Songs & Stories: Rock & Roll Genocide

“Expect the unexpected!” That was a big part of the show’s message this Sunday, one hosted by a rather unexpected surprise guest rebel by the name of Gregory.

The topic was the True History of Rock and Roll, and Gregory, the former front-man of a little-known but extremely influential punk band Kike Up Y’er Arse, brought his considerable sexpertise to bear on the topic. Below, is the show:

As should be clear to anyone with a slight clue as to how the world operates, the topic could well be translated into His Story of The Prostitutes [bitch-boys and shameless hussies] That He Sodomized. Just ask Mozart, ass-fetishist extraordinaire, and hence big-time international pop sensation. He knew the game. Rock me Amadeus!!! Technically, that jingle shoulda been “Toss me, Amadeus?”

You will never understand the devolution of Rock and Roll unless you comprehend the appeal that young men have for the Priest Class. If you can honestly look at any of the above and see anything other than the promotion of prostitutes, than you are either ignorant [ignorance-removal machine], or as Gregory might say, f’kin daft!

There has obviously been more than enough Shit/Pop/Poop put out by the Medes, that one could devote several shows over to the topic of tearing down these Talentless Servants of Dis. After putting together the above bit of Truth, I was reminded of a recent comment by one annemarie, informing me of the below set of wonderful playtoys for your children (yes, it’s real, and selling like hot shit cakes).

Honestly, these toys are the perfect gift for the children of the New World, who will grow up listening to and [literally] eating, nothing but shit. Suddenly [seeing above image], the reason for calling the former “Kiss” makes a little more sense. “Bajs” means shit or chocolate. So, the doll-set is appropriately called “Kissing Shit.”

We can infer/deduce that without question now, that Gene Simmons trademark extension was a promotion of how far up one’s ass his tongue would go (hence, his fame). We can also presume, that the chance clitoral/urethral hood on the Yellow doll was no accident. The most appropriate term to reflect it is “good marketing.”

Let’s suppress the bile, and temporarily move away from shit, along the alchemical path to Gold. I ask you to take in/absorb the below lyrics from Hüsker Dü:

Pass away the hours, hear the footsteps of the past
Walking up the stairs of time, knowing that I’m trapped
Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south
Thinking that it’s better there
The warmer climes that we seek out

Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere
And how much misery can one soul take?
Trying to fly away might have been your fist mistake
Poor bird flies up int he air
Never getting anywhere

Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not
Is love another way to count the things you haven’t got?
We wish the best to all our friends, young and old alike
When the dust has settled in the sky, you can have anything you like

The above is an example of truly inspired “music,” the kind most of our brethren will never have a chance to contemplate in their miserable lifetimes. It cuts right to the heart of matters in regards to the “trap” that this conspiracy/truth movement can present to those among us, who are so busy striving hard to work for something better, that we can’t see the beauty we are surrounded by [the present].

Instead, as Gregory made abundantly clear, we were told what to do, and who to listen to, and hence grew up absorbing/consuming so much “shit,” that many end up defending the foul shit we were spoon-fed as being part of ourselves. Few will look into that bloody mirror, but that’s what this show/blog is all about.

Poop Quiz: Is your favourite musician a piece of shit? Were they promoted by MTV? Did they appear on Top of The Pops? Have they frequented the Billboard Top 40? Have they won a Grammy? Do they attend awards ceremonies along with other pretentious cunts? Do their fans fill stadiums? Does the word “party” appear in any of their song titles? Have they been on the cover of Rolling Stone? If the answers to more than one question is “yes,” odds are said person sucks ass [in a bad way].

Flush it away, man! Flush it! In the meantime, [more] revelance/relevance:

Well, you get up every morning
And you see, it’s still the same
All the floors and all the walls
And all the rest remains
Nothing changes fast enough
The hurry, worry days
It makes you want to give it up
And drift into a haze

Revelations seems to be another way
To make the days go faster anyways

We’re all exchanging pleasantries
No matter how we feel
And no one knows the difference
‘Cause it all seems so unreal
You’d better grab a hold of something
Simple but it’s true
If you don’t stop to smell the roses now
They might end up on you

Expectations only mean you really think you know
What’s coming next, and you don’t

Yearbooks with their autographs
From friends you might have had
These are your important years
You’d better make them last
Falling in and out of love just like…
These are your important years, your life

Once you’ve seen the light, you finally
Realize it might end up all right
It might end up all right now

The above lyrics are also from Hüsker Dü, and also the same album, Songs & Stories, hence the title of this article. If the significance of the lyrics was lost on you, please go back and read them again. Though written 23 years ago, they cut to the heart of this utterly suspect “truth movement” as being little more than yet another [bowel] movement. Hence, the new direction I’m moving shifting.

No, I’m not joining the fuckers, I’m exposing them and trying to vibrate at a higher frequency. Yes, it can be a challenge. Below, in the interests of uplifting others, I am including [by request] the list of snipets interspersed through the show.

“Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols, “Big A, Little A” by Crass, “Panic” by The Smiths, “Holiday in Cambodia” by The Dead Kennedys, “I’m an Upstart” by The Angelic Upstarts, “Johnny Hit and Run Paulene” by X, “Vienna” by Ultravox, “One Step Beyond” by Madness, “Silver Lining” by Stiff Little Fingers, “Streets of London” by The Anti-Nowhere League

I can sympathize with younger people, and can only hope that going forwards, being able to go back and rediscover the music/message before the mass monolith of mindlessness became so ominpresent, may at least inspire/free some minds. You need look no further than Billboard’s own shit-barometer for proof. My challenge, find just one half-decent “artist” in linked list over the last 20 years. Not possible!

I had considered including the powerful video interpretation of Don Maclean’s American Pie, but seeing that I had included it in a prior post, left it out. However, upon checking it, learned the video’s been pulled by YouTube due to copyright claims by one WMG. A little mystery and a little investigation shows how Big Brother operates. He’s one crafty mother-fucker and works rather slowly and subtly.

The above video is the closest variant I could find to the original [and I can’t say for sure “what” else has been taken out). When I first saw this video a few years ago, there was a part at the end explaining how this song was Maclean’s good-bye to Rock and Roll, and stated his reasons/disgust with what he referred to as the “satanic” forces that took over The Music after the sacrificial rite (a trifecta).

One thing I do know for sure, is that the closing sequence/credit to the LoneStar Sound & Pictures was never part of the original. Before I found the above copy, I found another blatant selective edit by the same group, which replaced the tidbit about how survivor “Waylon Jennings would never discuss that night,” with some meaningless happy factoid about one Tommy Allsup. I am sure some idiots will probably think the closing sequence where the star/anus dumps a liquid load on the screen is just “coincidence.” And, [some] Set-ian is [indeed] howling with delight!

When Michael Tsarion was on the show, I kidded him that perhaps someone may have been “howling with delight” after U2’s infamous Red Rocks concert. Sometime this past week, it occurred to me that Bono may just have been vying for attention from the priests when they crafted their first two albums.

Worth a shit and a giggle, the producer of Boy and Raw [plus many others], Steve Lillywhite is making the pitch to be the next American Idol frontman. Per poopeater interview he said: “My definition of a star is slightly broader than Simon’s — what he perceives as a star is relatively narrow.” Think about that one for a second!

I was quite pleased with Gregory hosting, feeling he brought the Fire & Ire rebel listeners have come to, dare I say, “expect.” I get the feeling he could have gone on ripping several more notable Temple Dogs a new asshole all night long, and perhaps even told us more about the “unheard music” [to steal a phrase from X].

In particular, the demonization of punk [via language and association] is worthy of more exploration. Perhaps, as many the chat room suggested, a Part II would be warranted/welcome? As far as I know, Gregory’s not welcome back in Fiji after mistaking their flag for toilet paper and wiping his ass with it, so he may be available to do another show. Chime in!

*Bonus: In retrospect, one of the songs Gregory should have included a clip from was Billy Bragg’s “Take Down the Union Jack.” Though I would fault Billy for not have a grasp of the much bigger picture, the following lines do say a lot:

Take down the Union Jack boys
It clashes with the sunset
What could be more British than
“Here’s a picture of me bum”

*Next Week: Ewan, a fellow despiser of False History and British Bullshit will be making it to the Rebel Path next week: Sunday, July 25th. Check out his blog: Aferrismoon.