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Friday, May 22, 2009

The Lighter Side of...Hippies


by Magik Markers

It's sick
time goes too quick
what you got don't mean dick
did I catch you
did I catch you
yeah the ultimate
wire take a grip
guns and gates and stuff
You look like a drip
I don't need any thing
that's my thing
you know
bring em back alive
take out the truck and put it in drive
You know what?
yeah yell scream
and then you'll know, you're livin the dream
easy money on a friday night
It's not hard
It's not hard
It's not hard
It's not hard
It's not hard
It's not hard
if you're doing it right
Begin it again
then find an end
ropes are strung up
by the jerks who said they were your friends
people do these things?
No night
No night
No night
No night
No night
without end
I see your skulls teeth shine in the night
sinking deep into the neon light
yeah dumb buck, go ahead, try to get it right
electric strength


Thursday, May 21, 2009

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

How I Wrote Elastic Man

The Fall


I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug

I'm living a fake
People say, "You are entitled to and great."
But I haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

His last work was "Space Mystery" in the Daily Mail,
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shoppes
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote "Elastic Man"

Note: MES sings "Plastic Man" instead of "Elastic Man" to indicate that fans and journalists can't be bothered to get the name correct

Monday, May 11, 2009

The Collector

Collectors have to be ranked very low on the human totem pole. All they're interested in are numbers: how many of this, how many of that. Purity is precisely the opposite. What counts is the process of elimination, so that when you finally do choose, it has meaning.
-Daniel in La Collectionneuse (A Moral Tale by Eric Rohmer)