I won't sit down, and I won't shut up.

Aled, 17, I will rant about shit music, rave about good stuff, and generally just do your heads in, but thats why you need to follow me!

Oh hey there tumblr! It has been a while! I thought I’d post because my grandparents were questioning me about what blogging was, so I thought damn I haven’t posted in a while!
So hmmm what’s new… I’m on my way to brizzle with the grandparents to see my sister, that’s about it really, life is really boring living in a deadend down like port talbot (know many people will condem me for saying that but it’s true). The only thing to do around here is get drunk, and I’m I’m being totally honest that gets a lil tedius going to the same places.

fthc

frank turner writes some of the greatest lyrics of all time, FACT… his solo work is amazing but some of what he wrote with million dead is just political and crazy as fuck… following this are the lyrics to charlie and the propaganda myth machine, absolutly brilliant song writing

if every child chased dreams of societal reorganization
in place of sweet wrappers and escape,
then we would see mr. cadbury’s enlightened industrialism
for what it really fucking is:
social morphine ?we’d have ourselves a pre-school army.
walt disney is pushing social and sexual hierarchy,
my bed-time stories like a gmtv gomulka.
slumbering in my jimmy-jammies,
my wondrous imagination long since closed and put away.
willy wonka was a capitalist confidence trickster,
a poster boy for neo-liberalism, a full-stop on revolt.
and the bfg a propagandist for an unaccountable regime,
orwell’s vision with a wrinkled face.
hold out the arm and quiet the voice.
my first macdonald’s visit a vaccination,
like the time my parents took me to the school / clinic,
and handed me over to the teacher / nurse / whatever.
i too got sucked in by the myth machine.
unattainable, but i just wish we weren’t so fucking mindless.
drowned in a recurring nightmare of causal influence.
a little more suspicion in our fairy tales please.
mum and dad, i’m sorry, i won’t do what enid blyton told me.
our jealousy at their opportunity:
the once weak will one day rule this world.
the monsters underneath the bed are merely jaded failings

by far the album of 2011

by far the album of 2011

lots of people have hate for this man, but I honestly think the man is a genius!

lots of people have hate for this man, but I honestly think the man is a genius!

I liked this

I was going through the ray lamontage- trouble album’s sleevnotes and I found this quote, originally from the last temptation of christ by nikos kaztantzakis… translated to english in 1960…. but yeah i liked this so here it goes

“And you, liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord’s commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn the sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song…”

now I’m not religious, I’m against the concept of worshipping god cause I cannot get my head around how everything is run by a higher being, but I actually loved this quote, found it quite deep, but yeah its good!

Final note

Quick final addition to my last post… This country has seemed to build up a fantasy world in which to hide themselves away in, and to be quite honest, although I quite like being hidden away from the real world, cause some of what goes on is horrible, I think we all need to get our heads out of the sand, and out of this perfect tv world and see that not everything is gonna work out like it is in the films, life is gonna be hard, but you gotta make what you can of it! We take advantage of being sheltered and being superior in our lifestyles but we’re just fucking monkeys in shoes

Rant over!
Much love