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Land of a Thousand Dances

La Mer (de)

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame

(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song


...this song featured in Chris Carters's Millenium,a series that focuses on the main character,Frank Black's ability to become the mind of the killer,or the "horror" as he describes it.Brilliant show,Horses was the soundtrack featured, as the viral outbreak commenced,killing Frank's wife...

sung by Maureen Tucker,the drummer.

Well,it's been one hell of two months...and managed to insult,enrage,cuckold,alienate and isolate and worry...all my
1.Family
2 Friends
3.The Entire NSW Police Force
4.The Ombudsman
5.Police Integrities Commision
6.The Satanic Elites of Newcastle and Maitland...(Hi Mary Braun...and your wife,Steven Busteed)
7.The Occultist (Yawn...childsplay)
8.Drug Growers
9....Myself

...Well,at the time,I wanted to die...and pushed for it,but got a clean bill of health...and looked back at the devastation I created...and saw it as good.Except the balls in motion now,and something must be done...except,I don't know who it'll be first,I was going to hand out "Stand in Line tickets",like they do at the supermarket deli...so you can have your go...see how considerate I am....hope it's my niece...


BIKINI KILL - R.I.P.
Lyrics:


I can't say everything about it
In just one single song
I can't put how I feel in a package
And sell it back to everyone

But wait
There's another boy genius who's **** gone

I hope the food tastes better in heaven
I know there's lots of rad **** boys up there
I hope that every time they talk to you
They know that they're lucky to be your friend

'Cause look
There's another boy genius who's **** gone
And I wouldn't be so **** mad, so **** **** off
If it wasn't so **** wrong
It's all **** wrong
It's not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair, not fair

No one said life was easy
Yeah, but no one said
No one said that nothing's supposed to happen, right?
No, no one told me anything
To prepare me for **** this

There's another boy genius who's **** gone
Don't tell me it don't matter
Don't tell me it don't matter
Don't tell me I've had three days to get over it
It won't go away
It just won't go away

If Sonic Youth thinks you're
cool does that mean everything
to you if you think
Sonic Youth is cool and you
think that they think that
you're not that cool does
that mean everything to you
does that mean everything to you
thurston hearts the who
how about you
thurston hearts the who
do you heart the who too
thurston hearts the who
how about you
thurston hearts the who
do you heart the who too
It's 5 am and we stayed out
all night - we've got nothing to
do except talk about you
thurston hearts the who
do you heart the who too...



...Play the studio version for the neighbours,loud and three in the morning....hmmm,better add them to my previous death list...

real rugged demo sounding song...that I love,makes me hard...

See Occultist of East Maitland,that's all you had to do...was get out of my head,but na!!! you had to cop a molotov and countless threats...and we end up near mates....might take you up on fucking you and your mother Megan,like your slinky reppie body in ways...and you are so Devious...but know the price of that kind of love...The Black Sun,is not my daddy...he used to be.

...great punk so far,no,debateable...well fuc* you...

...love this one...

...these two tracks are the best they have to offer,from a demo tape...My Red Self...and...My Secret



MY RED SELF:
What is the color, the color of shame? is it red? is it blood, blood red? does it creep out from my two legs, up to my face, if you notice the stain?
Never wear white or your shame will creep thru. never wear white or your shame will creep right thru.
Is this the rag you use to humiliate me, cuz i was born, i was born a girl? is this the rag you use to humiliate me cuz i was born, i was born to bleed.
Never wear white, or your shame will creep thru. never wear white or your shame will creep right thru.
What is the color, the color of shame? i know it's red. i know its blood, blood red. is this the period too long, too strange for you to understand?
So you make me hide the truth from you! so you make me hide my red self from you!
Uh uh uh oh, uh oh. uh uh uh oh, uh oh.



MY SECRET
my secret is coming out. and each word, I live it out. what you did caused me some pain, and I won't go through this again.
I am to the end (?), it happened to my best friend, I'll tell again and again what you did to us when we were only ten.
my secret is really true. this song, these words are a threat to you. a knife in you I'd stick it in. listen, listen I'm about revenge.
I am getting through this; I am living through this. I'll tell again and again. I'll tell again and again.
my secret is coming out. and each word, I live it out. the truth, the truth will get you in the end. and my secret is that
I want you dead (4x)

...never understood why guys when they get head,why is it such a pre-requisite that the female swallows,agree with Corin here,if it's not consenting,it's a form of degradation...and possibley rape...although,most do.
Sometimes,when I think about her lyrics,just want to start screaming,if there's something that reminds me of something I've done.Like strong opinionated women,if they find something sweet about you,they treat you better,they've seen all the bad guys before...If you can date a woman and last a couple of weeks with Riot Grrllls...you're not such a bad guy,given quite a few are militant lesso's.





Good Food:
Into your mouth goes this bitter pill
This is the sign of poison
And it makes me say "i can't,"
Cause i have learned to close my mouth
I have learned to take this in
I have learned to close my mouth
But i will not swallow you

I see my friends force fed with this self-hatred
This is your legacy
Is it you, just for you?
Unhappy

Cause i have learned to close my mouth
I have learned to take this all in
I have learned to close my mouth
But i will not swallow you
Cause i eat cake
I eat cake
I made it myself
I eat the cake that says "i can,"

Cause i have learned these lessons so well
I have learned this so, so well
I have learned to close my mouth
But i will not swallow you
In my arms for so long
In my veins for so long
What you're doing to me is wrong
And there's no pity for you in my song

Cause i have learned to close my mouth
I have learned these lessons well
Yeah, i have learned to close my mouth
But i will not swallow you

You have taught me all these years
But my body is mine, so i spit you out
I have learned to close my mouth
But i will not swallow you

...you might think twice about screwing around on your partner,after seeing this..."husband,with this knife,I do you adore..."

...at her most sweet and delightful...

...late night,rage ABC,speeding,coming down and humble,like a child,and this comes on,1993-94,nothing but her and the lyrics for company...and look,realise how many "marriages of convenience"...end up this way.
Beautiful vocal delivery,with haunting guitar and piano for accompanyment,you should enjoy this,regards...

Billy Ruben wrote:


See Occultist of East Maitland,that's all you had to do...was get out of my head,but na!!! you had to cop a molotov and countless threats...and we end up near mates....might take you up on fucking you and your mother Megan,like your slinky reppie body in ways...and you are so Devious...but know the price of that kind of love...The Black Sun,is not my daddy...he used to be.

Lyrics:

I don't know you
I don't owe you
I won't give you a thing

You get inside
You run my life
You make me think bad things

You say I'm fat
And you hate that
You hate the way I look
I can't do nothing right for you
Yeah, look at me
Look at me
Look at me
Look at me

Get out of my head
Get out of my head

You can't hide cause I know what you do
You can't hide cause I know I am you

You hate my work
You hate my words
You take up my whole life

You take my time
You take my mind
You fill it up with lies

I can't see you
But I believe you
Even though I don't

You make me cry
You make me die
It doesn't matter
Doesn't matter
Doesn't matter anyway

Get out of my head
Get out of my head

You can't hide cause I know what you do
You can't hide cause I know I am you

I don't know you
I don't owe you
I won't give you a thing

You get inside
You run my life
You make me think bad things

You take my time
You flippin' heck my mind
You ruin my whole life

I'll make you cry
I'll make you die
I'll get you out
I'll get you out
I'll get you out of me




...you listen to the lyrics of Corin Tucker,especially through the vehicle of Heavens To Betsys,you understand women a bit better...and yourself.

Corin Tucker on the right,looks very similar to my niece,I woke upto myself...

...last song to cover on this band,you MUST get the very rare and heavily sought after by collectors and enthusiast,The Demos tape of Heavens To Betsys.My Secret and Stay Dead are my two favourite songs by HTB's,and unfortunately for the victims in the songs,a similar theme,fucked over and molested by the father figure or some other male authorative figure.What these songs do is explore the aftermath,the psychosis and hatred, the forms of justice these girls entertain themselves with...hate breeds hate...miserable yes,time to look at ourselves,and that's what punk does,force issues into the open,where mainstream hides behind the comfortable facade...

I was at your funeral
I was standing in the back
you said "I don't really love you,"
so I am never coming back

I want you to stay dead
I want you to stay out of my life
this haunting hurts hard
I want you to stay buried deep.
this memory is reaching with fingers long and cold
I would go through this again
and I will kill you to save my life

I want you to stay dead
I want you to stay out of my life
this haunting hurts hard
I want you to stay buried deep

stay in the cemetary
I will set your tomb on fire
your grave's not deep enough
well my heart is a rusty shovel

I want you to stay dead
I want you to stay out of my life
this haunting hurts hard
I want you to stay buried deep
I want you to stay buried deep




...a live version,very sorry...

(Reed)

Ferryboat Bill, won't you please come home?
You know your wife has married a midget's son
And that's the short and long of it.

....rarer version that can be found on the Fully "Loaded" edition...

...there was times,where you feel so good for the day,and no-one was there to great me,I just had to come back down to your level,through the eye of a syringe,a lonely God...

LYRICS:
(Reed)

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And a
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know


One of the very best songs ever composed...

...Love the part,where the song pauses,and the idle chatter about Billy,"Billy's In Love"...yes I am...

Look out liars and you highlife scum
who gotta keep your victims poor and dumb--
Your
motives and your methods are not disguised
by your silk, soap, sex, or your smiling
lies.

Look out here
you pompous jerk
Look out here
I go berserk

Well I
guess you put me in my place
but I won't forget your stupid face

They gave you power
cuz they knew your needs--
soprano boys get talent when you shoot your seeds.
Well you
laugh to hear what your best friends say--
Old man they laugh when you walk away.

Look
out chief
ridiculous creep
Look out thief
you'll lose your teeth

Well you got
power, now there's competition
and your blind side's turned to the boys with a
mission.

You were sixty-five when you wiggled out--
your mind all twisted and your mom
all shout.
I'm a man with his share of excess nice
but it can't be spared for drooling
lice.

Look out jerk
you ancient slut
I can't endure
Your smirking
smut

Well life is short so don't even try
to bother waving as we pass you by.

Bikini Kill: Tell Me So
Take out a piece of paper
Put your name up in the corner
Take out a piece of paper
Write everything down
Then you can read it back to me
And maybe you can hurt me
You can read it back to me
Maybe you could know something
About me
About me
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
Oh tell me so
I wanna know
Oh tell me so
I wanna know
And don't stall
Tell me now
Oh shower stall
And I fell down, down
Down down down
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
If you are gonna look at me
I am gonna get a prize
Oh tell me so