We're God's Lonely Men

"If I can't dance, I don't want to be a part of your revolution." - Emma Goldman

• We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery. -H G Wells
• As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.Sexless people transmit nothing.
• Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.- Bill Vaughan
• Whoever walks a mile full of false sympathy walks to the funeral of the whole human race.
• And whoever forces himself to love anybody begets a murderer in his own body.
• It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.-D. H. Lawrence
• Poems are made by fools like me, but only god can make a tree.-Trees, Joyce Kilmer
• The only change in this life of ours is death (unless you find love).--In death our lives are always the same. Over (and sub-par!)--We spend our lives in poor positions, fighting time, and in death time wins.
• Edward Fitzgerald--The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit, Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
• I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
• Thanksgiving is a typically American holiday...The lavish meal is a symbol of the fact that abundant consumption is the result and reward of production.--Ayn Rand
• The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.--George Orwell
• Leave well - even 'pretty well' - alone: that is what I learn as I get old.--Edward Fitzgerald
• What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?-Bertolt Brecht
• I think that I shall never see, A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.
• If it is degrading to be ruled, how much more degrading is it to be forced to choose out masters?
• "The world is beautiful, but it has a disease called man" - Nietzsche
• "Wild animals never kill for sport, Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creature is amusing in itself" - J.A. Froude
• "The essence of all slavery consists in taking the product of another's labor by force. It is immaterial whether this force is founded upon ownership of the slave or ownership of the money he must get to live" - Leo Trotsky
• "They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's counrty. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason." - Ernest Hemmingway
• They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers- James G. Watt
• "Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsence that goes by the name of patriotism -- how passionately I hate them!"-Albert Einstein
• "'Lights out!' the siren warnings roll. THe cities silk, as black as coal. But that's no cause to cringe in fright: Earth has its blackest hour every night, Yet every morning sunbeams pour Freer, more glorious, than before!"-World Situation, Clement Wood
• The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself-william blake

D. H. Lawrence-for more go here: http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/dhlpoem.htm What would you fight for? I am not sure I would always fight for my life. Life might not be worth fighting for. I am not sure I would always fight for my wife. A wife isn't always worth fighting for. Nor my children, nor my country, nor my fellow-men. It all deprnds whether I found them worth fighting for. The only thing men invariably fight for Is their money. But I doubt if I'd fight for mine, anyhow not to shed a lot of blood over it. Yet one thing I do fight for, tooth and nail, all the time. And that is my bit of inward peace, where I am at one with myself. And I must say, I am often worsted. -------------------------------------- My Naughty Book They say I wrote a naughty book With perfectly awful things in it, putting in all the impossible words like b---- and f--- and sh--. Most of my friends were deeply hurt and haven't forgiven me yet; I'd loaded the camel's back before with dirt they couldn't forget. And now, no really, the final straw was words like sh-- and f--! I heard the camel's back go crack beneath the weight of muck. Then out of nowhere rushed John Bull, that mildewed pup, good doggie! squeakily bellowing for all he was worth, and slavering wet and soggy. He couldn't bite 'em he was much too old, but he made a pool of dribblings; so while the other one heaved her sides with moans and hollow bibblings he did his best, the good old dog to support her, the hysterical camel, and everyone listend and loved it, the ridiculus bimmel-bammel. But still, one has no right to take the old dog's greenest bones that he's buried now for centuries beneath England's garden stones. And, of course, one has no right to lay such words to the camel's charge when she prefers to have them left in the W.C. writ large. Poor homely words, I must give you back to the camel and the dog, for her to mumble and him to crack in secret, great golliwog! And hereby I apologise to all my foes and friends for using words they privately keep for their own immortal ends. And henceforth I will never use more than the chaste, short dash; so do forgive me! I sprinkle my hair with grey, repentant ash. ...................................................... The Adicts for more: http://www.suburbias.com/adicts/lyrics Champs Elysees I looked so debonair I haven't got a care In this world, the crazy world And I act oh so suave, Sophisticated, Boy I've got it all, I'm a star Dance the night away, Down in gay Paris Dance the night away On Champs Elysees Dance the night away Down in gay Paris Dance the night away Make it sleazy I'm a mystery, not what I seem to be Oh no, it's so Parisian I am a masquerade, just a mad parade So I dance, I dance with you I looked so debonair I haven't got a care in the world This crazy world You see my name in lights, one of the better sights I'm the attraction, I'm the star. -------------------------------------------- Light House Keeper I want to marry a lighthouse keeper and keep him company I want to marry a lighthouse keeper and live down by the sea I'll polish his lamp by the light of day So ships at night can find their way I want to marry a lighthouse keeper won't that be OK We'll take walks along the moonlit bay Maybe find a treasure too I'd love living in a lighthouse, how about you Dream of living in a lighthouse baby, everysingle day I dream of living in a lighthouse, a white one by the bay So if you want to make my dreams come true Who'd be a lighthouse keeper or do We could live in a lighthouse The white one by the bay Won't that be okay Yat at tat tat tat tat ------------------------------------------- Let's Go I heard her scream From the tower above My heart it wanted to help But the soldiers' who guard Would surely stop my attempt Well, a man's gotta do What a man's gotta do I scaled the wall At night after dark The coast was o' so clear When i reached the young maiden's cell My heart was o' so near As we made off Into the night My maiden in my arms I thought it was just like the movies Eat your heart out Errol Flynn! ......................................... The Smiths-Panic Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres But Honey Pie, you're not safe here So you run down To the safety of the town But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle Dublin, Dundee, Humberside I wonder to myself Burn down the disco Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music that they constantly play IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music they constantly play On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down On the provincial towns that you jog 'round Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J, Hang the D.J ........................................... BUZZCOCKS LYRICS "Autonomy" it's a thing that's worth having yes i would. buys you your life sir if it could. i...i want you. autonomy. it leaves us all wondering and it should. risking something for the good. i...i want you. autonomy. yes i...i want you. autonomy WHAT DO I GET Just wanna lover like an other, what do i get, I only get sleepless nights Alone here in my half-empty bed For you things seem to turn out right I wish they'd only happen to me instead... what do i get ............................................... PSYCHO MAFIA-THE FALL Spitting on the streets Numb heads and feet Nowhere to go Won't let us in the shows 'Cos we talk about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking 'bout love And the Psycho-Mafia No soul in the discos No rock in the clubs Won't let us in the pubs And the city joys Going on about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love And the Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia Spitting on the streets Shot heads and teeth Our eyes are red Our brains are dead Going on about drugs Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love Psycho-Mafia ...................................... WIRE 106 BEATS THAT If you had a room, he'd paint it white, survives the day, prefers the night, build sight. Got a head for figures, no time for bickers, (or so he says,) prefers the company of a woman. Finds it more physical, (that's an important word,) always seen first then heard, such a rare bird. With praise he glows, with change he grows, finds that important, hates waiting, it's not stimulating, likes celebrating, I can't understand why that is so funny, that is sex. ---------------------------------------------- PUBLIC PLACE In this public place Pigeons move busily Through the contents Of a man's life In this public place His last mortal remains Reflect a private lake In this public place Lies fly in formation Candid fiction spreads its wings It's deceptive at this angle Does truth dance? Does truth sing? The private hedge pissers In anxious alleys The village boy-wide-men With a game on their hands Wait for the sign That will take them to Heaven Wait for the sign Only they understand In this public place A carved tree Burst through an atheist's heart And broken promises Drifted into the shape of footprints In this public place Lies fly in-formation Candid fiction spreads its wings ----------------------------------------------- MR. SUIT I'm tired of being told what to think I'm tired of being told what to do I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse 'Cause you think you understand, well it's a fucking farce I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you And if you turn and walk out that door And take your fucking money, let me tell you what it's for I'm tired of fucking phonies That's right, I'm tired of you -------------------------------------- REUTERS Our own correspondant is sorry to tell Of an uneasy time that all is not well On the borders there's movement In the hills there is trouble Food is short, crime is double Prices have risen since the government fell Casualties increase as the enemy shell The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive And sooner or later the end will arrive This is your correspondant, running out of tape Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape ----------------------------------------------- BRAZIL It's true darling, I'll walk you home, I'll be your date forever I love you girl, I love you, until they split the atom So many times there's nothing left, there's nothing left at all I know I'm right, 'cause when you're gone, there's nothing left at all Left, right, salute ---------------------------------------- MANNEQUIN You're a waste of space No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin To interest me, not even curiosity It's not animosity, it's just you don't interest me You're an energy void A black hole to avoid No style no heart You don't even start --------------------------------------------- Reagan Youth-Degenerated:( what's johnny doin' out on tuesday night? johnny can't read and johnny can't write johnny just don't understand johnny don't care about this world as long as he can fuck a girl and prove that he's a man johnny wastes his days eatin 'ludes he's a teenage vegetable getting high proves that he's cool johnny hates to think, he's ignorant he's a blind and brainwashed pig ring a bell he starts to drool degenerated! degenerated! and your minds have vegeteated! degenerated! degenerated! and your thoughts are constipated! he's got pcp in his veins he's got a void in his brain he's addicted to the tv and when he's old, he's gonna have a son they'll both grow old, deaf and dumb what's to become of young johnny?