It’s like a slsk chatroom all over again.
Welcome to another episode of “How to Incorrectly Persuade People to Your Views.” Tonight’s episode: ad hominem attacks.
Wrote a Lou Reed style progression, mentioned “perfect day” in the lyrics. Songwriting is getting out of hand.
|—||Henry Thoreau, Walden|
Boyd Rice is the most positive music I listen to. Not sarcasm, but I don’t think anything else in my library can shed light and hope on daily mundane nonsense like he can. Doing the Lord’s work. God Bless.
By the way the Godflesh/Cut Hands/Pharmakon show in Philly was amazing. If someone else ends up going to the other shows snag me a medium shirt of both designs because they ran out in Philly and I was seriously bummed out. I’m serious, we got PayPal, this can work.
If you were unaware, Tesco Germany has begun to put all their releases on Bandcamp. Genocide Organ, Der Blutharsch, :Of the Wand & the Moon:, Anenzephalia, etc. GODS BLESS THE INTERNET.
Death in June & Boyd Rice - Get Used to Saying No!
Get used to saying no
Turn your back on the deceiver
Whose whispers in your ear complicate your life
Willpower, energy, example
What has to be done is done
Without worrying about what others think
Let obstacles only make you bigger
Get rid of those useless thoughts
Which are at best a waste of time
Don’t waste your energy and your time
Throwing stones at the dogs that bark at you on the way
Don’t put off your work until tomorrow
Don’t succumb to that disease of character
Whose symptoms are a general lack of seriousness
Unsteadiness in action and speech
In a word: frivolity
If you clash with the character of one person or another
It has to be that way
You’re not a dollar bill to be liked by everyone
If your character and that of those around you
Were soft and sweet like marshmallows
You would never become the person destiny’s ordained
Don’t stop to think about excuses
Get rid of them, and do what you should
You say you can’t do more?
Couldn’t it be, that you can’t do less?
You never want to get to the bottom of things
At times because of politeness
Other times - most times - because you fear hurting yourself
Sometimes, again, because you fear hurting others
But always because of fear
With that fear of digging for the truth
You’ll never be a man of good judgment
Don’t be afraid of the truth
Even though the truth may mean your death
Some of Boyd Rice’s strongest lyrics.
Tomorrow I’ll be in Philly for Godflesh, Cut Hands, and Pharmakon. Pretty stoked. Last time I was in Philly was for Amebix in the coldest weather possible (I don’t remember if they played Winter, but it would have been fitting.)