Tuesday, July 29, 2003

"bands" are an out-moded concept since maybe when the beatles broke up. bad thinking juju. now we all existentialist designers. i have a new design for used books in my upcoming commodity offering for the autumn of 2003. let me tell you what i'm thinking.... 2:08:05 PM    comment []

beth don't wanna let me get my head tatooed "white nigger trash". silly girl. proper labelling will save us all time in the future. mary beth, vanderbilt station hostess, asks me where i would live in the city? mary beth, like amda girls of yore, don't really twig i live in a different dimension from her. the nineties in new york a nightmare. i got me a nice town to hipster in and the fucking friends watching pseuds come and fuck it up. but that was the price we payed to have nice streets for seven year olds to play in. nightmares don't much worry me. i tell my brethren: "if it means we gotta smell suit stink and seven year olds have better lives as far as i'm concerned you can hold your fucking nose. babies live in the short term so you just gonna have to make your hip ass hard." i believe much the same of the privatisation of public housing. it's gonna make some poor kids rich so let's cut the deal. it'll make some rich kids richer. everything fucking does. but then rich kids have to live with each other. they're really dull. trust me, i have done research. 2:02:35 PM    comment []

i've been working on this motherfucking song for like six years or maybe more, and even sort of hard, for me, since the summer of 2000 when what had been the song disappeared into the bridge. and i wrote some more on it today so it goes like this: dear lord i do believe i've sinned again/ inside my head, my dirty head/ it's always been the problem. malcolm, my brother, you'd be surprised/ i hate my blood, every drop of it/ plymouth rock, it slips and slides/ i fall down, or it falls on me./ {bridge}/ this kid i know lives in phoenix/ in a ghetto/ where white kids are kept./ you get in your car/ you drive real far/ but there's never anywhere to get./ you drive in circles and you/ get a taste for speed./ the only one in the world i wanna be/ is neil young./ i was sold on sadness./ o y o y o y o y o y o neil boy/ why?/ it's pretty stupid./ {end bridge}/ matthew, my brother, what can i say?/ it wasn't me who made the world this way./ i'm all i've got, o what am i?/ how should i live? and if not now when?/ dear lord i do believe i've sinned again/ inside my head, my dirty head/ it's always been the problem./ sweet jesus, you're so strange/ you wanna hang up on that cross/ oh say? can you see my house from there?/ can't you see i languish?/ i'm confused and anguished/ i'm held prisoner by your faith. 1:35:25 PM    comment []