Next, next
Naked as sin An army towel covering my belly Some of us blush Somehow knees turning to jelly
Next, next
I was still just a kid There were a hundred like me I followed a naked body A naked body followed me
Next, next
I was still just a kid When my innocence was lost In a mobile army whorehouse Gift of the army, free of cost
Next, next
Me, I really would have liked A little bit of tenderness Maybe a word, a smile An hour of happiness
But next, next
Oh, it wasn't so tragic The high heavens didn't fall But how much of that time I hated being there at all
Next, next, next
Now I always will recall The brothel truck, the flying flags The queer lieutenant who slapped Our asses as if we were fags
Next, next
I swear on the wet head Of my first case of gonorrhea It is his ugly voice That I forever hear
Next, next, next
That voice that stinks of whiskey Of corpses and of mud It is the voice of nations It is the thick voice of blood
Next, next, next
And since then each woman I have taken to bed Seems to laugh in my arms To whisper through my head
Next, next
All the naked and the dead Should hold each other's hands As they watch me scream at night In a dream no one understands
Next, next
And when I am not screaming In a voice grown dry and hollow I stand on endless naked lines Of the following and the followed
Next, next, next, next
One day I'll cut my legs off Or burn myself alive Anything, I'll do anything To get out of line to survive
Not ever to be next Not ever to be next

>> ^ChaosEngine:

Last time I was in Thailand, you could get a shot of whiskey mixed with snakes blood and if you were really insane they'd add a drop of venom to it. Apparently the alcohol does something sciencey to the venom.
My take on this was to spend my entire time there drunk on the off chance I got bitten.


actually the difference between venom and poison is the fact that it has to be injected directly into your bloodstream to take effect. assuming you don't have any cuts in your mouth, you can (but probably shouldn't) drink it.

Last time I was in Thailand, you could get a shot of whiskey mixed with snakes blood and if you were really insane they'd add a drop of venom to it. Apparently the alcohol does something sciencey to the venom.

My take on this was to spend my entire time there drunk on the off chance I got bitten.

Religious nutjob is out of his fucking mind.

My great-grandpa was an atheist. He was a WWII and Korean War veteran and farmer. He was out tending to his cattle at the young age of 102. He died just shy of his 106th birthday. He smoked, drank whiskey and wine, and ate like shit. He once told me that only fools believe that praying can solve anything real.

He would have definitely kicked this religious wackjob in the teeth.

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You close your eyes and sometimes Christopher Lloyd sounds like present day Mickey Rourke with that whiskey voice...

Many thanks! I only ever heard the instrumental medley clip from the "Fall from Grace" release, I didn't know this existed. I always wanted to master the melody on the guitar or piano, I love the way it flows. Thanks again.

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How about showing us "Rocky Road to Dublin" now? The Pogues do a great instrumental version of it.

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How about showing us "Rocky Road to Dublin" now? The Pogues do a great instrumental version of it.

Of course all stones do that, but I'm guessing he's saying soapstone has a relatively high specific heat capacity, so it can absorb more heat than most other stones, making it a good choice for whiskey stones.>> ^spoco2:

Also... I take issue with his comment that Soapstone 'is unique in that it holds and radiates heat'. (and the inverse cold)
All stones do that, anything dense does that really. Using stone as a heatsink in buildings is nothing new.

Iron Maiden: Run for the hills.

White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came, to much for Cree
Oh will we ever be set free
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children, a cowards attack.
Run to the hills - run for your lives
Run to the hills- run for your lives
Soldier blue in barren wastes
Hunting and killing's a game
Raping the woman and wasting the man
The only good "injins" are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills - run for your lives
Run to the hills- run for your lives


The moral of the story? They fucked over the Indians. Killed them. Took their land. Took their traditions. What makes us think they won't fuck the rest of us over too?

Snowy better get drunk licking spilt whiskey up. I swear that shit happens in every book.

In these days of indigestion it is oftentimes a question
As to what to eat and what to leave alone.
Every microbe and bacillus has a different way to kill us
And in time they all will claim us for their own.
There are germs of every kind in every food that you can find
In the market or upon the bill of fare.
Drinking water's just as risky as the so-called "deadly" whiskey
And it's often a mistake to breathe the air.

Cho: For some little bug is going to get you someday.
Some little bug will creep behind you some day.
Then he'll send for his bug friends
And all your troubles they will end,
For some little bug is gonna find you someday.

The inviting green cucumber, it's most everybody's number
While sweetcorn has a system of its own.
Now, that radish seems nutritious, but its behavior is quite vicious
And a doctor will be coming to your home.
Eating lobster, cooked or plain, is only flirting with ptomaine,
While an oyster often has a lot to say.
And those clams we eat in chowder make the angels sing the louder
For they know that they'll be with us right away.

For some little bug is going to get you someday.
Some little bug will creep behind you some day.
Eat that juicy sliced pineapple ;and the sexton dusts the chapel
Oh, yes, some little bug is gonna find you some day.

When cold storage vaults I visit, I can only say, "What is it
Makes poor mortals fill their systems with such stuff?"
Now, at breakfast prunes are dandy if a stomach pump is handy
And a doctor can be called quite soon enough.

Eat a plate of fine pig's knuckles and the headstone cutter chuckles
While the gravedigger makes a mark upon his cuff.
And eat that lovely red bologna and you'll wear a wood kimona
As your relatives start packing up your stuff.

Those crazy foods they fix, they'll float us 'cross the River Styx
Or start us climbing up the Milky Way.
And those meals they serve in courses mean a hearse and two black horses
So before meals, some people always pray.

Luscious grapes breed appendicitis, while their juice leads to gastritis
So there's only death to greet us either way.
Fried liver's nice, but mind you, friends will follow close behind you
And the papers, they will have nice things to say.

For some little bug is going to get you someday.
Some little bug will creep behind you some day.
Eat that spicy bowl of chili, on your breast they'll plant a lily .
Oh, yes, some little bug is gonna find you some day.

Typical, a fat-cat male with a cigar in one hand and some whiskey in the other trying to tell women what they should put in their vagina.

I love his enthusiasm for throwing whiskey on the floor.

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