SHOWS OF NOTE THIS WEEK
THU: Laromlab/Robotcowboy/Alext Atchley/Boogdish (1919 Hemphill)
FRI: White Williams/Rings/Sticky Buns (Hailey's)
FRI: Nicky Click/Rival Gang/Dark Town Strutters/samizdat (Rubber Gloves)
FRI: Super Furry Animals/Fiery Furnances/Holy Fuck (Granada)
SAT: Band of Horses/Cass McCombs/Tyler Ramsey (Palladium)

PHORELADELIAH.BLOGSPOT.COM has nothing to do with that poetry. wtf.

go to

PHORELADELIAH.BLOGSPOT.COM

lots of desperation around here. effed. Is this what all this is about? Rag on shit that ain't yours to hopefully smear a name and knock out some "competition"? yalls crazy.

Man, some of that is actually pretty beautiful.

i(n)dia ex
xenophoebus

(A)tomizing lamp oil
dishwater along the boardwalk seaguins
ghosts of braincells quibble thread
con artist alerted
pasted needlescratch for the aphid

in the cracks of chosenesque

highstanding structures transmitting radio-yeast
microwave oven kleenex the ages

brink puddles levitate and bath lasting eyes

exit dirt spirit in the metal detect
tropos uncovered and dissolved on the backlit songs that wake
e x
experiments

My TOM has got a white shirt! it's this kind of simple knowledge that makes a winner son. just find you a coney island whitefish and squeeze you out some love. rope the scumbag! and squeeze the love and find your pinky lazer gun.

i(n)dia ex
xenophoebus

(A)tomizing lamp oil
dishwater along the boardwalk seaguins
ghosts of braincells quibble thread
con artist alerted
pasted needlescratch for the aphid

in the cracks of chosenesque

highstanding structures transmitting radio-yeast
microwave oven kleenex the ages

brink puddles levitate and bath lasting eyes

exit dirt spirit in the metal detect
tropos uncovered and dissolved on the backlit songs that wake
e x
experiments

it's that kind of simple knowledge that makes a winner son.

i could be throwing gravel, instead of breathing wet stone trying to catch the dragon that wraps around every blue river inside you, pushing up above your neck and a few lines that would be nice to see stabbed at least once without just death but every irresponsibility of fear that even a priest, unwilling, wouldn't pour the secrets of any dark realities on a soul so innocent. but we're the lunatics. us, not them.

i don't know what i believe anymore.

Make check payable to:
shoeless agadore
you tell ray b.v.7.0 that i aint his boo anymore
eyes done broke
thats was the last time i let you get ahead of yourself
sometimes it takes time to erase
back along the waisthigh ditchs
we drain our swamps and wear shawls of shiek maxim
you tell ray b.v.7.0 that ____________
on an image plane
the telegraph plateau shunts and drifts five thousand miles easily
would you like to se(x).05+confederate flage and staypuft marshmallow
in a particle disentegrater

dinner and a moddy
i means a hot totty..

cold cuts
strong capacitance
silica soil
not so this cropduster hundred strand able

i planted some salvia
and some california poppy
in airplane's pressurized body

it's that kind of simple knowledge that makes a winner son.

dinner and a moddy
i means a hot totty..

cold cuts
strong capacitance
silica soil
not so this cropduster hundred strand able

i planted some salvia
and some california poppy
in airplane's pressurized body

we have to rope ourselves a scumbag and squeezzze us out some love!

in a trick shrug of must oh me and my
along those cut up graters those big black junkcades
just shake your hand and toss eyesight ceases
i just say yes sir and keep diggin o shovelin
i just say are you sure
you there
just waiving to a patriotic motorcade
been having alot of sentimental moments lately

those good old boys
shinin all that mason dixon chrome
gotta heart like jesus
keep on reelin on that tired line
sticker eyes terraced in mussel shoals

baby says she wonders what it will be like without the letter t
traffic on both sides even inside the vigil raids
horse stalls and nurseries on fire
take some soldier's wife to acapulco

were all good in nazarene sheds
gimme a ride down to that old baptist church
my sweet patience stares and sweats
hide my banjo in the blankets under your bed
bone dead asleep in the parking lot on the take with the crows
carefully planned and methodically executed

we have to rope ourselves a scumbag and squeezzze us out some love!

my tanner was sloping the pony behind the venus in my urethra, my chakra's very purty.

tomato cunt soup spray for men
tomato cunt soup spray for men
tomato cunt soup spray for men

shitdick say me hungry!!!!!!!!!!!!

kissy face kissy face in a dish
how many kissy face do you wish

all you jesus wannabees are mac toting pussies!!!!

let's not forget to mention matthew and the arrogant sea is playing club dada on wednesday night.

Wichita Lineman by Glenn Campbell may just be the greatest song ever. It's certainly on the long-ass list of greatness. This website does in fact shed a little light on some truth, and it's nice to have it around.

you guys are all dorks.

the world is bigger than local music.

Whatever happened to the high road? Living well is the best revenge.

well put!

sheds light on truth? youre insane

sorry but this website is the only place that sheds a little light on the truth, whether you like it or not.

hide behind your inside jokes but you can't hide from the fact that the reason people say anything on here about you most of the time, not always, is because you've been saying shit about each other and other people out around town. word gets around and your shit talking reputation comes back to haunt you. it's only okay to say shit about people behind their backs while you smile and shake their hands after the fact. that's how it's done. but if someone posts comments retaliating for said comments, oh they're such assholes. well, maybe not. there are a lot of unneeded comments on this blog that are unconstructive and they attack people that don't deserve it. and then there are the valid comments that sting those who act so innocent and diplomatic publicly but get the justified criticism here they should have gotten elsewhere. but it doesn't work like that. people are much more interested in pretending everybody's great friends with one another and avoid rocking the boat from fear that it might disturb their precious career in music. i'll take the truth over an empty compliment, any day.

When you take the internet seriously you fail at the internet.

:D

sounds like someone has a case of the mondays.

Yeah that's fucked up how people get their feelings hurt when anonymous people go out of their way to hurt their feelings.

That is some serious spite!

i like hypocrite pie. the kind of pie where you pretend like nothing on the internet bothers you and you act so above this website when you and your buddies are some of the worst offenders at getting your feelings hurt from comments (on here or drc) and overreacting. how's that pie taste? it's your own recipe.

What kind of pie do y'all like?

i wanna go to band of horses

We should all talk about music sometime.

See. already unblocked. LIke I said-sensitive. Sensitive to my needs. Sensitive to your needs. Nevermind DRC. We're in love again. Thanks.

ADUB IS NOT A WIMP! HE'S A PRINCESS!

I think that the ultra sensitive drc has blocked their website so they can figure out that whoever writes about what they say over there is someone from their own ranks. of course that will be the case, since they all secretly hate each other and play nice in public all diplomatic-like but despise each other for any bit of attention their so called friends get. what a bunch of complete and utter wimps. the ultimate in crass male-ego driven bullshit rock and woe-is-me country flavored syrup. COUGH.

"whatever, hippie" by anonymous 11:40 is truly the greatest comment ever on wsjr. Easily the best. Now, I know that some will say that anonymous 7:52 from three Tuesdays ago, who said "Whatever, faggot" is the greatest but they are wrong. What do you guys think?

whatever, hippie.

Man, you take teh internets pretty seriously, huh?

ladies and gentlemen,

would you please direct your attention to denton rock city, where two ignorant fools try to decide whether or not wichita lineman as performed by glen campbell is the best song of all time. I kid you not. everything that's wrong with "musicians." if that's your gold standard, you gone have a problem.

that song is pretty good

looks like a pretty slow week.