Wow. If you haven't heard their music before, you may want to try Lords of Acid, guys, out on your ears. Fucked up, yes. Sexed up, sure. But the beat is something easy to get into. It's rave music and or techno music, if you feel the need to categorize it, but it's more than that. I think if you get them, you like them. Hell, if you're not persuaded by the steady rhythms, overall style and the catchy beat in the first place, I don't think you'll give them a shot. If you wanna, read the rest of this post while listening to the song. There is no real video to be watched.
Yeah, it's one of those kind. Don't be put off. No tears, please
I hope you all had a great weekend. I'll be seriously catching up on blog visiting and commenting the next few days. I've kinda been taking it easy and going to parks for tranquility and peace of mind- or maybe I've just taken a break to pick up the pieces of my mind. Too much going on all at once again. That was the anchor wearing me down.
And thanks to my cat, Victor, who can somehow type, has a certain command of the English language, while carefully observing the Human Condition or "brain reformatting by certain systems and/or corporations, for filling in for me while I was away. For that matter, hell, everyone else in the blogosphere is allowing or being forced by their animals out of their blog author chair and taking over. Why not let the cat do it if he wants? He can rant as well or write as well as the rest as the bloggers out there.
Did I mention the next post will be one where you can actually take walks with me, by movies I've recorded during these walks, that take you on peaceful little journeys? I will even be including a recipe I've created for Venison Stew. You don't want to miss that!
Bambi is dandy in a hearty broth, I always say.
I farted twelve times in the park, this afternoon, while taking a walk. Sometimes they came in three sputters. True. I felt it important enough to report for a status update on Facebook. The people need to know.
Beats watching the clown car full of Republicans spill out and pull their crazy one liners on people these days. What is it with these obvious numb nuts? Santorum, Gingrich, Romney and so on. Earlier you had really radical presidential hopefuls like gun-toting Perry and crazy-eyed Bachmann mouthing off inanities or you got these guys in the present.
Here's a few crazy Republican quotes, in case you haven't heard them, but I'm sure if have by now:
The problem isn't too little money in political campaigns, but not enough- Newt Gingerich
"I don't know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We've had an earthquake; we've had a hurricane. He said, 'Are you going to start listening to me here?' Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we've got to rein in the spending." –Rep. Michele Bachmann, suggesting at a presidential campaign event in Florida that the 2011 East Coast earthquake and hurricane was a message from God (Aug. 2011)
"Corporations are people, my friend... of course they are. Everything corporations earn ultimately goes to the people. Where do you think it goes? Whose pockets? Whose pockets? People's pockets. Human beings, my friend." —GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney
"I would be saying to the Iranians, you either open up those [nuclear weapons] facilities, you begin to dismantle them and make them available to inspectors, or we will degrade those facilities through air strikes.
If we reach a point where I believe the only thing that will stop them from this program being realized and having a nuclear weapon – I will make a clear declaration to the Iranian government that you either open your facilities, you begin to dismantle this nuclear program, or we will dismantle it for you." - Rick Santorum
Getting back to this song. I mean that's more important than ego-maniacal clowns that are funded by all the money they can handle form corporations for favor returning purposes... Having a song you just discovered and have taken a liking to it and trying to convince people to at least give it a try is a hard sell. Since I'm not much of a salesman, I'm not going to bother. And quite frankly, I'm tired of convincing people of even the simplest of opinions or absolute truths. Ya either like this tune or not. Doesn't persuade me either way. I will shake your virtual hand if you do give it a listen, though. At least then, you've shown yourself to be open minded.
Good Christ on a crispy cracker, at least it's a start.
When I first listened to the song and found out it was, on the surface, about drug addiction, if you think about it for a minute, you could switch some of these words with material possessions and obsessions about all types of things out there and you could have a song about any addiction. Addiction to being judgmental about most things and people. Addiction to certain food or drink. Addiction to nervous or destructive habits. Addiction, in any form for any reason, to me, isn't that great. A few harmless compulsions, now and then, I can understand. A full blown addiction to anything is bad news and is almost always negatively life altering and can lead to loss of life, friends, family and more- including your sanity.
Speaking of further PEACE OF MIND...Good news! My wife and I are working on plans to go to Hawaii later this year. We'll be visiting all the main islands on a cruise ship. During one part of the trip, we'll be passing by an active volcano. That will be exciting. So will the sight of the whales racing along side the ship. I hope the volcanic lava hits me full force in the face. BLAMMO! No sexually gratuitous jokes here, please. You know what a delicate, moral flower I am.
Now if that big meteor we're supposed to get, comes this December of this year and hits Earth, I wanna be right there. Smack dab in the middle. I'm not into lingering pain. If I go hungry, because of closed roads or whatever, and can't find any animals or regular food to eat, I will cheerfully gnaw on your arm as you shake, shake, shake. Instead of a Zombie Apocalypse for me, it will be a Low Blood Sugar Diabetic Apocalypse. Sorry, in advance. :(
Anyway, my thoughts on Doomsday 12/21/12 goes something like this: I think a bunch of idiots (homo sapiens, ya know) are going to convince themselves- so well- that the end is on that exact date, no matter who has predicted whatever in the past for this particular day and will put things into motion (riots, bombs, all matter of mayhem) that might create needless hell for the rest of us trying to do something productive that day without interference.
This music I just discovered, yet heard of but never listened to until now, from Lords of Acid, spews forth sweet, melodic beautiful acid that creates magical rainbows of love in the sky. No lava, yet.
Lyrics to "Out Comes the Evil" by Lords of Acid
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x2]
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x2]
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x4]
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Yeah, it's one of those kind. Don't be put off. No tears, please
I hope you all had a great weekend. I'll be seriously catching up on blog visiting and commenting the next few days. I've kinda been taking it easy and going to parks for tranquility and peace of mind- or maybe I've just taken a break to pick up the pieces of my mind. Too much going on all at once again. That was the anchor wearing me down.
And thanks to my cat, Victor, who can somehow type, has a certain command of the English language, while carefully observing the Human Condition or "brain reformatting by certain systems and/or corporations, for filling in for me while I was away. For that matter, hell, everyone else in the blogosphere is allowing or being forced by their animals out of their blog author chair and taking over. Why not let the cat do it if he wants? He can rant as well or write as well as the rest as the bloggers out there.
Did I mention the next post will be one where you can actually take walks with me, by movies I've recorded during these walks, that take you on peaceful little journeys? I will even be including a recipe I've created for Venison Stew. You don't want to miss that!
Bambi is dandy in a hearty broth, I always say.
I farted twelve times in the park, this afternoon, while taking a walk. Sometimes they came in three sputters. True. I felt it important enough to report for a status update on Facebook. The people need to know.
Beats watching the clown car full of Republicans spill out and pull their crazy one liners on people these days. What is it with these obvious numb nuts? Santorum, Gingrich, Romney and so on. Earlier you had really radical presidential hopefuls like gun-toting Perry and crazy-eyed Bachmann mouthing off inanities or you got these guys in the present.
Here's a few crazy Republican quotes, in case you haven't heard them, but I'm sure if have by now:
The problem isn't too little money in political campaigns, but not enough- Newt Gingerich
"I don't know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We've had an earthquake; we've had a hurricane. He said, 'Are you going to start listening to me here?' Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we've got to rein in the spending." –Rep. Michele Bachmann, suggesting at a presidential campaign event in Florida that the 2011 East Coast earthquake and hurricane was a message from God (Aug. 2011)
“Give the park police more ammo.” ~Newt Gingrich, responding to a reporter who asked what to do about the homeless a few days after the police shot a homeless man in front of the White House.
"Corporations are people, my friend... of course they are. Everything corporations earn ultimately goes to the people. Where do you think it goes? Whose pockets? Whose pockets? People's pockets. Human beings, my friend." —GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney
"I would be saying to the Iranians, you either open up those [nuclear weapons] facilities, you begin to dismantle them and make them available to inspectors, or we will degrade those facilities through air strikes.
If we reach a point where I believe the only thing that will stop them from this program being realized and having a nuclear weapon – I will make a clear declaration to the Iranian government that you either open your facilities, you begin to dismantle this nuclear program, or we will dismantle it for you." - Rick Santorum
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| Vote for Rick Santorum if you're still living in the eighteenth century |
Good Christ on a crispy cracker, at least it's a start.
When I first listened to the song and found out it was, on the surface, about drug addiction, if you think about it for a minute, you could switch some of these words with material possessions and obsessions about all types of things out there and you could have a song about any addiction. Addiction to being judgmental about most things and people. Addiction to certain food or drink. Addiction to nervous or destructive habits. Addiction, in any form for any reason, to me, isn't that great. A few harmless compulsions, now and then, I can understand. A full blown addiction to anything is bad news and is almost always negatively life altering and can lead to loss of life, friends, family and more- including your sanity.
Speaking of further PEACE OF MIND...Good news! My wife and I are working on plans to go to Hawaii later this year. We'll be visiting all the main islands on a cruise ship. During one part of the trip, we'll be passing by an active volcano. That will be exciting. So will the sight of the whales racing along side the ship. I hope the volcanic lava hits me full force in the face. BLAMMO! No sexually gratuitous jokes here, please. You know what a delicate, moral flower I am.
Now if that big meteor we're supposed to get, comes this December of this year and hits Earth, I wanna be right there. Smack dab in the middle. I'm not into lingering pain. If I go hungry, because of closed roads or whatever, and can't find any animals or regular food to eat, I will cheerfully gnaw on your arm as you shake, shake, shake. Instead of a Zombie Apocalypse for me, it will be a Low Blood Sugar Diabetic Apocalypse. Sorry, in advance. :(
Anyway, my thoughts on Doomsday 12/21/12 goes something like this: I think a bunch of idiots (homo sapiens, ya know) are going to convince themselves- so well- that the end is on that exact date, no matter who has predicted whatever in the past for this particular day and will put things into motion (riots, bombs, all matter of mayhem) that might create needless hell for the rest of us trying to do something productive that day without interference.
This music I just discovered, yet heard of but never listened to until now, from Lords of Acid, spews forth sweet, melodic beautiful acid that creates magical rainbows of love in the sky. No lava, yet.
Lyrics to "Out Comes the Evil" by Lords of Acid
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x2]
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x2]
Half a pound of heroin
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil
Feels so good, feels so bad [x4]
Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
Believe it not, I'm calming down. All the problems I talked about in previous posts haven't gone completely away, of course but I'm not asking or expecting that. Just a little relief now and then. I promise that if I hula dance during the trip, I will put the picture of me doing that on the blog. I know. I can feel both your excitement and revulsion.
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