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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Some Thoughts late at night...

My personal theory of just what's wrong with North America.  Lather, Rinse, Repeat. It has probably not escaped your attention, that, when showering, if you turn the shampoo bottle around, you will find those words. Lather, Rinse, Repeat. And that is exactly what I feel is wrong in North America today.  We live in a society so simple that the manufacturers of shampoo feel the need to include instructions on their product. A product that most North Americans have been using their entire lives. And they still haven't got it. C'mon, even a hairdresser could figure it out by themselves (or at least in a small group).  And it's not like one of those goofy warnings you see once in a while, like the blow-dryer with the warning "Do not use in shower" or the little silicone pack in new shoes that says "Do not eat". Those are there for a reason, and the reason is that someone has actually done it. True! Hair dryers never bore the warning until some idiot actually used one in the shower. A certain brand of lawn mower, the amazing 'Fly-Mo' (no wheels, it sort of hovered around like a , well, like a hovercraft) suddenly started displaying the warning "Do not use to trim hedges" because some brain-dead mouthbreather actually picked one of these things up by the edges to do a little trimming.  The only things that got trimmed were 5 or 6 of his idiot fingers.  Ah, well, social Darwinism, eh? More whiskey for the rest of us. But Lather, Rinse, Repeat? No, not there to protect the stupid, just there to direct the stupid.  And they will probably be directed straight into the nearest catholic church where they will symbolically kill and eat their own god, all of which leads me to this (long overdue) conclusion: Religion is not, as Marx claimed, the "Opiate of the Masses", it is the "Appetizer of the Unbalanced".
 
Now,

Lather, Rinse, Repeat.

Blast from the past

Yeah, yeah, I know its been a while since there's been any action here - I'm working on it. Promise. Until then, here's a time machine to 1982!

Shock Therapy ‘82
NiK NormaL © 1982 All Rights Reserved 
Performed by NeoMorte

Once I was domestic, the house and the wife,
Whole situation seemed plastic, it twisted my life.
The only solution, short of total despair,
Was to short-circuit my brains out, til I couldn’t care, so…

I went to Shock (shock) Therapy.
It makes me how they like me to be.
Don’t let up on my Shock (shock) Therapy.

I used to have feathers, now I’ve got spikes,
I dress in black leathers, and studs and the likes.
Traded in all my platforms for old combat boots,
I’d rather listen to chain-saws than cellos or flutes.

Slam me up with Shock (shock) Therapy.
Feed my sense of false security.
Don’t take away my Shock (shock) Therapy.

I used to stay home, now I stay in the bars.
Had a comfortable bed, but now I’m sleeping in cars.
And though I’m more out of tune now, than I ever was,
Seems I’m happier this way and I think it’s because ...

I went to  Shock (shock) Therapy.
Just point me to where I’m supposed to be.
Send me back to Shock (shock) Therapy.

Old friends all snub me, they say that I’ve changed.
My Dad doesn’t like me, Mum thinks I’m deranged.
They want explanations, but it all seems so lame,
Cuz since electricity, nothing’s the same!!!

I love my Shock (shock) Therapy.
Now all your tired shit can’t bother me!
I wanna live in Shock (shock) Therapy.