.I rented a Chinese movie DVD;
大红灯笼高高挂
(Raise The Red Lantern)
Apart from the scene when she shouted 'you're all
murderers!', I found it boring. Slow pace and
unvaried scenery. Just a few dull interlinked
couryards, no nature. Dont care about the
characters, they can carry on being boring
concubines or kill each other - boring either way.
Avoid this film.
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|O >|
John Peel on radio -the voice of authority; '..and
that record can be found on Shit Catapault Records..'
.Sing-A-long-With-Me
http://www.blocparty.com/special/Bloc_Party_-_Banquet_(Unmixed).mp3
A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I can give you life, I can take it away
A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I'm working it out
Why'd you feel so underrated?
Why'd you feel so negated?
Turning away from the light
Becoming adult
Turning into my soul
I wanted to bite not destroy
To feel her underneath
Turning into my soul
She don't think straight
She's got such a dirty mind and it never ever stops
And you don't taste like her and you never ever will
And we don't read the papers, we don't read the news
Heaven's never enough, we will never be fooled
And if you feel a little left behind
I will see you on the other side
Cos I'm on fire
I'm on fire when you come
I'm on fire so stub me out
[Words: Kele]
.. ..... . .. .
All about growing up? (into a soulless killer?)
http://www.blocparty.com/
has a link to an essay on teenagers. The writer
seems to have a low opinion of them (does Kele?);
http://www.home-school.com/Articles/PlattTeenagers.html
The thoughts "I can beget a child," or "I can bear
a child," "I will die," and "I am alone," have
often been the beginning of wisdom. The Teenager
flees them. The Teenager cannot stand to be alone.
NME says:
"Bloc Party are four bookish men with lank fringes
who look they could do with a hot pie and come from
east London - not the bit where the web design
companies and swank bars with reductive names
('Drink', 'Bar', 'Booze') are, but the knackered
part where homeless people sell busted second hand
shoes from blankets on the pavement for 20 pence.
Anyway, galvinised by the post-punk/punk-funk
revival, their first single mashes together The
Cure, Gang Of Four, Sonic Youth and Joy Division in
a jerky yelpfest. Bloc Party is a borderline
terrible name (but far better than when they were
called The Angel Range) and there's a section on
their band website labelled 'Discourse' where they
talk very very seriously about ART and MUSIC and
CULCHA in the manner of the early Manics, but hey,
at least they care. So yeah. Another week, another
great single from a new band. We're as confused and
pleased as you."
=== =-- - --- --- -=--=
http://www.epitonic.com/files/reg/songs/mp3/And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead-Mistakes_And_Regrets.mp3
^^Type a fake email address and you're away!
If I could make a list
Of my mistakes and regrets
I'd put your name on top
And every line after it
Because every inch of hope
Becomes a world of shame
I've had to walk through
Each and every day
And if I screamed you were wrong
At the top of my lungs
It would never return
All the faith that I've lost
Because there is nothing left to say
That has not been said
If I shouted, would you listen
I don't think it'd even sink in
If you forget how to feel
Reach inside your chest
Is there a heart beating?
Is there just emptiness?
. ..... . . . .
Really melodramatic, but delivered with such a
driving tempo ...it rocks!
.Sing-A-long-With-Me http://www.blocparty.com/special/Bloc_Party_-_Banquet_(Unmixed).mp3 A heart of stone, a smoking gun I can give you life, I can take it away A heart of stone, a smoking gun I'm working it out Why'd you feel so underrated? Why'd you feel so negated? Turning away from the light Becoming adult Turning into my soul I wanted to bite not destroy To feel her underneath Turning into my soul She don't think straight She's got such a dirty mind and it never ever stops And you don't taste like her and you never ever will And we don't read the papers, we don't read the news Heaven's never enough, we will never be fooled And if you feel a little left behind I will see you on the other side Cos I'm on fire I'm on fire when you come I'm on fire so stub me out [Words: Kele] .. ..... . .. . All about growing up? (into a soulless killer?) http://www.blocparty.com/ has a link to an essay on teenagers. The writer seems to have a low opinion of them (does Kele?); http://www.home-school.com/Articles/PlattTeenagers.html The thoughts "I can beget a child," or "I can bear a child," "I will die," and "I am alone," have often been the beginning of wisdom. The Teenager flees them. The Teenager cannot stand to be alone. NME says: "Bloc Party are four bookish men with lank fringes who look they could do with a hot pie and come from east London - not the bit where the web design companies and swank bars with reductive names ('Drink', 'Bar', 'Booze') are, but the knackered part where homeless people sell busted second hand shoes from blankets on the pavement for 20 pence. Anyway, galvinised by the post-punk/punk-funk revival, their first single mashes together The Cure, Gang Of Four, Sonic Youth and Joy Division in a jerky yelpfest. Bloc Party is a borderline terrible name (but far better than when they were called The Angel Range) and there's a section on their band website labelled 'Discourse' where they talk very very seriously about ART and MUSIC and CULCHA in the manner of the early Manics, but hey, at least they care. So yeah. Another week, another great single from a new band. We're as confused and pleased as you." === =-- - --- --- -=--= http://www.epitonic.com/files/reg/songs/mp3/And_You_Will_Know_Us_By_The_Trail_Of_Dead-Mistakes_And_Regrets.mp3 ^^Type a fake email address and you're away! If I could make a list Of my mistakes and regrets I'd put your name on top And every line after it Because every inch of hope Becomes a world of shame I've had to walk through Each and every day And if I screamed you were wrong At the top of my lungs It would never return All the faith that I've lost Because there is nothing left to say That has not been said If I shouted, would you listen I don't think it'd even sink in If you forget how to feel Reach inside your chest Is there a heart beating? Is there just emptiness? . ..... . . . . Really melodramatic, but delivered with such a driving tempo ...it rocks!
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