I HAVE HEARD RUMORS THAT TEH FALL ARE NOT PLAYING TONIGHT

i'll see you tonight, dan!

ps this is my new name dudes

On New Year's Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze

My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party

Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance

It was like being back at school

My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom

Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead

Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned

Then my powers did return

Hop on, lovers of fads
It's shoulder pads
Death knell now for pilsner lads
(...)
My powers! Gone!
My powers! Gone!

Said twisted chill, flashes pan
It's MES in shoulder pads

Look out! Lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads

Big fit deal for lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads

Get a line, bargain mind
Against a different clime
Holding ankles, rotten cads
It's MES in shoulder pads

And unless you want MES as your dad
Only got anchors, lovers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads

MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
It's MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
MES in shoulder pads
It's MES in shoulder pads

The Fall at Northsix Friday night - 28
Reply to: anon-45864064@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-10-17, 2:23PM EDT

I was the regular-sized, mostly sober young man very excited to be seeing one of my favorite bands in the world touring in support of a great new album. You were the enormous, balding, fratboy-washout douchebag in a baseball cap with an "O" on it, long-sleeved white shirt, Corona bottle tucked classily into your back pocket. When the Fall started playing, you began a retarded 1990s moshpit technique of throwing your enormous Sasquatch body back-first into anybody in your vicinity, including several women barely half your size, with no rythym or even any sign that you were listening to the music at all. Listen, I know what it's like to be excited and love a band so much they make you want to break yourself in half, but you're just an asshole (and so was your sleazebag buddy in the leather jacket who looked like Rowdy Roddy Piper's mongoloid halfbrother who was doing the same thing.) Fuck you. Fuck your stupid thickneck moshpit antics. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. I just want to say that if I ever see you again, I'm going to cut off your motherfucking balls and staple them to your eyelids and then shove that Corona bottle so far up your fucking ass that your breath will smell like limes for a week. Fuck you, you douchebag.

Oh, PS: to the wasted Hispanic dude with the pussylip mustache who was throwing ice cubes into the crowd, yelling "Where's Julian? Where's the Strokes? Where's Interpol" and constantly trying to get everybody around him to pay attention to him - when you climbed on the stage during the second song, stood right in front of MES and waved your arms to the crowd and the bouncer hauled your stupid ass out of the club, hopefully giving you a few shots to your empty dome for good measure, I was very happy.

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