Welcome to the hostility room
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fredxmertzThese half painted busts of Beethoven weep
Just a Raved out husk of their former glory
And who better to tell the story
than a pissed off deaf composer
Decomposing in the green room
Neon checkerboards tower in vaulted ceilings
Like a blue dressed debutante
Down a rabbit hole filled with mushrooms
acid and hookers, horny onlookers
Crapping upright in the stalls
Smoking shroom and love leaf in the halls
And those feral dogs above and below
Growling from hunger and nowhere to go
“NO RAVE” warns graffiti painted plywood on both ends of the second floor
And the ceiling vibrates, evil from all sides
Wine and resumees from actresses, canceled checks along the walls
A room, a black hole, a spiraling death coil
Dollar bills on a string, you’ll never reach them
Constipated Puerto Ricans chasing white girls through the pyramids
Everything cut with speed, way more than they need
Every dose near lethal and not a single thing is legal
Welcome, have a seat , plenty of places to hide
Even after the cops have come and gone inside
Thank God you’re not Tracy, it would be so hard to be your friend
Cleaning up the shit on Monday morning
In the meantime, you are welcome, as long as you share
As long as you’re female and have long hair
Otherwise f*ck off I don’t know how you got this far, & I DON'T CARE
MERTZX_
Just a Raved out husk of their former glory
And who better to tell the story
than a pissed off deaf composer
Decomposing in the green room
Neon checkerboards tower in vaulted ceilings
Like a blue dressed debutante
Down a rabbit hole filled with mushrooms
acid and hookers, horny onlookers
Crapping upright in the stalls
Smoking shroom and love leaf in the halls
And those feral dogs above and below
Growling from hunger and nowhere to go
“NO RAVE” warns graffiti painted plywood on both ends of the second floor
And the ceiling vibrates, evil from all sides
Wine and resumees from actresses, canceled checks along the walls
A room, a black hole, a spiraling death coil
Dollar bills on a string, you’ll never reach them
Constipated Puerto Ricans chasing white girls through the pyramids
Everything cut with speed, way more than they need
Every dose near lethal and not a single thing is legal
Welcome, have a seat , plenty of places to hide
Even after the cops have come and gone inside
Thank God you’re not Tracy, it would be so hard to be your friend
Cleaning up the shit on Monday morning
In the meantime, you are welcome, as long as you share
As long as you’re female and have long hair
Otherwise f*ck off I don’t know how you got this far, & I DON'T CARE
MERTZX_
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Date: 2008-12-31 10:30 pm (UTC)my skin is going to wonder what I'm doing now
Date: 2009-01-02 06:14 am (UTC)this diatribe is all about Mission Impossible 1993, when I played in an amazingly fucked up ska / soul group called the TACO KINGS. I wrote about it a while back but I couldn't find the post. The building was a Masonic Temple in Long Beach, California. I think it is still there, near 4th street.
I have to find some pictures and post them, every room had a theme, left over from the many raves that took place there, and people were known to get so lost inside the building that they would be found half a day later, dehydrated and borderline shock from panic, due to feral dogs inside the building.
Scooby Snacks, my brother!