urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare you know the drill red FUCKIN' scare 2004-09-11T00:38:26Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:4900 2004-09-11T00:38:26Z 2004-09-11T00:38:26Z go go motorcade?? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:4757 2004-08-20T21:54:12Z 2004-08-20T21:54:12Z <a name="cutid1"></a>If you’re goin to the city boy, there ain’t no turning back<br />But there’s something that you oughta know ‘fore it turns your insides black<br /><br />It’s a hard-loving woman / doesn’t doesn’t fuck lying down<br />She’ll laugh and / then slap you when you don’t know what you found<br />A big-titted addiction / sees you inside and out<br />Yr playing marked cards baby / you better watch out.<br /><br />There’s no fighting gravity / you’ll get it soon enough<br />That city’s got it out for boys who ask for too much<br />Disgrace pain and shame / are her only [real names]<br />Don’t stop looking for trouble / yours will soon be the same<br />But if you’re gonna die / die with your country boots on.<br /><br />Die with your country boots on.<br /><br />The neon life aint right for me / <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gotta simple life with simple folk / work till it kills and we’re pretty plain spoke<br />Unglamorous dirty and the women don’t please / but before you go boy you listen to me<br />I’d rather die trying in my boots than rich and on my knees <br />(ahh ahh ahh) so if you gotta die / die with your country boots on. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:3771 2004-07-10T19:04:07Z 2004-07-10T19:04:07Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><b>Hedwig – Midnight Radio</b><br /><br />Rain falls hard<br />Burns dry<br />A dream<br />Or a song<br />That hits you so hard<br />Filling you up<br />And suddenly gone<br /><br />Breathe feel love<br />Give free<br />Know in your soul<br />Like your blood knows the way<br />From your heart to your brain<br />Knows that you're whole<br /><br />And you're shining<br />Like the brightest star<br />A transmission<br />On the midnight radio<br />And you're spinning<br />Like a 45<br />Ballerina<br />Dancing to your rock and roll]<br /><br />Here's to Patti<br />And Tina<br />And Yoko<br />Aretha<br />And Nona<br />And Nico<br />And me<br />And all the strange rock and rollers<br />You know you're doing all right<br />So hold on to each other<br />You gotta hold on tonight<br /><br />And you're shining<br />Like the brightest star<br />A transmission<br />On the midnight radio<br />And you're spinning<br />Your new 45s<br />For the misfits and the losers<br />Yeah, you know you're rock and rollers<br />Spinning to your rock and roll<br /><br />Lift up your hands<br />Lift up your hands<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Hedwig – Wig in a Box</b><br /><br />On nights like this<br />When the world's a bit amiss<br />And the lights go down<br />Across the trailer park<br />I get down, I feel had<br />Feel on the verge of going mad<br />And then it's time to punch the clock<br /><br />I put on some make-up<br />Turn on the tape deck<br />And put the wig back on my head<br />Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen<br />Until I head home<br />And I put myself to bed<br /><br />I look back on where I'm from<br />Look at the woman I've become<br />And the strangest things seem suddenly routine<br />I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks<br />The gift wrapped wig's still in the box<br />Of towering velveteen<br /><br />I put on some make-up<br />Some LaVern Baker<br />And pull the wig down from the shelf<br />Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963<br />Until I wake up<br />And I turn back to myself<br /><br />Some girls, they got natural ease<br />They wear it any way they please<br />With their French flip curls<br />From perfumed magazines<br />Wear it up, let it down<br />This is the best way that I've found<br />To be the best you've ever seen<br /><br />I put on some make-up<br />Turn on the eight-track<br />I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf<br />Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett<br />From TV<br />Until I wake up<br />And I turn back to myself<br /><br />Shag, bi-level, bob<br />Dorothy Hamill do,<br />Sausage curl, chicken wings<br />It's all because of you<br />With your blow dried, feather backed<br />Toni home wave, too<br />Flip, fro , frizz, flop<br />It's all because of you<br />It's all because of you<br />It's all because of you<br /><br />(okay...everybody...)<br /><br />I put on some make-up<br />Turn on the eight track<br />I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf<br />Suddenly I'm Miss Punk Rock Star<br />Of stage and screen<br />And I ain't ever<br />I'm never turning back<br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Foreigner - Hot Blooded</b><br /><br />Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see<br />I got a fever of a hundred and three<br />Come on baby, do you do more than dance?<br />I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded<br /><br />You don't have to read my mind, to know what I have in mind<br />Honey you oughta know<br />Now you move so fine, let me lay it on the line<br />I wanna know what you're doin' after the show<br /><br />Now it's up to you, we can make a secret rendezvous<br />Just me and you, I'll show you lovin' like you never knew<br /><br />That's why, I'm hot blooded, check it and see<br />I got a fever of a hundred and three<br />Come on baby, do you do more than dance?<br />I'm hot blooded, hot blooded<br /><br />If it feels alright, maybe you can stay all night<br />Shall I leave you my key?<br />But you've got to give me a sign, come on girl, some kind of sign<br />Tell me, are you hot mama? you sure look that way to me<br /><br />Are you old enough? will you be ready when I call you bluff?<br />Is my timing right? did you save your love for me tonight?<br /><br />Yeah I'm hot blooded, check it and see<br />Feel the fever burning inside of me<br />Come on baby, do you do more than dance?<br />I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded, I'm hot<br /><br />Now it's up to you, can we make a secret rendezvous?<br />Oh, before we do, you'll have to get away from you know who<br /><br />Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see<br />I got a fever of a hundred and three<br />Come on baby, do you do more than dance?<br />I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded<br /><br />Hot blooded, every night<br />Hot blooded, you're looking so tight<br />Hot blooded, now you're driving me wild<br />Hot blooded, I'm so hot for you, child<br />Hot blooded, I'm a little bit high<br />Hot blooded, you're a little bit shy<br />Hot blooded, you're making me sing<br />Hot blooded, for your sweet sweet thing<br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:3273 2004-06-08T21:43:25Z 2004-06-08T22:13:54Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><b>Burying my Bones</b><br /><br />Burying my bones / just in time for winter<br />Hasn’t been this cold / since the last time you died.<br />It’s the right season for grime / and dreams where I’m falling,<br />I, catch myself on fire / you’re, throwing on the wine.<br /><br />The… concrete clap of city slime and frozen pigeon wing,<br />Boots die in time / shooting up in line,<br />The winter is time for the classical kings!<br />Prokofiev strings inching up the down slope<br />Of my throat, <br />And I bleat sleep deep in my belly.<br />You too blue to admit you’re cool<br />As the drinking drunk leaves<br />Stumble broken-down hues,<br />And give way!<br />to that skit-skat rhythm, of<br />Thursday night, Tin-Pan Alley<br />Medley, melody, the symphony<br />Timpani is tripping me,<br />Up and down spiral staircase<br />We,<br />Fall hard for that <br />Boom boom<br />BLAST!<br />Too much class and<br />Not enough<br />Grass…<br />And we’re stumbling down<br />In a speakeasy haze,<br />Haze,<br />Lazy days. <br /><br /><br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a>-Unfinished version<br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><br /><b>A House of Dust and Points of Light</b><br /><br />As I walk alone though the dust-filled house / <br />her teeth in the pictures made me think of glass<br />Pressed into the palm of a sweating man / <br />Thinking death-filled thoughts /<br />On the bathroom floor…<br /><br />I hate the way your teeth catch on my shoulderblades/<br />As we, begin, to dance.<br />Your arms like feathers strung round my waist /<br />Chain me to a more winsome past.<br /><br />I wanted to slip away with you / <br />I wanted to cut my body in half.<br />We could have been a smiling photograph / <br />We could have made it last.<br /><br />But time is, chemical / we’re nothing but ghosts<br />Strung up to dry in someone else’s dream / on a dozen old telephone posts.<br /><br />And you are nothing / but fingerprints to me now.<br /><br /><a name='cutid2-end'></a>-Semi-recovered<br /><br /><a name="cutid3"></a><br /><b>Parisian Painters</b><br /><br />I need my old muse / but he wouldn’t have me.<br />A French Russian Jew / he’s died but not dead.<br /><br />I need my Chagall / but he wouldn’t want me.<br />Left crying alone / with pink flying brides.<br /><br />Where is the boy / with green-faced pianists<br />Parisian windows / open in his lies.<br /><br />I want a springtime / lovers’ alley<br />color-soaked fingers / kissing my eyes.<br /><br />If you can sketch me / lie and tell me you love me<br />In the softest French / give me your hand.<br /><br />If your art is like a, hallucination<br />You hate Picasso / you’re what I demand.<br /><br /><a name='cutid3-end'></a>-Also unfinished.<br /><br /><a name="cutid4"></a><br />Speed Diaries<br />03.24.04<br />#? – a bluesy attempt inspired by tay<br /><br />One foot in the gutter,<br />One hand in my pocketbook,<br />Reaching for an answer,<br />And the others are in my mouth.<br /><br />Please, God, how did I get here?<br />Where did I go wrong?<br />I lived my life like a loving soldier, and <br />As a woman I have always been strong.<br /><br />I’m asking why<br />And how, I let myself get,<br />So low.<br /><br />I swore I’d never let a man<br />Get under my skin.<br />But without all the normal holler and howl,<br />I couldn’t tell I’d let you in.<br /><br />When love isn’t what you needed.<br /><br /><a name='cutid4-end'></a>-Not sure if it's worth continuing.<br /><br /><a name="cutid5"></a>Juxtaposition: the effects of addiction on polyamorous teens&lt;/b&gt;<br /><br />And I gave her my key / a little kiss on each cheek<br />my bag of feathers and seeds / she wants to see me next month.<br /><br />The grass’ll be in bloom / and all the animals too<br />Strong wind’ll blow me to you / like romance novels used up.<br /><br />[ ] cigarettes snap me in half / when I’m try – ing to think about your mouth<br />never thought you could drown / in an empty bath<br />this is what addiction / can do. His name is <br />Pedro (oh oh ohh, oh)<br /><br />And, we’d vacation in the south, but<br />She’s afraid, afraid of sharks (and bees)<br />Tall palm trees could brush me from my rut, but<br />She dreams toothy scenes in the dark (Angeline / next to me) (Angeline)<br /><br />She admits snail mail / makes her heart come undone.<br />He crucifies my weaknesses / could he be more good?<br /><br />To cut the long-dead hair / to curl my toes and my teeth.<br />Pull needles from my veins / one two three [bass]<br /><br />Lying and smiling / the random numbers we’re dialing, for fun, <br />add up to something, Fake.<br />A pure sugar dial tone, Death! / It couldn’t be avoided!<br />I’d given her the bag.<br /><br />And I gave her my key / a little kiss on each cheek<br />bag of peyote and dreams / we get together next week.<br /><br />Holding hands and handling with care / unaware of my lingering doubts.<br />They prod and pinch me like my fans, exploding / when I ask what OUR love’s about.<br /><br />“It’s not easy being perfect!” they / chant as they hold my arms<br />reflected in his eyes / and in her dead thighs, <br />my fear dulls to a sweet alarm.<br /><br />I never know just what they’re here for / spring, sex, art? Or just to be loud?<br />I know I should hide my signs away / my symptoms making them tear their dark hair out.<br /><br />So this is what withdrawal feels like? / You two shuddering, twins of mine.<br />I know you would never hurt me / time to, “Hold your breath and count to… ten.”<br /><br />+<br /><br />When I see you next June / my hair will be in full bloom,<br />Dreadlocks, teeth and balloons / it’s strange but I don’t miss you.<br /><br /><a name='cutid5-end'></a>-Finished and pretty pleased with it.<br /><br /><br /><br />&lt;3 <br />kat urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:3028 2004-05-20T18:18:09Z 2004-05-20T18:18:09Z Hella<br /><br />-nervous<br />-excited<br />-drunk<br />-intimidated by Lina...<br /><br />sort of<br /><br />-nervous<br />-excited<br />-tired<br />-bagel-craving<br /><br /><b>Can we PLEASE finish "Homocentric" by the end of the week?</b><br /><br />+kisses urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:2577 2004-05-05T19:16:46Z 2004-05-05T19:16:46Z so excited to have the old [read: best] name back. as my man Sid once said "rock n fucking roll will never fucking lose."<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br />What are we gonna do now?<br />Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?<br />'Cause they're working for the clampdown<br />They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!<br />When we're working for the clampdown<br />We will teach our twisted speech<br />To the young believers<br />We will train our blue-eyed men<br />To be young believers<br /><br />The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again<br />I'm not working for the clampdown<br />No man born with a living soul<br />Can be working for the clampdown<br />Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall<br />How can you refuse it?<br />Let fury have the hour, anger can be power<br />D'you know that you can use it?<br /><br />The voices in your head are calling<br />Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming<br />Only a fool would think someone could save you<br />The men at the factory are old and cunning<br />You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'<br />It's the best years of your life they want to steal<br /><br />You grow up and you calm down<br />You're working for the clampdown<br />You start wearing the blue and brown<br />You're working for the clampdown<br />So you got someone to boss around<br />It makes you feel big now<br />You drift until you brutalize<br />You made your first kill now<br /><br />In these days of evil presidentes<br />Working for the clampdown<br />But lately one or two has fully paid their due<br />For working for the clampdown<br />But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!<br /><br />And I've given away no secrets<br />Who's barmy now? <br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br />xo,<br />Koshka urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:2296 2004-04-01T04:10:47Z 2004-04-01T16:38:48Z Gravy Train!!!! (Just kidding. Vanilla Ice, ACTUALLY.) Uh. Lyrics, bitchez.<br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><big>New Femme Order</big><br /><br />I got something on my chest / besides these lumps of sex + flesh, <br />an age-old anger, rights and dreams / thrown off bras and passivities.<br /><br />Not up here to get boys anymore / (just) sex appeal on stage? No encore.<br />Claim yr tits / purse lipsticked lips / together! Together / we can mean more!<br /><br />Keep yr cover-up, Girls be aware / self-esteem doesn't have to mean long pubic hair!<br />Paint yr nails, shop the Gap / if you have to, just know yr facts:<br />1 in 4 women will be sexually abused within her lifetime / 1 in 4 college girls has an eating disorder / that's crossing the border!<br /><br />Not up here to get boys any more / not stuck between "good girl" and "whore"<br />Raise yr voice / don't need yr fists.<br />Together! Together! New femme order!<br /><br />I like men and I like clothes / but I love myself even more /<br />J-Lo's hips, and Jolie's lips are <i>hot</i> / but normal's got something in store.<br />You don't have to be a dyke, white, "different"-looking, middle class or poor /<br />Just tell people when yr not okay / that you <b>like</b> yr ass / now THAT'S hardcore!<br /><a name='cutid1-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid2"></a><br /><big>Pretty Girls</big><br /><br />I wanna be where the girls are pretty / where the thin arms are also strong.<br />Coke heroin? Glitter dusted lies / don’t need them to, to get along.<br /><br />We aren’t living in a PC nation / anorexic reporters serving us the news.<br />Handgun suicide – did she have an option? / I’m ok, you’re ok, coming unglued.<br /><br />… - I lied - …<br /><br />Don’t wanna be where the girls are pretty / Abercrombie Fitch cataloging you.<br />Don’t touch my face / need a beer / gimme the fuck out of here! <br />Who ever said I was here... for you?<br /><br />I look like this on purpose / don’t have a fashion riot.<br />Don’t need vintage shoes to be heard / my dyed hair is fucking FINE.<br /><br />I’d look bad with a pixie cut, don’t you / think my ass pants make my ass look<br />Big coke problem? Speed is just as good / Don’t need self-esteem, to have the best looks!<br /><br />We aren’t living in a PC nation / anorexic reporters serving us the news.<br />Handgun suicide – did she have an option? / I’m ok, you’re ok, coming unglued.<br /><br />[noises]<br /><br />… - I lied - … <a name='cutid2-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid3"></a><br /><big>Let's Get Physical</big><br /><br />is a damn easy song. and therefore doesn't necessitate recorded lyrics. fuck you.<a name='cutid3-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><a name="cutid4"></a><br /><big>Clash-themed Rockabilly</big><br /><br />I'm all lost in the supermarket / can no longer shop happily<br />came in here for that special offer / guaranteed personality.<br /><br />I wasn't born, so much as I fell out / nobody seemed to notice me.<br />We had a hedge back home in the suburbs / over which I never could see.<br /><br />I heard the people who lived on the ceiling / scream and fight most scarily.<br />Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling / that's how it's been, all around me.<br /><br />I'm all lost in the supermarket / can no longer shop happily<br />came in here for that special offer / guaranteed personality.<br /><br />I'm all tuned in I see all the programs / I save coupons from packets of tea.<br />I've got my giant hit discoteque album / empty a bottle, I feel a bit free.<br /><br />The kids in the hall, and the pipes in the wall / make me noises for company.<br />Long distance callers, make long distance calls / and the silence makes me lonely.<br /><br />I'm all lost in the supermarket / can no longer shop happily<br />came in here for that special offer / guaranteed personality.<br /><br />And it's not here.<br />I disappear.<br />I'm all lost. <br />Lost. <br />I'm all lost. <a name='cutid4-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><big><big>EDIT:</big></big><br /><br /><a name="cutid5"></a><br /><big>Vegasong</big><br /><br />If you kissed my throat we’d take us to Vegas x3<br />Drinking vodka and neon / blow the fuck out of this town.<br /><br />If I go on this trip with you / you’re gonna fall in love even before you know who / <br />in that Cadillac back in the day / we were.<br /><br />Before… the city fell down / the desert shut up / <br />When we were sitting there in the Batmobile / waiting to see if we’d taken enough.<br /><br />Cruising to the city / her teeth sunk in the ground / <br />Long legs were opened wide / but there was nobody around! / We were.<br /><br />Before… the city fell down / had she given it uh, up?<br />And we were racing thru in the Katmobile / worrying that we’d taken too much.<br /><br />Halo of cactus and cotton candy / sky scrapers on their knees.<br />Sin City giving praise to / the love we’d born at her feet.<br />Her slot machines and eyes spinning / she left her fishnets in a pile,<br />Climbed the sphinxes to meet Jesus / leaving us two kids on the day-glo Nile…<br /><br />We saw the night…slow…down. / as dust storms picked it back up.<br />Buildings and crowds disappearing / as the desert, she ate that town up.<br /><br />We were left sitting on a mesa / sand in our plastic cups,<br />Sleeping on the hood of our Crashmobile / wondering if this was strong stuff.<br /><br />Sitting on a mesa / the strong stuff?<br />Are you the strong stuff? / Ha ha… [beat] Let’s go to Vegas.<a name='cutid5-end'></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I think I'd dig the Femme song better if I was being sarcastic. I <i>am</i> pretty sick of t-shirt feminists and The Donnas-style action... WHATEVER. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:1897 2004-03-15T08:51:30Z 2004-03-15T08:51:30Z just in case you were wondering what he looks like...<br /><br /><a href="http://vidkidtimo.com/mt1.htm\">http://vidkidtimo.com/mt1.htm\</a><br /><br />isn't he PURRRTY?! (HA!) urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:1633 2004-02-23T22:58:17Z 2004-02-23T22:58:17Z alarme rouge urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:1371 2004-02-16T05:29:04Z 2004-02-16T05:29:04Z twisted sista godamn....I cant beleive those canadian assholes took our band name. Oh well. I really need to write a song. I almost have the motivation to do it. But wait, why would I want to do that when theres all that free porn out there? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:1074 2004-02-10T04:33:47Z 2004-02-10T04:33:47Z dressed panic or panic dressed? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:679 2004-02-05T05:59:38Z 2004-02-05T05:59:38Z Oh my WUUURD, y'all. (And by "y'all", I do mean "Evan") I think Stella and Jane (Ja<i>y</i>ne?) need el-jizzles. Mmmhum. It's tru. <br /><br /><br />Movin on.<br /><br /><u>My Way Hautte Potential Cover Song List</u>:<br /><br />The Sign - Ace of Base<br />Baby it's Cold Outside - Pearl Bailey<br />E-mail My Heart - ~*Britney*~<br />All Through the Night - Cyndi Lauper<br />Physical - Olivia Newton John<br /><br /><br />More to come, Slugger. This could be the beginning of sumthin beautiful.<br /><br />Over an out - <br /><i>K to the Izzo..</i> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:red_scare:329 2003-11-16T08:32:57Z 2003-11-16T08:32:57Z deep lust <b>club tommy yo yo yo people!<br />this be evan, and i'd like to say i'm hot. so is kat. so is stella.<br />go us!