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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
Monday, November 21, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
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
Sunday, October 23, 2011
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.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
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
Monday, August 08, 2011
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"
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"