Tattoo Gun

a record from the british indie rock band bloc party from their sophomore album.

lyrics:

There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall
All the young people looked the same
Wearing their masks of cool and indifference
Commerce dressed up as rebellion

‘Cause we’re so handsome and we’re so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can’t be hurt, we can’t be hurt

Drink to forget your blues on the weekend
Think about more things to buy
The TV taught me how to sulk and love nothing
And how to grow my hair long

‘Cause we’re so handsome and we’re so bored
So entertain us, tell me a joke
Make it long, make it last
Make it cruel, just make me laugh
We can’t be hurt, we can’t be hurt
We can’t be hurt

So why do you go picking fights that you’ll lose?
(When you have entertainment. When you have things to pass the time)
So why do you go thinking thoughts that are above you?
(You can be happy, just play dumb. You can be happy, just play dumb)

Well I was brave (and unique), intelligent (a snowflake)
I could have been a hero
No-one can be trusted over the age of fourteen
Tattoo our arms (Converse shoes), cynical (we still do it)
We tell ourselves we’re different
I’ve gotten so good at lying to myself

(Oh!)
All my pain and honour is used up
(Oh! Oh! Oh!)
All my guns are rusted

So when you gonna realise
Those are not your wrongs to right?
Have another line, have another drink
(Pop songs won’t change the government, the government)

I am a martyr, I just need a motive
I am a martyr, I just need a cause
I’m a believer, I just need a moment
I’m a believer, I just need a cause

We’re finding it hard to break the mould
We’re finding it hard to be alone
We’re finding it hard to have time by ourselves
We have nothing at all to say

Uniform

There was a sense of disappointment as we left the mall
All the young people looked the same

Duration : 0:5:32

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TOMMY LASORDA may not be the prettiest face in the world, but for Dodger fans, the mug belonging to the man who won the last World Series for the team back in 1988 is nothing less than gorgeous. So don’t be alarmed if it starts showing up tatted on the skin of a few die-hard fans hoping their devotion to the past might break the current drought. It’s already there for Landon Heying.

For Heying, representing is all about the ink, and the ink is all about the Dodgers. He’s the owner of True Blue tattoo studio in Los Feliz, where for $8, a discounted rate down from around $50 (he charges $100 an hour), he’s offering Dodger tattoos. Of course not everyone is ready for the Lasorda treatment, so the simple Dodger script may have to do. Still too hard-core? There’s also a selection of studs and rings for piercings emblazoned with the club’s logo.

Affiliation has gone to a whole new level. Once it was enough to wear the cap. Or the jersey. Or to take a glove to the park. For real fans, just showing up plain-clothed has never been an option. You have to prove your cred above the level of mere spectator. You have to represent, and if Heying’s right, there’s no better way than indelibly. It’s something sweethearts, gangs and the Maori have known for years. Today it’s Lasorda, tomorrow Kobe (if he isn’t already out there).

Heying is confident that his fanaticism is shared and that he’s just a step ahead of the curve. “It’s like in ‘Field of Dreams,’ ” he says. “If you build it, they will come.” So far, around a dozen super-fans have answered the call.

Heying’s offer has been extended to the team, and though no one has taken him up on the offer — it’s on the house for a player — club bigwigs have dropped by, giving him seats behind home plate and a 50th anniversary jacket.

Step inside the True Blue studio, which opened in January, and you’ll find an off-kilter shrine — punk and Norman Rockwell all rolled into one — to the team that since 1988 has been shut out from a national championship. But Heying — with “true” and “blue” tattooed across his fingers — is forever hopeful. The 28-year-old, who looks like he should have a bass guitar slung down around his knees, gets strangely reverential when talking about the action up in Chavez Ravine.

“The Dodgers are, like, my religion,” he says.

Here, in the open space of the shop — with walls painted a perfect white and blue — is a Duke Snider jersey and signed ball; a Don Zimmer signature glove; baseballs signed by Sandy Koufax and Fernando Valenzuela; game bats from Mike Piazza and Mike Scioscia; a framed laundry sack from 1965 that says “Murder the Minnesota Twins”; a black-and-white photo of Kirk Gibson pumping his fist in Game 1 of the 1988 World Series, along with a Gibson-autographed ticket stub; and even a plastic vial of grassy soil, which Heying collected from the playing field.

“I know, I’m a nerd,” he said with a smile. “The stadium is my church.”

And for anyone who doubts? Just inside the front door is Heying’s mascot: a Hydra-like monster painted on the wall, wearing a Dodgers catchers mask and wielding in its four arms a tattoo machine, a pencil, a ball and a bat.

No one’s asked for that tattoo. Perhaps it’s just a matter of time.

By Emili Vesilind, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
May 18, 2008

Duration : 0:3:2

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Carnival Cinema boys Hamish McCormick and
Captain Frodo. Sideshow stunts to make you squirm or laugh.see more and buy dvds!
http://www.myspace.com/carnivalcinemaproductions

Duration : 0:2:21

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Saul Williams - Release part

Lyrics

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I’m running for
I guess I’m out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast ’cause masses ain’t aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I’ve made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I’m surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history’s detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn’t a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an “O”
The pyramidic containment of an “A”
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I’ve known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
like dead rats held by their tails
so as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It’s all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It’s all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I’ve made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

Duration : 0:4:20

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Live @ The Downtown

Duration : 0:4:57

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Machine Head - Blank Generation
——————————-
They say we been
going down and going
down
Been traveling on the road
to nowhere
Going down, round and
round
Trying to get to the place
where we started

When I was just a boy
at four years old thought
the world was joy
As a kid I’d play, just
create the day
as I saw it my way

But time blows by

And strips us to the bone
poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re
alone in this world
We learned to see all the
corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so
a toast to the end of our
innocence
A toast to our blank generation

They say we been
going down, been going
down
Been traveling on the road
to nowhere
Going down, round and
round
Trying to get to the place
where we started

When I was seventeen
realizing the world wasn’t
what she seemed
Underneath the night San
Francisco sky
I would see, too clearly

But time blows by
And strips us to the bone
poisoned wind of woe
Teach us that we’re
alone in this world
We learned to take all the
corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so
a toast to the end of our
innocence
A toast to our blank generation

So here’s to our collagen
lips and saline tits
To our growth hormones
and antibiotics
To the Hollywood world
we made out of Barbie doll
hearts
After we melted them down
so we could make our new
start
Here’s to a generation
scared and always
wondering why
Instead of playing doctor,
we play shoot each other
and die
Instead of ring around the
Rosie, we play hide from
Mommy
‘Cause Mommy’s been drinking
again and we don’t
want to get beat
Even with all our tattoos,
and all our cheap thrills
there’s still a hole inside
of us that may not ever get
filled
So we give back a little bit
of what the world’s given
us
Giving back a bit of never
giving a

Here’s to the justice never
dealt, to innocent, proven
guilty
Here’s to bad cops turning
cheeks when real cops are
on the street
Here’s to the rat-tat-n-tat
of gun shots, and your life
is shattered
Here’s to “Gimme me your
cash or your brains is
gettin’ splattered”
Here’s to mad cow disease
and all that yummy MSG
Here’s to Mickey d’s serving
all those mutant chick-a-dees
This is a toast to celebrate
the end of our innocence
This is a toast to celebrate
how…
We’ve become desensitized
if life is to grow
some life must die

We learned to take all the
corruption and greed
All its hate, all its pain, so
a toast to the end of our
innocence
our generation
We now embrace all the
corruption
and greed, all its hate, all
its pain, so
a toast to the end of our
innocence
our blank generation.

Duration : 0:6:39

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The third and final Platious movie brings a whole new definition to the word pointless. The euphoroconite returns to Platious and sends him off on a new adventure with his friend Yodel. But someone is trying to bring Dr. Chronic back to life…can this be the end for Platious?

FUN FACTS:

This movie took a whole year to make and had at least four re-writes. That is why it’s summer through most of the movie, then suddenly it’s Christmas time.

Yodel’s gun is an antique that was borrowed from a friend…Platious got drunk and broke it.

This was the first movie made under the title “Platious Productions”

PART TWO OF THREE

Duration : 0:8:12

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PART 1:A young lad goes to get a tattoo. He then regrets getting it. Then he must find a way to make a price cheaper for him to take it off. AIOTGUN PRODUCTIONS(c)
PART 2:For the project we put in a 2-minute fact sheet documentary thing. Its a class project, I wouldn’t recommened any normal youtube people to watch this part, but watch the beginning. AIOTGUN PRODUCTIONS (c)

Duration : 0:6:26

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Song:Tattoo Remix-The Alliance Ft. Fabo, Citty

Lyrics:Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Tat-Tat-Tatted Up
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya , or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ,
Tattoo of ya daughter, like the cat?
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, ATL Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Miami Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, Tat-Tat He Tatted Up
Tat-Tat We Tatted Up, Tat-Tat Errbody Tatted Up.

[Verse 1:]
Look! look, look, look look, look what do I see,
is it on ya back or between ya legs, its lookin like some ice cream,
meltin to the flo, dip it back n drop it low,
girl I know this sounds strange, but I done seen that tat befo,
cherries on ya waist, can I get a taste,
hello kitty tattooed on ya titty, might be you but chu aint dat pretty,
thug stacks, i rep my city, ATL tattooed on my arm, got my heat nigga best be calm,
angel wings tattooed on ya back, a couple flames comin outcha crack

[Chorus:]
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya , or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ,
Tattoo of ya daughter, like the cat?
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, ATL Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Miami Tatted Up
Tat-Tat She Tatted Up, Tat-Tat He Tatted Up
Tat-Tat We Tatted Up, Tat-Tat Errbody Tatted Up.

[Fabo]
I know that all the girls love to show the body pictures,
so realistic, jump out n getcha, she show em on the block,
dance n show em in the club, even got her boyfriend name,
same nigga n her homegirl, its in her secret spot, her momma taught her well
the bigger the better, original, miss peaches give em ,
she got a small tattoo on her waistline, and she ride or die wit loyalty, cuz try to take mine,

[Bridge:]
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, New York Tatted Up
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, California Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Houston Tatted Up,
Tat-Tat-Tatted Up, Chi-Town Tatted Up,

[Verse 3:]
Oh no, this is somethin I neva seen befo,
yellow brick road tattooed all the way down her belly, its a slow?
shes a princess, a tleast its cursive on her neck,
but now my whole clique in, tat stacks on deck
I done seen alot but I aint seen em all,
if its somethin new, girl gimme a call,
especially if its in yo drawls,
im freaky girl, lemme see yo paws,
I’ll break em up, if you let me cut
butterflies on the side of ya butt,
im a freak by nature, you like it rough,
a freak by nature, you like it rough,

[Chorus:]
Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya , or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ,
Tattoo of ya daughter, like the cat?
Dominican Tatted Up, Jamaican Tatted Up,
Puerto Rican Tatted Up, Mexican Tatted Up,
White Folk Tatted up, Black Folk Tatted Up,
ATL Tatted Up, Errbody Tatted Up,

Is that cha thong showin, or ya tattoo on ya back
Is that on ya , or dat tattoo make you Bad
Tattoo on ya chest, tattoo on your ,
Tattoo of ya daughter, like the cat?
Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up
Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up, Tatted Up,

Barberaaaaaa
Stop 2 Dolla, Stop Fabo
Barberaaaaaaaa
Tat it up , Tat it up
Tat it up , Tat it up

Tat it uuuuuppppppppppppp aaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww aaaaawww

Duration : 0:4:4

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Sanctity didn’t just show up at a tattoo parlor and make “Beneath the Machine.” Here’s a quick rundown of who’s in the crew.

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