Interruption #1: The Beheading of St. John the Baptist or Bring on the gut rot....

Hello!
This is a song about love ladies and gentlemen.... 
And being rolled up in a strip of dirty carpet & being dropped from Queens bridge  into the dirty...
fucking...
 yarra. 

And being condemned to haunt it's mangy neurotic banks for 2011 years... 
With two rabie-infested dogs for company...

It's about realizing that you live in a country of badly behaved children!
All loaded-up on a closely regulated supply of opium tea... And the smell of stink-boots... Blasted up out of the sea and blasted out of the sky...
On a psychedelic concoction that even Dennis Hopper wouldn't lay a finger on...

Its a song about midnight pork & rice & being allowed to smoke inside and knowing that home ain't all it's cracked up to be...
And that if Judy garland has gone anywhere...
It's here...
With your offspring moving from town to town, picking the scungy meat from bones in junk piles on the road-side...
Still waiting for their beautiful teeth....

Waiting patiently like Roy Orbison on acid going through a windshield...

 It's a song about looking up at the wall, inhabited by all the dead washed-up & worn out crooners and realizing...
That Delta Goodram just won't cut the fucking mustard... 
And that you're Better off being the big fish in a minute pond... 
Swimming around in the same pussey piss-filled hollow day after day.... 
Looking up through your yellow window at the sallow faces peering down into your skull in it's aging wanderkammer. With the words 'Phlebas was once as handsome and tall as you....' printed in helvetica nue on a wall plaque below your weathered... splitting... bones. 

It's a song about paying seventeen hundred dollars for a flakey piece of rib on ebay, and wondering, have I just taken out a personal loan in exchange for a fragment of chicken carcass?

It's a song about finding your Texan-Rockhampton soulmate in a trash-can.... 
With his fingernails all chewed down to the cuticle.... 
And instead of settling down, into a life of normality, you chose to settle for fucked-up, strange and dangerous for the rest of your life...

This is a song for estranged wives and creepy husbands.
It's a song about, defending your husband's upstanding public profile...
His Cold and rigid ways... 
But mainly his rigid ways...

it's a song about Claiming 'I dont own that telescope in the front room baby. It came with the house.
I'm not a pervert, I'm justwatching films through the cinema control room window.
I'm not a drunk, I'm just so god-damn thirsty all the time....
And beer is cheaper than bottled water.'

Its a song about realising, you once were a dove but now you've got shit on your wings.

Its a song about unworldly expectations....
Her beautiful Viennese curls. 
The dutiful look in her eyes.
Manslaughter.

It's a song about stepping out into  oncoming traffic with half a bottle of whiskey clutched in your hand...
And The blood of a half-bled saint.

Manslaughter!
Bled from the neck.
Dead on arrival.
Cigarette fingers.
Manslaughter!
Dead hung open throated.
Clotted-saint.
ornamental Cadaver.
Manslaughter!
Prometheus' disambiguator!
He is Hamlet's lung
Manslaughter!
I am the singer.
Manslaughter!
I wanna tell you about a girl.
Manslaughter!
He don't love nobody and nobody loves he.

This is a song called...
Interruption #1: The Beheading of St. John the Baptist  or Bring on the gut rot....

Well... 
Johnny walks into town... 
and he  is more handsome... 
and twice... 
as tall... 
as you!

You Were Busy Becoming Your Mama & I Was Busy Becoming All Washed Up!

You Were Busy Becoming Your Mama & I Was Busy Becoming All Washed Up!

We Could Rob A Fucking Bank Baby!

We Could Rob A Fucking Bank Baby!

One man's portable museum is another mans maussoleum...

One man's portable museum is another mans maussoleum...

Au Lecteur / To The Reader - Charles Baudelaire

Folly, depravity, greed, mortal sin
Invade our souls and rack our flesh; we feed
Our gentle guilt, gracious regrets, that breed
Like vermin glutting on foul beggars' skin.

Our sins are stubborn; our repentance, faint.
We take a handsome price for our confession,
Happy once more to wallow in transgression,
Thinking vile tears will cleanse us of all taint.

On evil's cushion poised, His Majesty,
Satan Thrice-Great, lulls our charmed soul, until
He turns to vapor what was once our will:
Rich ore, transmuted by his alchemy.

He holds the strings that move us, limb by limb!
We yield, enthralled, to things repugnant, base;
Each day, towards Hell, with slow, unhurried pace,
We sink, uncowed, through shadows, stinking, grim.

Like some lewd rake with his old worn-out whore,
Nibbling her suffering teats, we seize our sly
delight, that, like an orange—withered, dry—
We squeeze and press for juice that is no more.

Our brains teem with a race of Fiends, who frolic
thick as a million gut-worms; with each breath,
Our lungs drink deep, suck down a stream of Death—
Dim-lit—to low-moaned whimpers melancholic.

If poison, fire, blade, rape do not succeed
In sewing on that dull embroidery
Of our pathetic lives their artistry,
It's that our soul, alas, shrinks from the deed.

And yet, among the beasts and creatures all—
Panther, snake, scorpion, jackal, ape, hound, hawk—
Monsters that crawl, and shriek, and grunt, and squawk,
In our vice-filled menagerie's caterwaul,

One worse is there, fit to heap scorn upon—
More ugly, rank! Though noiseless, calm and still,
yet would he turn the earth to scraps and swill,
swallow it whole in one great, gaping yawn:

Ennui! That monster frail!—With eye wherein
A chance tear gleams, he dreams of gibbets, while
Smoking his hookah, with a dainty smile. . .
—You know him, reader,—hypocrite,—my twin!

There's A Dead Man In My Trunk... Or... Walter Benjamin, Your Decaying Feet Walk This City Every Night...

"There is no document of civilization,
which is not at the same time
a document of barbarism..."

Hoof & Antler get their stadium on for the Australian Ballet in Sydney...

Come and see the Australian Ballet's 'Trace'...
Choreography by Alice Topp...
Music by Hoof & Antler...

For more information:
http://www.australianballet.com.au/whats_on/event_detail?perfid=1801