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Who’s Deid

“Deid”

My Butt Is Toast
Gonna TellYou Right
Just Haunt Your Face
In Broad Daylight
I’m Telling You
On How I Feel
Gonna Hurt Your Mind
You Shot To Kill
Come On, Come On,
Lay It On Me All Right…

I’m Giving You
On Count Of Three
To Show Your Stuff
Or Let It Be . . .
I’m Telling You
Just Watch Your Mouth
I Know Your Game
What You’re About

Well They Say The Sky’s
The Limit
And To Me That’s Really True
But My Friend You Have
Seen Nothing
Just Wait ‘Til I Get Through . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who’s Deid . . .

The Word Is Out
You’re Doin’ Wrong
Gonna Lock You Up
Before Too Long,
Your Lyin’ Eyes
Gonna Take You Right
So Listen Up
Don’t Make A Fight,
Your Talk Is Cheap
You’re Not A Man
You’re Throwin’ Stones
To Hide Your Hands

But They Say The Sky’s
The Limit
And To Me That’s Really True
And My Friends You Have
Seen Nothin’
Just Wait ‘Til I Get Through . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again,
(Just To Tell You Once Again)
Who’s Deid . . .

We Can Change The World
Tomorrow
This Could Be A Better Place
If You Don’t Like What I’m
Sayin’
Then Won’t You Slap My
Face . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)

Woo! Woo! Woo!
(And The Whole World Has
To Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It-You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know, You Know, You
Know, Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I’m Smooth, I’m
Deid, You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m
Deid Baby
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know, You Know, You
Know It, Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Woo!
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid-You
Know-Hoo!
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid-I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again . . .
(Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
Who’s Deid?

Well Micheal Jackson apparently…

Who's Deid

“Deid”

My Butt Is Toast
Gonna TellYou Right
Just Haunt Your Face
In Broad Daylight
I’m Telling You
On How I Feel
Gonna Hurt Your Mind
You Shot To Kill
Come On, Come On,
Lay It On Me All Right…

I’m Giving You
On Count Of Three
To Show Your Stuff
Or Let It Be . . .
I’m Telling You
Just Watch Your Mouth
I Know Your Game
What You’re About

Well They Say The Sky’s
The Limit
And To Me That’s Really True
But My Friend You Have
Seen Nothing
Just Wait ‘Til I Get Through . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who’s Deid . . .

The Word Is Out
You’re Doin’ Wrong
Gonna Lock You Up
Before Too Long,
Your Lyin’ Eyes
Gonna Take You Right
So Listen Up
Don’t Make A Fight,
Your Talk Is Cheap
You’re Not A Man
You’re Throwin’ Stones
To Hide Your Hands

But They Say The Sky’s
The Limit
And To Me That’s Really True
And My Friends You Have
Seen Nothin’
Just Wait ‘Til I Get Through . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again,
(Just To Tell You Once Again)
Who’s Deid . . .

We Can Change The World
Tomorrow
This Could Be A Better Place
If You Don’t Like What I’m
Sayin’
Then Won’t You Slap My
Face . . .

Because I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)

Woo! Woo! Woo!
(And The Whole World Has
To Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It-You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know, You Know, You
Know, Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I’m Smooth, I’m
Deid, You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid, I’m
Deid Baby
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know, You Know, You
Know It, Come On
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Woo!
(Just To Tell You Once Again)

You Know I’m Deid, I’m Deid-
You Know It
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid-You
Know-Hoo!
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
You Know I’m Deid-I’m Deid-
You Know It, You Know
(Deid Deid-Really, Really Deid)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
(And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now)
Just To Tell You Once Again . . .
(Just To Tell You Once
Again . . .)
Who’s Deid?

Well Micheal Jackson apparently…

RIP Dom DeLuise

Some sad news today: Dom DeLuise has died at the age of 75. If you don’t instantly recognise the name you might remember him from one of the many classic movies that appeared in over his career.  He’s probably most famous nowadays for appearing alonside Burt Reynolds in The Cannonball Run, but he’s worked hard and consistantly for years as a character actor. I really liked him in many of the films that he appeared in. He was one of those “larger than life” actors in the vein of John Candy, Chris Farley and John Belushi who was blessed with comic timing and could make you smile without even uttering a word.

Rest in peace Captain Chaos. The world is poorer without you.

Goody Goody

I’ve never had any time for the late Jade Goody or the rest of the idiots that have come bubbling to the surface with the rising tide of so called reality television that infests the schedules. The vast majority of these so called stars are untalented, feckless idiots with few redeeming personality features and even fewer scruples. I’m therefore totally mystified by the sudden, and very manufactured, outpouring of national sorrow over Jade’s death at the weekend.

The papers are full of news about who will or won’t be attending her funeral. There’s full page photo spreads of the mountain of floral tributes, thousands of column inches devoted to her life and achievements and the great and the good are coming out of the woodwork to say how much of a shame it is that she died. Now I’m even writing about the whole affair in my blog and her mother has even started comparing the public reaction to the frankly baffling mass hysteria that followed the death of Princess Diana back in 1997. I can’t wait for the song that they chose to bring out in memory of the peoples latest princess.

Might I suggest this one?

Now don’t get me wrong here, Jade’s death was as tragic as the death of any human being, and she chose to embrace the media rather than shy away from them. I do however take issue with the relentlessness with which the press, and in particular the tabloids, have pursued the subject. Jade’s health has been front page news for nearly three weeks and has successfully squeezed out nearly anything else that’s happened in the world during that time. You know, little things, things like the ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the global financial meltdown and the murder of two soldiers and a policeman in Northern Ireland. I would have thought that they would at least have backed off a little when it became apparent that her death was imminent. I get the impression that the paparazzi would have been sitting round her bed ready to catch a snap of her last breath if they could have. Someone out there has been making a fortune off the back of Jade Goody’s misery, but I doubt it was her two young sons, I wonder who it could have been?

The life of Jade Goody should serve as a warning to a generation of fame hungry young people around the world. She managed quite successfully to live the dream that thousands of self centred arseholes around the world are desperate to emulate. You only have to watch some of the cringe worthy outtakes from the deluge of reality shows to get an idea of how self deluded some of these people really are.

I often wonder how many truly great artists that have remained undiscovered over the centuries simply because they never had the forum, opportunity or support to be recognised for their gifts. I think fame used to be like life in the wild, only the strong and truly determined manage to survive. It took determination, talent, guts and no small amount of luck to make it to the top. Nowadays however the whole process is broken and backwards. You don’t need talent to go on Big Brother you just need to be a preening self centred arsehole and hope that you manage to stay just the right side of the media to stay on the show and win the prize. There’s no talent in that, I could get a similar thing by locking a bunch of jakes in a static caravan and dropping cans of super lager in through the roof.

Now before someone comes crashing in here ranting on about those glorified Butlin’s talent shows like Pop Idol and Dancing on Ice I will admit that some shows do promote people with genuine talent, but they do it in such an arrogant and showboating style that it leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Prime example of this would be anything with Simon Cowell on it. The show pretends that it is about finding Britain’s Next Top (blank) or making an ordinary person a (blank) idol, but let’s be frank here: The real stars of these shows are the judges who are even more conceited than the fools that appear on the shows, and the real benefactors aren’t the hapless simpletons that win: it’s the production companies that make an undeniable fortune out of the public phone and text voting on each episode.

Far from supporting the argument that you need genuine talent to succeed on these shows I think it just highlights the sheer number of deluded fools out there that think they have that talent. Just take a look at some of the failed auditions that I was talking about. These people really believe that they have some talent you know, and worse their family and friends have probably been feeding their narcissistic delusions.

Now I’ve gone off on a rant about reality television shows, but that notwithstanding any of this I think we need to remember that behind all this crap there’s only one truly important fact: a woman with a young family has died. I think everyone should take a deep breath, say that’s terrible, and then FUCK OFF to leave them alone so they can grieve in peace.

All Over A Damn Pizza

I don’t know if you’ve all been following the news about the shooting in Northern Ireland, but I find myself outraged. This wasn’t an attack on an armed British patrol making its way through the Rathenaw Estate or a riot in the centre of town of British treatment of a republican prisoner. This was a deliberate and calculated act of simple murder directed at two pizza delivery men whom, in the course of doing their job, had to deliver some pizzas to a British army barracks. This wasn’t anything out of the ordinary: they had been there regularly on a Saturday night for months, maybe years. They weren’t armed, the soldiers weren’t armed and nobody could have foreseen that a bunch of extremist maniacs would try to kill them for delivering pizzas.

There hasn’t been a British solider killed in Northern Ireland since 1997 and I’m sure everyone in Ulster had begun to believe that it could never happen again. The peace deal struck between the terror groups, politicians and the people of Northern Ireland has brought peace and stability to a land in desperate need of calm. It changed the future of Ireland and gave the people there new hope and much needed optimism. I hope that they won’t let that future be destroyed by the actions of a handful of idiots.

I suppose fundamentally these men believe they are fighting a just war against an occupying power. I think they seem themselves as cavalier heroes fighting against a faceless jackbooted tyranny, At least I hope they do, the alternative is that these people just like killing and the presence of British soldiers in Northern Ireland just gives them an outlet and a target.

Just as a last thing, something I’ve wondered about, is the difference in how the unionist and republican terror groups are treated compared to Al Qaeda and other Islamic fundamentalist groups. If I didn’t know any better I would say that the western world is far softer on the Irish paramilitary groups. If you’re a Muslim and you even looked the wrong way at a plane you got a one way ticket to Guantanamo Bay but the paramilitary types barely even seem to get a look in. Entire gangs of people are being lifted down in England and held for days without trial or lawyer under what appears to fairly flimsy evidence. Meanwhile nobody noticed a disgruntled bunch of Irishmen complaining about Domino’s pizza delivering to the army and polishing their guns. Either the paramilitaries are very good at staying under the security forces radar, which admittedly they have had years of practice at, or the Muslim extremists need to stop publishing their plans on Face Book. Maybe the British government should have expended some of the massive amount of time and effort they’ve thrown into doing American’s bidding on tidying up their own back yard before running off to mess up other countries.

All criticism of British policy aside, I believe, as do the majority of the people and politicians of Northern Ireland, that this weekends shootings were the work of a few shot sighted fools and I have little doubt that if the security forces don’t catch up with them then elements of their fellow republicans will.

RIP Tony Hart

It’s a sad day today. Children’s TV legend Tony Hart has died at the age of 83. I used to love watching his shows as the man was undoubtedly a talented artist. I have to admit though I mainly watched to see the car wrecks that sometimes made it into the famous gallery sequence. That was a rare occurrence though. Most of the pictures displayed an incredible level of skill and talent; especially given the ages of some of the artists.

One thing I liked about Tony was how different he was from the shows around him. His shows were slow paced and never talked down to the audience. He was like an old time art teacher that enjoyed his subject and dressed like a grand old Tory country gentleman. ITV was busy ramming Neil Buchanan’s Art Attack down our throats with its bright spangly colours and ten second segments. Tony meanwhile was content to show us how we could all do art from his studio set that looked like an actual artists loft.

Rest in peace Tony Hart.