My name is Jesse Gordon Donelan.
I'm human.
Pleased to grace yr cyber presence.
"BORN INTO TROUBLE AS THE SPARKS FLY UPWARDS:
Dear brothers + sisters,
enemies and friends,
why are we all so alone here?
all we need is a little more hope,
a little more joy, a little more light,
a little less weight, a little more freedom.If we were an army,
and we believed we were an army
and we believed that everyone was scared,
like little lost children in their
grown-up clothes + poses,
so we ended up alone here, floating
through long wasted days or
great tribulations -
while everything felt wrong;good words, strong words,
words that could've moved mountains!
words that no-one ever said,
we were all waiting to hear those words
+ no-one ever said them
but the tactics never hatched
and the plans were never mapped
and we all learned not to believe -and strange lonesome monsters
loafed through the hills wondering
'why?'
and it is best to never,
ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever,
ever, ever wonder why.so tangle! oh, tangle us up
in bright red ribbons!
lets have a parade!
its been so long since we had a parade,
so lets have a parade,
lets invite all our friends!
and all of our friend's friends!
lets prominate down the boulevard
with terrific pride + light in our eyes,
12 foot tall and staggering, sick with joy
with all the angels there
and light in our eyes...
Brothers + sisters,
hope still waits in the wings -
like a bitter spinster
who paitent, lonely + shivering
waits to build up glorious fires,its because of our plans man -
all of our beautiful, ridiclious plans,
lets launch them like screaming jet-planes!
lets crash all of our planes into the river!
lets build strange + radiant machines -
because Jericho is waiting to fall."
- A Silver Mt. Zion
Andy Warhol - "Eat"
Steve Reich - 'Eight Lines'
Mono - 'The Kidnapper Bell'
Glenn Branca solo 1978
Primus - To Defy The Laws Of Tradition
