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The Police, Again

Or is it gonna be "Sting & the Police"? Hmm....

Previously rumored and now publicly confirmed, The Police are going to get together to open for the Grammy Awards. They're also planning on doing a world tour. How many shows do you think they'll get thru before they break up again? And do you think any trips to the emergency room will precipitate the break up or do you think they'll manage to refrain from beating the crap out of each other in frustration?


By min | January 30, 2007, 12:51 PM | Music | Comments (1)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds*

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same.

And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school.

And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.


*currently used on the Showtime series Weeds, which may or may not actually be kinda good. the jury's still out on that one. i just want points for the actors i recognized.


By min | January 25, 2007, 9:17 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Ronnie James Dio Lyric of the Week

It's like broken glass
You get cut before you see it


By fnord12 | January 19, 2007, 9:21 AM | Music | Comments (4)| Link



Are you ready to rock???!???

I just want everyone to know that my ipod is currently the hard rock capital of the world. You want Motley Crue? Def Leppard? Judas Priest? Dio? Ratt? Hell, do you want Accept and Manowar? I am rocking all of that.

And i'm a better person for it. Now get your balls to the wall and be my lover tonight. Ummm, or something.


By fnord12 | January 18, 2007, 1:58 PM | Music | Comments (7)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

So What by Ministry

"You have had all that money can give you, but that wasn't
enough. You became a thrill-seeker. Kill for the thrill.
(assassin) This thrill-seeking became the one great thing in
your life, planning one thrill on another until the murder. Kill
for the love of killing. (guilty) Kill for the thrill. The
thrill-seeker comes from all walks of life. He comes from the
home, a home where the parents are too busy to treat their children
with respect."

Die! Die! Die! Die!
Scum-suckers! Debility divulged!
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctify
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!

Die! Die! Die! Die!
You said it!
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I'm alive
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die! Die! Die! Die!

"Kill for the thrill. (assassin) Some people think newspapers
exaggerate juvenile crime. All that is defined mostly to the
large cities, juvenile delinquency is underlined. Thus parents
think something is going wrong with the environment. Adults
create the world, children live it. Juvenile delinquency is
always rooted in adult delinquency. And in this process, parents
play the key role when children grow up among adults who refuse
to recognize anything that is fine and good, or worthy of
respect."

Die! Die! Die! Die!
So what, it's your own problem to learn to live with
Destroy us, or make us slaves
We don't care, it's not our fault that we were born too late
A screaming headache on the promised age
Killing time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest, we say, we say
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die!

Die!
Now that I know what it's like,
I'll kill them all if I like
Only time will decide
No one listened to reason,
it's too late and I'm ready to fight
So what? Now I'm ready to fight!
I'm ready to fight! [x4]
Fight! [x4]
So What? [x6]


By fnord12 | January 18, 2007, 7:54 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

Age of Greed by Killing Joke

Ten percent of the land
Is the hand that pulls the strings
Be the privileged few (to have to own to hold)
Power over the people yes yes
Power over people
Be the privileged few to have to own to hold
Money property assets before lives
Green gestures of a dying planet
An endless debate only too late
An appetite for gluttony
The only way is up the only way is up
But when you are up you have to try and stay there
So you stamp and cheat on people
Champagne breakfasts (rewards for the killing)
And a fast waist bulging
Indulging, in what you call good living
But most of all there is too much fat on your heart - pig
A lifestyle of cholesterol
Cross collateralized cholesterol
Saving what's left from profit margin
For what?
I'll tell you what for
For some irrelevant conscience easing charity - Why?
Just to justify! Just to justify!
Look at this utopia
A society based on solid foundations
Educate our children - educate them well
To feather the nest and fuck the rest
(Yes yes feather the nest and fuck the rest)
The waste expands
(As your waist expands)
While others stand at the back of the queue
I mean you
Still the same old security
For your creature comforts
Exchanging the hours of your life
For the cash you've already spent
Eating rubbish so you can pay the rent
Table wine once a week if you're lucky
In comparison
Privatise the people's lives
Be part of the company (or fade!)
The appliance of science to privatise their lives
Water is our business
Electricity is our business
Gas is our business
Lives are our business
Business is our business
Your money - my time
Your stinking industrial bathwater - my wine
Imbalance induces hate
How will you fill the gap
Between the endless buffet
And the scraps of food I have
I feel hate I feel hate
I feel hate I feel hate
(Don't be afraid to show your hate, hate!)
You just treat me like a commodity
You didn't know I couldn't even afford to feed my family
I just want to kill
I just want to take a gun
And put it to your head
And pull the trigger


By fnord12 | January 11, 2007, 9:12 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



Random Lyrics Thursday

At My Job by the Dead Kennedys

If your machine might slip a gear
Push this button to help it clear
Your time card says your name's Joe
But we'll call you 6-3-0

I'm working at my job
I'm so happy
More boring by the day
But they pay me
All that time spent going to school
Just to end up following rules

Now it's time to take a break
Don't stray too far or you'll be late
Thank you for your service and a long career
Glad you gave us your best years


By fnord12 | January 4, 2007, 8:53 AM | Music | Comments (0)| Link



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