Two hours of sounds from David J. of Bauhaus, Love & Rockets and The Jazz Butcher
Bela Lugosi’s dead– Bauhaus
All in my mind- Love and Rockets
So Alive- Love and Rockets
Lazy- Love and Rockets
Kick in the eye– Bauhaus
Trophy Wife- David J.
Haunted when the minutes drag- Love and Rockets
Candy on the Cross- David J.
Everybody wants to go to heaven- Love and Rockets
I’ll be your chauffeur- David J.
No new tail to tell- Love and Rockets
Seventh dream of a teenage heaven- Love and rockets
Who killed mr. moonlight?- Bauhaus
The devil is my friend- Jazz Butcher
Sinister Ducks- Bauhaus
Ball of Confusion– Love and Rockets
No Big Deal- Love and Rockets
Not Long For This World- David J.
Join David J and friends at Radio Valecia in San Francisco on January 20, 2012 for dinner and a show. The evening will begin with doors at 7:30, first course dropping at 8:00. 5th course drops at 10:00. The meal and the show is $50.
Dinner Includes: Soup course/Salad course/Vegetable course/Main course/Dessert
The menu is being designed by the talented David Barzely, who uses the Chez Poulet for his dinners and is a tremendous chef.
The lovey dovey period expands
please do that swirl thing that you love to do
emotional proximation convects
soul is measured in countable packets
when i hear you cry it’s for a reason
never knowing what the whole story is
infinite loop of mobius feelings
looks being unexpectedly captured
spooning and sleeping in the R.E.M.
everyone is beautiful in our dreams.
- The InfiniteLoop Stand Promises to Revolutionize the Way of Using Your Tablet and Smartphone (prweb.com)
- Tangled headphone leads? Apple has a patent for that (newscientist.com)
- PuTTY 0.61 released (lists.tartarus.org)
- Lovey Dovey (awakeninspiration.wordpress.com)
- Silent Möbius (readingmanga.wordpress.com)
Thirty-three thousand miles per hour
Earth spins on its axis upon light beams
art, physics and outernet connections
time taking up influence and dark space
premature too wrong judgementalism
aetherspheric flow is continuous
reality has thirteen dimensions
predictions are rare and accurate
variation and randomness prevail
art reflects life and philosophy too.
- Prolonging The Magic: Capturing Emotion (jonathandallen.com)
- Critique on Plato’s Theory of Ideal Forms (hadeelness.wordpress.com)
- Ultra-fast phase-change memory coming to a computer near you (dvice.com)
- Evolving Beyond Linear Time (deniselefay.wordpress.com)
- As Little Design as Possible: The Work of Dieter Rams (brainpickings.org)
Conflict resolution in R.E.M.
torturous melodramatics involve
our dreams are blending aethersperheically
convection from all three conscious levels
brands about them are somewhat revealing
sleeping through the good parts of everything
bait with hot and switch emotions with cold
give all you have and take nothing but love
offer a wet tongue and withdraw a smile
lovely sleeping mates are always about.
- Standard Absudum Vortex (agentaslan.wordpress.com)
- Dream Guy (chicwannabe.wordpress.com)
- Sleep Better with WakeMate (or at least know how badly you’re sleeping!) (thisislifeinaustin.com)
You wasted my time
you wasted my reason
you wasted my money
you wasted my seman.
Are you happy now
are you vacant of will
are you completely evil
are you a poison pill ?
Knot is what you twist
not is what you are
knot is what you tie
knot upon a distant star.
Cool is what you’re not
cool is way out of reach
cool is not less than hot
cool is how you I teach.
They never say a single nice thing
they are always pleasant when there’s pay
they never really do much of anything
they know you know what’s the say.
Never really never happens that way
never procrastinate until maybe tomorrow
never say never is what they never say
never say i love you without the sweet sorrow.
Give is what you never want to be or do
give is how you become a social misfit
give is what you’ll never need to pursue
give more nothing and that’s what you’ll get.
Us is what we only pretended we’d live
us is what we’ll never thankfully be
us is what we’ll never forget not to forgive
us will never include little lost me.
Control is what you know you see
control is what you want to need
control is what you want to give me
control how much you want me to bleed.
Death is in the air and existence is futile
stress is our invisible killer that always haunts
listen to a loud noise that is beautifully subtle
self-serving actions are our transparent taunts
when we leave there is nobody for rebuttal.
Don’t love me now because it will never be
praying for the end daily but really want to live
actions are momentary lapses of warped reality
past the point of no return with nothing to re-live
ten different flavours of hell are open for you to see.
Life is like a Zenophobic paradox that’s clear
the toll through your mind is down to one lane
a life lived long is very short but quanta lasts forever
betrayal fertilises the deep seeds of all being inane
having eyes & ears doesn’t mean you can see & hear.
You don’t know me
You never even tried
You never cared for me
You only spent and lied.
You only think of yourself
You trapped me by being sly
You will never be anything real
You make the Universe cry.
You are less than nothing
You are ultra-evil inside
You emptied my once full life
Your soul has already died.
Mara is da girl dat is soon gonna be very merry
a self-proclaimed dork who doesn’t play kid games
and doesn’t take crap from anyone ordinarily
a happy drama free life to her from me i proclaim
they nay say while i’ll love her till death you’ll see.
She’s going to school and doin’ it the right hard way
her trusted friends tell her she can be kind of a bitch
going to seek scholastic identity to do what she’ll say
getting maddened up she’s my favourite sexy goth witch
my unique ability to love is hers every night and day.
She’s like running fire and i’m like water flickering
sometimes she burns me up and others i dowse her out
when the mixtures are right we atomize something amazing
she a best friend and with me will never do without
there’s nothing normal bout how we’re relating.
The stars seem brighter as you remain unfound
because you have opened my eyes once more
we realized in your absence a beauty once sound
no longer descend past the valentine day door.
cupid was fine when we were a time that myths were the reason
we have a new celebration mostly for her and a little for him
the day is now stolen from a cute baby angel in kissing season
because what is desired at nights end is satiated dripping wet trim.
we believe it’s time to begin a new tradition of sway
paying homage to something adults can adorn and adore
from now on annually in february every girl shares this day
the right to feel, look and act like your form of whore.
there are many lessons to be learned along way to she gleen
tendencies inspire to put the cooter owner up in a pedal tower
envision a cadre of rounded hips with bits and pieces in between
when it comes to being face to face with the ultra pussy power
wherever you go in every spacetime there is cha cha to be seen.
all are unique and some quite exquisite while coming in a wide range
every once in a while you accidentally come across the cunt variety
when the moon is full there’s nothing wrong with a little strange
most of the owners are nice and good and very vital to our society.
some dangle their poon for a nice free dinner out or the vip line
other la-las are used to manipulate love to live the way they might
for some their honey spot is their money pot and for them that’s fine
in the case of wax pain it’s worth our pleasure through the long night
responsible owners take care of their yum yum treasure all the time.
most coochie connoisseurs prefer the absence of all fur reminisces
many like a nice little trim and neatly quaffed but not bare
others like a little beaver power patch of devine deliverance
there are those who love a big furry bush at which to stare.
there are many options and the choice is yours they’re your lips
there are many ways to prepare the infinitely complex Mt. Venus
here are a few friendly tips for your pre-pleasure tune-up trips
from the mound top to the perineum taint just above the anus.
accouterments galore are available everywhere within ink studios
with a few little things made of metal and maybe some real fangs
everyone takes creative requests and good artists are real pros
with ink and piercings for the brave and daring darling gangs.
consider these when you’re planning for a trim for the trout
prepare for the ouch because it’s completely worth the pain
enjoy the waxing pain in case the big night doesn’t work out
nikhedonia can be addickting for both you and him the same.
a ‘landing strip’ on the Mound of Venus liberates the outer labia
the full monty goes deeper and includes a punani triangle-hood-top
the sphinx cleans the beach up and down the whole pelvic box area
stealth mode is a brazilian lady business landing strip-non-stop.
some celebrate the fact that they no longer have one
others that the last is forever gone and hopefully put away
many are blissfully happy with just what they have done
today is the day everyone celebrates Blissfull Vajayjay Day.
- Care and Cleaning of the Vajayjay (greatsexsecrets.wordpress.com)
- Va-tooing, or Inking Your Vajayjay – Body Art Trend Alert! (stylelist.com)
A picture paints a race against rhyme
a thousand balls are now in your court
hell gets real blurry when love is a crime
a woman adorned reigns while my escort
scratches from starting all over again
reducing fears with whine and no dine
biting off way more than we can fain
running out of charm for the third time
in the moment of heat x-marks the g-spot
nailing the head with hits on the face
bedding on the right side of the money shot
between a hard rock and a lonely place.
My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she’s here it’s hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.
She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I’m awake and she’s disappeared,
I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.
As soon as I’m home it’s back to bed,
she’ll be waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it’s only in my dreams we ever meet.
Master weaver of the kind,
weave me a shadow if you don’t mind.
I took the blame for mistakes never made,
this isn’t the madness you had made in trade.
With shards of glass stuck in you eyes,
you glance right by me and never realize.
My mouth goes dry when I spot your flag.
If you are the tail I am your wag.
I feel as if,
my skin is on fire.
When you look at me,
I fill with desire.
It’s a mad world,
we all know this.
But the two of us,
will only know bliss.
Between the sheets,
is where we will be.
Then we rest,
in a palm tree.
To trust in you was more than I dared,
the lust was over and your novelty gone.
You lied so often I no longer cared,
my need for you diminished to non.
You let me down so many times,
I noticed and began to count,
It was then that I discovered,
you lied in a very large amount.
The temptation was great I must admit,
the thought of hurting just you.
It’s a pain that I somehow liked,
of course I know you did too.
The mirror shows clearly,
the benefits of our death.
I can smile more than yearly,
everyone has good breath.
I never realized how wonderful life was,
until the day you were gone.
When you died my nightmares ended,
I could finally see the beauty of dawn.
The day your grave was filled,
the whole world took sigh.
Your silence a golden field,
everyone wanted you to die.
I visit your grave every Valentin’s day,
to celebrate the day of your murder with glee.
I cut myself and bleed on your tombstone,
so you will always remember that it was me.