I just played out the vocal part on the keyboard and the keys are A E F(Taaaakeeeee ooonnnnn meeeeee) then A Ab A (taaaakkkkeee meeee oooonnnnn). Its not almost exactly, it is literally the exact same as the Black Panther theme. Again not saying chord progressions arent used over and over, but this motif is too similar in tone for me to pass off as artistic liberty..
So how did Shelley and Devoto take their first steps as chroniclers of modern romance and post industrial angst? Time Up is that rare artefact; a piece of work that was never meant for human consumption and yet it provides a crucial link between the real roots of English punk and what was to follow. On one hand we have Shelley penchant for seemingly simple love songs that come with barbed sarcasm ( Of Mine and Love battery and on the other Devoto odes to ennui as a truly modern condition ( Up ) We also get early versions of the wry look at onanism that is Addict and Devoto first attempt at re tooling Captain Beefheart Love You, You Big Dummy Shelley was prone to cite krautrock as an influence, Devoto would name check Dostoesvsky. It was a doomed partnership from the start, but this document captures a brief period where snarling Gibsons and brutally basic drums were the perfect soundtrack to a generation that had fallen out of love with itself.
39 points submitted 3 years agoI had to sit through a choreographed bridal party dance. Where the bridal party was visibly embarassed and awkward. The second hand humiliation almost knocked me off my peep toes. Bradley Manning signed the same papers and received the same indoctrination I did when I became part of the intelligence community only the dates are different. I was honorably discharged in 1974. At that time I had a healthy respect for the UCMJ, perhaps it could be called fear.
I don’t care how you want to sympathize or empathize with users, it’s all a matter of life choices. Only people I have sympathy for are children hurt by this. That goes for guns as well. He had to “think about why he did that” and said “you didn deserve that” and “I saw the look on your face and knew you didn like it but just kept going.” He had this mask of contempt, lust and rage this glitter in his eye which was extremely disturbing, but I just dissociated, and I didn even realize I was doing it, I was so used to being mistreated that way by men. He curled up and refused to let me touch him and asked forlornly, “is this the beginning of the end?” Moments before I had read him a very astute, very sad, very romantic love poem. I had curled up and begun to cry and ask why men had done such things to me.