31/10/2013:TWISTEDMIXTAPE31

Here’s Jen-The- Rippers directions for this weeks TWISTED MIX TAPE …YOU BETTER FOLLOW THEM…OR ELSE MUUWAHAHAHAHA

Oh and …HEY RRRRRROB Check out Jen’s post (*click above) it’s truly outrageous 😛

“This week’s topic for our Halloween week is Scary songs. You may take full liberty with this topic my friends. Scary because of the content? The appearance of the performer or the song is just that darn bad. Or maybe you have some definition I haven’t thought of yet. Get on it. I wanna know why those songs scare you”

Ok, I love this weeks prompt and again I’m going to use six songs. Sooorrrryyyy! Just kidding, but I am using six songs the first one is for the spirit of Halloween.

Marilyn Manson’s version of  “This is Halloween”  from Nightmare Before Christmas Revisited!

Pretty Awesome huh?

Ok, this one is one of my personal favorites. It’s sad and scary. Scary because it’s real. Sad because people are treated this way.

In my post “Fears”, I mentioned drowning. This would be a very bad way to drown. It’s another nine inch nails song, “Pinion”,  from the album “broken”. Here’s something funny. Not only is this song on the album “Broken” but atleast one of my fingers are broken. HA HA! Friggin’ airbag!

Another M. Manson song “Dope Hat”. Scary because most of the background images are in the original “Willy Wonka” film. The boat ride scene which is freaky and scary was removed from newer dvd releases. Plus they never show the boat ride scene when the film is played on regular cable. Censorship is scarier than anything I’ve seen in a movie or heard in a song. Long live “The Boat Ride”!

Laugh all you want but this next video used to scare the shit out of me when I was little. It still creeps me out a little but I like that it does.

This song and clip are from EraserHead by David Lynch. It’s scary, creepy, dark, disturbing, and I love every minute of it!

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From Father To Son:WILCO-POOR PLACES: 100 WORD SONG

LANCE AND THE 100 WORD SONG – EVERYBODY SHOULD DROP 100 WORDS FOR THIS!

LANCE SAYS:

“This week’s song is so good, I don’t want to delay the anticipation by typing on and on about liking you people. One of Leeroy’s favorites, Didi aka @seablackwithink, has the honors this week. She chose Poor Places by Wilco, from their legendarily awesome Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album. It’s one of my favorite bands, favorite records, and favorite songs. I wrote about 200 words then edited down to 100. My entry is not only a new Silas and Olive, two teenagers on the run in Florida in 1989, episode but also linked up to Velvet Verbosityhttp://www.velvetverbosity.com/ ’s “Anonymous” 100 word prompt.”

“FROM FATHER TO SON”:

If I could speak with your father, I’m sure we’d speak all night.

“We have the same habit, but that’s all right.”

Wonder how he’d feel that we’re together tonight.

“My heart is aching, nerves wrapped too tight.”

That’s ok man, just keep your goals insight.”

“A metal spring coiled so much it’s about to break.”

Just put on some music and give that tension the shake.” 

I laugh and nod. His advice I try to take.

A.C. spits out ice, look back he’s gone, maybe I’m just baked.

He’s gone or never saw him, but I smell old spice.

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WILCODAD

 

WILCORD

 

 

 

Soundtracks: Twisted Mix Tape #28

Jen’s Twisted Mix Tape #28 : Soundtracks

Click above to play, also check out RAISED ON THE RADIO….if you like music …you need to click.

This one is for Symbion Project

This one is for seablackwithink

These last two are for all the gamers out there.

Another mixtape completed.

 

CRAZY LOVE GLUE:Gorillaz:Broken:100 Word Song

Welcome to October. Don’t tell anybody, but after three and a half years, I’m starting to become organized with blogging. With writing here, at www.sprocketink.com , and now the new music site www.raisedontheradio.com with @elleroywashere aka Linda and @jenkehl aka Jen I needed some structure. As a result, I’ve started lining up 100 word song writers to pick one to two weeks in advance. This week is one of our newest 100 word song players, Ryan aka @liquid_poet on the Twitter and his blog where he writes under the name Liquid Poet (great choice) www.infosponge000.wordpress.com If you’re looking for different, smart, and interesting, then Liquid Poet’s your guy. He and Leeroy agreed on Gorillaz’ Broken.

http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2013/10/02/100-word-song-broken/

Crazy Love Glue:

Broken, falling to pieces, immobilized heart.

Life frozen, caught in a cycle of poisonous cures.

Hamster wheels, earth under my feet a treadmill keeping us apart.

Afraid to make contact with you, I continue to poke and stick my body. Creating infected sores.

I feel something pulling me west.

My body aching, my soul agonizing in the clutches of regret.

If only I had the courage I could begin the quest.

Finally receive your silent transmission, asking if I’m ready yet.

Trembling fingers type the words.

Check the inbox the next day. Thankfully the reply was her’s.

 

Guess who I wrote that about?  Yup, Seablackwithink.

 

 

:NIRVANA-LOVE BUZZ : 100 WORD SONG

This week Lance, Leeroy and The 100 Word Song are throwing “Love Buzz” by Nirvana (originally by Shocking Blue) at us…

Thumbs up to ^ that guy for letting my fiance, seablackwithink and myself pick the next two songs:)

 

 

Ok, try singing these lyrics instead of the original lyrics.

 

Baby, I see you looking at me.

As I play my guitar on stage.

Look back at you, straight in the eyes.

Hook up when the show ends.

 

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

 

Come to my place under the bridge.

I got it set up nice.

A cooler with beer and buckets for chairs.

The ground is wet but I lay the blanket over there.

 

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

Get buzzed then get off.

Get off then get buzzed.

 

That’s that.

Thanks Lance!   🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RADIO WAVES IN SEABROOK AT 6:RAISED ON THE RADIO

WRITTEN FOR RAISED ON THE RADIO..

RAISED ON THE RADIO
TITLE: RADIOWAVES IN SEABROOK AT 6

At the age of 6 I have many fond memories.
Sitting on the porch of an abandoned shop which once sold groceries.
Roy, Dennis, and myself. With a boombox set to FM.
Listening to LL Cool J‘s “I need love”, soon we were joined by Balinda & them.
The feeling I got was nice and fuzzy. Hearing that song for the very first time.
Even at my young age I felt the impact of LL’s Love song and rhyme.

Followed by Doug E. Fresh‘s “The Show” which was an awesome jam.
The Inspector Gadget synth made me go “Whoa that’s one of my favorite cartoons, man!”
My teen friends and syblings laughed as they tried to moonwalk in the sand on the concrete.
Someone found a large piece of cardboard perfect for breakdancing, “Let me try guys. That looks neat!”
So I laid on my back. They spun me around. All the while listening to the beatbox section. Such a novel sound.
I tried doing a 4 step with my little feet and not very well. The older ones laughed again.
A great time in our small NJ town.

Later that summer during the hot summer nights. My oldest brother and I listen to Metallica and such.
That’s when he became my musical mentor. Thrashing, headbanging, slam dancing. I miss those nights so much.
I always got my ass kicked by the older ones in our bedroom pit. Enjoyed each moment the summer before 1st grade.
My brother and I bonded, thanks to Metal. Megadeth & Metallica. Ozzy & Black Sabbath. My brother was proud of
the mini-headbanger he had made.

Then summer came to a sad end. The golden rule, pencils and the smell of brand new shoes.
It couldn’t stop Lars drums or LL’s sweet rap from putting on shows in my mind. Without the music at all times
I would get the blues.
I all ready knew what they had to offer in school. The best things I could learn came from casettes & radio.
Maybe I was a little too young to hear songs such as “Fade to black“. So what, I was hooked. I couldn’t let it go.
Looking back through all the years. I can hear all the songs that tickled my tiny ears.
All the music from then to now helped me learn, grow, and get passed some tough times of fear.
Music is my teacher and friend. My family and protector.
But remembering the Radio waves in Seabrook at 6, I see it in my mind’s eye, as if an image from a projector.

And now…

AWW!

Awwsome!

I’LL PUT YOU IN MY CONTACTS :THE CURE -WRONG NUMBER: 100 WORD SONG

LANCE AND THE 100 WORD SONG–CLICK TO JOIN IN!

Here is Lance’s rundown for this weeks 100 word song:

 

“This week is about rule breaking with word play. One of our newest writers, Melissa, aka @realgirlmelissa , is  fellow Georgian and music freak. She writes here:  http://melstepp01.wordpress.com/ . When Leeroy and I asked her to pick the song, she went into total neurotic mode just like I do. After days of stress, she came up with Wrong Number by The Cure. I decided we should play with this in more ways than one. Yes, this is 100 word song and the only “rule” is supposed to be keep it to 100 words, but my entry is going to be 120 words and that plays with the “Wrong Number” choice. That means you have 120 words this week and this week only. I’m sure my friend Velvet atwww.velvetverbosity.com will roll her eyes and reprimand me for linking to her 100 word song prompt of “reset”. So in honor of Melissa, a rebel herself, and The Cure’s Wrong Number, you’re not held to the exact number. You can be wrong.”

BREAKING THE 100 WORD RULE IN HOMAGE TO LEEROY, LANCE AND THE CURE-

This is inspired by my fiance seablackwithink and all the waves. Radio waves, Water waves, Sound waves, light waves, air waves etc.

-I’LL PUT YOU IN MY CONTACTS-

Sometimes I wish i could be gone.

No, the use of the word “gone” is wrong.

Have my life-force energy disperse, through out the universe.

Shining outwards in all directions not just above.

Reaching out to all the sources of love.

It is a fact of physics, energy never dies.

Whoever tells you otherwise lies.

I speak of more than soul. What we are made of matters.

Matter/energy. Einstein said it not me. Do our atoms E T C eternally scatter?

I believe so, also, I believe each and every particle can see. Could be.

Our infinite eyes. Wave & tides of an astronomical sea.

Gazing upon all that exists from this dimension to the next, next, next.

Bouncing off of stars, like from cellphone to satellite relaying our texts, texts, texts.

With a message of love in the evolution of human form.

I know I dialed the correct number because the voice on the other end feels cozy and warm.