Public Image Limited - The Suit

Billy Ruben Fri Jan 21, 2011 8:10 pm

...The ladder is long...

"everyone loves you,until they know you"...Hahahahaha,my brother,I changed him from The Jackson Five to this kind of realism,better find him,and chat,before he passes on,or worse.

Ciggy Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:44 am

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Billy Ruben Thu Jan 27, 2011 3:41 am

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day

I need a brand new friend who doesn't bother me
I need a brand new friend who doesn't trouble me
I need somebody who doesn't need me

I feel the bathroom is clear
I know that someone near
I feel that someone is following me, oh yeah

Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
Why did you throw the Jack of Hearts away?
It was the only card in the deck I had left to play

What are they doing in the Hyacinth House?
To please the lions this day.

But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
But I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend
And I'll say it again, I need a brand new friend, the end

Billy Ruben Thu Jan 27, 2011 3:42 am

Before you slip into unconsciousnessI’d like to have another kissAnother flashing chance at blissAnother kiss, another kissThe days are bright and filled with painEnclose me in your gentle rainThe time you ran was too insaneWe’ll meet again, we’ll meet againOh tell me where your freedom liesThe streets are fields that never dieDeliver me from reasons whyYou’d rather cry, I’d rather flyThe crystal ship is being filledA thousand girls, a thousand thrillsA million ways to spend your timeWhen we get back, I’ll drop a line

Billy Ruben Thu Jan 27, 2011 3:56 am

Peace Frog by The Doors
Lyrics
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day

She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh She came
Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying rivers of weepin'

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

Billy Ruben Thu Jan 27, 2011 4:13 am

...Been checking out the Maritime Colleges in Tasmania,trips to Antartica and scientific outpost re-supplying caught my interest...looks like a good venture for a new life,ditch the pension...and move right along...
Excited by the idea,now let's hope the obstacles stay out of this one.

Grandma loved a sailor, who sailed the frozen sea
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee
He said: "Son, I'm going crazy from livin' on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sands"

This old man was graceful with silver in his smile
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty
Songs of love and songs of death and songs to set men free
Ya!

I've got three ships and sixteen men
A course for ports unread
I'll stand at mast, let north winds blow till half of us are dead
Land ho!

Well, if I get my hands on a dollar bill gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill
If I get my hands on a number five gonna skin that litlle girl alive
If I get my hand on a number two come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you
Alright!
Land ho!
[improv out]

Billy Ruben Thu Feb 03, 2011 12:57 am

Lyrics:
You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say I'm playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
'cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall
Then you're gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When you're all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
It's been up for sale

And you begin to think 'bout
All the things that you've done
And you begin to hate
Just 'bout everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -

- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
They're talking behind your back saying, man
You're never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
'bout all those things that you've done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -

- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(I'm a coney island baby, now)
I'd like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you

Billy Ruben Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:04 am

...Possibley the coolest song ever recorded...well,at least I think so...and a Top 5 fave.

Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing

Hey man, what's your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
I ain't jealous of the way you're living

When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah

When the blood comma' down his neck ...
Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
And then you just get somebody to
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks

Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living

Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...

Billy Ruben Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:09 am

She's my best friend
Certainly not your average girl
Yeah, she's my best friend
She understands me when I'm feeling -

- down-down-down-down-down-down
You know it sure hurts to be that way
Down-down-down-down-down-down
You know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella

Ah, here's to mullberry jane (here's to mullberry jane)
She made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
Now, jelly rolls in the street

If you want to see me
Well, honey, you know that I'm not around
But if you want to hear me
Why don't you just turn around
And by the window where the light is

She's my best friend
Certainly not just like your average dog or car
She's my best friend
She understands me when I'm feeling
- down-down-down-down-down-down
You know it sure hurts to be that way
Down-down-down-down-down-down
You know it sure hurts to know that you're that kinda fella

Let's hear one for newspaper joe (newspaper joe)
He caught his hand in the door (caught his hand in the door)
Dropped his, ah, teeth on the floor, they say
Hey, now, joke is that's the way the news goes

If you want to see, yeah, see me
Well, baby, you know that I'm not around
But if you want to feel, yeah, feel me
Why don't you just turn around
And by the window where the light is

She's my best friend
She's my best friend, tell me, oh, baby now
She's my best friend
Oh, she's my, she's my best friend, give it now
She's my best friend
She's my, she's, she's my best friend
She's my best friend
She's my best friend, tell me, oh, babe now
(la-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la-la)
(la-la-la-la-li-la)

Billy Ruben Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:11 am

...You just got the coolest three songs I know,funny,from one album,don't complain,feel priviledged,that's how I really am...

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Billy Ruben Fri Feb 11, 2011 9:01 am

...powerful,haunting...mocking voices
What,do you think I'm the only one unique to this kind of torture,there's secrets the band never released,pay attention to the character,Anika,Curtis's lover at the end of his life...you'll see.

Billy Ruben Thu Feb 24, 2011 10:18 pm

SICK TO DEATH

I will f*ck the system!

I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
Sick to death! sick to death! sick to death!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!

I wanna destroy!
When you touch me I wanna cut you
And you suck for more!
I could die for you when you put lipstick on my brain!

Drving through the night...
Get caught up in an endless fight!
I wanna be the mover to real anarchy!

Burn Berlin burn! Burn Berlin burn! (x3)
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
Sick to death! Sick to death! Sick to death!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!

Please, let's just go home now
OK? Let's go
Don't do this. Please!

Nation against nation!
Nobody speaks up but we are laughing!
Nationalism against nationalism!
Burn Berlin burn!
As we got bigger the others get weaker!
f*ck a 1,000,000 trendy hardcore members!
Never talk! Always listen!
I won't be afraid of the new time!

Burn Berlin burn! Burn Berlin burn! (x4)
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
I'm sick to death! I'm sick to death!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
Sick to death! Sick to death!
Sick to death! Sick to death!
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!
I'm sick to death. I'm sick to death
I'm sick to death. I'm sick to death
You can't stop me! You can't stop me!
You can't stop me! You can't stop me!
Sick to death. Sick to death
I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before!

Testing:FUCKFUCKFUCK-Music to kickhead too... thumbs up

Billy Ruben Thu Mar 03, 2011 1:19 am

Favourite band these days,just have to repeat what has already been.

Only for real punks,not pretend cockney want to be trash who did'nt invent punk in the first place.One of the few gems to come out of Yankee land,than the new losers of the 90's like Greenday,which is kind of embaressing,like the limp wristed clash and the pistols.

rolf

Ciggy Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:01 pm

You might enjoy this one, Billy:

Billy Ruben Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:00 pm

Ciggy wrote:You might enjoy this one, Billy:

I actually really did,left the studio version for dead....and they are the years I seek,my junkie aunt put me onto them back in 84,along with the Birthday Party,Nick Cave's lot,then of course,the Bad Seeds,I went that way,it enhanced my satanic appeal,when I was young.
Full of black light and brylcream to tease a wavy hair into Nicks,overgrown,electrified mullet.$2 suits and boots held together with sticky tape,
I was a junky,by 93-94,living in a surf-town,shooting up speed coming down with heroin,bliss...Shoot-up to Sonny's Burning or Mutiny In Heaven,should check the lyrics,come down with Mazzy Stars' Wasted...it was great,until the collapse...and the weight loss...and homeless for a short period.Then it was'nt fun anymore.Very lucky to survive,a few times...

Billy Ruben Tue Aug 02, 2011 5:44 pm

Lyrics:

All the clouds turn to words
All the words float in sequence
No one knows what they mean
Everyone just ignores them

Refrain (sung simultaneously with above verse)

Mau Mau starter ching ching dad da
Daughter daughter dumpling data
Pack and pick the ping pong starter
Carter Carter go get Carter
Perigeeeeeeeee
Open stick and delphic doldrums
Open click and quantum data.

Best stoner music ever...or the intellectual...

Billy Ruben Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:20 am

Lyrics:
bailey!

he takes some steps
and bopped his head

he spins
turns around
takes some steps

yeah!

the method
of stop, tap, spin

no talkin'
bailey's walk

the method
of stop, tap, spin

of no talkin'
bailey's walk

bailey!
bailey!

on parking lots and big highways
daily!

it's crazy
yeah!

the method
of stop, tap, spin

of no talkin'
bailey's walk

the method
of stop, tap, spin

Billy Ruben Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:32 am

Lyrics
you crazy baby bathsheba, i wancha
you're suffocating you need a good shed
i'm tired of living, shebe, so gimme
dead

we're apin' rapin' tapin' catharsis
you get torn down and I get erected
my blood is working but my, my heart is
dead

hey
whaddyah know?
you're lovely
tan belly
is starting to grow

uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
uriah hit the crapper, the crapper
dead

Billy Ruben Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:34 am

From Complete B Sides, one of the best Pixies songs.

I was driving doing nothing
On the shores of Great Salt Lake
When they put it on the air
I put it in the hammer lane
I soon forgot myself
And I forgot about the brake
I forgot about all laws
And I forgot about the rain
They were talking on the 9
And all across the amy band
Across the road they were turning around
And headed south with me
It got so crowded on the road
I started driving in the sand
My head was feeling scared
But my heart was feeling free
The desert turned to mud
It seems that everybody heard
Everybody was remembering
To forget they had the chills
Then I heard the voices on a broadcast
From up on the bird
They were getting interviewed
By some Goodman whose name was Bill
I'm almost there to Vegas
Where they're puttin' on a show
They've come so far
I've lived this long
At least
I must just go and say hello

Billy Ruben Mon Aug 15, 2011 5:42 am

Lyrics
Pioneer of aerodynamics
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
they thought he was real smart alec
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
he thought big they called it a phallic
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
they didn't know he was panoramic
little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
keeping low doesn't make no sense
sometimes people can be oh so dense
they didn't want it but he built it anyway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
little eiffel stands in the archway
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
keeping low don't make sense
keeping low doesn't make no-sense
(little eiffel, little eiffel)
little eiffel stands in the archway
oh alexander i see you beneath
the archway of aerodynamics

Billy Ruben Tue Aug 16, 2011 11:16 pm

My sex
Waits for me
Like a mongrel waits
Downwind on a tight rope leash

My sex
Is a fragile acrobat
Sometimes I'm a novocaine shot
Sometimes I'm an automat

My sex
Is often solo
Sometimes it short circuits then
Sometimes it's a golden glow

My sex
Is invested in
Suburban photographs
Skyscraper shadows on a carcrash overpass

My sex
Is savage, tender
It wears no future faces
Owns just random gender

My sex
Has a wanting wardrobe
I still explore
Of all the bodies I knew and those I want to know

My sex
Is a spark of electro flesh
Leased from the tick of time
And geared for synchromesh

My sex
Is an image lost in faded films
A neon outline
On a high-rise overspill

My sex

(Repeat and fade)

Billy Ruben Thu Aug 25, 2011 10:33 pm

...This is the period with Johnny Thunders on lead vocals,before they became The New York Dolls,this and the Mercer Street Sessions,is amongst my most fave recordings of these guys and rarely acquainted with for most,so have a taste,it's great..

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