Friday, April 03, 2009

William S. Burroughs Calls It Heavy Metal Like It Is





Does anyone else remember these cultural items? Or have I enetered a Twilight Zone of the mind's eye? Nyet. Me no think so, at any rate of the prime rate plus random interest. Heavy metal thunder . . .
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  1. AnonymousApril 03, 2009

    The world according to the Buzzcocks:

    In these times of contention it's not my intention to make things plain
    I'm looking through mirrors to catch the reflection that can't be mine
    I'm losing control now I'll just have to slow down a thought or two
    I can't feel the future and I'm not even certain that there is a past

    I believe in the worker's revolution
    And I believe in the final solution
    I believe in
    I believe in
    I believe in the shape of things to come
    And I believe in I'm not the only one
    Yes I believe in
    I believe in

    When I poison my system I take thoughts and twist them into shapes
    I'm reaching my nadir and I haven't an idea of what to do
    I'm painting by numbers but can't find the colours that fill you in
    I'm not even knowing if I'm coming or going if to end or begin

    I believe in the immaculate conception
    And I believe in the resurrection
    And I believe in
    I believe in
    I believe in the elixir of youth
    And I believe in the absolute truth
    Yes I believe in
    I believe in

    There is no love in this world anymore
    There is no love in this world anymore

    I've fallen from favour while trying to savour experience
    I'm seeing things clearly but it has quite nearly blown my mind
    It's the aim of existence to offer resistance to the flow of time
    Everything is and that is why it is will be the line

    I believe in perpetual motion
    And I believe in perfect devotion
    I believe in
    I believe in
    I believe in the things I've never had
    I believe in my Mum and my Dad
    And I believe in
    I believe in

    There is no love in this world anymore
    There is no love in this world anymore

    I'm skippin' the pages of a book that takes ages for the foreword to end
    Triangular cover concealing another aspect from view
    My relative motion is just an illusion from stopping too fast
    The essence of being these feelings I'm feeling I just want them to last

    I believe in original sin
    And I believe what I believe in
    Yes I believe in
    I believe in
    I believe in the web of fate
    And I believe in I'm going to be late
    So I'll be leavin'
    What I believe in

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  2. jodiApril 04, 2009

    Eric, a mutual friend, Stacey, turned me on to Burroughs, "Naked Lunch" years ago. I am still recovering.

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  3. JoeApril 04, 2009

    I remember Negativland! I have a track of theirs titled "Perfect Scrambled Eggs" featuring vocals by Graham Kerr, on a compilation called "Potatoes".

    It's compelling.

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  4. Erik Donald FranceApril 04, 2009

    Now we're talking -- sort of like a combo of Pink Floyd and My Life in the Bush of Ghosts and The Catherine Wheel.

    Burroughs is strange, but often right on in his own heavily salted bizarro way.

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  5. Erik Donald FranceApril 04, 2009

    p.s. Floyd's 1970 track, "Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast," bubbles to mind.

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