A Random Image

Jett Superior laid this on you on || April 12, 2001 || 9:47 pm

The world as I see it at present
Thank God for sewage treatment facilities (for without them we would be in a world of shit….literally)

What is it about them? What is it about the boy who knows how to slide right inside you with low-slung, precisely off-delivered phrasings and the note held to … right….there? I remember first awakening to the dangerous quality of music thanks to Van Morrison, via Them. ‘Gloria‘…That song nicked things in me that I was just beginning to discover. If Bono lent depth and self-discovery in my spiritual arena, then surely Van Morrison sullied me sexually in a musical sense.

And after him came Jim Morrison and Otis Redding and Leonard Cohen and Mick Jagger and David Gahan and Sandman and Nick Cave and Shane MacGowan.

Jeez Pete, I nearly forgot Prince and Johnny Cash, rowr. And Curt Stigers, how could I forget HIM? And Iggy Pop….

There are SO many (Chris Cornell) that need to be included; those whose voices travel my nether regions and lift me up off of this menial plane of existence.

And how much do they know??

Unknown the unlit world of old / You’re the sounds I never heard before / Off the map where the wild things grow / Another world outside my door / Here I stand I’m all alone / Drive me down the pitch black road

You’re a bedtime story / The one that keeps the curtains closed / And I hope you’re waiting for me / ‘Cause I can’t make it on my own

I can’t make it on my own.

Morphine, ‘The Night’

Nobody worked it out »

Don´t be shy. Lay it on me.

RSS feed for comments on this post.

(you know you want to)