1. Erase you

    She was buried for a long time
    Disappeared into the night
    She had a voodoo smile
    And a devil inside
    So she’s been down to the ???
    Spitting words out like her name
    They got devils inside
    That explode in your face

    You gotta be so careful
    Don’t talk in your sleep
    You gotta be so careful
    ‘Cause the souls can hear

    He was quiet for a long time
    He never was asleep at night
    He knew every little short cut
    He did everything right

    Trying to be so careful
    So he wouldn’t speak
    Trying to be so careful
    To hide his disease

    Under the blood red sky
    Under the blood red
    Under the blood red sky
    Under the blood red

    Erase you
    ???
    Broken free
    ‘Cause it’s feeding time
    And they’re sharpening their teeth

    Erase you
    Can’t hear the noise when it gets too much
    When it gets too much you can’t hear the noise

    Erase you
    Can’t hear the noise when it gets too much
    When it gets too much you can’t hear the noise…

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     


  2. The Heartbleed Bug

     

  3. The Road to Serfdom

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     


  4. it should be more like “How much does the actual Debt Star cost?”

    Anyway who cares or whatsoever anymore.

     

  5. Awol One and Daddy Kev - The Rules Of The Week

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     

  6. SONIC YOUTH – In The Kingdom 19


    Aaaah
    He did what he had to do
    He asked no questions
    He had few conversations
    The tar glistens in the noon heat
    He tread across the grass, up onto, and down off of, the concrete abutments

    Mirage on the highway
    Ghosts in the tunnel
    The dark cave

    Out into the blinding light of day at breakneck speed
    Every bolt rumbling

    Glistening highway mirage groans
    The slick surface
    Careening into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard
    Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of pure terror for
    400 yards
    Over and over

    With one final back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
    Wheeehah

    The beautiful paint job hopelessly marred

    Smoke and flames

    Alright
    So nice
    He moved to the small creature
    Screeching whistles of steam blowing off
    On it’s back, wheels spinning like a cinema classic
    The door sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to
    The pavement
    The car still rattling and shaking as if with a mind of it’s own, unwilling
    To die
    The man, 40ish, also after a time, an agonizingly painful period of time

    Is also unwilling to die

    Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the highway
    But what? what can I do?
    I cannot move, everything is about broken
    Blood everywhere, mixing with oil and gas
    What’s moving, must turn my head
    Pain, white light, blinded
    Some guy there kneeling in the blinded mirage of white light
    All my strength to ‘heeeeeelp’
    Screaming now help me please
    He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck
    Onto his grimy coat sleeve
    Coughing blood
    What’s happen?
    He’s he’s inching towards truth
    He strode of into the woods with the animal
    It still lived
    He didn’t glance back at all

    Still out ghosting the road
    Death on the highway
    Words crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven
    I cannot move
    I’m beneath the great weight
    I cannot see
    My eyes are blinded
    I am in the darkness

    That’s it

    {very low in the mix}
    In panic I forget it
    In despair I need it
    In my mind I save it
    In death I have it
    {then a bit louder}
    In panic I forget it
    In despair I need it

    I shouldn’t laugh
    Hah hah hah
    Yeah really
    Oh

    In panic I forget it
    In despair I need it
    In my mind I save it
    In death I have it
    [Thurston?]
    Never gave a damn about the meterman
    I was the man who had to read the meters, man

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     

  7. ZOO Brother /Fourth of JULY

    #music against collapse

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     


  8. Are You Crazy To Continue Believing In Collapse? That it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean you’re wrong by James H. Kunstler Wednesday, March 5, 2014, 5:16 AM http://www.peakprosperity.com/blog/84902/crazy-continue-believing-collapse . “…The fraud is present in the abuse and misrepresentation of official statistics used as metrics in government policy, in the pervasive accounting chicanery of that same government in its fiscal dealings, as well as in our leading financial institutions and corporations, including control fraud in banking, interest rate rigging, mortgage and title fraud, front-running, naked shorting, re-hypothecation, money laundering, pumping-and-dumping, channel stuffing, the endless innovation of swindles, and, most importantly, the fundamental mispricing of the cost of money, which reverberates through everything else, most particularly real estate, stocks, and bonds. Beyond that, in the shadows of the shadowland known as shadow banking, a liminal realm of secrets and intrigues, only a few are privileged to know what is going on, and you can be sure they only know their end of the trade — while immense sums of ever more abstract “money” slosh through the derivative sewers on their way to oblivion in the ocean of failed trust. So, don’t feel bad if this colossal armature of folly still stands, and have faith that the blinding light of God’s judgment will eventually shine even unto the watery depths where failed trust has sunk. Sooner or later the relationship between reality and truth re-sets to the calculus of what is actually happening.” j.k.
     

  9. A Horse With No Name

    On the first part of the journey,
    I was looking at all the life.
    There were plants and birds. and rocks and things,
    There was sand and hills and rings.
    The first thing I met, was a fly with a buzz,
    And the sky, with no clouds.
    The heat was hot, and the ground was dry,
    But the air was full of sound.

    I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
    It felt good to be out of the rain.
    In the desert you can remember your name,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
    La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

    After two days, in the desert sun,
    My skin began to turn red.
    After three days, in the desert fun,
    I was looking at a river bed.
    And the story it told, of a river that flowed,
    Made me sad to think it was dead.

    You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
    It felt good to be out of the rain.
    In the desert you can remember your name,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

    After nine days, I let the horse run free,
    ‘Cause the desert had turned to sea.
    There were plants and birds, and rocks and things,
    There was sand and hills and rings.
    The ocean is a desert, with its life underground,
    And a perfect disguise above.
    Under the cities lies, a heart made of ground,
    But the humans will give no love.

    You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name,
    It felt good to be out of the rain.
    In the desert you can remember your name,
    ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.

    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la
    La la, la, la la la la, la la la, la, la

    (Source: youtube.com)

     
     


  10. This is not america D BOWIE

    One excerpt from Ytube:

    -“This was always America. Racist, bigoted, and prejudice down to the last brick. This country was built on the backs of slaves and bodies of [my distant] Native American brothers and sisters, who of which they are still discovering in mass graves underneath Manhattan, NY. As it has always been, America is an authoritarian police-state. The only reason White people want to sing these kinds of songs now is because now the police are treating you the same way they treated African Americans for over 500 years, and you pale-skinned people do not like that. You are hypocrites, as is the Constitution which states that all men are equal under God, ‘men’ defined as pale-skinned elitist with property and not men as in mankind. What white people call a “police-state” or the “New World Order”, we black people have been living in since we arrived in this [stolen] country. What else is new”

    From user patrick P.