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the first part was about the future,the second is about the past

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new erasers performance this May at Mapping

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The Erasers will be presenting their new live audiovisual performance in this years Edition of Mapping Festival (Geneva)_more info soon

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100 fucking years

It doesn't matter if we all die Ambition in the back of a black car In a high building there is so much to do Going home time A story on the radio Something small falls out of your mouth And we laugh A prayer for something better A prayer For something better Please love me Meet my mother But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot Fighting for freedom on television Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs Have we got everything? She struggles to get away . . . The pain And the creeping feeling A little black haired girl Waiting for Saturday The death of her father pushing her Pushing her white face into the mirror Aching inside me And turn me round Just like the old days Just like the old days Just like the old days Just like the old days Caressing an old man And painting a lifeless face Just a piece of new meat in a clean room The soldiers close in under a yellow moon All shadows and deliverance Under a black flag A hundred years of blood Crimson The ribbon tightens round my throat I open my mouth And my head bursts open A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water Thrashing in the water Over and over We die one after the other Over and over We die one after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other One after the other It feels like a hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years A hundred years One hundred years

Εστέτ παλιμπαιδισμοί 35άρηδων και πρόχειροι μιμητισμοί ναρκισσευόμενων φαν των Residents. Φοβάμαι πως η δουλειά των Erasers (Γ. Κωνσταντινίδης, Γ. Κακανάκης και οι συνεργάτες τους) στο μεικτό θέαμα «War is War» δεν ήταν κάτι περισσότερο από αυτό. Η ηθελημένη ελλειπτικότητα έκρυβε μια έλλειψη δημιουργικότητας, άποψης και γνώσης. Είναι θλιβερό να βλέπεις μεγάλους ανθρώπους να παριστάνουν τους πιτσιρικάδες τεχνο-freaks ταραχοποιούς «κακοποιώντας» τη Θεοδώρα Τζήμου (guest star εκείνη τη βραδιά), απλώνοντας τα σάλια τους σε ζελατίνες, κλοτσώντας πάγκους, καίγοντας μαγνητοταινίες και ουρλιάζοντας εξυπνακίστικα σχόλια στα αγγλικά, ενώ ταυτόχρονα αναλώνονται σε ναρκισσευόμενα αυτιστικά παιχνίδια με κάμερες, laptops και industrial βόμβους-ενθύμια των '90s. Το αποτέλεσμα; Ηχορύπανση, πόζα και μπόχα, σε ένα κοινότοπο, άτεχνο, παλιομοδίτικα decadence και στην ουσία ασόβαρο και αδιάφορο θέαμα για την πιο σοβαρή και σημαντική ιστορία του κόσμου, τον πόλεμο.

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Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big. Norma Desmond: I *am* big. It's the *pictures* that got small.

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FAD_Performance_ERASERS (2010) from FAD - Festival de Arte Digital on Vimeo.

past present reverbed (and VHSed)

We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.

when all else fails

film noir

oj at 53 km/h

Double whopper with cheese

comfortably numb

Shame of a Nation.

Your kids are raised by snitches.

Rupert Murdoch said:

cocksucker blues

Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
And I just came into town
Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy
And I just came into town
Well, I heard so much about London
I decided to check it out

Well, I wait in Leicester Square
With a come-hither look in my eye
Yeah, I'm leaning on Nelsons Column
But all I do is talk to the lions

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I may have no money,
But I know where to put it every time

Well, I asked a young policeman
If he'd only lock me up for the night
Well, I've had pigs in the farmyard,
Some of them, some of them, they're alright
Well, he fucked me with his truncheon
And his helmet was way too tight

Oh where can I get my cock sucked?
Where can I get my ass fucked?
I ain't got no money,
But I know where to put it every time

I'm a lonesome schoolboy in your town
I'm a lonesome schoolboy

The march of the pigs

Athens calling, we were images from the future, who's next baby?

Anarchy in the U.K.

The markets are falling, the gold is rising, London is burning, New York here we come.

Hollywood

"What will you do?" 
"Oh, hell, I'll write a novel about writing the screenplay and making the movie." 
"What are you going to call it?" 
"Hollywood." 
"Hollywood?" 
"Yes..." 

And here it is. (Hollywood, pg. 239)" 
— Charles Bukowski

Charles said

We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes"

The see

The accident

The convertible

Anna and Pierrot driving static

silly kids with atomic bombs