11th March 2014

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Promotional posters for David Comes to Life (2011) by hardcore band Fucked Up.  Each poster features a character who appears in the storyline that runs throughout the album.

That’s Ian Russell in the first photo. Legendary acoustic guitarist, who was/is in one of my favourite bands.

I have much respect for Fucked Up. You have to admire how serious they take their art/work.

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3rd February 2014

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Happy Birthday to Simone Schmidt. One of my absolute favourite songwriters. I can’t begin to explain the impact her music has had on me.

One Hundred Dollars - No Good Way To Stay

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15th January 2014

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One Hundred Dollars - Black Gold

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15th January 2014

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One Hundred Dollars - Black Gold

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15th January 2014

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One Hundred Dollars - Black Gold (Live at the Horseshoe)

This song has always given me chills.

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15th January 2014

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One Hundred Dollars - Black Gold

Lyrics to the song can found here, or here.

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15th January 2014

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Black Gold

wrlittle:

We flock and pump our pennies in the sick VLT glow, with our feathers slick with oil there ain’t nowhere we can go but the twenty brand new barrooms that they built just for our kind.  Yeah, we’re dirty and ugly and hard to refine as the sands that we dig three hours from closing time. And I’d not been one to gamble till the day I reached the Fort - Pipelines run through my pockets, my desires they distort. There’s a voice in my head tellin’ me I should fold, but the ring around my finger is made of black gold.

Teresa sets the standard, long legs clothed in shear black hose.  She can charge 300 higher and her business never slows. In our arms she bluffs the lovin’ of our wives left out of sight, cuz us workin’ men need workin’ girls to work us through the night. There’s a voice on the line I keep putting on hold, she says my spitting image is spitting up he’s getting on, he’s getting old. And a voice in my head tellin’ me I should fold, but the ring around my finger is made of black gold

It’s 2 gallons burned for every one that we earn but the smoke in the sky I’d renege. You’ve got to play to win, I bid myself, my next of kin.  Over all the game is rigged. There’s a voice in my head tellin’ me I should fold, but the ring around my finger is made of black gold. And there’s no going back, long the highway’s been sold and the rings round our fingers are made of black gold.  

It’s two gallons burned for every one that we earn. It’s two gallons burned for everyone.

(Russell, Schmidt)

STOP POISONING OUR WATER
STOP KILLING OUR PEOPLE
STOP DESTROYING CANADA
HONOUR THE TREATIES

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15th January 2014

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One Hundred Dollars - Friend of the Devil

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14th December 2013

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One Hundred Dollars - Work 

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14th December 2013

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Work

Four grand short and this I know, we’ve got quite a ways to go, and every morning, I wonder why we spend our lives trying to get by doing work for other people, that they don’t cherish and never will, doing work for other people, until we perish another’s will.

The baker kneads, the mason breaks, the groundsman bends, the tax man takes, the linesman trips, the mill man dyes, the waiter waits, the escort lies. And they’re doing work for other people that they don’t cherish, and never will. They’re doing work for other people, until they perish another’s will.

The anchor sits with no good news. He reads it loud at steady cue.  “The bull is shot, the market falls, a crushing weight upon us all.”  And so my friend, we’ll start our day, leaving love for bills to pay, and bend to thieves of pockets gold who likely will foreclose our home.  But they’re doing work, for other people, that they don’t cherish, and never will. They’re doing work for other people, until they perish, another’s will.

- One Hundred Dollars (Russell, Schmidt)

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