Music = Life.
85%
"Around here, this is what passes for reality.
The kind of security they now have at airports, imagine that kind of crackdown at all libraries schools, theatres, bookstores, after the culling song leaks out. Anywhere information might be disseminated, you'll find armed guards.
The airwaves will be as empty as a public swimming pool during a polio scare. After that, only a few government broadcasts will air. Only well-scrubbed news and music. After that, any music, books, and movies will be tested on lab animals or volunteer convicts before release to the public.
Instead of surgical masks, people will wear earphones that will give them the soothing constant protection of safe music or bird songs. People will pay for a supply of "pure" news, a source for "safe" information and entertainment. The way milk and meat and blood are inspected, imagine books and music and movies being filtered and homogenized.
Certified.
Approved for consumption.
People will be happy to give up most of their culture for the assurance that the tiny bit that comes through is safe and clean.
White noise.
Imagine a world of silence where any sound loud enough or long enough to harbor a deadly poem would be banned. No more motorcycles, lawn mowers, jet planes, electric blenders, hair dryers. A world where people are afraid to listen, afraid they'll hear something behind the din of traffic. Some toxic words buried in the loud music playing next door.
Imagine a higher and higher resistance to language.
No one talks because no one dares to listen.
The deaf shall inherit the earth.
And the illiterate.
The isolated.
Imagine a world of hermits."
"Imagine a new Dark Age.
Imagine the books burning.
And the tapes and films and files, the radios and televisions, will all go into the same bonfire.
If we're preventing that world or creating it, I don't know...."
- Chuck Palahniuk - Lullaby
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once upon a time
there was Candy and Dan
things were very hot that year
all the wax was melting in the trees
he would climb balconies
climb everything
do anything for her
oh Danny boy
thousands of birds
the tiniest birds
adorned her hair
everything was gold
one night the bed caught fire
he was handsome and a very good criminal
we lived on sunlight and chocolate bars
it was the afternoon of extravegant delight
Danny the daredevil
Candy went missing
the days' last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks
I wanna try it your way this time
you came into my life really fast and I liked it
we squelched in the mud of our joy
I was wet-thighed with surrender
then there was a gap in things
and the whole earth tilted
this is the business
this is what we're after
with you inside me comes the hatch of death
and perhaps I'll simply never sleep again
the monster in the pool
we are a proper family now
with cats and chickens and runner beans
everywhere I looked
and sometimes I hate you
friday-
I didn't mean that mother of the blueness
angel of the storm
remember me in my opaqueness
you pointed at the sky
that one called Sirius or dog star
but on earth
fly away sun, ha ha
fucking ha, you are so funny Dan
a vase of flowers by the bed
my bare blue knees at dawn
these ruffled sheets
and you are gone and I'm going to bed
I broke your head on the back of the bed
but the baby died in the morning
I gave him a name
his name was Thomas
poor little god
his heart pounds like a voodoo drum
-Candy
These wankers pretty much rule.
(even though half their fans are batshit crazy ;p).
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