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May. 19th, 2006

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Hello (turn Your Radio On) - How I feel right now

Written by Fahey/Detroit/Guiot
woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars
all bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from mars
and as i stumbled through last nights drunken debris
the paperboy screamed out the headlines in the street
another war and now the pound is looking weak
and tell me have you read about the latest freak?
we're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete
why do i feel bitter when i should be feeling sweet

hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song
la la la life is a strange thing
just when you think you learned how to use it
it's gone

woke up this morning and my head was in a daze
a brave new world has dawned upon the human race
where words are meaning less and everything's surreal
gonna have to reach my friends to find out how i feel
and if i taste the honey is it really sweet
and do i eat it with my hands or with my feet?

does anybody really listen when i speak
or will i have to say it all again next week

hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song
hello, hello turn your radio on

is there anybody out there?
tell me what went wrong
la la la life is a strange thing
life is a strange thing

hello, hello turn your radio on
is there anybody out there?
help me sing my song

la la la life is a strange thing
just when you think you learned how to use it
it's gone.

May. 11th, 2006

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Within the Crypt

I was in town today (I do Tarot readings at Second Life Books every Thursday) and I saw a poster for Within the Crypt. As I was also doing a mail drop in Wickham, I dropped in at the Las O'Gowrie and sure enough, there's a club on the 3rd June!

There's a "website" as well (follow the link of the graphic above), but not much there. I might just turn up on the 3rd, and see what it's like.

May. 8th, 2006

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This Picture

I have the Placebo Video DVD out from the local library system. One day, I might even buy a copy! Right now I have it on repeat on "This Picture"...

This Picture

I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
What's wrong with this picture?
What's wrong with this picture?

Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture

Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old

Hang on
Though we try
It's gone
Hang on
Though we try
It's gone

Sometimes it's faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes it's faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Can't stop growing old...

...when this single first came out, and they played it on RAGE, I got "stuck" on it. That seems to happen to me sometimes, and when I get low, when I get stressed, I'll play the music in the background that I'm "stuck on". I used to play Disintegration, but moved on to Turn on the Bright Lights and Sleeping with Ghosts.

Been very stressed, very lonely lately. Missed WTD the other week for BAD REASONS. Grrrrr.....

May. 4th, 2006

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HEART

 Deeper than Dark
   Darker than Hurt
   Sometimes my heart misses a beat
    and on comes the pit
      I fall all the way
        to within my soul
          I fall all the way
            to that black hole.

   And the pain in my heart
   'comes the pain in my chest
   and I cry if I need to
   and I cry 'cause I must.

   For in those times I feel...
     too much
       too bad
         too full
           and I feel,
           broken.

   Broken on the wheel,
   dead in the pit,
   rotting in the sun,
   the stench of death
   is mine isn't it?

   The old damn clock
   is once again unsprung.
     For though I can point
     to any degree
       to reasons,
          excuses,
          causes
          you see,
            the thing is not that
            the thing is not this
            but part of my meaning
            my being
            of me...

            ...do you see?

My eccentric orbit follows dark star
coming close to destruction (maybe)
then coasting away
t'ward far arc
          to slow
          'til I come,
          once again
          around
          to swing oh so close,
          to this dark star's place.

   And it's happened before
   and it's happening now
   and I know
   it'll happen again.

   For I see all the starkness
   in vivid detail
   all clarity wasted
   and
   for this there's no fail.

   And this bit of doggerel
     is meant but to help
       put into perspective
         all hurt and pain
           all things
              that
                still
                  suffer
                    my
                      brain.

   How's rhyming achieve this?
     Maybe, perhaps not.
       How can I stand it
         All oppressive discord
           in my thinking and doing
             and being
               and feeling
                 and hurting
                   again.

   And still am I waiting for what,
     do I ask?
     For what do I know?
     So I'll stop writing
     and 'stead
     just go.

   No.

   No. I can't.

   No matter what all the pain
   or the tension of hurt
   that I feel in this brain.

   Tried that before.

   Know it won't do.

   So it's back to the pills that keep me just sane.
   Back on those pills I just shouldn't need (but do).

   And in this time and at this point
     perhaps all that matters
       if I'm right
         is to wait.

   For this will pass.

   For it will go.

   All these this -- I know.

   It's been here before
   and will come again.

   This black gravity,
        arc of non-kindness
        oppressive stink
        and self destructive thought
        at depression's end.

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Mar. 21st, 2006

goth

THIS IS IT

I was telling someone about this song the other day, which is about a (late) singer of INXS:
He had a room in the best part of town
He got a chocolate on his eiderdown
Staring out over roofs at the Cross
Suppose he must have felt somewhat at loss

This is it, oh
This is it
This is it, oh baby
This is it

You couldn't say he was feeling very vibed
What had the quack in London prescribed
You couldn't really say he seemed to care
Sometimes he acted like he wasn't anywhere

This is it, oh baby
This is it
This it it, oh
This is it

(????????) start to crash
Even though you've got a fistful of cash
Watching the future it bursts on through
I was one of those who used to be with (envy ?) you

I knew a wise man didn't know a thing
I knew a happy man who made me feel sad
You never know what the other guy is thinking
Too bad

Sometimes you come upon a fork in the road
What was waiting there he never could have known
Split-second difference, one tiny percent
Yeah, he came and he went

This is it, oh baby
This is it
This is it, oh
This is it

Mar. 14th, 2006

default, pagan

Off to America

I'm off to the USA for two weeks on Wednesday.
Anyone want to see me off at the International Airport?

I'll be leaving at about 3:30pm, but will need to be there a lot earlier.
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Jan. 29th, 2006

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Wake the Dead

Well, last night was pretty good.

Didn't get away from Barnsley until 7:50pm. Weirdness happened with my dog, and on the train but I arrived just after 11pm, and changed at the station (great use for the baby change room). By the time I got there most of the Newcastle gang were there as well.

Taylors on Central has been renovated a bit and the new version seems to have more space. They removed a back room and the dance floor is bigger (even though it includes a column) and there are now three flat-screen displays about from which videos can be shown. This is a lot more cool than the old white sheet that was used before. The play lists seem the same, and so are the bar prices. It seemed (almost) like the old Wake the Dead I came to love, though something was missing.

Later Jayne and Crystal arrived (but my photos using the new $50 camera weren't all successful). For most of the last half of WTD I was outside chatting to friends. Then Frank turned up and then I knew what had been missing. It's not Wake the Dead without frank (who's the "bouncer"). The ambulance turned up (and later the police after a young women freaked out in the ladies loo on drugs (or so I was told). Fun (but not too common).

I was crashing at Karl's and our group -- zelieq (Karl), fiery_ichor (Sally), Alex, Geraldine, Patrick & myself -- left in two taxis. The one I was in seemed to detour needlessly but we all got there safely and most of us crashed until 10am. The day after was neat as well. We went to some shopping centre on Broadway and I got an Edward Gorey book for $5. Later I went back to Newcastle with Sally in her new car. The day went quick.

Jan. 24th, 2006

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SEX COMIC

Just check this web comic!
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Just a Reminder...

Tailors On Central
84 Mary Street, Surry Hills
Between Foveaux & Albion Streets,
near Central Railway Station:
Elizabeth St Exit

Saturday 28th January 2006 

2nd Anniversary Party
 
$8 Entry all night
10pm until 4am

18+ ONLY - Photo I.D.
Essential for entry

$1 Cloak room

DJs Montag, Slaughter, Ether
 

Jan. 15th, 2006

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Old Countdown Shows

Ha ha - can't get to sleep, and I'm watching old episodes of COUNTDOWN (which the ABC uses as "filler" for Rage, this time of year. They just had an interview with Steve Strange, about his new single (the follow up to "Fade to Gray"). Earlier on they had a single from Rupert Hines - I've got the vinyl it comes from! Hey - Adam Ant's touring Australia later in the year (1981). Should have gone, but he never got to Perth.

Yeah, sure, it's nostalgia, but I love it (argh - Buck's Fiz!)!

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