The Plagiarist's Corner, vol. 16: Halloween

A couple days early...

Halloween
by The Dead Kennedys

So it's Halloween
And you feel like dancin'
And you feel like shinin'
And you feel like letting loose

Whatcha gonna be?
Babe you better know
And you better plan
Better plan all day
Better plan all week
Better plan all month
Better plan all year

You're dressed up like a clown
Putting on your act
It's the only time all year
You'll ever admit that

I can see your eyes
I can see your brain
Baby, nothing's changed
I can see your eyes
I can see your brain
Baby, nothing's changed

Because you're hiding in a mask
Takin' fun seriously
No, don't blow this year's chance
Tomorrow, your mold goes back on
After Halloween
After Halloween

Go to work today
You'll go to work tomorrow
Shitfaced tonight
You'll brag about it for months

Remember what I did...
Remember what I was...
Back on Halloween?

But what's in between?
Where are your ideas?
You sit around and dream
For next Halloween

Why not every day?
Are you so afraid?
What will people say?
Why not every day?
Are you so afraid?
What will people say?

After Halloween
After Halloween
After Halloween

Because your role is planned for you
There's nothing you can do
But stop and think it through
But what will the boss say to you?
And what will your girlfriend say to you?
And the people out on the street,
They might glare at you
And whatya know, you're pretty self-conscious too

So you run back and stuff yourself in rigid business costumes
Only at night, to score, is your leather uniform exhumed
Why don't you take your social regulations, shove 'em up your ass
Why don't you take your social regulations, shove 'em up your ass
Why don't you take your social regulations and shove 'em up your ass

The Plagiarist's Corner, vol. 15: The Body

The Body
by Public Image, Ltd.

We want... body
We want... body
We want... body
We want... body

When you run about
Without precautions
You get diseases
Need abortions
Up till now
No vaccination
Can give you back
Your reputation

We want
We want your body
We want
We want your body

Cathy go home
Without your daughter
In a welfare state
She'll be well looked after
And it's easy now
This other person
Is off your back
Not a burden

We want
We want your body
We want
We want your body

Snow in Phoenix

So, they're filming scenes for a movie called "Middle Men" in downtown Phoenix today. This cell-phone picture isn't great, but you can sorta see they're flocking the street, and the front of Seamus' with snow. Obviously, this doesn't actually happen in Phoenix; so I'm trying to figure out how they're going to explain the Palo Verde tree right in front of the bar.

Anyway, it was kinda interesting to watch, but also occurs to me how incredibly boring a business it is. We watched the same car drive through the snow past Seamus' like eight times. Yawn.

In fact, the only fun and excitement was when the attorney who has an office in the building right behind where they're filming gets into a tussle with the cop at the garage exit because he "has every right to use that exit instead of the other one," even though they've closed that exit for the filming. He was being a major-league asshole about the whole thing. I told the cop I wouldn't have objected if he'd tazed the guy.

The Plagiarist's Corner, vol. 14: Kepone Factory

Kepone Factory
by Dead Kennedys

Yeah!
I finally found a job in a paper
Movin' barrels at a chemical plant
There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers
Goin' up my nose and into my lungs

It's the Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Grimy Kepone factory
Turning people into bonsai trees

Now I've got these splitting headaches
Can't quite get it up no more
I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy
Shake all day, I'm seeing double
Yeah!

It's the Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Grimy Kepone factory
Turning people into bonsai trees

Gonna go down your big metal building
Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grab you by your sta-prest collar
And ram some kepone down your throat

The lawyer says,
"That's the breaks, kid
Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life
If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am"
That I'll never drive cuz I shake all the time

Cause of the
Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Kepone poisoning, Minamata
Grimy kepone factory
Yeah!
Ohhh... :::cough:::

The Plagiarist's Corner, vol. 13: Handsome Devil

A little homo-erotic rape fantasy for your Monday morning:

Handsome Devil
by The Smiths

All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And I'd like to help myself

You ask me the time
I sense something more
And I would like to give you what I think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil

Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head in a conjugal bed
I say
I say
I say

I crack the whip and you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it

A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil

Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head in a conjugal bed
I say
I say
I say

I crack the whip and you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it

And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom?
You handsome devil

Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head in a conjugal bed
I say
I say
I say

There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil

More Light Rail Pics

Went out to lunch today, and while waiting for my boy to arrive, this train pulled into the station and parked for a while:
Kinda hard to see, but they had three cars on it: