Our house in the middle of street why did we ever meet

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our house in the middle of street why did we ever meet

Higher states of consciousness: which tunes have a hotline to the divine? track from Chicago's Joe Smooth has become a foundational house classic, "One day we will be free from fighting, violence, people crying in the street. quest to find common ground between the worlds of sacred church music. I have five. too ; And we're a' nod - din, noddin, and #: Twa o' them are gone wi' W . And are they a' at hame?–Oh na, na, na, mod-din at - we're a' our house at hame. with those of the middle class of society, without being questioned as to my country, my occupation, &c. There never was, nor ever will be, a better dancer. On drugs and middle-age. It makes you wander the streets at 3 am looking for things to eat. Why did we waste our money on this, bloody— why are we on a traffic island? want to find out that the most you could possibly achieve, if you gave it your all, if you "This is our Smeg fridge, the whole house is made of Smeg.

If you are going to have an afterlife, why not just have a physical afterlife? Just come back as a tentacle with a set of lips looking for huge lumps of chocolate to fuck, it'd be much more reasonable. I'm quite a compulsive person—I only worked this out recently—I'm compulsive, but I'm also very indecisive. I don't know what I want, but I know that I want it now. We want women to look like cakes! What is that supposed to be? It's never really casual, you always have to turn up.

It's never casual unless you're both wearing Sherlock Holmes hats or something. You're covered in crisps, one of you's eating an omelette, the other one's doing a crossword, then it's kind of casual. On the myth of "casual sex". I would stab you to death On relationships with fat people.

But do you think maybe this might have something to do with your per-ARGH! That first high kick to the thorax generally does the trick. Talking with women about their periods. English people, don't go up there, it's nearly half the country, and you say "Why don't you go?

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It's a very simple experiment to conduct, all you've got to do is be with a man, wait until he starts doing something and then go up and talk to him. What is it now?! I'm opening fish fingers can't you see?!

You come in here, walking on the floor - breathing the air like it's yours - talking and talking and I'm doing something! Look they've fallen on the floor, are you happy?! Are you happy now?! Every time I try anjd do something for myself, you carbonize and then shit on my dreams You're just like your whhhvjnvnbbbnjhhuh. Why do I even dare to think I could dream I could imagine I could hope?!

A man does not know how he came by the half a pie he is holding in his hand. And scientists—those frauds—seize on this, and try to use it as proof of the mysteries of human consciousness and the unknowable nature of the brain, which is rubbish! The brain is the simplest organ in the body. It only has three bits. The middle bit, which tries to come up with the excuse. And the back bit, which plays the last song that was on in the pub. And an amazing guitarist.

Men give serious time and thought on "How would I deal with, if the rocket came down of that alley right now? Yeah, I'd handle that situation pretty well! I basically think, you know, I'm what would have happened if James Dean had lived and discovered carbohydrates and orthopaedic shoes. You have to tell yourself this bullshit just to keep going! Cause you're constantly being reminded how redundant you are! Sometimes is just, you know No, I resent that! Sometimes I want a snack And women as a group, en masse, do show contempt for men, en masse Look at them, look!

One of them's trying to DO something". We end up back with each other. You've a very important, early decision to make in your life: Are you going to be sane, or not lonely? And you both know who it is! Children are very overprotected now, in lots of ways.

We're very nervous about them. You know, people go, "Don't go outside! Get into the cupboard with some spinach! And doing those handshakes that take three quarters of an hour, with the amazingly younger language: The first half of your life is spent getting over yourself. I just go on and on! Two young, fit, healthy attractive people in love? People will kill you. They will shave out every last morsel of fun in you with little, harmless sounding phrases that people uses every day, like: Let me oil you.

Would you please - stop - taking - pictures - on your tiny - annoying whispering fucking camera. This is happening to you in real time, you are having the experience. It's not much point to verify that you were at the event when you're actually here. To an audience member. What are talking about here?

It's not even a drink. It's a way for having the cops around without using a phone. Or Berlusconi, in Italy, right; the envy of the world, Italy, in terms of history, art and culture, 98 different political parties, and they still managed to elect him! So thoroughly corrupt, every time he smiles an angel gets gonorrhoea! He's had so many face-lifts, his face has moved to the top of his head, you have to get on a step-ladder to watch him lie!

Everybody went apeshit when Barack Obama got elected. But his biggest problem is everybody else! Do you work out? Look at the Catholic church, the campest organization on the planet with the purple robes, gold bits on the side, jewellery so big if they let it fall it would kill people What else can it be, but this sort of ritual of panic about death?

Quick, put on the gold hat! I listen to them, you know, banging on. Now have another biccie and be quiet, will you please? But you can absolutely understand the desire to believe in something, to support you. Children like to be supervised by adults. Because it validates them, it shows them that they are there, that somebody else is watching over them.

Grown-ups are the same, not that there is any such thing as a grown-up, really. They liked to be watched by something. A couple of days ago I saw one of those signs outside of churches and it said "Jesus said: I am the light of the world". Which is a very male view, you know, if Jesus had been Jesusina it would've been more modest. You know because it's a women, she would've been traditionally more modest. When you're young, you think about it… Well, you don't really think about it, you know - you have the intelligence of raspberry jam, you're not thinking about anything.

But it's there, as a motive force, making you do things. Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Put them in the flat. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Pick up the thing. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person.

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Why did this happen? Put the things on - your clothes - whatever they're called. Go out the door, into work - same thing! Same people, again, it's real, it is happening, to you.

And so, the young woman thinks that if she has the right curtains, she can keep death and all other problems at bay. But the young man knows that the only way to keep death at bay, is by having sex pretty much constantly. Now, because nature's so clever, it makes the couple compromise by giving them children, so they never have to have sex again, and then the children pull the curtains down so there was NEVER anything to worry about in the first place!

The other morning, I woke up. But I heard this beautiful reassuring sound, it sounded like my childhood. Church bells behind the hill? You should be as alive as you can, until you're totally dead! Science is a joke. Look at the scientific explanation for the origin of life as we know it.

No wonder we have creationists, you know, those people - God love them - who tell their children that, you know, originally we all went to school with dinosaurs, or whatever it is that they tell them. And then we all came from monkeys.

There must be more than - BANG! Or the computers which are everywhere which is proof that we like to be watched. On modern technology Perfume is a good example of a product gone all wrong. We're the only organism the planet is actively asking to fuck off!

By burning things, and freezing things, and melting things on us! It's like going past the ocean and seeing it spit out whales, "Fuck off, I've had enough of you! These fingers are from Florence. Yves Saint Laurent himself designed my arse. My nipples are reconstructed from an early unfinished blue print by Coco Chanel, hence their lopsided charm. One of them is on my shoulder.

The other five I keep handily between my toes, which, in themselves are a bit embarrassing. On fashion and cosmetic surgery. What do young people have gap years for? On gap years and life. You know, fucking mornings! What is that about? That time is a huge lie.

People running up to you saying, "what do you think? And how do they lure you back into the world, into the human race, into consciousness itself? With the great traditional breakfast! As eaten here and in Britain and Ireland and lots of other places: Some yummy cereal, mmhmmmm dust with milk!

Goody gumdrops, I was up all night fantasizing about fucking fibre. I'd like to be lying face down in a cushion, with my mouth full of chocolate, and something lovely happening to my lower half. Would you like your prize now, or later? Women are not allowed to be seen to enjoy themselves on lots of ways. The Madonna-Whore-Quotient of a woman. Where is the cake?

our house in the middle of street why did we ever meet

Cake is the language of love. I don't see any cakes in the building. You know, people say that to you: Gimme a fuckin' eclair. The ultimate human shopping list: You have to have a good relationship with pleasure, Australians seem to, on the whole your approach seems to be to go, "What's that?

Ahh, yeah, it's one of those" which is a lot healthier than the Irish one, which is to go, "What's that? I'll wait till everyone's asleep, then I'll steal it, so nobody will see me enjoy myself and then I won't have to feel ashamed. I can just let the guilt fester for the rest of my life and spend all my remaining years drunk. Don't try to get in, I have blocked the door with huge lumps of turkish delight and I'm listening to showtunes.

And it really made me want to cry. I just thought how old or sick or small do you need to be to need those beans? On warning on cigarettes boxes. And what is the point of putting a picture of the perfectly ordinary Irish smile on the box of cigarettes? Yeah, Yeah [ edit ] And the thing is woman do have to do all kinds of things themselves. And they lie about it 'cause of all the pressure. Woman go and get their hair made bullet-proof and get the implants. The silly clothes and the stupid shoes everybody wears now.

That's not the kind of thing a person does for themselves. You know what l did for me? I had an eclair inside an eclair.

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That's the kind of thing you do for yourself. The truth is that women are like chick peas under a psychopath's hat. They can be cherishable and zingy and suprising.

But you ask too many questions and you get killed. I can't be a feminist. Just like most women. If women were serious about feminism they would have everything that feminists talk about getting. Equal pay, you could have that tomorrow! If you're a young man, you know, you live in a sexual tyranny anyway and your penis is Kim Jong. You can have a car crash. You lie in the ditch thinking: I can't quite seem to see it yet". Your mind keeps churning.

You think, "What if this thing happens?! What if that thing happens?! What if they happen together?! What if I lose my job?! I hate my fucking job! But what if I lose it? And worms don't live in a hive, so it already feels unnatural. You lie in bed, beside your partner Okay, I would be dead.

How would they cope? They would be out in the street in half an hour, stealing food from seagulls mouths! They'd have a much nicer, cleaner house!

And an improved sense of self-worth. And inevitably your partner would find somebody within the first days, and begin a tumultuous sexual relationship. They would be having sex a lot in your bed when you were dead! The morning, the afternoon, the evening, and the night time would be the main times they would be having sex, in your bed, when you were dead.

Feeding each other lobster with their bare hands, to give each other more energy to try it in new and more demanding ways. When your realise you are lying besides somebody who is waiting for you to die!

And what's more, they're sleeping to make the time go faster. Days are stupid length. They are just long enough to get regret and then you have to go to bed. Trying to sort out their relationship with the definite article.

Throwing darts at their dinner. Mr Cameron and his cube of air.


The belief system that if you smiled hard enough into the face of God, you would eventually shit money. You know what you think, you know where you are on the spectrum Put it down, we should all be nice to one another. Not a sophisticated philosophy, it just says: Do we fuck it or eat it? Now you might be liberal! You could be, I forgot. You could be one of those thoughtful, troublesome people. You are the thing in your kitchen you never use. Something you bought once, while you were out at a market feeling frisky.

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Here are 10 soul-stirring examples that actually deliver on their promise to take you to another place and not just to the chillout area to talk nonsense with your new best mates. Third-party content may contain adverts] 1. Joe Smooth - Promised Land This impossibly uplifting track from Chicago's Joe Smooth has become a foundational house classic, sealing the idea of dance music as egalitarian utopia.

our house in the middle of street why did we ever meet

Or as Smooth neatly summarises: Add Joe Smooth 2. Orbital - Belfast Rave maestros Orbital made a fairly shameless attempt to co-opt some holy splendour on this track by sampling a 12th century liturgical chant by Saint Hildegard von Bingen as performed by the Gothic Voices ensemble on the album A Feather on the Breath of God. Yet it's hard to deny Belfast's spine-tingling power, particularly when you learn the story behind its name: While there, they witnessed first-hand how dance music was breaking down the city's heavily-policed boundaries between Protestant and Catholic communities.

Inspired, they dedicated this song to the young people of Belfast and their indomitable spirit. Pantha du Prince - The Winter Hymn Pantha du Prince 's album Elements of Light found bucolic techno producer Hendrik Weber experimenting with the reverberant sound of a bell carillon, a three-tonne instrument comprising 50 individual bronze bells, typically found in the belfry of a cathedral.

New album The Triad, and particularly its bewitching lead-off single Winter Hymn, continues his fruitful quest to find common ground between the worlds of sacred church music and precision-engineered electronica. Transglobal Underground - Temple Head The use of Eastern or African samples as a kind of spiritual garnish in Western dance music can sometimes be problematic. But London-based collective Transglobal Underground have always been diligent champions of various international sounds, and the simple, celebratory power of their early dancefloor hit Temple Head re-released multiple times since its first appearance in transcends any kind of earnest analysis.

Add Transglobal Underground 5. Photek - Rings Around Saturn Drum 'n' bass may not be the first genre you associate with deep spiritual nourishment but its mids golden era delivered an abundance of blissed-out bangers.