Culture Slut

Leopard printed 20 year old introvert. Passionate about music, literature and art.

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Star, starcrazy Got a kicking transistor inside A heavy metal stutter that brains me And an electric love in her eyes

Starcrazy 

Suede 

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All they leave behind is money Paper made out of broken twisted trees Your pretty face offends Because it's something real that I can't touch Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower

Little Baby Nothing 

Manic Street Preachers 

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My Highlights of 2012

Saw Blur both in Wolverhampton and Hyde Park 

Saw Ocean Colour Scene perform live 

Traveled up to Liverpool to do a cheeky bit of Beatles tourism with my two best friends

Learnt how to play the guitar 

Left my teenage years behind 

got my second tattoo 

Learnt that I don't have to apologize for the person I am 

Celebrated 3 years of being with a wonderful boyfriend

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Song of the Day - 'London Calling' The Clash

This song will forever go down in the history of Punk music as it contains everything a Punk song should have. Raw energy, crackling vocals,a message of certain doom and the dismissal of society as 'phoney'.

 The beat of the drums in the intro tells you that this song is a warning; a prophecy of nuclear disaster with the wailing sirens. Joe Strummer's husky, masculine vocals almost explodes into his warning of impending doom as he tells us that the Utopian ideals of the 1960's is gone forever with his declaration that 'phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.' London Calling is THE anthem of the 1970s, summing up the fear of nuclear technology and the decay of society. It could almost be the accompanying soundtrack to the bleak 'protect and survive' instructional videos issued by the government. Strummer is preparing us for the battle, telling us that the dream is over and we have to 'come out of the cupboard' to face the apocalypse, he isn't scared of London drowning and he 'lives by the river'

The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in. Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin. A nuclear error, but I have no fear.London is drowning-and I live by the river

Following the second chorus, Strummer caws like a bird of prey circling the city. Such a raw sound of anger and expression before assuring us that we can't tell him anything he doesn't already know as he was there too.

London Calling is still cited today as a Punk classic (often being misinterpreted by many advertising agencies to encourage consumers to go to London) . The song gets pulses racing and as prophecies of doom go, this my favourite.

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Daydreams for Ginsberg

I lie on my back at midnight

hearing the marvelous strange chime

of the clocks, and know it's mid-

night and in that instant the whole

world swims into sight for me

in the form of beautiful swarm-

ing m u t t a worlds-

everything is happening, shining

Buhudda-lands, 

bhuti

blazing in faith, I know I'm

forever right & all's I got to

do (as I hear the ordinary

extant voices of ladies talking

in some kitchen at midnight

oilcloth cups of cocoa

cardore to mump the

rinnegain in his

darlin drain-) i will write

it, all the talk of the world

everywhere in this morning, leav-

ing open parentheses sections

for my own accompanying inner

thoughts-with roars of me

all brain-all world

roaring-vibrating-I put

it down, swiftly, 1,000 words

(of pages) compressed into one second

of time-I'll be long

robed & long gold haired in

the famous Greek afternoon

of some Greek City

Fame Immortal & they'll

have to find me where they find

the t h n u p f t of my

shroud bags flying

flag yagging Lucien

Midnight back in their

mouths-Gore Vidal'll

be amazed, annoyed-

my words'll be writ in gold

& preserved in libraries like

Finnegans Wake & Visions of Neal 

Jack Kerouac

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Song of the Day - 'Hip (Eponymous) Poor Boy' by Jack White

This track from Jack White's solo album 'Blunderbuss' has been on repeat on my iPod and in my brain all day. 

The message of the song is a classic (possibly autobiographical) southern tale, that the protagonist will always be known as the 'Poor Boy' despite all his achievements and successes as a musician. 

This country acoustic ballad with a pinch of attitude contains all the hallmarks of Jack White's talent, his vocals and guitar work perfected. Although I wouldn't describe it as the strongest song on the album, it is still perfectly catchy and a song that any musician wish they wrote.

 So I get into the game, but always keep it the same

And I'll be usin' your name, but they'll be yellin' at me "Poor boy, poor boy"

But I'll be happy for you, cause you got nothin' to do

And I'll be singin' the blues, walkin' around singin' "Poor boy, poor boy"