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The Smashing Pumpkins HeartDisarm you with a smile and cut you like you want me to cut that little child inside of me and such a part of you.The Smashing Pumpkins HeartDisarm you with a smile and leave you like they left me here to wither in denial the bitterness of one who's left alone.The Smashing Pumpkins Heart

Tuesday, September 26, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

SamsonPBK is fast approaching and its been a few days since my last rants and during the last leg of duties last month as Mcdo, I remember stumbling upon a topic about battle tanks or war tanks over Discovery Channel. Lots of Panzers, Tigers, T-34's and T-35's paraded on the screen. Then I remember when I was still making some plastic models in '96. One model was of a Panzer from Bandai complete with a gunner, a driver, gasoline tanks and a detailed engine. But when my passion on plastic models began to decline, I gave it away to my nephew. So back on Discovery, I was surprised that Bruce Dickinson owns a genuine and still running T-34. Who is Bruce Dickinson anyway? He is the vocalist of the heavy metal band "Iron Maiden." Then last night, while partly answering Sis. Leyn's google groups invite, I've checked on YouTube if they have a song from Bruce Dickinson's former group before he went to Iron Maiden, and luckily there was. A song included in Lars Ulrich (Metallica's drummer) and Geoff Barton (Managing Editor of Kerrang! Magazine) side project during the making of ...And Justice For All tour programme at the tail end of 1988. A double compilation album entitled NWOBHM or New Wave of British Heavy Metal which gave tribute to the 1979 British Heavy Metal Movement. Lars had put it, "The songs in the album are not merely products of modern day over-blown extravagances that many of the current crop think that they need to make music. There were no 7 figure recording budgets, no 6 figure 'entertainment' bills, no 96 track digital studio facilities...etc. It was long-hair adopting the do-it-yourself attitude and values of the punk movement that had so dominated at grass root levels the previous few years (76-78) and ironically in many ways had made it very difficult for the young heavy metal bands to get the attention they needed.

Anyway, off their 1980 "Head On" album, here's a "Samson" song "Vice Versa" which also included in the NWOBHM compilation album with Bruce Dickinson on vocals. Listen closely and find out why the drummer (real name is Barry Graham) who wore a mask while pounding skins inside a cage was called Thunderstick.


Head On Vinyl

Vice Versa
Samson

She was a real two timer
She knew I'd never leave
She thought that she could make it
I could never believe

She looked so healthy
and she looked so clean
But when she got to bite you
was she mean

Vice versa, vice versa

She could roll you over
and make you blind
She could say things to astound
the dirtiest mind

She looked so healthy
and she looked so clean
But when she got to bite her
was she mean

Vice versa, vice versa

Vice versa, vice versa
Turning you around


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Friday, September 22, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

The Flaming LipsThis will be my last rant for this week. I don't know if I can find time to make one or two next week because I will be very busy for our upcoming PBK. Lots of things happened this past few weeks though, the Thai coup, Crocodile Hunters death, extra judicial killings in the countryside, courtroom dramas, rubouts, expired taxi gas tanks, some steps of cha-cha, airport security tests, martial law memories, and a lot more. Like a roll of tissue, the news keeps on coming day after day and always goes back to just one word, "Awareness."

Anyway, when I was in the south back in the late 90's, while looking for new releases of some bands, my eyes caught this band and their song in a compilation album, but I shrugged it away because it was out of the plan. Then through the years, I kinda' mistaken the band from Semisonic and their song to Stone Temple Pilot's song "Veseline" just because of the word veseline. It was like who's who and which is which. Then while making "The Beautiful People" and looking for some lips images, my eyes caught the band photo but again, I shrugged it away. Then this over YouTube. No shrugging anymore. Here's one of my favorite song about a simple news and buzz, off their 1993 "Transmissions from The Satellite Heart" album, here's The Flaming Lips song "She Don't Use Jelly." Plus: Semisonic's "Closing Time" video off their 1998 "Feeling Strangely Fine" album.


She Don't Use Jelly Album Cover

She Don't Use Jelly
The Flaming Lips

I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She'll make ya breakfast
She'll make ya toast
She don't use butter
She don't use cheese
She don't use jelly
Or any of these
She uses vaseline
Vaseline

I know a guy who goes to shows
When he's at home and he blows his nose
He don't use tissues or his sleeve
He don't use napkins or any of these
He uses magazines
Magazines

I know a girl who reminds me of cher
She's always changing
The color of her hair
She don't use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines
Tangerines



She Don't Use Jelly Inside Panels

Closing Time
Semisonic

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here

I know who I want to take me home

Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

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Monday, September 18, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

How weird are you?

This is an ode to my old fascination about serial killers. Some things that I've missed last May during the "Serial Thrilla" writings. on "Papertrails" panel. Probably slipped through the backdoor of a darkened room inside my head.

Anyway, some weeks ago, I've made some tests by sending this message over friendster to Bhab:


Hey kid, I guess it's been quite sometime.
And I've noticed that until now,
You're not making any testimonies for me.

Here's the catch:
Since they're calling you Batangweirdo,
and you've accepted it by hanging on the name,
then try to write some weird stuffs for me.

Here's your guide:
No jokes.
No downgrading.
No glorifying.
No leveling.
No smothering.
No song lyrics nor poems.

But something like.....
Tasting your own and other people's dandruff or, stitching together leaves of plants still planted in the front house garden and wave hands to passers-by as if you're doing a routine garden check up or, playing a pentatonic scale arpeggios on a doom sounding guitar riff chord pattern with a recoiled pick-ups using tortex or dunlop picks over a pignose amp.

Your time starts.....
NOW!


I guess she didn't get it because what she had for me was a simple testimony. That's just fine than getting nothing at all, but I was expecting something else. You know, like weird things.

The truth is, you're not weird just because you popped some words like, "Hey! Let's make an ice cream, pinakbet flavor!" or "I'd like to have a tattoo around my arms, not a snake but a longanisa or an electric fan on my chest!" or just by saying, "Wah-hihi!" or "Wah-hehe!" or "Weeeeh!" like you're an Indian head dress maker related to Pocahontas.

Well, here's a support video on serial killer stuffs that I've mentioned earlier. A video clip profiling Ed Gein, the model in the film "Psycho" and partly in "Silence of The Lambs." Ed Gein, possibly a cannibal and maybe if he's still alive, I guess he's the right guy fit to answer the blog account profile question about cannibalism. Anyway, off their 1990 "Seasons in The Abyss" album, here's a Slayer song "Dead Skin Mask" set on an Ed Gein profile video clip.


Dead Skin Mask
[Hanneman/Araya]

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control


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Sunday, September 17, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

MegadethOne day I was listening to an AM radio program, I heard the broadcaster was telling something about politics, the government, GMA's, and a lot more. Then the SONA comes back in my mind and this song, an ode to Bush Sr. I guess, the message of the song "Foreclosure of a Dream" is very clear. Although it is about the American politics and stuffs, it is very relevant in our country. The promises, the debts, corruption and of course, the impossible dream. Anyway, I had an album "Countdown to Extinction" where this song came from. Also, the bonus video "Sweating Bullets," a song about anxiety or state of uneasiness and apprehension about future uncertainties or inner attitude disorder.

Vic counting abacus skulls

Foreclosure of a Dream
Megadeth
Dave Mustaine/David Ellefson


Rise so high, yet so far to fall
A plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high
More borrowed money, more borrowed time
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race
Means to an end ended in disgrace
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase

Foreclosure of a dream
Those visions never seen
Until all is lost
Personal Holocaust
Foreclosure of a dream
Barren land that once filled a need
Are worthless now, dead without a deed
Slipping away from an iron grip
Nature's scales are forced to tip
The heartland cries, loss of all pride
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide

Now with new hope some will be proud
This is no hoax, no one pushed out
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer
Break new ground of a new frontier
New ideas will surely get by
No deed, or dividend. Some may ask Why?
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky

Rise so high, yet so far to fall
A plan of dignity and balance for all
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high
More borrowed money, more borrowed time

Holocaust




Sweating Bullets
Megadeth
Dave Mustaine


Hello me... Meet the real me
And my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

Hello me... It's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me... it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets


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Friday, September 15, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

Siouxsie SiouxI'll be off for a day or two. So for the meantime, I"ll be leaving you with this stories of music.
A few days back, I went to Meycauayan and met with Jo-Art. Then we went to Bachie's place where I've learned that Sis Ness and Bro. Monching had a blog site also but in Multiply. So, I've checked it out. I've read some good reviews in the blog about music and stuffs. And "The Lost Boys" film soundtrack "People are Strange" version of Echo and The Bunnymen (Originally by The Doors), then I've captured some photos and put it here. I even got a peeked of Bachie's drumming photos during their sessions. Anyway, here's a soundtrack of the film "Out of Bounds" and "The Cure's" sister band who appeared also in the film. Plus: A bonus song and video of the same band.

Cities in Dust
Siouxsie and The Banshees

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend

We found you hiding we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

But oh your city lies in dust, my friend

Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes .......

And your city lies in dust






Siouxsie Sioux

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Sunday, September 10, 2006



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Pumpkin Whatever it is that you will see or hear or read from all the things presented in this site which does not conform with your principles in life or your personal beliefs even with your musical understanding, has nothing to do with the integrity of my spiritual direction. I'm just visiting the old days and I thought that maybe, you too were part of the musical beauty and wonders of the past, and that somehow from all of this, we'll find each other and connect the string which were once cut and partly forgotten because of all the years that passed and hoping you'll try to relate with the music and stuffs written here and in a way help you in remembering some old friends, families, faded loves, people, places and events. Enjoy your stay! Pumpkin

microdot sleeve: If you wanted to watch and listen to the videos included here and in all the rants, press the stop button first on "Pick your pocket full of sorrow" panel.

It's been quite sometime that I wasn't able to make rants due to some duties, duties, duties, and duties. But I needed those duties and I love doing it. Anyway, the background music is one of the many add-ons here. A song called Mayonaise by the Smashing Pumpkins with some spills from Billy Corgan for fans asking Y's about the band. I hope those Smashing Pumpkins fans visiting this rants will enjoy the stay. Last Thursday, I've made some pedal spin-off to my old place. Talked with old friends about the latest in F1, about Michael Schumacher's news of retirement, about bike sprockets and saddles, about some birthdays to come, and a lot more.

Vig asked me if I'm making a new rants about bands and stuffs. I said, "Yeah! There's the Carousel of Smiles where your picture's included!" Then I thought of the YouTube videos and those job fairs happening everywhere and this song both related to each other. So, here's one of those in-between weeks and days materials. I had an album of these band in the 80's, a compilation double album with songs like "The Magnificent 7," "Lost In The Supermarket," "Tommy Gun," "Safe European Home," "Police & Thieves" and a lot more. One of the great punk band from Britain, The Clash.

Oi! As the punk says!

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Career Opportunities
The Clash

The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Careers
Careers
Careers

Ain't never gonna knock


The Clash on their recording sessions

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