compser: Sainte-Saenz
Yeah there's nothing obscure or difficult about this, you can find it anywhere, I downloaded this on limewire in about 50 seconds. But it's great, so enjoy it.
WARNING: CLASSICAL MUSIC
R.I.P. Dan Curtis, creator of Dark Shadows...
Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti, recited by Jonathan Frid (Barnabas Collins), music by Robert Cobert...
"Beautiful Pea Green Boat was a band who suffered from bad timing. Their debut CD came out on a Californian label called C’est La Mort in 1989. If their music had come out five years earlier, they could have had a career on the seminal 4AD label. Had they released their CD five years later, they could have had a career on Projekt. Not quite innovative enough to be considered in the same breath as Cocteau Twins or This Mortal Coil, and a little too soon to ride on the slew of ethereal bands on Projekt inspired by the 4AD crowd. But now that I think about it, Heather Wright’s voice was probably a little too good for the Projekt crowd...
"BPGB had two records that were compiled into one full CD, “Still Life.” Discogs.com shows that they had a follow-up called “Maremma & Other Stories” on a German label, but almost all of the tracks appear on “Still Life.” There appears to be a 12 inch record or two, and that’s it.
"According to Discogs (and other sources), the singer Heather Wright left BPGB to form a more acoustic band called Doris. Discogs lists that band has having exactly one 12 inch record release. Anyone have any more info on this band? What’s Heather Wright doing now?"
Bio taken from EmptyFree.com
The Rubber Room, by Porter Wagoner
This serves as an excellent companion to PSYCHO below. Check out the heavy echo on Porter near the end. LOOSE YER MINDS!
I know nothing except that this is from the mid-60s, that Elvis Costello covered it, and that it is AWESOME.
Since I can't sleep, here's another song I can't stop listening to.
Shri Siddha Siddeshvari Mata Haidhakandeshvariji Aarati by Nina Hagen, from her album of sacred hindu music OM NAMAH SHIVAY!
This cd came out a few years ago when I was living in dallas and could only find it on tower records website for like $25. I bought it then and have since seen it used several times for $7ish.. Oh well Ive enjoyed it all these years more.
Everytime I get thise cd out of the stacks this one of the two songs I play seriously over and over. It really gets me.
Earlier, last month I guess, I went on an online excursion for the weird and irritating song There's A New Sound (The Sound of Worms) by Tony Burrello.
Well I found the song, and posted it here. That search sent me to find info about the ERNIE KOVACS RECORD COLLECTION cd (see link in previous post) which I got from the inter-library loan today.
Well of course it's great. To make a long story short, two great tracks are by Leona Anderson, who performed live on the Kovacs show. Both of these I've posted here are from her album Music to Suffer By.
This ffirst song makes me soo happy. It's called Fish.
Rats in My Room
Subsequent to her better known appearance in Fellini's La Dolce Vita, Nico starred in a 1963 (European softcore?) film called Strip-Tease. The title theme song, written by Serge Gainsbourg, was sung in this demo version by Nico herself, although Juliette Greco was ultimately selected to sing the official version which appeared in the film and on the soundtrack LP. Nico's demo remained unreleased for forty years until it appeared on a 3-CD box of Serge Gainsbourg's film music...
"THE LAST WORDS OF HASSAN SABBAH"
Oiga amigos! Oiga amigos! Paco! Enrique!
Last words of Hassan Sabbah,
The Old Man of the Mountain!
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatories,
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever! To sell the ground from unborn feet forever? For Eve-R
Listen to my last words, any world! Listen if you value the bodies
for which you would sell all souls forever!
I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus
I have not come to explain or tidy up
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs,
the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don't I come over with the board, and drink Coca-Cola and make it?
"Now for God's sake, don’t let that Coca-Cola thing out!"
Thing is right, Mr. Whoever is responsible for that Who-Done-It!
Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss!
So you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that
were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up?
You have the wrong name and the wrong number!
Mr. Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller
"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal! Don't let that out!
Disaster, unevaluable disaster!
Don't show them that, these things take time and that's my business."
As usual, Mr. Luce! Short time to go. Minutes to go!
Blue heavy metal people.
"Don't let that out! Don't show them the blues!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
"And don't whatever you do let them see us."
Crab men! Tape worms! Intestinal parasites!
Squeezing the air and shitting it out, and eat it again, forever!
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing! Don't let us pay!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates, cartels of the Earth?
The great banking families of the world?
French, English, American?
Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Mr. Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the Centipede Hype,
The Short Time Racket, the Heavy Metal Gimmick?
All right, Mr. Burroughs, who bears my name and my words, bear it all the way
For all to see, in Times Square, in Piccadilly,
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!
Listen: The word comes before English American German French,
and pain and live are arsenic for all
How the bones went - use never you have light
All of you, all all all, green people crab people blue heavy metal people,
compliments of Mr. Burroughs for the Heavy Metal Gimmick
”Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing!
Premature, premature, reconversion, reconversion blues."
Shall I show them the blues?
"No! No! No!
Premature! Premature! Premature!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
I say to all: these words are not premature, these words may be too late.
Minutes to go. Minutes to go. Minutes to goo. Minutes to green goo.
What I have to say is everywhere now
Rub out the word Jew and you rub out the word Hitler
The answer comes before the question
My words are for all - for all,
I repeat for all!
No one is excluded!
Free to all who pay, free to all who paying pay, for all to see,
for all to see!
In Piccadilly, in Times Square, Place de la Concorde,
In all the streets and plazas of the world!
Pay, pay, pay!
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!
See my writing the silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
Take what is not yours to skies squeezing the eye bodies forever
All out of time! All into space! Forever!
You cannot take words into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah
You cannot take woman into space
I repeat, you cannot take woman into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah
See my writing silent - across all your skies,
The silent writing of Brion Gysin - Hassan Sabbah.
The silent writing of space, the writing of Hassan Sabbah.
Look, Look, Look!
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the great nations, the all powerful boards
and syndicates of the Earth?
These are the words of liars, and cowards, and collaborators and traitors
Collaborators with insect people,
With any people anywhere who offer you a body forever, to shit forever.
For this you have sold your sons forever,
The ground under unborn feet forever!
Traitors to all souls everywhere!
You on the board, who want others to pay for you,
With your deals to take what is not yours!
And leave your human animals to be eaten alive by the crab people,
to go down the drain in green shit and piss.
The green deal
"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
You on the board, who now say:
"Protect us from our our gooks,
Protect us from our human animals."
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?
"Protect us from our gooks, our dogs, our human animals!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, the all powerful syndicates,
the all powerful governments and nations of the Earth?
Liars! Liars! Liars! Cowards! Cowards! Cowards!
Who cannot even face your own dogs!
Traitors to all souls everywhere! Sold out to shit forever:
You miserable collaborators,
Now ask the protection of Hassan Sabbah?
Are these the words of the all powerful boards?
"Protect us from our gooks, our human animals!”
No, no, no, I will not protect you,
And you will never use the name of Hassan Sabbah - William Burroughs
to cover your green shit deals with crab men.
With the Elders of Minraud.
Listen, listen, listen:
I rub out all the words and reports of the board forever
I rub out your thing police forever, for Eve-R
I rub out the words of Marx Lenin Einstein Freud fraud forever
I rub out the formulas of Einstein Oppenheimer forever
I rub out their words forever
I rub out the Qabalah forever
I rub out the Talmud forever
I rub out all the formulas and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word forever
Listen, all all all,
In you I cancel all your words forever
You cannot take words with you into space
That is all all all, Hassan Sabbah.
- William S Burroughs (1914-1997)