Tuesday, 22 September 2009
"Down, down, down, down..."
"You must leave now - take what you need, you think will last"
- Nonconformity - right. I can't remember the last time saw a twenty-something kid with a tattoo of an Asian letter on his wrist. You are one wicked free thinker! You want to be a rebel? Stop being cool.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
First they came...
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Kommunist.
Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.
Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten,
habe ich nicht protestiert;
ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.
Als sie die Juden holten,
habe ich geschwiegen;
ich war ja kein Jude.
Als sie mich holten,
gab es keinen mehr, der protestierte.
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When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.
When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.
When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.
When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn't a Jew.
When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.
- rewritten in NOFX's 2003 "Re-gaining Unconsciousness"
First they put away the dealers,
Keep our kids safe and off the street.
Then they put away the prostitutes,
Keep married men cloistered at home.
Then they shooed away the bums,
Then they beat and bashed the queers,
Turned away asylum-seekers,
Fed us suspicions and fears.
We didn't raise our voice,
we didn't make a fuss.
It's funny there was no one left to notice
when they came for us."
Monday, 14 September 2009
i can make seconds feel hours!
Absro: When i see fat people i smile.
Jimmy: Btw...that there in the picture's the guy that invented the expression "it's expected i'm gone"... and then he died
Absro: Ohhhh. ...uhm yeah. That's the only thing i don't like with the fat thing; you can't let em stay fat or they die early.
Absro: This is like that pet rabbit i once had all over again.
now that's just sad
Noam Chomsky on the history of propaganda
- Oh we couldn't decide which name picking agency to go with and we were torn between B. D. H. Jacksons Smith O'Flanagan and C. P. D. H. M. Gray Bonnetson Hughes but in the end they merged.
- Oh, no... What are they called now?
- Jeff's Advertising.
- Where did they get that name from?
- Bowe Ed O. M. J. Ridley Throp Morton.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
"If you really wanna go... you'll get there in the end" --Joe Strummer
And were it not for The Clash i may never have done anything political; the first thing i ever did was follow The Clash to Rock Against Racism.
Thursday, 10 September 2009
This Ain't No Picnic
- Să nu te-atingi de sticla mea de Pepsi!
Aia din frigider e sticla mea de Pepsi pînă cînd se termină, moment în care aia care-i sticla ta de Pepsi devine sticla noastră de Pepsi.
- Auzi... tu ai început să citeşti din Plato's Republic?
"Our band could be your life"...
"Mister Narrator -
This is Bob Dylan to me"
Not wanting to brag about the actual highlights of the Minutemen's impact on music, i'm left to confess having never met anyone that conveys so much through so few apparently nonsensical lines.
Attending a chill jamming session. "Double Nickels on the Dime" is made up of 43 tracks who have some of the most intrigueing titles i've yet seen, such as
Theater Is The Life Of You
It's Expected I'm Gone
Do You Want New Wave Or Do You Want The Truth
Shit From An Old Notebook
Nature Without Man
Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing
God Bows To Math
Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts
Nothing Indeed
Untitled Song for Latin America
Jesus And Tequila
World According To Nouns
Cohesion
Monday, 7 September 2009
The plot thickens
Just for once?
"Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There's no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."
Friday, 4 September 2009
"Harlem"
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes, 1951