Music Saves
I embarked on a cross country journey
to find the song
to save my soul
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is planned in the Spring of 2005....
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I embarked on a cross country journey
to find the song
to save my soul
**
SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is planned in the Spring of 2005....
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Moving day
As we crossed the bridge
the mattress flipped
end-over-
end
out of the truck, into the lake
on its way out to sea
I laughed
at this burial at sea
a lighthearted funeral, it was.
Terry was flabbergasted and
afraid.
.
Everyone else just stared
not certain how to react
torn
between my laughter and Terrys
horror
I slapped Terry, on the back...
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As we crossed the bridge
the mattress flipped
end-over-
end
out of the truck, into the lake
on its way out to sea
I laughed
at this burial at sea
a lighthearted funeral, it was.
Terry was flabbergasted and
afraid.
.
Everyone else just stared
not certain how to react
torn
between my laughter and Terrys
horror
I slapped Terry, on the back...
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NASHVILLE PUSSY
Nugent was always chasing it
I tried to run away, but
the Nashville Pussy found me
took me to the French Quarter
whipped me good and kept me
out all night
When I woke up
in the backseat of my car
a note was pinned to the sleeve
of my shirt
"Thanks for the great night, love
Pussy" it said
I hicupped as...
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Nugent was always chasing it
I tried to run away, but
the Nashville Pussy found me
took me to the French Quarter
whipped me good and kept me
out all night
When I woke up
in the backseat of my car
a note was pinned to the sleeve
of my shirt
"Thanks for the great night, love
Pussy" it said
I hicupped as...
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NASHVILLE PUSSY
Nugent was always chasing it
I tried to run away, but
the Nashville Pussy found me
took me to the French Quarter
whipped me good and kept me
out all night
Whn I woke up
in the backseat of my car
a note was pinned to the sleeve
of my shirt
"Thanks for the great night, love
Pussy" it said
I hicupped as...
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Nugent was always chasing it
I tried to run away, but
the Nashville Pussy found me
took me to the French Quarter
whipped me good and kept me
out all night
Whn I woke up
in the backseat of my car
a note was pinned to the sleeve
of my shirt
"Thanks for the great night, love
Pussy" it said
I hicupped as...
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I work for love
She just steals hearts
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is planned in the Spring of 2005.
For more information email cdgetz@hotmail.com and rainermaria@hotmail.com.
Mike...
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She just steals hearts
**
SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is planned in the Spring of 2005.
For more information email cdgetz@hotmail.com and rainermaria@hotmail.com.
Mike...
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Nights like this
I wonder the streets
At 2 am
Concentrated chaos
Funneling frustration
Feedback and intoxication
Into footsteps
Circling
Her house
Endlessly
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is...
Read More
I wonder the streets
At 2 am
Concentrated chaos
Funneling frustration
Feedback and intoxication
Into footsteps
Circling
Her house
Endlessly
**
SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single favorite song lyric. Publication is...
Read More
Its too cold
To dance in this town
All ambition is frozen
Like my tongue
In the schoolyard
Where all the schoolgirls
Stare, and I
Turn red
Blue
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO MUSIC
I and iamsick are putting together a book of short stories - called Songs My Mother Hated: Short Fiction set to Music - all containing a single...
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Another evening at the End of The World
The band was on stage
bleeding
The crowd felt
sour
Hissing at love songs
starting fights by candlelight
Children were abandoned
Comets rained down
Teardrops were constant
- This isnt much of a party
I said, he answered
- Sometimes there is singing. Sometimes there is mass suicide
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SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO...
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The band was on stage
bleeding
The crowd felt
sour
Hissing at love songs
starting fights by candlelight
Children were abandoned
Comets rained down
Teardrops were constant
- This isnt much of a party
I said, he answered
- Sometimes there is singing. Sometimes there is mass suicide
**
SONGS MY MOTHER HATED:
SHORT FICTION SET TO...
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Planes Mistaken For Stars are a four piece band of rawkus power and cutting insight. They punch you square in the face and laugh at you as you watch it begin to make sense. Coming out of the rust belt in Peoria, Illinois and heading to hardcore heaven Denver?
Planes Mistaken For Stars have made a decent little name for themselves in their 6 years...
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Planes Mistaken For Stars have made a decent little name for themselves in their 6 years...
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abigailr:
one of my favorite bands. they put on a great show.
oskar:
I think one of the first songs i like of them was "Copper and Stars"... the energy in it is awesome
Drums and Tuba is a trio of pop music. Some of the music is made with a tuba, there are some electronics, drums and masterful guitar playing. The band released its last full-length studio album, Mostly Ape, on Ani DiFrancos Righteous Babe Records in 2002. A mostly instrumental group, Drums and Tuba make their living finding a groove and exploiting it.
They always bring an...
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They always bring an...
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germany:
i saw them open for an Ani concert about a year ago... absolutely amazing and ever so moving. this crew deserves publicity and a good rep. thanks for highlighting people that really have great music, and not just the hollywood hype...
germany:
burstandbloom said:
Keith said:
I don't mean to be critical, but, typically, you should only ask a band questions that you or the average fan don't already know the answer to. Y'know?
]
the questions you ask
depend on the goal of the interview
long enough
to realize each style can be effective in certain places
keith i believe that was just plain rude...
please check out these web sites
get over yourself
criticism
Suicide Girls
Were always lounging in the Champagne Room
blowing money on
excess and street philosophy
Tragic clowns drop tears
as we break heads
Dropping our panties
giving handjobs in the backroom
Snipers are all around us
watching
as we exchange kisses (never on the mouth)
Bullets whiz by and every once in a while
we stop them
just to learn how blood flows
**...
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Were always lounging in the Champagne Room
blowing money on
excess and street philosophy
Tragic clowns drop tears
as we break heads
Dropping our panties
giving handjobs in the backroom
Snipers are all around us
watching
as we exchange kisses (never on the mouth)
Bullets whiz by and every once in a while
we stop them
just to learn how blood flows
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Plane rides
to Clownland
If your next stop is Tampa
you're fucked
We are going to the center of the obvious
to find the idiots
who parade as geniuses
and the geniuses
who are swine
In this zoo full of clowns, the bow-tie
is essential -
tied tight around your adrenal glands
denying your every orgasm
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SHORT FICTION SET TO...
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to Clownland
If your next stop is Tampa
you're fucked
We are going to the center of the obvious
to find the idiots
who parade as geniuses
and the geniuses
who are swine
In this zoo full of clowns, the bow-tie
is essential -
tied tight around your adrenal glands
denying your every orgasm
**
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SHORT FICTION SET TO...
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sadisticmika:
How is it possible that TWO poeople have met the wrter, Kate Northrop (one of m faourites...) Jough had dinner with her, and plaingurl has met her too, quite nice person, that!
God... I am thinin of going to a workshop, but my ego is fering the inevitable worse of metric hobbling doggerel generating 'anyone cn do it', my boyfriend sucks, im sad poets!!! yikes!!!
Comunique.
Et ce fut toujours vindage pour ange.
-Artaud.
My Existence, in birth throes,
restlessly spat from the
Mouth of God. What a Shame,
Ours. A god who wanted
nothing more to do with it.
Here lies, all my histories, forward;
The foul taste in creation's mouth.
Spring has Lilacs, but, still,
Snow falls some day, if not this
and then another way.
I don't need to concern myself,
with that tired, fey boredom,
I've got those slags, those sculptured girls
drawn down upon St. Peters Street;
trading it in, what it? Whose it? Life? for
A Just mortgaged exorcism.
An excorcism of a purity.
We bought it, and we built it,
We sold it to them, and how foul!
What a taste, a non-state; upon
these blistered fringes of
Gods mouth; Je Suis
Only made only
(not for the Halelujeah); yet---
Only for the speaking, of a gospel
to
the non-moment
the non-existence
the non-death
A chain letter you've left unread, and well,
It only ever was made to...
Your future boy, pick up the Oblique
God-Card, Hanging Man, King
Word of god in epitaph,
A future, a horizon, a means, to...
tell you of your very own future,
You own it boy! It's yours, will you
Go quietly, do not otherwise,
Follow the letters, it's yours boy,
one thousand notorious histories
laid out, down as one--- and;
quite simply it reads:
here lies.
God... I am thinin of going to a workshop, but my ego is fering the inevitable worse of metric hobbling doggerel generating 'anyone cn do it', my boyfriend sucks, im sad poets!!! yikes!!!
Comunique.
Et ce fut toujours vindage pour ange.
-Artaud.
My Existence, in birth throes,
restlessly spat from the
Mouth of God. What a Shame,
Ours. A god who wanted
nothing more to do with it.
Here lies, all my histories, forward;
The foul taste in creation's mouth.
Spring has Lilacs, but, still,
Snow falls some day, if not this
and then another way.
I don't need to concern myself,
with that tired, fey boredom,
I've got those slags, those sculptured girls
drawn down upon St. Peters Street;
trading it in, what it? Whose it? Life? for
A Just mortgaged exorcism.
An excorcism of a purity.
We bought it, and we built it,
We sold it to them, and how foul!
What a taste, a non-state; upon
these blistered fringes of
Gods mouth; Je Suis
Only made only
(not for the Halelujeah); yet---
Only for the speaking, of a gospel
to
the non-moment
the non-existence
the non-death
A chain letter you've left unread, and well,
It only ever was made to...
Your future boy, pick up the Oblique
God-Card, Hanging Man, King
Word of god in epitaph,
A future, a horizon, a means, to...
tell you of your very own future,
You own it boy! It's yours, will you
Go quietly, do not otherwise,
Follow the letters, it's yours boy,
one thousand notorious histories
laid out, down as one--- and;
quite simply it reads:
here lies.
september_____:
No long ass story my dad lost his job got offered one in New York for much more money me and my rents don't get along as is so they are moving up there once i graduate and im moving in with my boyfriend and our friend David. BTW sorry i haven't called you back or left a note things have been heteic (sp) and im sure you noticed by now my cell phone has been turned off caues i get through to customer service to re-connect me.But there is a Sisterhood Drag show coming up next weekend and there is one at the Pub on tuesday let me know if you need info and im still interested in working with you also.Don't worry i haven't forgotten about ya 
and bleh. my team lost. oh well. i'm too hungry to think of anything else to say (and can't even seem to make what i am saying make sense) so i'm going back to waiting on sushi. to be delivered, that is. not in general.
love.
-B.