Ween, Guns n Roses, Cash, Willie, Waylon, Hank, Townes Van Zandt, New Riders of the Purple Sage, MC5, The Clash, T. Rex, Motorhead, Richard Thompson, Talking Heads, Queen, Camper Van Beethoven, Dylan, Cracker, Blind Melon, Kula Shaker, Guthrie, Steve Earle, Buckethead, Southern Culture on the Skids, Gram Parsons, Neil Young, Guy Clark, Merle Haggard, Merle Travis, Aphex Twin, Cylob, Autechre, The Flaming Lips, Lucinda Williams, Danzig, Pixies, The Pogues, Judas Priest, Gwar, Bill Hicks, Tom Waits, Violent Femmes, William S. Burroughs, Pantera, Primus, wierd shit, monkeys, human waste, wacky shit harmonies, and poop jokes.
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"Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses...."
"Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people."
"How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it."
"Music is a savage art, a measured madness."
-Ed Abbey
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"The music business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
"Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don't tell them anything."
"Get out of control, but appear under control. It's not bad to alarm other people, though - it's good for them."
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt."
-HST
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Frank Booth: Hey you wanna go for a ride? Jeffrey Beaumont: No thanks. Frank Booth: No thanks? What does that mean? Jeffrey Beaumont: I don't wanna go. Frank Booth: Go where? Jeffrey Beaumont: For a ride. Frank Booth: A ride! Now that's a good idea!
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Steve Zissou: Oh, shit! Swamp leeches. Everybody, check for swamp leeches, and pull them off... Nobody else got hit? I'm the only one? What's the deal?
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Albert Rosenfeld: You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a nay-sayer and hatchet man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I'll gladly take another, because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method…is love. I love you, Sheriff Truman.
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Nobody: You were a poet and a painter, William Blake. But now, you're a killer of white men.
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Public Address System: Attention all Hudsucker employees. Attention all Hudsucker employees. We regretfully announce that at thirty seconds after the hour of noon, Hudsucker time, Waring Hudsucker, Founder, President, and Chairman of the Board of Hudsucker Industries, merged with the infinite. To mark this occasion of corporate loss, we ask that all employees observe a moment of silent contemplation. (moment of silence) Thank you for your kind attention. This moment has been duly-noted on your time cards and will be deducted from your pay. That is all.
I'm lost in a space most people can't think about. Emanating spores like a moldy air conditioner, I'm like an unbreakable comb in a saucepan. Can you smell that? Yep. It's me. I got more smell rock than a skunk in a garbage bag. Like a pit of kittens. I think you must have heard me right if you didn't hear me at all, cause my songs are the vapor that slips through the cracks inbetween your bones. The broken teeth of the rattlesnake and the farmer with no field, the coop which keeps only dust, and the dirt that leaves the moment it is seen. I will not be able to forget. I can't.
Dudee Jason, I'm the only one to love you or what???? Or am i the only person you keep the comments from??? What's up? Make me laugh, you always have some stupid stories to tell, not that you're stupid, but you always get in trouble with your buds in bars...i'm working 7 days a week at the moment, saving up, maybe soon, i will come and visit you in Portland...it's in my whising list.
Freak:) I just went to see this band tonite....amazing, you know the kinda show you go cuz your friend tells you common life sucks but you are going to love it and i got there and i had my mouth open the whole show...it was amazing. JESSE DE NATALE
ive also seen them a few years back. but it wasnt nearly as good ....i have to say though, that this was one of my top 5 favorite concerts. i just wanted to let you know how good it was incase you change your mind.
The best way to guarantee no one ever breaks into your trailer is to combine the two things that civilization has, throughout history, been most afraid of: pirates (hence the Jolly Roger) and working-class British people (hence the Burberry). Nobody would dare fly a plane into this thing, much less try to burglarize it while the owners are at the bar drinking pints of black Sambuca and beating their children with spiked bats.
