So we know that the Flying Circus (plague of locusts?) has a dark sense of humour. But it was still with some surprise that we discovered that all the music we thought we loved as a teenager is not only shite, but it's lyrically all about the same thing:
Raping and murdering children, or being sodomised.
And this theme continues to this day.
Let's look at some music of the 'nineties:
Pearl Jam, Animal:
One, two, three, four, five against one
Five, five, against one
Torture from you to me
Abducted from the street
I'd rather be I'd rather be with I'd rather be with an animal
Why would you wanna hurt me? Oh Oh, so frightened of your pain
Cool, man. *Does hand-horns thing*
Pearl Jam, Blood:
Spin me round, roll me over, fuckin' circus Stab it down, one way needle, pulled so slowly
Drains and spills, soaks the pages, fills their sponges It's my blood, it's my blood
Paint Ed big, turn Ed into one of his enemies
It's my blood, it's my blood, it's my blood
Stab it down, fill the pages, suck my life out Maker of my enemies,
take my Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Pearl Jam, Daughter:
Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me
Don't call me
She holds the hand that holds her down
Nirvana, Smells Like Teen Spirit:
She's over bored
And self assured
Oh no, I know
A dirty word
hello, how low?
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Nirvana, In Bloom:
Sell the kids for food (fast food rumoured to contain meat from lost kids, btw)
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
Nirvana, Lithium:
I like it
I'm not gonna crack
I miss you
I'm not gonna crack
I love you
I'm not gonna crack
I killed you
I'm not gonna crack
Nirvana, Polly:
Polly wants a cracker
Think I should get off of her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch
It isn't me
We have some seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself
I've got some rope
You have been told
I promise you
I have been true
Let me take a ride
Don't hurt yourself
I want some help
To help myself
{Polly said}
Polly says her back hurts
And she's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct
Nirvana, Heart Shaped Box
Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself angel's hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back
Nirvana, Rape Me (kind of self-explanatory):
Rape me, my friend
Rape me again
I'm not the only one
Do it and do it Again
Waste me
Taste me, my friend
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Soundgarden, Like Suicide:
Heard it from another room
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep
Love's like suicide
Dazed out in a garden bed
With a broken neck lays my broken gift
Just like suicide
And my last ditch
Was my last brick
Lent to finish her
Finish her
With eyes of blood
And bitter blue
How I feel for you
I feel for you
She lived like a murder
How she'd fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she died
Just like suicide
Pearl Jam, Alive
Oh, she walks slowly, across a young man's room
She said I'm ready...for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I can't see, I just stare...
Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...
Pearl Jam, Deep
Oh, on the edge of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep, yeah...
Ooh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...uh huh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep...
Ohhh...Ohhh...
On the edge of a Christmas clean love
Young virgin from heaven...visiting Hell
To the man above her, she just ain't nothin'
And she doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view (2x)
But he sinks himself deep
Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom
Deep, yeah
Oh, the bottom
Pearl Jam, Release
Oh, dear dad, can you see me now
I am myself, like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark for you to speak to me
I'll open up...Release me...
Release me (3x)
Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh...
Nirvana, Scentless Apprentice
Like most babies smell like butter
his smell smelled like no other
he was born scentless and senseless
he was born a scentless apprentice
Go away - get away, get away, get a-way
every wet nurse refused to feed him
electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
there are countless formulas for pressing flowers
I lie in the soll and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit
Heart-Shaped Box
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for a week
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Milk It
I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins
Doll steak, test meat
I won my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit is her milk
Doll steak, test meat
Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma
Ecto-Skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery
Mr Big (says it all), To Be With You
Stand up, little girl
A broken heart can't be that bad
When it's through, it's through
Fate will twist the both of you
So come on, baby, come on over
Let me be the one to show you
I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you.
Gangbanging a little girl's broken hymen never sounded so sweet. Thanks guys.
Soooooooooooooo...
Turned on yet, ladies?
Yes, I know you kind of are. Bit of a tingle there. Still, I guess the
joke's on you when the bad-boys are all gay. You'll get treated badly,
alright... Carry on writing love letters to convicted serial killers.
I could go on and on, by the way. The music biz has been like this forever. In a sense we can take the word "baby" as originally deriving from the paedos. Really, if you think about it, why would you call a prospective sexual partner "baby"? Think about what that means. Honey, sugar - fine, makes sense. Does "baby" make sense? Did it ever?
"Breaking her heart" is code for breaking her vagina or his anus.
Some more random songs off the top of my head:
Rolling stones, brown sugar (nope, its not about a brown-skinned girl)
Britney, hit me baby one more time (obv.)
the Doors, back door man
alice (who the fuck is alice)
George michael, father figure
Supergrass, we're not supposed to
Stranglers, There's Always the (Golden Brown) Sun
Van Morisson, Brown Eyed Girl (yup, brown eye)
Suzanne vega - luka
Everything ever put out by any all-boy band.
Everything ever put out by any punk or heavy metal band. Some people have a hard time accepting the punk thing. "Punk" means a young rentboy who goes with older men. The whole thing screams gay degeneracy. Is it so hard to see?
Turns out it's pretty difficult on the whole to locate songs which aren't about murdering/raping kids, and/or being sodomised. Try it out.
Look, so the Circus are bullshit artists, right? We know that much. And they appear to know they're damned. But who are they taking with them? And do they really make a habit of raping and killing little kids, or is it a big horror show of smoke and mirrors like everything else they produce?
I don't know. Actually, I wonder if it even matters. We hear statistics of thousands of children disappearing every day. And the stories of babies' corpses being dug up in their hundreds and thousands at old Roman temples (whorehouses). Are these real stories, real statistics? Who knows? It could just be a big joke. "Let's, like, put out this wave after wave of really dark music and stories about killing kids, and see if they buy it!" As if they had a moment's doubt.
They certainly pick up plenty of kids from orphanages, and circumcise and sodomise them to initiate them. They paid homage to Great Ormond St in the recent Olympic ceremony for just this reason. But I don't know if they kill some as well. It's possible. They're big and brave enough for that. And they may get something out of it, some kind of energy, or at least a bloodbuzz. Worshippers of Kali would know well where the adrenaline gland's at.
But if so, with something like that, they would HAVE to tell us they're doing it. By whatever cosmic law, they are well aware that they must broadcast it, or they'll never get away with it. They must have consent. If it falls on deaf ears, then so be it. Ironic when its being blared into our impressionable teenage ears at stereo-busting volume levels, over and over again. And we get drunk to it, and fuck to it. That makes us part of the Cult, right? If that wouldn't, what would? How about broadcasting images of Cybele/Mary Poppins and her child-snatchers to (allegedly) a billion TV viewers?
There's other stuff going on, too, that we're totally ignorant about. Something astrological. Something to do with the true history of the world. The fall of man. But what can we say about that? We're just way too fucking dumb, still. All we can say, with certainty, is that we are complicit, until we expressly take away our complicity. Silence is complicity. And he who is complicit, it is as if he too committed the act.
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