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A song written in 2005 about what is going down in 2011!

Into the Silos

Making love
Under silos
Trapped above
What do I know?
Whispering sweetest secrets
For all the World to hear
It’s live on television
Intimacy revealed
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Okay so this was intended as a meditation on the Evil nature of facial hair…but the evil dudes of the 21st Century are more likely to have receding hairlines or be bald than have whiskers (Bernanke’s Beard being the exception)…

But beards and moustaches sure seemed to be the way to go for the infamous dictators of the 20th Century…

HITLER’S MOUSTACHE

Words and music by Paul Wyndale
Performed by Speedhair

It’s so Evil.
Evil! Evil!
It’s so Evil….

Hitler’s Moustache!

You can’t get away.
You can’t get away.
You can’t get away wearing…

Hitler’s Moustache!

You better run like hell.
Run, run, run like hell.
You better run like hell from…

Hitler’s Moustache.

Run, run, run.

By his moustache possessed.
It was only a test. (bis)

Run, run, run.

Run.

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Hooray I’ve upgraded my blog so I can post audio.

This is a song about free-riding and the general lackadaisical state of culture in 2006 when the song was written… The forgotten displeasures aren’t so forgotten at the moment, but if some observers are correct Big Finance will be back to its usual tricks within a few months. I sure hope not.

SIDECAR

Tearing up the highway with the wind your hair
The only way to travel is to not have a care
You’re free
It’s fair

Didn’t build the road, don’t even know where it goes
Just another passenger who already knows
We’re free
So there

Young rockets red-lining the plains
Forgotten displeasure remains
The sun sets exhaused, in pain.
Why does anything happen?

Sailing past the shifting poles, albedo effect
Blackened pools of water, blackened pools of neglect
We’re free.
It’s fair.

Flight to distant places on a wing and a prayer
Sensational sensations are increasingly rare
We’re free
So there.

Buried in sunsets. Estranged.
Young rockets red-lining the plains
Chasing our homes on the range.
Why does anything happen?

The sun sets in hues of deranged.
Forgotten displeasure’s domain.
Young rockets red-lining the plains.
Why does anything happen?
Anything happens.
Does anything happen?
Everything happens
For you.

Music: Speedhair
Lyrics: Paul Wyndale

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Here are the lyrics I wrote to the Speedhair song “Into the Silos”. Composed back in 2005, well before the beginning of the End of the World!

Quite prescient if I do say so myself! Will post the music when it’s ready!

Into the Silos

Making love
Under silos
Trapped above
What do I know?
Whispering sweetest secrets
For all the World to hear
It’s live on television
Intimacy revealed
(more…)

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Anyone who’s seen Casualties of War (1989 w/ Sean Penn and Micheal J. Fox..look it up) knows that war sucks.

It is to no one’s great surprise that the Wikileaks video of Young Americans giggling as they waste people has created an uproar of aghast commentary online… This piece in the NYT is a good counterpoint.

http://nyti.ms/b9Feym

I too was taken aback when I read the transcript of the offensive words. I haven’t seen the video but I don’t have to. I own Modern Warfare 2 and so I know what it feels like to have the power to terminate the enemy with impunity from afar as if playing a video game. And believe me, the current state of gaming technology really delivers a visceral experience that gives one pause. The thrill of being a virtual soldier is always tempered by a lingering discomfort: I can’t help but think of all the souls that have been dispatched in such a manner. The fact that the visuals of the game so accurately reflect the Youtube videos that began to surface a number of years back depicting the realities of modern warfare really adds to the experience. And make no mistake, the discomfort helps define the thrill. It is a guilty pleasure. It’s complicated. And so is this whole business of warfare. (more…)

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I’ve got a bee in my bonnet about the democritization of art brought about by the internet…even as it gives me an outlet that 15 years ago was barely imaginable. And I mean barely as my bandmates and I, having just seen Netscape Navigator for the first time in 1994 on an Intel 486i with 500 MB of storage, could only DREAM of the day that one could transfer a whole album to a computer without taking up the entirehard drive.

Google and Blogs have slaughtered traditional media. Everyone is a journalist now, or a critic, a filmmaker, a musician…this can all too easily be interpreted as a 21st Century cultural Renaissance but there are inherit dangers to this digital emancipation. (more…)

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Post Pavement Indie Rock makes my blood boil.. I’ve been trying to articulate an argument as to why for years now…to say “it sucks” is not sufficient. The following song is a good starting point.

The lyrics to “Kill The Buddha” came to me in one afternoon back in 2006 while sitting at Montreal’s (in)famous Open Da Night café… where you might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Win and Régine sipping a latté if you’re inclined to be excited by such things…

Kill the Buddha

Beautiful people
Make me kind of sick
‘Cause if you’re born beautiful
You’re born to be a prick
You wear your fathers’ clothes
You spit on the floor
You hold your head up high
As you walk through the door

I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I can’t take it!
Can’t take it anymore!

If you meet the Buddha on the road,
Kill him!
If you meet the Buddha on the road,
Kill him!

Open day and night
Makes me want to puke
I’m looking for a fight
Maybe build a nuke

The look in your eyes
So fucking satisfied
The wine is delicious
Everything’s so precious

I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I can’t take it!
Can’t take it anymore!

If you meet the Buddha on the road,
Kill him!
If you meet the Buddha on the road
Kill him!

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