Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Work

I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
You've got to admire my cheek -
Trying to work out how to live fast and die young
On seventeen-fifty a week.
A legend in my own cubicle
All alone, never one of the mob
I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
A rebel without a job.

Mark Lamarr

Hard Lines, Faber and Faber

Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.


Most of gangster rap seem to revolve around killing policeman, being in jail and having penetrative sex with “hose”.

"I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert."
- Demetri Martin

Lastenlauluista

Ja sillä on uninen lakki ja sininen uninen vyö,
Ja unista jäätelön palaa se pienillä hampailla syö,
Ja sillä on sininen auto ja se auto hyrrää näin:
Surrur, surrur ja lähtee unen sinistä maata päin.


Muurahaiset aina rakentaa ja rakentaa,
vaan eivätkö ne koskaan valmihiksi saa?
Matkamies käy rantaan lammen vettä juodakseen,
niin peilikuva katsoo alta tyynen veen


Säde vastas: "Peikko kulta,
pimeys vie hengen multa,
enkä toivo kuolemaa.
Pois mun täytyy heti mennä;
ellen kohta valoon lennä,
niin en hetkeäkään elää saa!"

Phallocentric chicks:
they dig guys with big wars.
I just cannot, you know, believe in a war
against chicks when they've got the anti-chick war
thing goin' on.
The women will be like "Ooh, what a cute war!"

Chicks dig war

O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villains part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart.

Nick Cave: Up Jumped The Devil

Satunnaisen nyrkkitappelun hyöty on aika kyseenalainen.

Onnelliset ihmiset eivät hymyile.

Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

No, use my space name!

Tietyssä pisteessä ohjaaja joutuu tilanteeseen, jossa hän pyytää jotain tyyppiä laittamaan hassut viikset nenälleen, pukeutumaan vaatteisiin joita tämä ei normaalisti käytä, ja sanomaan asioita, joita tämä ei normaalisti sano - ja odottaa katsojien uskovan sen.
-- Cronenberg on Cronenberg, s. 210

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

I heard a whisper in my ear
"you are not here, you are not here"
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

The Knife - Kino

I am a dragon and I don't care
I just like to see people scared.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF1kYAZn4o8

"The lightsaber. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room."

"Good. Anger is more productive than despair."

"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."

"Spartans don't die, they just go to hell and regroup."

"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages."

"We are not in trouble, we are trouble."

The Road to Wisdom

The road to wisdom? Well, it's plain
And simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again,
but less
and less
and less.

-- Piet Hein

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the secret news.

Here’s the secret news:

All people are afraid.
No one knows what they’re doing.
Everything is getting worse.
Some people deserve to die.
Your money is worthless.
No one is properly dressed.
At least one of your children will disappoint you.
The system is rigged.
Your house will never be completely clean.
All teachers are incompetent.
There are people who really dislike you.
Nothing is as good as it seems.
Things don’t last.
No one is paying attention.
The country is dying.
God doesn’t care.

George Carlin: The Secret News

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
-- Tanita Tikaram

go go now, you've been set free
another month or so you'll be poisoning me
with your lovely smile
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail
your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
like a real reptile.

-- The Church: Reptile

WILL BOBBA FOR FURNI

DOWN WITH PANTS! UP WITH SKIRTS!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
.
.
.
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
.
.
.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming

and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

What She Was Wearing by Denver Butson
http://www.jonathancarroll.com/blog1/2009/02/carrollblog_224_3.html

"We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the meaning of it all."
- William James, A Pluralistic Universe