Monthly Archives: November 2014

The Walking Death Of Long Posts


Somebody once asked, “could I spare some change for gas I need to get myself away from this place”, I said yeap, what a concept, I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change

So I’ve just used a verse from Smashmouth hit “Allstar” to suggest that we can all change for the better, but who am I to imply how inadequate the human race is? Who am I to hope that my words could perhaps shake things up? Well these words aren’t really mine, I may assemble and architect them to transfer or convey an idea, my idea of what it takes to build a better world but they’ve never saved anyone. Perhaps this is what we’re bound to become, Surely the body must reject the host to survive, the host being the steadily¬†corrupting human consciousness. zombies We can go on and on about how money is the root to all evil, we can pretend not to care about it but the truth is we all need it. I’m a bit behind with the seasons but I’ve been watching The Walking Dead, if you haven’t seen the show, the name is pretty much self-explanatory. It’s yet another show based on a zombie apocalypse except they call them “walkers” instead of zombies. I’m mentioning this show here because I feel it’s one of the few shows being aired that gives us an idea of what a world where money has absolutely no value whatsoever, A world where man power, loyalty and love are everything, a world where killing is the difference between life and death, a world where a bullet can be a difference between being bitten and not being bitten and yes I am getting carried away as I always do. monark Monark’s “Smiling” music video is something the oh so cool kids would describe as “moist” and like any good piece of art, more than one story is likely to be built from it. In the video we see a not so healthy yet giving¬†protagonist who has nothing materialistic to give. He stumbles on a character who seems to be in need of urgent medical attention and at that very moment the protagonist has to choose between keeping his oxygen tank and live another day or ditch his oxygen tank so he can carry the injured friend to the hospital… in turn giving the friend the gift of life, to live another day. Of course he chooses the latter. There are no in-between, this is how saturated the levels of either selfishness or selflessness are in The Walking Dead. it’s nothing like a billionaire giving away money just cos he knows he has some to spare, it’s the ultimate test of humanity, it’s risking your life for a total stranger, a fellow brother, a sister to live another day, you can never compare it to giving a stranger in need coins for them to eat another day. A perfectly wrapped present from santa is the lowest form of selflessness, so is love from cupid, a birth by a mother, money from a billionaire. Giving up what you need for the benefit of another, now that’s the motion that will forever keeps us together. films25

The Sound Of A Breaking Heart

This Music Smells Like The Sound Of A Breaking Heart

“Every line is plotted and designed to leave you standing on your bedroom windows ledge and everyone else that it hits, that it gets to is nothing more than collateral damage”


Kiedis of The Red Hot Chili Peppers once said, as a writer, you get to see sides of yourself you wouldn’t normally see in conversation or otherwise. I say there’s more to that, I say it’s not the actual writing that gives us such perspective but our love for it, our passion, the same passion that choked the flower ’til it cried no more, possessing all of its beauty, hungry still for more… okay, I kind of got carried away there… what an amazing force this is… this love… turns saints into murderers.


“We’re going down, down in an earlier round and sugar we’re going down swinging, I’ll be your number one with a bullet, a loaded God complex, cock it and pull it”

People die for love everyday, people kill for love everyday, the same love we spend so much time and effort trying to pursue.

Taken from Fall Out Boy chart topper “Sugar, We’re Going Down”, the above lyrics are plotted and designed to take the listener wherever their heart already resides. This of course equates to the true meaning of this tune being highly debatable. How I see it, this number could easily be about love murder as the seemingly upset yet sarcastic protagonist watches (from the closet) as his love interest gets intimate with another man, “wishing to be the friction” in their jeans as he contemplates pulling the trigger.


They say money doesn’t/can’t buy happiness, but everyone wants to find this out themselves, same goes for love, yes, love isn’t happiness though it inspires it, it inspires us to give various elements that love alone can’t do without, this being honesty, care and all of their friends.

Curious and cautious in a stagger of my hearts track, How vast the world was, by the light of lime we gather, inflamed like moths to a fire”

Written by South African rockers aKing, these words basically narrate a rout we’ve all taken at some point, fueled by curiosity we cautiously explore, steady walking but bound to trip we tighten our grip, holding on to this fairytale coloured picture, bright colours so darkly shaded, inevitably the grip gets so violent we tear each other apart. Words are said, actions are done, no taking it back, death is the closest friend to a fresh start.



The Gender Of A Generation

Hello, It’s me again, Mr Know-It-All, seriously, I’ve legally changed my name to that and I’ve officially become not only a theorist but a professional listener, yeap, you probably don’t believe this but in my head it’s all true and like the great theorist that I am I’d like to share some of my views on happiness.


Happiness, does anyone really know what it is, what it’s about?, well, I say it’s not about happiness but the pursuit to getting it that keeps us going. Of course it’s unfortunate but true that in our pursuit to “The Unknown” or “The Yet To Be Experienced” we allow The Man to tell us what it is, what happiness is.

“The Man” is a slang phrase that may refer to the government or to some other authority in a position of power. In addition to this derogatory connotation, it may also serve as a term of respect and praise.”
Looking at the youth, who is the man? Well, I’d say it’s the man on stage, the same man the youth try so hard to be… They look up to him, he is Music… at least music is his language, his means of communicating the message we’re “freely” dancing to.


As we’ve kind of established that the man or at least the people the youth look up to and idolise are musicians (mostly rappers), Isn’t it ironic how the same artists they look up to try so hard to be different, some of them are living breathing examples of taking risks and being “edgy”, yet instead of living that very notion, the youth in turn try to be a copy of a copy of a copy of a COPY OF A COPY OF their favourite artist(s), the fact that many others are drawn to this artist alone in turn draws you(them) to wanting to B that artist.

“Hip-hop is more about attaining wealth. People respect success. They respect big. They don’t even have to like your music. If you’re big enough, people are drawn to you”- Jay Z

That my brothers and sisters is why we have so many artists singing about gold chains, “swag” and them being the greatest humans on Earth, of course it’s seldom true if it’s ever true. It’s all just to get you along.

Yes, having confidence and looking at the bright side and pretending to own the world is good… well, kind of… What I’m saying is lets face it, we all have insecurities and uncertainties. It takes a spectacular amount of truth from within an artist to touch on such in their music, but every song’s about gold chains and what nots… Lorde touched on this truth, we’ll never be royals and yes, she also touched on how monotonous this new shit that’s being shoved down the masses throat is.


“Everything has been said before
There’s nothing left to say anymore
When it’s all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don’t forget the “violence”
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
tomorrow’s never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit

At least Marilyn Manson has that to say about it.

Yeap this is what it’s down to my brothers and sisters and worse of all, you’re all just a bunch of dancers!
I’m kidding… well, even if you were, I still don’t think it would be my place to say it… though we are spiralling out of ourselves…

Are we human or are we dancer? a question in the form of lyrics by The Killers, a question I gave a rather commonly approved yet lukewarm answer to in The Mass Mentality Of Conformity.

“Didn’t you read it in the detail, that if you’re idle then you will fail, now you want to know an answer, well if you dance then you’re a dancer”

The above lyrics were written by the awesome Band Of Skulls and within these very lyrics The Band Of Skulls subliminally answered one of the biggest questions in music.
Is that a good enough answer for a question that got all of us bumping heads back in 2008? you be the judge.

This is what we’ve become… This is what we are…


“Cleaned up corporation progress
Dying in the process
Children that can talk about it living on the web-ways
People moving sideways
Sell it to your last case
Buy yourself the motivation
Generation nothing
Nothing but a dead scene
Product of a white dream
I am not the singer that you wanted but a dancer…

Suddenly it feels like My Chemical Romance had a certain singer, dancer, diva in mind when they wrote this, yeap, she too isn’t flawless, in fact, she’s full of them, don’t let that song she sings fool you… The great John Lenon said it a long time ago and I’m about to repeat his words… you’re all fucking peasants as far as I can see. In my words, we’re all fucking dancers as far as I can see. Are we human, or are we dancer?… wait, are you still anticipating an answer? Clearly you haven’t been paying attention here. Okay. Go away. Thanks. Come back again.