Tracklist:
Kill The Poor • Forward To Death • When Ya Get Drafted • Let's Lynch The Landlord • Drug Me • Your Emotions • Chemical Warfare • California Über Alles • I Kill Children • Stealing Peoples' Mail • Funland At The Beach • Ill In The Head • Holiday In Cambodia • Viva Las Vegas
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Oh. my. god, seriously, every time a chapter comes out my hands start shaking, I was shocked to wake up to see that the chapter had not been posted, only for it to be posted a couple of hours later, and for the record I woke up at 8 am and there is only like a couple of hours difference between US and where I live! Woman! Do you even sleep?
My mom gets furious if I go to bed at 12 pm and I'm a 22 year old grown woman!
Uhhhhhhhh~ it looks like the 'Galois discovers the truth' arc is already taking it's first steps, I want to see the faces of the Draxum squadron when they see the wanted posters, especially when they realize they used a picture of Donatello for 'Galois'!
The guy's reaction when Annie told him about his family, one of the things I'd like to see in the recovery arc is how the humans will adapt to the Yokai, I love Worldbuilding stories.
So while they won't sentence Donnie to death there's still a chance he'll be lynched? Yikes, I hope Bella and Leo's testimonies help with their public opinion, again, it's all Draxum's fault, the guy had the kid for a year and already has like four 🎯 in his head, Splinter was right to take the kids.
Oh, my mother bothers me too if she thinks I'm up too late. But she's usually asleep by then, and I try to get to bed before she gets up for her middle of the night smoke.
Just part of living with your parents as an adult, I guess. Today she drove me crazy going through every item in the kitchen and playing twenty questions with me about it to make room for Thanksgiving supplies. Is this yours? When did you buy it? Is it still good? What kind of cheese is it? When do you eat this? Are you sure I can throw it out? But are you actually going to eat it? (she does this when she goes through anything, it drives me nuts) I literally did a fridge purge less than a month ago too, all the old stuff was hers.
But our rent's been the same since 2013 and our landlords are actually cool people, so fuck if I'm moving out and paying more for a shittier place to live.
It's pretty unrealistic, the Hidden City as a whole places a lot of value on children (so many of them have trouble having bio-kids) and their life stages all scale upwards, so 15-16 is so very very young for them. So the idea that they'd condemn someone so young goes against much of the overarching culture there.
However, Hueso's seen bullshit before. He knows emotions run much higher than reason in times of strife, and he worries about the dehumanization of mutants and the effects that will have. If Yokai see mutants as scary 'Others' who just exist to destroy their way of life, then they'd have no qualms about killing people like Leo or even the kiddos like Fatimah and Jenny-because they're not really people to them. And they would be furious at one of those 'Others' who played a direct part in their hardship.
To be fair, some of it probably would have happened anyway. People like Big Mama (if she was an actual crime boss and not a cartoon version of what a kid thinks a crime boss is) and other rich weirdos would have taken one look at him and been like "sweet! You work for me now. Say no and I'll cripple your legs so you can't run away. :)" Draxum's reputation and being legally his son does protect him somewhat.
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today's menu selection is: a theory about mike's letter.
My brain had just eureka'd and decided to choose ultraviolence today... so here I am.
THE THEORY IS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT, FOR THIS REASON I HAVE TO CUT THE POST, I'M SORRY !
I am a Mike wrote an unsent letter to Will truther and one of the major evidence of this theory is that letters are recurring, throughout S3 and S4.
We can think of Hop's letter to El*ven; El*ven's letter to Mike; Mike's letters to El*ven; Joyce receiving the ransom note, and so on and so forth, you name it.
This is kinda stale, if you ask me. So, I was brainstorming and trying to figure out if we had seen letters prior to S3's finale. Guess what?
Do you recognize this shot?
If you don't, it's from S03E01, min 19:20, and it is meant to be a shot whose purpose is to show us how the opening of the mall has destroyed downtown's small businesses.
Besides the fact that I can't make any sense of some details in this shot, please take a look at the next one:
Yes, again, it's to show the decay of small businesses downtown.
But can I tell something? It's boring.
Now I want you to tighten your seatbelts because, oh Lord knows, we're about to free fall.
Some details
Let's start with the first one, shall we? What do we see?
Some letters, left on the floor; letters that who knows when they were sent and delivered. You can also feel it, they're soaked in rain, wet and covered in dirt
One of these letters stands out: it's the only yellow letter among other plain white ones
Leave the "for lease" sign for later - it's gonna make sense, trust me
The doormat: the pattern is incredibly similar to plants, right?
Now, moving on to the second shot (the laundry one).
We have in total 9 washing machines and two of them have their door open: in particular, they're no. 4 and 7
The two doors are in different lightings: one in the light, and the other in the shadow
Connecting the dots (theory time)
Up until now you might be a little confused, and I was as well when I originally saw these shots, but as the Duffers and David Lynch taught me, there is always something behind the facade.
WHY PUTTING THESE TWO SHOTS ONE AFTER THE OTHER?
My theory here is that maybe, Mike sent a letter to Will: a letter that wasn't delivered or MAYBE it was delivered, but Will never got the chance to read it.
NOW let me try to convince you that I'm not 100% insane.
First shot, alright? The unread letters on the floor: one of them is yellow. You guys get it? Unread/yellow... Will not reading a letter Mike sent him??
Then, the for lease sign: leasing means: a financial arrangement in which a person, company, etc. pays to use land, a vehicle, etc. for a particular period of time.
In this case, we are referring to a real estate, are you with me? So we have the landlord that leases the real estate and someone pays a certain amount of money to use it, so the real estate is not used by the landlord (who still owns it), but by the tenant (who doesn't own it).
The law is lawing (and I assure you it is, as a Law school student) and if we put THAT together with the visuals, what we get is:
Will was the original recipient of the letter (= parallel: landlord) and someone else got it (= tenant).
Ok, so, who was the sender? And who is the tenant? Here is where shot #2 comes handy.
The sender is Mike
This is proved by the followings:
the shot has more of a blue lighting;
one of the washing machine's door is in the shadows;
the washing machine whose door is in the shadows is the no.7 and we all know that Michael has 7 letters, Mike was born APRIL, 7th (4/7) and guess what? He was born in 1971, and 1+9+7+1 = 9 aka the total amount of washing machines.
The "tenant" is El*ven
Proof:
If washing machine #4 is Will, and washing machine #7 is Mike, then since we're talking about a love triangle, 4+7=11 (lol)
The doormat: the plant pattern. Wasn't it El*ven that said Jonathan and Argyle smoked "smelly plants"?
Conclusion
Just imagine: Mike sent a letter to Will, probably signed "Love, Mike" and for some weird reason El*ven got her hands on that letter and she thought it was for her. So she read it and saw the "Love, Mike" and here she began with the whole:"yOu sIgNeD wItH FrOm MiKe".
And this would also explain partly WHY Mike was so upset with Will (because he thought Will received the letter and ignored it) and why Will felt left behind as he thought Mike never reached out, while Mike instead did.
Duffers, you better run faster, I'm after you lol.
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Tagged by @lostlovepunk and @mordcore for this game! Thanks <2!
rules: one song for each letter of your url, then tag as many people as there are letters
I'll tag a few people but not the full... however many letters.
S - Smells Like A Freak Show by Avatar
L - The Leper Affinity by Opeth
O - The Ocean by Against Me!
W - What My Angels See In Me by Trust Fund Ozu
D - Death to the Holy by Zeal & Ardor
R - Reverie by Polyphia
O - Our Proof of Life by Dark Tranquility
N - Nancy Boy by Placebo
E - Even Steven by Tom Robinson
D - Dnr by Minor Inconvenience
A - All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey, covered by My Chemical Romance
N - Norse Truth by Against Me!
G - G.I.N.A.S.F.S. by Fall Out Boy
E - //Error// by Minor Inconvenience
L - Let's Lynch the Landlord by Dead Kennedys
S - Succubus by Trust Fund Ozu
Deliberately chose some more niche music for this so it's not just MCR haha.
Playlist:
Tagged: @ccramify @bastardfruitsandbasil @faith-orise & whomever else wants to join in! Please make a separate post so I don't get flooded.
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10 songs + 10 people
Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up, then tag ten other people.
Tagged by @jackiemonroe5512, @xoxoladyaz and @tartarusknight (sorry it took so long to get around to this, and thanks sm for the tags!)
Perfect Illusion, Lady Gaga
My My Kind of Girl, Ramones
Saints & Sinners, Bullet For My Valentine
End Of Time, Beyonce
Can You Feel the Love Tonight, The Lion King
Last Resort, Papa Roach
Am I Dreaming, Lil Nas X
We Both Reached for the Gun, Chicago
Bicycle Race, Queen
Let's Lynch The Landlord, Dead Kennedys
Once again, I am indirectly tagging. I don't know who's ok with being tagged, so if you're reading this and want to take part; you're tagged. I have tagged you. @ 🫵
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The Ledge #540: Archive Releases
It's no secret that I'm a sucker for box sets and other repackages of previously released material. I may be new release oriented, but I love a good set of odds and ends. Give me those unheard demos. Let me hear those old concerts.
Tonight's show compiles those types of records. There's unreleased material by a forgotten band that were contemporaries of the New York Dolls. There's a new mixes of classic Dead Kennedys songs. There's numerous outtakes by the likes of Wilco and Joe Strummer. And there's also the recently discovered early recordings of future Velvet Underground tunes by Lou Reed. Plus, a ton of live releases from Todd Snider, Pixies, Soul Asylum, and others.
I would love it if every listener bought at least one record I played on either of these shows. These great artists deserve to be compensated for their hard work, and every purchase surely helps not only pay their bills but fund their next set of wonderful songs. And if you buy these records directly from the artist or label, please let them know you heard these tunes on The Ledge! Let them know who is giving them promotion! You can find this show at almost any podcast site, including iTunes and Stitcher...or
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!
1. The Beatles, And Your Bird Can Sing (Second Version / Take 5)
2. Wilco, Not For The Season (Laminated Cat) (Here Comes Everybody Version)
3. Wilco, I’m The Man Who Loves You (The Unified Theory Of Everything Version)
4. Wilco, Kamera (Lonely In The Deep End Version)
5. Wilco, I’m A Wheel (Live at The Pageant, St. Louis, MO 7/23/02)
6. Lou Reed, I'm Waiting for the Man (May 1965 Demo)
7. Lou Reed, Heroin (May 1965 Demo)
8. The House Of Love, I Can't Stand It
9. The House Of Love, I Don't Know Why I Love You
10. Joe Strummer, X-Ray Style (Demo)
11. Todd Snider, John Prine
12. Todd Snider, Handsome John
13. Joe Strummer, Coma Girl (Outtake)
14. Jim Basnight, Last Night
15. Jim Basnight, I Return
16. The Smithereens, Out Of This World
17. The Libertines, Boys in the Band (December 2001 Demo)
18. The Libertines, I Get Along (December 2001 Demo)
19. Pixies, Head On
20. Pixies, Here Comes Your Man
21. Peter Hook & The Light, Transmission
22. Soul Asylum, Without a Trace (Live at Majestic Theatre, Ventura, CA - April 1993)
23. Soul Asylum, Summer of Drugs
24. Dead Kennedys, Kill The Poor (2022 Mix)
25. Dead Kennedys, Let's Lynch The Landlord (2022 Mix)
26. The Stooges, I Wanna Be Your Dog (Studio Session London)
27. The Stooges, No Fun (Studio Session London)
28. The Streetwalkin' Cheetahs, Pills
29. The Streetwalkin' Cheetahs, Stiff Competition
30. The Harlots of 42nd Street, Spray Paint Bandit
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hi again, srs!
lmao glad you appreciate the signoff it was either that or 🧍
oooo I don't know much about rammstein really- I do have an incredible love for ramones, dead kennedys, and nirvana tho
what are some of your favorites by dk and nirvana?? I really like chemical warfare and negative creep, also drain you and let's lynch the landlord
my favorite bands are probably the clash, green day, nirvana, beatles, led zeppelin, and many many more like tens and tens 😭
I'm really digging reinventing axl rose by against me! rn-
what are some of your favorite songs you'd recommend in general?
Hello there 🕺🕺🕺!! Didn't have enough time til now to answer the ask, apologies D:
Totally fair that you don't know anything about them, I didn't start listening to them in time to put that on my google form anyway :P That's so cool that you like those three, they're some of my absolute favorites!!
For the Dead Kennedys, my absolute favorite is definitely Soup Is Good Food (I did a whole school project on this song, sdfslkdjfsl, I still love it <3 I think it was also my second DK song after Police Truck), but they have SO many that I love.....Drug Me, At My Job, and Your Emotions are probably my other top favorites!! For Nirvana, my absolute favorites are Breed, Stay Away, Lithium, Downer, Return of the Rat, and Anorexorcist :))
I'm currently listening to Negative Creep since I don't think I've actually listened to it enough to save it to my liked before, and AAAA, love love love <33 The guitar is so punchy, sdlfksjlk, it is the funkiest sound, eeee <3
I listen to a couple Clash and Green Day songs (London Calling, Brand New Cadillac, Know Your Enemy), not really anything from either the Beatles nor Led Zeppelin though, unless you count Paul McCartney's Temporary Secretary (<- I'm very normal about that song) :') I do like telling people that John Lennon liked to sleep in a coffin though. At the start of the year, my music theory class learned the solfège to Hey Jude, so it was an entertaining fun fact moment :P
Ooo, I'll definitely be sure to listen to Reinventing in full soon!! I'm listening to the title track right now, and it definitely sounds like the album could be fun :0
Songs I'd recommend, HM! I struggle so much to pick favorites so these are based more on what I know of your taste than mine, ahaha
Definitely Murder or Chainsaw Love by the band Murder (released in 1982)—they are fun and kind of obscure so that's the type of recommendation I always spring to. They're not on Spotify to my knowledge, but searching "murder chainsaw love 1982" on YouTube gets the result. Bloodstains by Agent Orange and Go in Circles by Pentagram are songs I find fun. My current top beloved song is probably Moskau by Rammstein, it is very <3 And the last song I'll list here is Faul by Tales of the Tomb, it's maybe not quite to your taste but it's about Paul is Dead Theory, so I'll throw it out there considering you like the Beatles :P
I'd love any recommendations you have for me as well!!
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Puerto Rican Obituary // Pedro Pietri
They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted
They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission
They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five
They worked
They worked
They worked
and they died
They died broke
They died owing
They died never knowing
what the front entrance
of the first national city bank looks like
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
passing their bill collectors
on to the next of kin
All died
waiting for the garden of eden
to open up again
under a new management
All died
dreaming about america
waking them up in the middle of the night
screaming: Mira Mira
your name is on the winning lottery ticket
for one hundred thousand dollars
All died
hating the grocery stores
that sold them make-believe steak
and bullet-proof rice and beans
All died waiting dreaming and hating
Dead Puerto Ricans
Who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break
from the ten commandments
to KILL KILL KILL
the landlords of their cracked skulls
and communicate with their latino souls
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets
where the mice live like millionaires
and the people do not live at all
are dead and were never alive
Juan
died waiting for his number to hit
Miguel
died waiting for the welfare check
to come and go and come again
Milagros
died waiting for her ten children
to grow up and work
so she could quit working
Olga
died waiting for a five dollar raise
Manuel
died waiting for his supervisor to drop dead
so he could get a promotion
Is a long ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
where they were buried
First the train
and then the bus
and the cold cuts for lunch
and the flowers
that will be stolen
when visiting hours are over
Is very expensive
Is very expensive
But they understand
Their parents understood
Is a long non-profit ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Dreaming
Dreaming about queens
Clean-cut lily-white neighborhood
Puerto Ricanless scene
Thirty-thousand-dollar home
The first spics on the block
Proud to belong to a community
of gringos who want them lynched
Proud to be a long distance away
from the sacred phrase: Que Pasa
These dreams
These empty dreams
from the make-believe bedrooms
their parents left them
are the after-effects
of television programs
about the ideal
white american family
with black maids
and latino janitors
who are well train—
to make everyone
and their bill collectors
laugh at them
and the people they represent
Juan
died dreaming about a new car
Miguel
died dreaming about new anti-poverty programs
Milagros
died dreaming about a trip to Puerto Rico
Olga
died dreaming about real jewelry
Manuel
died dreaming about the irish sweepstakes
They all died
like a hero sandwich dies
in the garment district
at twelve o’clock in the afternoon
social security number to ashes
union dues to dust
They knew
they were born to weep
and keep the morticians employed
as long as they pledge allegiance
to the flag that wants them destroyed
They saw their names listed
in the telephone directory of destruction
They were train to turn
the other cheek by newspapers
that mispelled mispronounced
and misunderstood their names
and celebrated when death came
and stole their final laundry ticket
They were born dead
and they died dead
Is time
to visit sister lopez again
the number one healer
and fortune card dealer
in Spanish Harlem
She can communicate
with your late relatives
for a reasonable fee
Good news is guaranteed
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable—
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
Let them know this right away
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Now that your problems are over
and the world is off your shoulders
help those who you left behind
find financial peace of mind
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
If the right number we hit
all our problems will split
and we will visit your grave
on every legal holiday
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
let them know this right away
We know your spirit is able
Death is not dumb and disable
RISE TABLE RISE TABLE
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Hating fighting and stealing
broken windows from each other
Practicing a religion without a roof
The old testament
The new testament
according to me gospel
of the internal revenue
the judge and jury and executioner
protector and eternal bill collector
Secondhand shit for sale
learn how to say Como Esta Usted
and you will make a fortune
They are dead
They are dead
and will not return from the dead
until they stop neglecting
the art of their dialogue—
for broken english lessons
to impress the mister goldsteins—
who keep them employed
as lavaplatos
porters messenger boys
factory workers maids stock clerks
shipping clerks assistant mailroom
assistant, assistant assistant
to the assistant’s assistant
assistant lavaplatos and automatic
artificial smiling doormen
for the lowest wages of the ages
and rages when you demand a raise
because is against the company policy
to promote SPICS SPICS SPICS
Juan
died hating Miguel because Miguel’s
used car was in better running condition
than his used car
Miguel
died hating Milagros because Milagros
had a color television set
and he could not afford one yet
Milagros
died hating Olga because Olga
made five dollars more on the same job
Olga
died hating Manuel because Manuel
had hit the numbers more times
than she had hit the numbers
Manuel
died hating all of them
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
and Olga
because they all spoke broken english
more fluently than he did
And now they are together
in the main lobby of the void
Addicted to silence
Off limits to the wind
Confine to worm supremacy
in long island cemetery
This is the groovy hereafter
the protestant collection box
was talking so loud and proud about
Here lies Juan
Here lies Miguel
Here lies Milagros
Here lies Olga
Here lies Manuel
who died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Always broke
Always owing
Never knowing
that they are beautiful people
Never knowing
the geography of their complexion
PUERTO RICO IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
PUERTORRIQUENOS ARE A BEAUTIFUL RACE
If only they
had turned off the television
and tune into their own imaginations
If only they
had used the white supremacy bibles
for toilet paper purpose
and make their latino souls
the only religion of their race
If only they
had return to the definition of the sun
after the first mental snowstorm
on the summer of their senses
If only they
had kept their eyes open
at the funeral of their fellow employees
who came to this country to make a fortune
and were buried without underwears
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
will right now be doing their own thing
where beautiful people sing
and dance and work together
where the wind is a stranger
to miserable weather conditions
where you do not need a dictionary
to communicate with your people
Aqui
Se Habla Espanol
all the time
Aqui you salute your flag first
Aqui there are no dial soap commercials
Aqui everybody smells good
Aqui tv dinners do not have a future
Aqui the men and women admire desire
and never get tired of each other
Aqui Que Pasa Power is what’s happening
Aqui to be called negrito
means to be called LOVE
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Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables Dead Kennedys Released September 2 1980 This is the Dead Kennedy's debut album which is also listed in the book "1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die" and it is ranked as number 365 on the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time". For any of you who know the song "Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis, there is a cover of this song by Dead Kennedys. I had to double check my turntable speed to make sure I didn't accidentally leave on a faster rpm speed when I heard this version. I'm not really a fan of the band but enjoyed this version of Viva Las Vegas, it was a good laugh. Side One Kill The Poor Forward To Death When Ya Get Drafted Let's Lynch The Landlord Police Truck Drug Me Your Emotions Chemical Warfare Side Two California Uber Alles I Kill Children Stealing Peoples' Mail Funland at the Beach Ill In The Head Holiday In Cambodia Viva Las Vegas Please Comment, Like, & Follow Me Here On Instagram! #deadkennedys #freshfruitforrottingvegetables #punkrock #punkmusic #punkrockfans #1980 #recordcollecting #recordsofinstagram #punkrecords #vinyllover #onmyturntable #instavinyl #vinylnerd #iloverecords #nowspinning #vinylcollection #vinylrecords #albumoftheday #records #33andathird #vinylfreak #vinylclub #80spunk #vinyloftheday #vinyljunkie #santaclarita #santaclaritavalley #santaclaritavinylrecords #scvvinylrecords #scvvinylcollection 5234 052822 (at Santa Clarita, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeHS35HPXFW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Puerto Rico Obituary
Pedro Pietri
They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted
They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission
They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five
They worked
They worked
They worked
and they died
They died broke
They died owing
They died never knowing
what the front entrance
of the first national city bank looks like
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
passing their bill collectors
on to the next of kin
All died
waiting for the garden of eden
to open up again
under a new management
All died
dreaming about america
waking them up in the middle of the night
screaming: Mira Mira
your name is on the winning lottery ticket
for one hundred thousand dollars
All died
hating the grocery stores
that sold them make-believe steak
and bullet-proof rice and beans
All died waiting dreaming and hating
Dead Puerto Ricans
Who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break
from the ten commandments
to KILL KILL KILL
the landlords of their cracked skulls
and communicate with their latino souls
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets
where the mice live like millionaires
and the people do not live at all
are dead and were never alive
Juan
died waiting for his number to hit
Miguel
died waiting for the welfare check
to come and go and come again
Milagros
died waiting for her ten children
to grow up and work
so she could quit working
Olga
died waiting for a five dollar raise
Manuel
died waiting for his supervisor to drop dead
so he could get a promotion
Is a long ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
where they were buried
First the train
and then the bus
and the cold cuts for lunch
and the flowers
that will be stolen
when visiting hours are over
Is very expensive
Is very expensive
But they understand
Their parents understood
Is a long non-profit ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Dreaming
Dreaming about queens
Clean-cut lily-white neighbourhood
Puerto Ricanless scene
Thirty-thousand-dollar home
The first spics on the block
Proud to belong to a community
of gringos who want them lynched
Proud to be a long distance away
from the sacred phrase: Que Pasa
These dreams
These empty dreams
from the make-believe bedrooms
their parents left them
are the after-effects
of television programs
about the ideal
white american family
with black maids
and latino janitors
who are well train—
to make everyone
and their bill collectors
laugh at them
and the people they represent
Juan
died dreaming about a new car
Miguel
died dreaming about new anti-poverty programs
Milagros
died dreaming about a trip to Puerto Rico
Olga
died dreaming about real jewellery
Manuel
died dreaming about the irish sweepstakes
They all died
like a hero sandwich dies
in the garment district
at twelve o’clock in the afternoon
social security number to ashes
union dues to dust
They knew
they were born to weep
and keep the morticians employed
as long as they pledge allegiance
to the flag that wants them destroyed
They saw their names listed
in the telephone directory of destruction
They were train to turn
the other cheek by newspapers
that mis-spelled mispronounced
and misunderstood their names
and celebrated when death came
and stole their final laundry ticket
They were born dead
and they died dead
Is time
to visit sister lopez again
the number one healer
and fortune card dealer
in Spanish Harlem
She can communicate
with your late relatives
for a reasonable fee
Good news is guaranteed
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable—
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
Let them know this right away
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Now that your problems are over
and the world is off your shoulders
help those who you left behind
find financial peace of mind
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
If the right number we hit
all our problems will split
and we will visit your grave
on every legal holiday
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
let them know this right away
We know your spirit is able
Death is not dumb and disable
RISE TABLE RISE TABLE
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Hating fighting and stealing
broken windows from each other
Practicing a religion without a roof
The old testament
The new testament
according to me gospel
of the internal revenue
the judge and jury and executioner
protector and eternal bill collector
Second-hand shit for sale
learn how to say Como Esta Usted
and you will make a fortune
They are dead
They are dead
and will not return from the dead
until they stop neglecting
the art of their dialogue—
for broken english lessons
to impress the mister goldsteins—
who keep them employed
as lavaplatos
porters messenger boys
factory workers maids stock clerks
shipping clerks assistant mailroom
assistant, assistant assistant
to the assistant’s assistant
assistant lavaplatos and automatic
artificial smiling doormen
for the lowest wages of the ages
and rages when you demand a raise
because is against the company policy
to promote SPICS SPICS SPICS
Juan
died hating Miguel because Miguel’s
used car was in better running condition
than his used car
Miguel
died hating Milagros because Milagros
had a colour television set
and he could not afford one yet
Milagros
died hating Olga because Olga
made five dollars more on the same job
Olga
died hating Manuel because Manuel
had hit the numbers more times
than she had hit the numbers
Manuel
died hating all of them
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
and Olga
because they all spoke broken english
more fluently than he did
And now they are together
in the main lobby of the void
Addicted to silence
Off limits to the wind
Confine to worm supremacy
in long island cemetery
This is the groovy hereafter
the protestant collection box
was talking so loud and proud about
Here lies Juan
Here lies Miguel
Here lies Milagros
Here lies Olga
Here lies Manuel
who died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Always broke
Always owing
Never knowing
that they are beautiful people
Never knowing
the geography of their complexion
PUERTO RICO IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
PUERTORRIQUENOS ARE A BEAUTIFUL RACE
If only they
had turned off the television
and tune into their own imaginations
If only they
had used the white supremacy bibles
for toilet paper purpose
and make their latino souls
the only religion of their race
If only they
had return to the definition of the sun
after the first mental snowstorm
on the summer of their senses
If only they
had kept their eyes open
at the funeral of their fellow employees
who came to this country to make a fortune
and were buried without underwear
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
will right now be doing their own thing
where beautiful people sing
and dance and work together
where the wind is a stranger
to miserable weather conditions
where you do not need a dictionary
to communicate with your people
Aqui
Se Habla Espanol
all the time
Aqui you salute your flag first
Aqui there are no dial soap commercials
Aqui everybody smells good
Aqui tv dinners do not have a future
Aqui the men and women admire desire
and never get tired of each other
Aqui Que Pasa Power is what’s happening
Aqui to be called negrito
means to be called LOVE
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“Eat the rich / Lynch your landlord”
Stickers spotted in Charleston, South Carlonia
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New podcast episode is up! This week, grab some propane cuz we're gonna burn everything down to the music of the Dead Kennedys with their iconic punk album, Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables. Also, Happy Halloween everyone! Have fun and stay safe :)
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Worldbuilding: Cove Doctor
If you’re writing a setting where people are isolated from a larger society, or have a tradition of being isolated, consider the fact that many professions are only viable when you have a lot of people with spare money lying around. Bookstore owner, for example - for that to work as a full-time job you need a lot of readers who can afford books, and people to write the books, bind them, etc. The smaller your group, the more stress it’s under, the less “official” professions you’re likely to have, along with more amateurs, part-time sort-of professionals, and “I’m a vet, humans are four-legged animals, I’ll see what I can do”.
The Appalachian Mountains have been referred to as America’s first - and last - frontier. It was and to some extent remains the place to go when you had nowhere else to go; especially if you wanted to live without getting tangled up in the affairs of others, for good or ill. Germans, English, Welsh, Irish, Scots-Irish, various and sundry others; all went into the hills hoping to put the rest of the world behind them. To give just one example, many of the Scots-Irish were originally Scottish peasantry uprooted so English landlords could run more profitable sheep, and dumped into Northern Ireland, particularly Ulster, to serve as a living barrier between the angry Irish who’d been shoved out into the hinterlands and their English landlords.
It should tell you something that a significant number of said Scots-Irish deliberately headed overseas and into foreign mountains to fight Indians instead.
With them they brought the traditions of people who never had or couldn’t afford modern doctors. There were people who passed down midwifing and nursing the sick, of course. But there were also those who had the power of curing, who might work through herbs, prayer, laying on of hands, and often some combination of all three.
(BTW, anyone who side-eyes the custom of praying while mixing medicinal preparations? Clocks. Cost. Money. Significant money, up until modern times. The length of a spoken prayer, however, is a fairly reliable time-unit. You can’t tell a patient without a clock, “steep this for X minutes before you drink it”. You can say, “steep this for five Our Fathers and one Apostle’s Creed, then drink before it cools.”)
Beyond physical ills and injuries are the supernatural dangers. Ill luck. Curses. Love charms (which can also be curses). Haints. Boogers. Lost objects, possibly taken by the Little Folk of the woods. Oh, there are things any person can do to try and brush the taints off - hillfolk are independent - but sometimes even the most isolated hollow needs to call in an expert. Or the closest they have. These are the cove doctors.
Most of what cove doctors do is helpful, if only for someone’s peace of mind. Though there have been some who laid curses instead of lifting them, and a couple memorable ones in folklore who tried to play both ends against the middle and charge a fee to lift the curse they themselves secretly cast. Such immoral people have interesting stories attached, including shapeshifting into various beasties and wreaking havoc. But they usually did not end well, particularly when they ran up against a smarter cove doctor or sheriff.
(Sometimes one and the same person. There’s enforcing the legal system, and then there’s being a peace officer, by making sure things the law doesn’t cover still get handled. Preferably before there’s a lynch mob.)
Thing is, for all their trained expertise, they do not and cannot survive on cove doctoring alone, just as most tiny towns can’t afford full-time firefighters. They have to have another source of making a living to get by. Might be farming, crafts, running a small store, you name it. But they do something else besides just helpful magic.
So if your story has an expert in the esoteric hiding out in a settlement of isolated people touchy about outsiders... think about how they’re making a living. Maybe they’re not; maybe they’re retired, or actually hiding out, and money is Not a Problem. (Or at least, not yet.)
Small societies are different. In the age of the internet, it takes some work to realize how different. Get in the research! It’s worth it.
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i’m glad juneteenth has been recognized as a national holiday, and i’m sure a lot of other people are too. but what we’re not happy about is the US making this a national holiday as an attempt to get out of actually benefiting us. they make this a holiday then won’t even let people teach about it in schools. they are ignoring things like the anti-lynching bill, police and prison reform, and things that will actually benefit us.
imagine if you contacted your landlord saying “the pipes are leaking, the power is out, there’s roaches everywhere, and you need to fix it because i can’t afford to leave” and then the landlord just gives you a present, hoping it will make you stop talking about the issues with the apartment. the apartment is america, the landlord is the government, and the issues are the injustices that us black people face everyday.
instead of making america a safer and better place for PoC, the lgbtq+ community, and disabled people, they are just giving us these holidays and these months thinking it will appease us, when really it just pisses us off even more. and on top of all of it, people are going to be using this holiday for money, having juneteenth sales as if they actually give a damn about us. this holiday should not be used for profit. it needs to shed light on the injustices we faced and still face today. we won’t stop talking about it until it’s fixed. making juneteenth a national holiday isn’t going to shut us up.
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