LR at a Cribs show

RanaldoNecro · 01.16.2010, 02:20 AM

I went to see the Cribs tonite and late in the set they have mega huge projection of Lee doing spoken word. It lasted about 5 minutes....

Couldn't make out what he was saying...

RanaldoNecro · 01.16.2010, 02:25 AM

One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor

These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
We each know our own fate

We know from our youth, how to be treated
How we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change

You can change your clothes
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings

Ideas swirl but don't stick
They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield

One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us

I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?

Abstract typography, methane covenant
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth

Chemotherapy bullshit

The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
Steam turbine, frog farm

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection

Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again

Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears

I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes

Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
News headlines going around, you watch as they go
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
They're all whispering, shake some leaves

Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully
Paints her face green and mask like
Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe

Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine

Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog farm

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin

Oh, great by me
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit

raging_nelly · 01.16.2010, 03:59 AM

The Cribs were one of my favourite bands (still had a nostalgic affection for them after my young and naive music days).

Until they got Johnny Marr in the line-up, seemingly when against everything they stood for, and released a piss-poor middle-of-the-road indie album.

But yeh, they projected Lee when I saw them coupla years ago now.
There's some videos of him actually performing it live with them in NY circling on youtube.

RanaldoNecro · 01.16.2010, 12:25 PM

Never heard of tehm until they got JM

01.16.2010, 02:20 AM	#1
RanaldoNecro expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Eye Of The Squirrel Posts: 1,481	I went to see the Cribs tonite and late in the set they have mega huge projection of Lee doing spoken word. It lasted about 5 minutes.... Couldn't make out what he was saying... __________________ He is not Alone
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01.16.2010, 02:25 AM	#2
RanaldoNecro expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Eye Of The Squirrel Posts: 1,481	One of those fucking, awful black days When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens Is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor These are the days when I hate the world Hate the rich, hate the happy Hate the complacent, the TV watchers Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things And then I hate myself for realizing that There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living We each know our own fate We know from our youth, how to be treated How we'll be received, how we shall end These things don't change You can change your clothes Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents But sooner or later your own self will always catch up Always it waits in the wings Ideas swirl but don't stick They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head I know a place we can go and I'm falling Love so hard that you wish you were ten Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow Frame by frame With two minutes that take ten years to live out Yeah, let's do that Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky Metal arms outstretched So much land traveled, so little sense made of it It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while I'm disgusted with petty concerns Parking tickets, breakfast specials Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract typography, methane covenant Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth Chemotherapy bullshit The light within you shines like a diamond mine Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway Like a skunk, eating it's own tail Steam turbine, frog farm Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin I know a place we can go and I'm falling Love so hard that you wish you were ten I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image This image I have of your face by the window Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel Your knees up around me, my face in your hair You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears I know a place we can go and I'm falling Love so hard that you wish you were ten Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom Open all the boxes, open all the boxes Open all the boxes, open all the boxes Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings News headlines going around, you watch as they go And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park They're all whispering, shake some leaves Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully Paints her face green and mask like Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe Long shot through apartment window A monologue on top but no girl in shot The light within me shines like a diamond mine Like an unarmed walrus Like a dead man face down on the highway Like a snake eating its own tail A steam turbine, frog farm Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin Oh, great by me Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares? That's the spirit __________________ He is not Alone
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01.16.2010, 03:59 AM	#3
raging_nelly stalker Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Norwich, England Posts: 409	The Cribs were one of my favourite bands (still had a nostalgic affection for them after my young and naive music days). Until they got Johnny Marr in the line-up, seemingly when against everything they stood for, and released a piss-poor middle-of-the-road indie album. But yeh, they projected Lee when I saw them coupla years ago now. There's some videos of him actually performing it live with them in NY circling on youtube. __________________ "Thurston's gonna spin 'till he's dizzy... and that's the right move!" www.myspace.com/myboyslashmygirl www.dischordmusic.blogspot.com
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01.16.2010, 12:25 PM	#4
RanaldoNecro expwy. to yr skull Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Eye Of The Squirrel Posts: 1,481	Never heard of tehm until they got JM __________________ He is not Alone
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