Rockstar - Bran Van 3000

And all those things you said you’d never do
Watch them slowly catch up with you
So unrelenting
And you’re unrepenting
Go to sleep as the sky turns blue
Simply running out of things to abuse

And I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I’m a rockstar now
I said, mama, gonna buy you out
I’m a rockstar now

You lead me down the road with maybe
Just some ego tripping with a lady
It seems I’m always waiting
Waiting for what?

I was the first to invite the punk rockers, the white people who was nervous to come to a black latino area and party with the people. Most people thought it was going to be chaos, racism, and fights and everything, and we put the music on, the music took hold and became universal; and everyone just partied like we was partying on the mothership.

Afrika Bambaataa, Founder, Zulu Nation on New York in 1977
(NY77 The Coolest Year in Hell)

Fuck Yeah.

I’m trying to inspire myself to start the insane task of 70,000 words in 50 days with incense, flowers, seven lyric books, three (brilliant) reads, liquor, and sunshine. If anyone was wondering what the equation for the perfect day is; I’ve pretty much got it down to a fine science. Now if only I didn’t have to start actually working…

I’m trying to inspire myself to start the insane task of 70,000 words in 50 days with incense, flowers, seven lyric books, three (brilliant) reads, liquor, and sunshine. If anyone was wondering what the equation for the perfect day is; I’ve pretty much got it down to a fine science. Now if only I didn’t have to start actually working…

Higgs Boson Blues - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Can’t remember anything at all
Flame trees line the streets
Can’t remember anything at all
But I’m driving my car down to Geneva
I been sitting in my basement patio
Aye it was hot up above
Girls walk past, the roses all in bloom
Have you ever heard about the Higgs Boson Blues?
I’m going down to Geneva, baby
Gonna teach it to you
Who cares? Who cares what the future brings?

Black road long and I drove and drove
And came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
I see Robert Johnson with a 10-dollar guitar
Strapped to his back looking for a tomb
Well here comes Lucifer with his canon law
And a hundred black babies running from his genocidal jaw
He got the real killer groove
Robert Johnson and the devil, man
Don’t know who is gonna rip off who
Driving my car, flame trees on fire
Sitting and singing the Higgs Boson Blues

I’m tired, I’m looking for a spot to drop
All the clocks have stopped
In Memphis now in the Lorraine Motel
It’s hot, it’s hot - that’s why they call it the Hot Spot
I’ll take a room with a view
Hear a man preaching in a language that’s completely new
Making the hot cocks in the flophouse bleed
While the cleaning ladies sob into their mops
And a bellhop hops and bops
A shot rings out to a spiritual groove
Everybody bleeding to that Higgs Boson Blues

If I die tonight, bury me
In my favorite yellow patent leather shoes
With a mummified cat and a cone-like hat
That the caliphate forced on the Jews
Can you feel my heartbeat?
Can you feel my heartbeat?

Hannah Montana does the African Savannah
As the simulated rainy season begins
She curses the queue at the Zulus
And moves on to Amazonia
And cries with the dolphins
Mau Mau ate the pygmy
The pygmy ate the monkey
The monkey has a gift that he is sending back to you
Look here comes the missionary
With his smallpox and flu
He’s saving them, the savages
With the Higgs Boson Blues
I’m driving my car down to Geneva
I’m driving my car down to Geneva

Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad
Miley Cyrus floats in a swimming pool in Toluca Lake
And you’re the best girl I’ve ever had
Can’t remember anything at all