Telemachus sneezed

Pull-the-carpet-from-under-you... is it hip hop, trip hop or some new thing we need some lame journo sub-genre name for? Anyway, I'm fucking loving this. Thanks to the last decent music writer to come from the Melody Maker/NME axis of evil, Neil Kulkarni, for pointing the way. Read his blog. It makes me not hate music. And also realise I've been ignoring way too much great stuff these last few years.




http://www.kilamanjaro.co.uk/

all governments are liars, thieves and murderers

Every drop of blood that falls

I had to share it with you all

Pain's not pleasure it just hurts

I wept these tears into the dirt

Though I shared it with you all

Men like me have far to fall

I gave you all

Not so much prescience, as something that's always been true

Economic forecast soothe our dereliction
Words of euthanasia, apathy of sick routine
Carried away with useless advertising dreams
Blinding children, life as autonotomes

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit

Barclays iron eagle, "33 injection"
Sold to advertisers, computer execution line
They give and take away, repossess and crucify
The more you own the more you are, lonelier with cheap desire

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit

Prosperity - exports for Pol Pot
Prosperity - Mein Kampf for beginners

NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit
NatWest, NatWest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
Blackhorse apocalypse
Death sanitised through credit

the other best song ever

certainly the best band ever, if we can count Cravats/Dada Cravats Laboratory/DCL Locomotive/The Babymen/The Very Things as one multi-headed creature, and I'm going to, whether you like it or not

 

YOU EAT YOUR STODGY GOO AND YOUR TEETH GO BAD
YOUR BREATH SMELLS OF CIGARETTES AND THAT'S TOO BAD
YOUR DADS DRIVE MARINAS DOWN CUL DE SACS
WHILE YOUR SONS CREEP AROUND IN THEIR PLASTIC MACS

I HATE THE UNIVERSE

HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH THE HUMAN RACE
SWALLOW MY PRIDE, SUCH A BITTER TASTE
BEEN CAGED UP AND TIED DOWN TOO FUCKING LONG
THE PRESSURE SO GREAT CAN SO MANY BE WRONG?

I HATE THE UNIVERSE

2 MILLION YEARS AND WE REACH THIS PLACE
TURN AROUND AND STARE IT IN THE FACE
IF I DESPISE FOR TOO LONG,IT'LL BE TOO LATE
BUT RIGHT AT THE MOMENT ALL I CAN DO IS HATE

I HATE THE UNIVERSE

You're my only friend, you don't even like me (THE best song ever)

the best song ever written and performed by humans
teen angst never summed up more succinctly than the chorus to "My Pal" by God
and that there singer? 17 at the time. damn, man

 

 to be a partyhead
something I could never do
I don't like no one
except for you

you're my only friend
you don't even like me

come on over to my house
I got a plan for you
you're not gonna come
but I want you to


you're my only friend
you don't even like me

one of the bestest songs ever

Saw this on Snub TV in 1989. Already like a bit of REM and a lot of indie, but this was instrumental in steering me towards music that was a tad less "raggghhhh fuck the government", as well as being a fucking spine-tingler of epic proportions.

sitting watching clouds go by
falling across a very wide sky
it's the night of the chill blue
and i'd like to say how I love you
but it's all been said in other songs
and if i try to say it new
then i'll say it wrong
so I think of you, the only one
i wish that it was just us two
but it's you and me and us - that's three
 twinkling stars over foreign lands
silent camel train on desert sands.
 Its the night of the chill blue
and I hope to god you feel this too