That makes no sense at all.
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In case of Sonic Attack on your district Follow these rules If you are making love, it is imperative to bring all bodies to orgasm simultaneously Do not waste time blocking your ears Do not waste time seeking a soundproof shelter Try to get as far away from the sonic source as possible Do not panic (Do not panic) Use your wheels, it is what they are for Small babies may be placed inside the special cocoons and should be left, if possible, in shelters Do not attempt to use your own limbs If no wheels are available metal, not organic, limbs should be employed whenever possible Remember, in the case of Sonic Attack, survival means every man for himself (Himself) Statistically more people survive if they think only of themselves (Only themselves) Do not attempt to rescue friends, relatives, loved ones You have only a few seconds to escape use those seconds sensibly or you will inevitably die Do not panic (Do not panic) Think only of yourself (Only yourself) Think only of yourself (Only yourself)
Hawkwind - Sonic Attack |
@roxy54 , You can’t really expect Beefheart to make much by way of literal sense. I once gave the infamous Trout Mask Replica a spin - what an ordeal that turned out to be! Sad to say, I never really had much luck with his good friend Zappa either. The only lyric of worth I can recall was from Joe’s Cafe. Acquired tastes I guess. @reubent, Wow, I know it’s Jeff Beck, and you’d expect some fireworks, but still wow! A great record with tremendous sonics. https://youtu.be/RbYKOlMclas How did that pass under the radar? ------ The Revolution Will Be Televised "The revolution, it will be televised, You can choose to watch or not, But if you all just talk from the safety of your sofas, There won’t be much revolution to watch" Live version https://youtu.be/RbYKOlMclas |
Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys So, you’ve been to school For a year or two And you know you’ve seen it all In daddy’s car Thinking you’ll go far Back east your type don’t crawl Playing ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Braggin’ that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slum’s got so much soul It’s time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear It’s a holiday in Cambodia It’s tough, kid, but it’s life It’s a holiday in Cambodia Don’t forget to pack a wife You’re a star-belly snitch You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich While your boss gets richer off you Well, you’ll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake Now you can go where the people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son... What you need, my son... Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people are dressed in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you’ll kiss ass or crack Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot It’s a holiday in Cambodia Where you’ll do what you’re told It’s a holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul Pol Pot ------- Somehow, even some 41 years later, this song never loses its power. I first heard it via John Peel on BBC radio. Incredible how times have changed. For decades I thought Jello was singing "Right, God will not help you here!" |
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