Pop 'till you drop

A mighty catchy number from Portland's The Decemberists (coming to a college radio station near you). They sing about giant whales and shit... though NOT AT ALL LIKE IRON MAIDEN BECAUSE THEY DO IT IRONICALLY OK:



Tie him to a pole break his fingers to splinters.

Drill, Baby, Drill!

Cats foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Blood rack barbed wire
Polititians funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.

A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound

And now a word on international politics, about, y'know, what makes the world turn.

God is on our side

Dividing presence from our history...the deaf men from the listening ones.

So pure; so cold

Take me. Can't you feel the call?

And the mountains are forever cold.

They have a saying: Labor is a song of Joy and Happiness! (Everyday is Labor Day)

In the capitalist economy there are hundreds of billions of unemployed beggars living in squalor and slavery for the corporate capitalist profit of the Bush clique who steal pennies from poor ethnic minority black negro african children in a bid to make "Israel" richer with greed, thus creating a situation bordering on the brink which the imperialist always push. This is seen by the WHOLE WORLD as the criminal hell produced by capitalist hegemony.

But in the DPRK under the wise leadership of Dear Leader Comrade Generalissimo Kim Jong Il the peerlessly great brilliant commander of Songun, the Juche socialist revolution has made the socialist Motherland into the country where every comrade has a job, thus living the happy life of a song and joy of contributing to the building of the great socialist prosperous powerfull independant country into the Korean style.

Blessed are the people to live under the wise guidance of Comrade Kim Jong Il. MANSE!!!

Sometimes you just gotta get away

I hear the South East Asian slums are lovely this time of year. They've just got so much soul.