/

…prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory

and so we have this

you have it in your secret windows

and you’re understanding to understand it and to bring it forth

it takes minute detail

it takes a holy life

it takes emotions

it takes dedication

it takes dedication

it takes a death

and only god can allow it

and you couldn’t do it if you’re not the seed of god

and so the path through the great corridors

these are corridors unto his perfection

that is which the prophet and the oarman summoned has penetrated

that through this great sea of blackness

that i penetrated through these corridors

and i went through that last segment

where i went through these dark serpentines

i passed through that corridor

where they sat

where they are

and when you penetrate to the most high god

you will believe you are mad

you will believe you’ve gone insane

but i tell you if you follow the secret window

and you die to the ego nature

you will penetrate this darkness

oh yes there’s many a man or woman

that’s been put in the insane asylum

when this has happened to them

and they’re sitting there today, people think they’re insane

but they saw something that’s real

and they see it when they’re on drugs

the only thing is they see it

not through the light of god, and the way i show you

i show you to see it through the light of god

and the understanding of god

because when you see the face of god you will die

and there will be nothing left of you

except the god-man, the god-woman

the heavenly man, the heavenly woman

the heavenly child

there will be terror under this day of night

there will be a song of jubilee waiting for your king

there will be nothing you will be looking for in this world

except for your god

this is all a dream

a dream in death

and so i went through that window

and the tower of hell and the great serpentines of the highest order

and i went through that when i showed you chart #3

the question is asked and learned and someone who….

/

the car’s on fire and there’s no driver at the wheel

and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides

and a dark wind blows

the government is corrupt

and we’re on so many drugs

with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine

and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down

and the billboards are all leering

and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves

mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble

and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire

all twisted metal stretching upwards

everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: “kiss me, you’re beautiful -

these are truly the last days”

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it

like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -

for sure it’s the valley of death

i open up my wallet

and it’s full of blood

/

d’you think the end of the world is coming?

the preacher man says it’s the end of time…he says that america’s rivers are going dry. the interest is up, the stock market’s down. you guys have to be careful walking around here this late at night…this…this is the perfect place to get jumped.

but d’you think the end of the world is coming?

no. so says the preacher man but…i don’t go by what he says.

/

well…where are you coming from?

…well…i don’t like the way the country’s ran, don’t you know, and, erm…that’s pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. the government…the american government - they’re sneaky, they’re very deceitful, they’re liers, they’re cheats, they’re rip-offs. i mean, the american government is one systematic government that…that nobody can trust. i don’t trust them myself.

and how long have you been writing for?

huh?

how long have you been writing for?

since i was four.

d’you do this sort of thing a lot, like, open-mic kinda questions?

oh i love open-mics, i love coming here to do open-mics, absolutely.

what kind of reactions d’you usually get?

usually, people are…are pretty much in agreement with what i’m saying.

we overheard you before talking about…you went to court today for a speeding ticket…?

that’s accurate.

right. d’you wanna tell us that story?

yes, absolutely, i wouldn’t mind telling you the story. erm…i went to court today for a speeding ticket, and i told the judge, erm…”let me tell you something, and you listen and you listen good, i’m only gonna say this one time and one time only, i don’t repeat myself for nobody,” i said. i says…”i’m here to pay a speeding ticket, not to listen to your lectures and hear you run your mouth for an hour.” i says “i’m here to pay off my speeding ticket…and i’m here to get my fines out of the way and get the fuck to work.” the judge says “you can’t talk like that in my courtroom, you’re in contempt of court.” then i said…i told the judge, “if that’s the best you can do, i feel sorry for you.” i said “why don’t you just shut your fucking mouth for once and listen.” i said “i’m not gonna take any shit.” i said “i’m gonna pay my speeding ticket like i said.” i walked up to the god damn judge and i hand him my 25 dollars and i says “here’s my money, now i am leaving.”

and i left it at that…

…then, before i left, i turned around and told the judge “i’m here to state who i am and be honest with you.” i said “if they thought i was dangerous on the road like you’re trying to accuse me of, wouldn’t they have taken my license when i first got it? yes they would. and the judge says “yeah, you have a point,” he goes “you don’t need to get loud,” i said “don’t get loud?” i says “i’ve got every right to get loud.” i says “you can’t do a god damn thing about it, because i’m expressing myself in your court, and there is nothing you can do about it. you think you’re god because you have a robe and you can put people up the god damn river for 20 years? well you’re not.”

and i left it at that…

did you walk away?

yes i did…i don’t like the judicial system, i don’t like the government system, i don’t like the police, i don’t like anything to do with this country’s government. i just don’t like it, because…they’re sneaky, like i said - they’re deceitful, they’re lying, they’re cheats, the rip people off. that’s the american government for you. america is a third world country, and people don’t recognise it…and i think that that’s pretty god damn sad, that they don’t recognise their own country as a third world, third rate, third class slum.

well…d’you have any weapons?

yes, i do. i own a high-powered assault rifle, i own a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, i own a regular shotgun, i own a regular hunting rifle, i own a 9 milimetre, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm…i own an m-16 fully automatic ground assault rifle…

d’you think things are gonna get better before they get worse?

no way. things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse. like i said, america’s a third world country as it is and…and we’re just basically in a hopeless situation as it stands.

what d’you think this country’s gonna look like in the year 2003?

y’know, i’ll tell you the truth - nothing against you guys, but i don’t wanna answer that question because…i haven’t even got a mind that’s that…that inhumane.

are you ready for what’s coming?

ready as i’ll ever be.

most people aren’t.

there’s a little saying…dates back for generations…

go on…

be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don’t take no shit, always stand your ground. people wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? i’ll throw them through the fucking window…i won’t think a thing of it.

would you mind reciting your poem for us?

not at all, i don’t see why…i don’t see why i couldn’t.

there’s an evil virus that’s threatening mankind

it’s not state of the art, it’s a serious state of the mind

the muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite

a menace to society, a social disease

to brainwash the mind is a social disorder

the cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order

watching beginnings of social decay

gloating and sneering at life’s disarray

eating away at your own self esteem

pouncing on every word that you might be saying

to attack someones mind is a social disorder

the constitution, the government, martial law order

superficially smiling a shake of the hand

as soon as your back is turned treason is planned

when every good thing’s laid to rest

by the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies

and every time you think you’re safe

and when you go to turn away

you know they’re sharpening all their knives

all in your mind

all in your head

try to relate it

all in your mind

all in your head

try to escape it

without a conscience they destroy

and that’s a thing that they enjoy

they’re a sickness that’s in all of our minds

they want to sink the ship and leave

the way they laugh at you and me

you know it happens all the time

but it only happens in your mind

the rats in the cellar you know who you are…

or do you?

watching beginnings of social decay…

thank you for your time

/

I looked on the earth, and lo, it was waste and void;

and to the heavens, and they had no light.

I looked on the mountains, and lo, they were quaking,

and all the birds of the air had fled.

I looked, and lo, the fruitful land was a desert,

and all its cities were laid in ruins before the Lord, before his fierce anger.

For thus says the Lord: The whole land shall be a desolation; yet I will not make a full end.

Because of this earth shall mourn, and the heavens above grow black;

for I have spoken, I have purposed; I have not relented nor will I turn back.

/

Church Of Noise is a brand new tribal gathering.

Church Of Noise is a radical Masscommunication.

Church Of Noise is a new art movement.

Church Of Noise is an uprising against the state of boredom.

Church Of Noise is the temple where electronica and rock collide.

Church Of Noise is where dance music ends and the rebellion begins.

Church Of Noise is everything you want it to be. And more.

Church of Noise is a congregation of lovers, fighters, sinners, artists, misfits, outcasts, losers and weirdos.

In other words, normal, irrational, angry, happy, fucked-up people.

The easiest way to keep people sedated and stop them from asking questions to have them living in fear.

Fear of terrorism, fear of failure, fear of their neighbors, fear of authority, fear of creating,

fear of emotions, fear of change, fear of those who are different, fear of life itself.

The easiest way to please people is the give them shallow entertainment.

Like when the romans provided the people with arenas full of gladiators to keep their minds off their real problems,

we are also being bombarded with cheap tricks to keep us happy.

Music is just background noise to our lives, bland and meaningless.

We turn on the tv and turn off our minds.

We use the media to kill time.

Art and music and poetry should be the most important aspects of our lives.

It should be what liberates us from fear and boredom.

Music should move us. And should fulfil us and we should all speak and think like poets.

Church of Noise challenges the rules. To free our creative minds. To make every minute of life count.

Church of Noise challenges a world where money and greed are more important then people’s needs.

Church of Noise is where we will make our own rules and create our own world.

Church of Noise is our rebirth.

Church of Noise is sweat, passion and love.

Church of Noise is the idea of creating for its own sake. Without worrying about sales or charts or business.

Church of Noise is the energy of the people who are sick to death of feeling like slaves.

Church of Noise is the power of movement.

Church of Noise is the idea that together anything is possible.

Church of Noise is the explosion that will end all classes and all division.

Church of Noise is our attempt to bring substance into a world that has none.

Church of Noise is the gathering of radical ideas and beautiful minds.

Church of Noise is our cure for mental poverty.

Church of Noise is revolution.

/

this is a forward for godspeed

nobody we know owns anything

many of us will never own anything at all

we’re tired of feeling bewildered

tired of helplessness

we want many, many things to end soon

these times, when everything is denied us

anything is possible

but everyday stubborn, clumsy, beautiful ideas

drop on the withering vine

we’re tired of this state of affairs

we call to end paranoia, self-intimidation and fear

meanwhile, the world spins

as if nothing has happened at all

we’re all still waiting

we dedicate this to everyone who couldn’t afford

the thirty dollar price tag!

we dedicate this to girls kissing girls

boys kissing boys

girls kissing boys

and everything in between!

the future is bleak, uncertain, beautiful

tommorrow they might come and arrest us all

only if you listen closely can you hear the machines

beneath the sidewalk whipsering

the machines beneath the sidewalk are

always whispering

strive to listen close

please, try to be free

don’t be afraid

the end of the world will never come

/

Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run. He has to run faster than the distant fragments of our time, faster than the voices hemming him in, telling him that however much he thinks,imagines, writes or comunicates, the system has already found a new way of drowning him out.

Faster than the army of pretentious pinheads boasting artistic bollox, screaming their cheapskate anger, selling out for twenty seconds of fame, filling their arses with gold so they can say I was there, applauding midgets dressed up as giants.

He knows he has to chase ideals that have packed their bags And run off to the nearest tourist haven or tax haven and chase gods that ask for a discount on the rent on olympus and apartments with a view of the clouds because, if they look down, they say they get an urge to throw up.

Down here, it’s all ours, it all belongs to men and women, but it’s common knowledge that we’ve never had a particular talent for doing things well.

Every day an artist gets up and knows he has to run. What he doesn’t know, perhaps, is that he doesn’t have to run …alone.

/

there is a devil in this world

and no angel will save us

our relations are sickened and damaged as this upside down world

they’re turning our neighbourhoods into disneylands

they’re building more prisons and doubling their patrols

at the same time miss celine dion sings love songs while our cities burn

in these times, when everything is denied us

anything is possible

but everyday stubborn clumsy beautiful ideas rot on the withering vine

all dreams fall down

failure leads to irony,

and irony smothers us with all the pastel colours of the newest retail superstores

we call for an end to this state of affairs

long live a little bit of autonomy

long live all quiet roof easels

a sort of culture can be built here

all sorts of things can happen

when and if we finally begin to refuse

we dedicate tonight’s performance to quiet refusals

loud refusals and sad refusals

we dedicate it to the imminent market collapse

we dedicate it to carpenters

waitresses and drug addicts

we dedicate it to secretaries, alcoholics and schizophrenics

we dedicate it to the boys kissing boys

girls kissing girls

girls kissing boys

and everything in between

we dedicate it to anxiety attacks, hangovers, worried depression

and all the other necessary by-products of trying to live free

we dedicate it to any endeavour who’s ultimate unreasonable goal is autonomy

self-determination or joy

we dedicate it to every prisoner in the world