After Axwell with his last “Nothing But Love” summer BOMB, here we go with another summer BOMB from Israel !!!
You can play it at your Bat Mitzvah and even sing on this super fresh karaoke, after that for sure you are ready for Ibiza or the Winter Music Conference !!!
Then after enjoyed all that funky groove, please send your check to Iran Energy Ministry to help them building they own summer BOMB for 2011…!!!
Trop content, à en faire la une provocatrice de leur newsletter les arogants de lesinrocks.com font mauvaise figure, tant mieux la Seban qui s’énerve fort fort fort contre Björk (et son tréma) nous emmerde ! Par contre le banner H&M qui nous emmerde aussi a chaque fois qu’on passe dessus pour aller sur la navigation du site et la pas de problème technique, ça marche très très bien par contre. Enfin qu’en France il n’y ai jamais eu d’artiste comme Björk c’est une chose mais de la à payer une “journaliste” pour chier sur la gueule de Björk il y a une limite all’arrogance musicale Franco-Française…
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Yo! Raps has exclusively learned from hit producer Solar that Hip-Hop legend and GangStarr founder Guru has passed away yesterday morning (April 19) after a long battle with cancer.
According to Solar, Guru suffered from the malicious illness for over a year and after numerous special treatments under the supervision of medical specialists failed, the legendary MC succumbed to the disease. Guru always tried to keep this harrowing diagnosis in private but in early 2010 he had to admit himself to hospital due to serious effects caused by the disease.
Nice To See How Happy You Are Without Me, No Really… by SouthAmericanBeautyCultur
Worst Album Cover? (Sun-Sentinel)
Date submitted: 04/25/2008
from The Nova Convention (Giorno Poetry Systems, 1978)
The Talking Asshole
Performed at The Nova Convention, NYC
December 2, 1978
Emcee: Just sending up for the great uh, Frank Zappa.
FZ: Hiya. How you doin’ tonight? Alright, um, as you know, I’m not the kind of a person that reads books, I’ve said this before many times, I’m not fond of reading. But, I do, I have in the past made exceptions, and uh, one of these exceptions was this part of the, the book that, I’m sure you know, called Naked Lunch, and I’ve received permission to read the part about the talking asshole. So . . .
Before I do, uh, I’ve discussed with Mr. Burroughs before we came out here some of the details that led to the construction of this section of the book. I asked him where he got the idea for this part, and he said that it was derived from the ventriloquist scene in The Dead Of Night, if you know that film. And I had a little bit of trouble following that, for a moment there, until he made it all very clear to me by saying that uh, it was like uh, when you have a ventriloquist dummy and suddenly the dummy starts talking for you. And so, with that introduction, I start on page 132, and it goes like this (ahem.):
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard. This “ass-talk” had a sort of gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you hafta do is “turn loose”? Well, this talking hit you right down there. A bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. A sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival, you dig, and tos tart with, it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called “The Better Oh”, that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it, but it was clever, like, “Oh, I say, are you still down there, old thing? ‘Nah, I had to go relieve myself!’”
After a while, the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib, and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy incurving hooks, and started eating. He thought this was cute at first, and built an act around it. But the asshole would eat its way through his pants, and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags, nobody loved it, an’- and wanted.. and it wanted to be kissed, same as any other mouth. Finally, it talked all the time, day and night. You could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it. But nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him, “It’s you who will shut up in the end, not me. Because, we don’t need you around here any more. I can talk, and eat, AND shit”.
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole’s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call “un D.T.”, undifferentiated tissue, (herr) which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly, and grow there. Grow anywhere . . . on him . . . grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell.
So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneous.. did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa, and only among negros, where the little toe amputates spontaneously?
Except for the eyes, you dig? That’s the one thing the asshole couldn’t do, was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophed, so the brain couldn’t give orders any more. it was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For awhile, you could see the silent helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab’s eye on the end of a stalk.
Frank Zappa @ hediehanvari.com
wtf, Axwell Top 5 best Dj ever !
Doctors at the Royal St James Hospital in Swindon have admitted they were disappointed after an impromptu gig by pop star James Blunt failed to awaken 8-year old Kylie Taylor from a five day coma. Instead consultants believe that for two days afterwards she was even less responsive to stimuli and may have slipped deeper into unconsciousness… [newsbiscuit.com]
There’s a little creepy house
In a little creepy place.
Little creepy town
In a little creepy world.
Little creepy girl with
Her little creepy face,
Saying funny things that you’ve never heard.
Do you know what it’s all about?
Are you brave enough to figure out?
Know that you could set your world on fire,
If you’re strong enough to leave your doubts.
Feel it, breathe it, believe it and
You’ll be walking on air.
Go try, go fly so high and
You’ll be walking on air.
You feel this, unless you kill it -
Go on and you’re forgiven.
I knew, that I could feel that -
I feel like I’m walking on air.
She has a little creepy cat
And little creepy bat.
Little rocking chair
And an old blue hat.
That little creepy girl – oh she loves to sing,
She has a little gift – an amazing thing.
With her little funny eyes of hazel,
With her little funny old blue hat.
She will go and set the world on fire -
No one ever thougt she could do that.
Flitter up
And hover down.
Be all around,
Be all around.
You know that I love you.
Go on.
I’m walking on air.
I’m walking on air.
Kerli – Walking On Air (Official Video)
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