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promethean75 wrote: Mon Mar 27, 2023 10:14 pm i know of nick cave but what i recall never left any impression.
These might:

Tupelo
https://youtu.be/tQvLKvEo530
https://youtu.be/oSl4KX7zBTQ

Mercy Seat
https://youtu.be/Are2FK_P3xY
https://youtu.be/Ahr4KFl79WI
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david byrne
Eggs in a Briar Patch
https://youtu.be/pFVl8QgGrPQ

david byrne and brian eno
the jezebel spirit
https://youtu.be/ysGjmm648ds
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Really wish Alice in Chains had covered this back in their prime. This would have fit right in their unplugged set.
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primitve radio gods
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand
https://youtu.be/1Y2Pw9E3bL8
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Nick Drake
River Man
https://youtu.be/idcaRTg4-fM
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FZ
Take Me Out To The Ball Game (or An Afternoon At Philosophy Now)
https://youtu.be/Q33LtOSRJyQ
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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Almost
https://youtu.be/MNXru5c2OCg
https://youtu.be/-wPiSEJw3gM

cover by acid house kings
https://youtu.be/cLQftG5qOL0
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"How many songs are there?"

"Well, our archives have 23,890,765,346 songs as of now, 12:23 PM, 19/5/2323 AD, there are at a minimum 4,780,897 songs produced every minute and so by 3:43 PM tomorrow, there should be approximately ..."

"Will it be enough?"

"Sorry? I was calculating?"

"Will it be enough?"

"For what?"

"For you know what! Access file Trinity for Pete's sake."

"Ah! No, we won't be able to meet the specified requirement."

"We didn't make a mistake, did we?"

"It's more likely that Tukr is in heaven."

"What are the chances of that?"

"Exactly zero!"
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Catherine Wheel
Black Metallic
https://youtu.be/oM4LDjKYAks
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Lords Of Acid
Sit On My Face
https://youtu.be/OcYXZYq8VeY
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"oh papa i hate this! isn't there something else we can listen to," anna snapped as she pushed the small TV off the table. it landed with a metallic thunk, its antennae snapping off. "it's so gross and dumb. why do those girls always shake their butts and why is that ugly guy with all those tattoos jumping around and singing like that? it's not even music and i hate it!"

across the room papa was working on a musical script for a play he was producing. he sighed, walked over to anna and sat down beside her. anna stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. after a brief pause of thought, papa exhaled and smiled. he admired her look of consternation.

"well anna, do you remember what i told you about the spirit of the age and what the capitalist revolution did to the music industry?"

anna shifted a little and paused a moment, trying to remember correctly so papa would be impressed. she brushed her hair behind her ear and began.

"umm, you said that it revolutionized the modes of production, enabling a sudden increase in the experimental forms of music, right?"

"that's right. and do you remember what else?"

"yeah... you said that it would eventually reach a point where... umm, the motive for profit and productive efficiency would become adverse effects?"

"yes, anna, very good! but adverse effects against what, exactly?", papa inquired. she straightened her posture nervously and pursed her lips as if in deep thought.

"the experimental novelty of music. you said that eventually, music would become more formulaic and standardized because the market would adjust to consumer expectations for predictability and familiarity in the music. then you said that musical integrity would be slowly debased because of such commification."

papa laughed out loud, smiled at anna, and ruffled her hair. she looked at him aghast and confused by his laughter. "that's 'commodification', anna" he reassured her. anna shifted her eyes away from papa's as if embarrassed at her minor mistake, then confidently regained her composure. "yeah that's what i meant."

anna's brother danny walks in and stops cold before the broken TV on the floor. he scratches his head. "what happened to the TV?"

papa and anna look conspiratorially at each other for a moment, giggling. "anna decided she had had enough, danny", papa announced. "there was a rap video on and apparently it disgusted her."

danny snickered and said "why was she even watching that garbage in the first place?"

"i wasn't watching it, danny!" asserted anna. it was already on because you left it on that channel!"

a brief interlude of argument ensues between anna and danny until anna finally ignores danny and turns her attention to papa.

"tell us the story of the magic land of music again, papa. please?"

"okay, but afterward you to need to practice your major scales and reading. i've written some composition i want you two to work on."

danny settles down beside anna on the couch, hogging three quarters of it. she tugs the blanket away from danny angrily. "scoot over!"

as papa leans back in his chair he lights his pipe and pulls deeply from it. he crosses his legs and the story begins...

"once upon a time, long ago, before the birth of the souless music of the twenty first century, there existed a special type of magician called the 'composer'. these composers had the unique ability to give life to sounds that would enchant us and tell us wondrous stories. he was like a mathematician, of sorts, who did with notes what others did with numbers. by giving careful attention to the structures of sequence, pitch, tone, timbre, meter and tempo, he was able to construct a language which organized the composition and melody that brought his notes to life. he could make them dance, or cry, or rejoice, or rage... he could make them tell us stories about love and joy, or war, or melancholy, or triumph, or doubt, or terrible loss, and anything else we are able to feel in our hearts. as this magician assembled the notes on the page he could imagine them animated and moving in a world of their own, and with his spark he would bring them magically to life for us."

"show us, papa! show us the notes... i want to see them!", anna demanded. she was ecstatic by now... gripping her clarinet in her lap as if she'd never let it go.

papa's eyes widened and he glared at anna and danny. this for effect. "do you really want to go to this magical land? you have to be sure."

anna retracted as if hesitant. she loved to play this game with papa when he told the story, pretending as if she were unsure about the journey to come. with a look of mock seriousness on her face, she scratched her chin and pondered the thought. suddenly a glimmer she hadn't noticed before caught her eye and drew her attention; the light from the fire reflected off the smooth finish of her clarinet, and she turned it her her hands, studying its features in wide eyed amazement.

"yes, yes i want to go!" she finally insisted. papa was supposed to look as if he doubted her sincerity. this was part of their game.

"okay, if you're absolutely sure."

and with that papa sat forward in his chair and began to move his hands in a mysterious pattern in front of him. he closed his eyes and began reciting a strange incantation. anna gasped as a greenish haze slowly began to take form in front of papa. the cloud started to swirl and twist and pulse until finally a faint sound could be heard from inside of it. as it got louder and louder, anna stared in disbelief, until finally the audible sound became a melody. then the notes appeared. they moved about like little people... anna now completely captivated by the miniature world taking shape before her.

"i see them, papa... i can see them now!"
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Lol I did a whole bunch of these short stories over random Zappa tunes. Here's another one.

his eyes were sunken into his head like two black holes, his pale skin spotted with new sores and tiny, visable veins. he hadn't slept for days. the nightmares wouldn't let him.

he stood before the mirror in the dirty bathroom, staring at himself through blurry, blood shot eyes. the trembles were getting worse now.

Larry turned on the faucet. it spit out brownish water for a moment, then ran clean. he steadied himself with one hand on the sink, and with the other, splashed water on his face. he found a used paper towel among the empty beer cans, ashtrays and old syringes scattered on the vanity, and dried himself.

as he made his way to the kitchen, a cockroach skittered across the floor in front of him. he no longer bothered... they were everywhere now. the warped baseboard that lined the floor was rotting, and the plaster walls were cracked and discolored. he sat down at the kitchen table and picked up his cell phone.

still no calls.

Larry scratched his arm, being careful not to break the scabs that had formed on the inside of his elbow. the scar tissue had grown tougher, making it more difficult to get a vein. he had begun shooting on the inside of his leg five days ago.

he counted the bills and the change with a trembling hand. $20. it was enough for one bag.

Larry tore a corner from a piece of paper. it was his electric bill, but he knew he wouldn't pay it. folding the edges he made a rolling paper, then took a few butts from the ashtray and emptied the remaining tobacco over the paper. he rolled it into a loose cigarette, and lit it with a match.

it had been eleven hours since his last shot, and the withdrawals were beginning again. sickness slowly creeping over him, making him nauseous and cold. he huddled at the table, smoking the cigarette, his eyes set on the phone. he was rocking back and forth again, he noticed, but he couldn't control it anymore.

a screen door slammed next door as the voice of a shouting man rose above the silence. they were fighting again, and Larry's head pounded and throbbed. he rubbed his eyes with his dirty fingers, and wiped his nose. his nose was running uncontrollably.

finally the phone rang. he almost knocked it off the table as he grabbed it up.

"yeah, is this Dwayne?"

"i told you to stop calling me past two, man. you need to get everything you're going to get, at once. i'm not driving out there two or three times a night anymore."

"i'm sorry Dwayne... i.. i didn't have the money. i got $20 now. do you think you could come by?"

"$20 dollars is all you got?! get your shit right man, then call me back."

Dwayne hung up.

Larry sat there, the sound of the dial tone echoing in his ear. he dropped the phone to the floor and hunched over, clutching his stomach. the room was spinning around him now like some sinister fun house. he closed his eyes and began to cry. seconds later the heaving started, coming between his desperate sobs. finally he fell out of his chair.

Larry hit the kitchen floor in a contorted shape and began writhing in pain. "oh god, oh god," he cried, as he tried to right himself. it was no use. he didn't have the strength.

as he lay there in a pool of his own vomit, he saw the pistol on the counter. he crawled across the floor, managing to gather strength enough to reach it. Larry fumbled for the gun, pulled his knees up to his body and sat against the cabinet. the pistol was heavy in his hands.

"ahh...uuuhaaa... oh jesus.. oh please." he convulsed again, drew forward, and yellow stomach acid spewed from his mouth all over his hands and pistol. the putrid smell enveloped him as the tears rolled down his face.

"oh Larry... what happened," he whispered to himself as he sniffled, his thin, emaciated body rocking back and forth. "i can't do this... i can't take this any longer."

he heaved again, but his stomach was empty. the pain shot through him like a bolt.

Larry raised the pistol with his hands and stared at it. a memory of his youth passed through his mind, then faded to black. he glanced one last time at the cell phone on the floor. no calls. he sighed deeply, raised the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

it was the only way to put an end to his filthy habits
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Oh yes this is my jam right here. Random YouTube shuffle wuz good to me this time.

https://youtu.be/4_QdADiOyUw

I can sing this whole song note for note man. I'll put a fuckin feather in my hat and kill that shit. Say I won't.
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Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick I swear I clicked this thread while listening to this song, and this was the first response. And if you didn't know, now you do.
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