Monthly Archives: May 2014

Devo, Uncontrollable Urge (live on Fridays)

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Devo, Gates of Steel (live)

Twist away the gates of steel… Unlock the secret voice Give into ancient noise… Take a chance a brand new dance… Twist away the gates of steel.
Twist away, Now twist and shout… The earth it moves too slow… But the earth is all we know… We pay to play the human way… twist away the gates of steel.
A man is real! Not made of steel.
But the earth is all we know… We pay to play the human way… Twist away the gates of steel.
The beginning was the end… Of everything now… The ape regards his tail… He’s stuck on it… Repeats until he fails… Half a goon and half a god… A man’s not made of steel!
Twist away, now twist and shout… The earth it moves too slow… But the earth is all we know… We pay to play the human way… Twist away the gates of steel.
A man is REAL; that’s how he FEELS!

Bauhaus, Dark Entries

Caressing, bent up to the jug again, With sheaths and pills, Invading all those stills, in a hovel of a bed, I will scream in vain, Oh please miss lane, Leave me with some pain…

Went walking through this city’s neon lights, in fear of disguising my warping seething pressure lines and graceless heirs intangible of price, Trying so hard to find what was right…

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head, We leapt into the bed degrading even lice, You took delight in taking down my shielded pride, Until exposed became my darker side…

…puckering up and down those avenues of sin, Too cheap to ride… they’re worth a try if only for the old times, cold times… don’t go waving your pretentious love!

He’s soliciting on his tan brown brogues, gyrating through some lonesome devils row, pinpointing well meaning upper-class prey, Of walking money checks possessing holes.

He often sleekly offers his services, in exploitation of his finest years, works with loosely woven fabrics of lonely office clerks, any lay suffices his dollar green eye…

I came upon your room, it stuck into my head, We leapt into the bed degrading even lice, You took delight in taking down my shielded pride, Until exposed became my darker side…

…puckering up and down those avenues of sin, Too cheap to ride… they’re worth a try if only for the old times, cold times… don’t go waving your pretentious love!

Misfits, Nike a Go Go

GO… It’s a missile girl, in a missile world… Human tongue feels aluminum plate, It’s a missile boy… Oh, oh, oh, oh… Death machine and man in love… Oh, oh, oh, oh… Tracking system checks out, Pulse, all systems go… Go, go, go, go… Rocket blast-fury, Manual sex drive… a Go, go, go, go. go… It’s a missile Girl, with a long white face, It’s a missile girl, Well, Nike is the name… You, remember it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… Deadlier than any girl on any world… Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh… Nike be good; Nike be anything woman not… a Go, go, go, go… Nike take my life along with yours… a Go, go, go, go, go… It’s a missile girl, with a long white face. It’s a missile girl. Well, Nike is the name… You, remember it! So pretty! a Go, go… Nike take my life along with yours, So pretty! a Go, go… There I go and it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s over… There I go and then it’s… a Go, go,,, a Go, go… There I go and then it’s… a Go, go,,, a Go, go… There I go and then it’s… a Go, go,,, a Go, go… There I go and then it’s… a Go, go,,, a Go, go… There I go and then it’s OVER!

Crass, Poison in a Pretty Pill

Your tactile eyes running over glossy paper, Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gauze. They say, “forget yourself, adorn with this disguise,” This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores. Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity, They’ll have you gathered in a trap of glass. Is your reflection all that you will recognize? That cruel lie will stare you in the face. Wrapped up in the haze and flow of bridal gown, They tell your lover he must hold a gun. You’re the pornographic reassurance he’s a man, They deal in flesh, incarcerate with rags, Red lips, shimmer silk and body bags, Hairless legs against the blistered napalm burn. I want to rape the substance of your downy hair, In the mist a gutted child fights for air. Against the fragile, mashed and sweaty wound, Your facile beauty has an outrageous sound, Like a glamour billboard on a battlefield, At least the blood red poppy was of natures will, That flower perfecting by the barbed wire fence must be insulted by your scented poor pretense, Just as I, who finds it hard to touch you now, You traumatize my love with needle doubts, I want so gently to remove your mask. It’s hard enough to find water here, In this barrenness of dishonesty and fear, Without you accepting poison in a pretty pill. Your bandages of silky robes and lace, Are the bandages of a bullet ridden corpse, The layers of precious imitation worn, Are the layers of history to suffocate the unborn.