, I tell you, its the greatest feeling in the world.
You just never want to lose that do you?
so ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our comeback concert… it’s been few years, we’ve all had to buy new trousers and start making plans for retirement.
kids, this song is a dedication, like the ones they have on those soft music radio stations, like 101.1 mix fm, you know 7:30 at night and the DJ has a silky smooth voice, and shy people call up and want to dedicate a song to the girl in their office who they have the hots for… well this is a personal dedication to someone special.
now, my friends this song is about when you spend what feels like an eternity out in the backyard with the hose on full bore, trying to fill that swimming pool, and your there, with the hose, in your best summer gear, resplendant in your terry towling hat, hawaiian shirt and budgie smugglers and maybe the thongs you got from the smirnoff promotions girl back in ’97. Anyway, your there looking like a right twat, the only reason you’re out there in that gear is that your Mum has told you to fill the pool, coz the kids from next door are coming over. you love the pool, matter of fact you love any body of water bigger than a basin full of it. You love to dive in ladies and gents, and get wet, and how the water lifts you up, pulls you down and drags you all about. So you’re standing there filling that pool, you realise that you’re not actually there to appease your Mum or any other person, you’re there becuase you want to be there, and you’re filling this pool, because you want to swim in it. So you’re there, for what feels like three years, and then you hear noises in the house “must be the kids from next door” you think.
They come out and there you are, looking like a right twat.
You might as well be naked.
maybe 2 years?
how have you been?
i’m at university today. sunday. listening to to nick barker tell me about his senile grandmother. i should write one about mine. i’m living with my parents at the moment, the other week my grandmother rang, and, it would seem that i sound alot like my father, my mother rang her for mothers day, and passed the phone to dad who didn’t speak to her but instead indicated that i should pretend i’m him, which i did… it was a bit funny… just a bit.
i remember about 20 years ago nick barker released a song called timebomb, and then about 10 years ago i was at a mate’s house and he had a nick barker cd which we listened to, then about 7 years ago a girlfriend and i went to see him at the rosstown hotel in carnegie, and then now… it’s strange how songs and artists pop up like that over and over again, it’s the same with You Am I, but that’s another tale.
i wanted to talk about how sometimes, stuff just fucking sucks… much like how it has for a great many years. i went out last night with a friend of mine (same friend who had the nick barker cd) and we went to a few bars. there are some gorgeous women in mordialloc, and i couldn’t muster up the guts or words to talk to any of them about anything decent. that’s a bit shit. that’s alot shit. i keep wanting to flick the switch and turn into this charismatic person, but there always seems to be something that gets in the way…
anyway. i have to go, this was fun! let’s do it again soon
here’s a link to the nick barker song i’ve listened to 7 times today:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWIfZcsARRo&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Ftechnorati%2Ecom%2Fvideos%2Fyoutube%2Ecom%252Fwatch%253Fv%253DZWIfZcsARRo&feature=player_embedded
LCD SOUNDSYSTEM – All My Friends
That’s how it starts
We go back to your house
You check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it’s crowded, all the better
Because we know we’re gonna be up late
But if you’re worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay
That’s how it starts
And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
one of the ways we show our age
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don’t wanna stagger home
Then it’s the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
You’re talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it’s better when we pretend
It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except the part
Where the moral kicks in
Though when we’re running out of the drugs
And the conversation’s grinding away
I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life
Oh, you drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you’re blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sail’s force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
on the road, there’s always this
And if I’m sued into submission
I can still come home to this
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you are drunk and the kids look impossibly tan
You think over and over “hey, I’m finally dead.”
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight
DIGITALISM – Pogo
Yeah, woohoo,
There’s something in the air
There’s something in the air
There’s something in the airNow where has it been
I mean the good old wild days
Became a bit too lame
Just take a look at my place
It’s just such a mess
But i’ll be outta this space as soon as you tell where the night is
You have to set up
Bring it on
Forward!
Yeah, woohoo
there’s something in the air
woohoo
There’s something in the
Yeah, woohoo
There’s something in the air
It’s been quite of a while since i could experience your brightness
Now you’ve got a brighter smile and i think i’m going to like it
Talking ’bout the better things, you know how to maximize
Everything around you will become supersized
You have to set up
Away from
what matters
And get it prepared
Forward!
Yeah, woohoo
There’s something in the air
Woohoo There’s something in the
Yeah, woohoo
There’s something in the air
Yeah, Woohoo
There’s something in the air
Woohoo
‘Cause i’ve been dreaming we could be the fire for this night
Can’t stop
You have to set up
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Bring it on)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Forward)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Set Up)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(You have to set up)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Bring it on)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Forward)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(Set Up)
We could get so wasted if you would have come
(You have to set up)
thanks,
good evening madams and sirs,
this song is about just not really feeling like doing much at all except coming home from THAT and laying on the couch, and just watching sale of the century or whatever the hell its called these days and just thinking about stuff, and then that frackkin a-hole of a man comes home and tries to hurry you up and get you to pack up your shit and move you out, because houses can’t not be lived in and you just think that you’re taking your time, trying to adjust to everything thats happening at the moment, especially after the revelations of the past couple of months, and you just wanna apologise to that guy at the comic shop for screwing him around, and you wanna hug the apple, and you want to meet that woman and see if theres anything still there, and you just don’t know, you just don’t know about anything anymore, you’re figuring stuff out and thats great, but with those solutions come more problems, and bigger ones…why did your heart race when you saw that person on face book? is it because you missed them? is it because you hadn’t seen them in awhile? is it because of who they are and what they used to mean? is it because you want to look like ben cousins and play footy like him? is it because you like coldplay and know you shouldn’t?!
is it because everything you’ve ever wanted in your life is nowhere near you, and you’re just getting sick of looking?
ladeez and genitalmen!
thank you sooo much for your attention really we do appreciate it… this next song is about that day you’re listening to the radio and you hear that song that sounds like an interpol song and so you think that when you get back home you need to download that interpol song..or at least find out whether it is actually interpol or just a band that sounds like interpol, but you forget all about it, and then on saturday morning just after you’ve awoken from your single bed slumber you catch the film clip and remember that you were going to find out whether this was an interpol song or just a band that sounds like interpol, and it was only just an interpol sounding band, and then you realise that you don’t actaully like that song too much, and so forget all about it, and get on with everything else that is in your life in that moment like trying to find a comfortable queen size bed but no one to share it with which in those U.S indie movies is so heartbreaking because at least in a single bed you don’t wake up at night and look over the other side of the bed and see nothing, and remember that you’re lonely, and that you’d give (almost) anything to have that girl over there, and that at times like this when you’re awake in the middle of the night, and shes over there asleep, that you can wiggle over towards her, put your arms around her, give her a kiss on the neck and fall back asleep, but in single beds its all waking up and looking at the wall… and pillows…then you realise that you should have said all that stuff to that girl back in the day and you should have made her aware of the fact that… well… thats not important but yeah and then you turn on the tv at 3am in the morning and watch some japanese porn or whatever the hell it is… you can never really tell what those girls are doing in those bright blue bikinis with police hats on, but you can never really decipher alot of things in your life at the moment…
you’d just wish the haze would fucking clear up and let you get on with it
thanks for coming ladies and gents,
it’s been quite awhile since our last show, you never know when you’re going to do your next one… much like you never know when you’re going to fall in love again… it’s a sneaky little critter that love isn’t it… its quite fascinating, like that time you were coming out of that thing and you were feeling pretty awesome and you were in that room down the end of the hall reading and reading and reading and reading and reading about what people get put in the slammer for and how that blindfolded women makes all those decisions whilst shes blindfolded and you think WOW how did she do that without even looking!? and then you finish that and get back to that place where they don’t like gays or pink shirts and its all very brown and you sit in your little box thinking about this and that and the other and to break up the box-iness of it all you send emails to people over oceans and roads and theres that one girl who you call sometimes (even though you think about her heaps) and she comes back sometimes with sometimes some very cryptic messages about fringes and rabbits then you just get in a plane and fuck off over to that place you used to live and really enjoyed and often wonder why you came back to the cave and then remember you ran out your visa so you just try and visit there as much as you can, well, you get there and stay in that massive ciity and then get on that superfast thing that may or may not have wheels (you never checked) and go to your temporary home away from home and put your bag in and then call the apple… and you dash down to the box on wheels station and head for where the apple is, you get off the box on wheels walk up the half squares and there she is….
breathless
you scoop up the apple and hold it like you thought you’d never see her again
that smell…… it’s so good it kills you…..
this next song ladies and gentlemen, is the one about that time you flew off to europe to go and play business man with those two old farts and you get in one of those economy seats and you’re in a middle seat, and the two seats flanking you are empty, and you say to yourself “i hope i don’t get a fat person or some crazy sitting next to me for the next 9 hours, because that would make it seem like a lot longer than 9 hours, it’d almost double it…” and then you get a real hot looking blonde and a musician sitting next to you and you just think to yourself “BONUS!” and anyway, you watch that borat movie, that was funny, but not as funny as you thought it would be… anyway you get off that flight at in the land of uptight and aggressive asians, and hang out there for 20 minutes and then get on another plane headed for this europe place, and you jump on the plane and you discover that you’ve actually been upgraded! and you do a little “woo” and then before you can totally get into being upgraded…. you fall asleep for 12 hours and wake up to the sound of the captain of your plane telling you that it’s shitting down snow and you’re connection to schnitfaced is cancelled… but you don’t really care… you actually quietly hope the airport gets closed down and you can go and play in London with her for a day… but it dosen’t and you’re stuck in the airport lounge for… like 5 hours…. and the polish of these lounges really wares off, and the coffee isn’t so good, and you think to yourself.. Paul McCartney wouldn’t put up with this… so why should I?!?!? it’s all Imelda Marcos’ and her shoes fault, you tell yourself…. and Kanye…. it’s always Kanye’s fault…. so what…SO WHAT he spent a million dollars on a film clip… SO WHAT!! it had Pamela Anderson in it… she jinxes everything… look what she did to Baywatch.. … it got cancelled!
Carmen Electra was waaaay better… it’s also Avalon Beach, and Sally from HOme and Away… she looks like a goody two shoes… but we all know the truth… she’s actually a sex maniac… how come that DVD hasn’t been released?!? IT’S A CONSPIRACY!! it’s her fault because of the snow too….and then you think…”hmm time for another shitty latte”
