200troubledteenagers:

I danced to The Gun Club tonight in a busy venue and I’m pretty sure everyone saw my chonies.

hiroshimalated:

mrowsan:

I caught this amazing Gun Club gig as a teen at the Town & Country Club in London, Nov. ‘87, with Rowland S. Howard’s These Immortal Souls opening.  Jeffrey Lee Pierce looked all the world like Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  It nearly blew my head off.

fuck yeah fuck yeah!

hiroshimalated:

mrowsan:

I caught this amazing Gun Club gig as a teen at the Town & Country Club in London, Nov. ‘87, with Rowland S. Howard’s These Immortal Souls opening.  Jeffrey Lee Pierce looked all the world like Leatherface from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  It nearly blew my head off.

fuck yeah fuck yeah!

Well, she was wild

She would do anything

Crawl her head over backwards

Like it was 1963
She sleeps in garbage

Oh shit, should I be alone?

She’s got a simple case

Of what they call some kinda mental health
She went wild over across the sea

What everybody’s dreaming of

isThunderhead’s falling in love
Yeah, she was wild

She would go anywhereI took her to Egypt and India

Man, I took her everywhere
But now she sleeps in garbage

But shit, I be alone

She’s got a simple case

Of what they wanna call some strange kinda mental health
She went wild over across the sea

What everybody’s dreaming of isThunderhead’s falling in love?
But she was wildShe would go anywhereShe dived down over backwardsLike I never even knew that she was there
But now it was garbageShould I be alone?She’s got a simple caseOf what they call some kinda mental illness
She went wild over across the seasWhat everybody’s dreaming of isThunderhead’s falling in love
She, yeah, she was wildShe’d do anythingKisses fruit so nicelyLike I never ever seen
But now she sleeps in garbageBut should I be aloneShe’s got a simple caseOf what they call some kind of mental hell
She went wild over across the seasWhat everybody’s dreamin’ of isThunderhead’s falling in loveShe went wild over across the seasWhat everybody’s dreamin’ of isThunderhead’s falling in love
Yes, Thunderhead’s falling in loveYes, Thunderhead’s falling in loveYes, Thunderhead’s falling in love


John hardy.
Originally done by leadbelly.

Carry Home

JLP understood the very anatomy of blues. He picked it apart and put in back together more beautifully than it previously had ever known.

Come down to the willow garden
with me
come go with me
come go and see

Although I’ve howled across fields and my eyes
turned grey
are yours still the same?
are you still the same?

Carry Home
I have returned
through so many highways
and so many tears

Your letter never survived the heat of
my hand
my burning hand
my sweating hand

Your love never survived the heat of
my heart
my violent heart
in the dark

Carry Home
I have returned
through so many highways
and so many tears

Carry Home to where I am from
carry to the place that I have come
carry to the dust and flies behind me
carry to the cracks and caves on the face of me

Oh, but I didn’t change, I just had to work
Yeah, but I didn’t change, I just had to work
and now I’m home, and now I’m home
do you still want me?
Now, that I’m home

Come down to the willow garden with me
come go with me
come go and see

Bad America

lyrically and instrumentally one of my favorite songs ever written. Just plain genius.


Jeffrey Lee Pierces Tribute to the loneliness, heroin and the loneliness of heroin.

I thought I heard you
In my room last night
Lonely lemur calls
In my walls last night,

When I was all alone, in the palm drunken night
When I was all alone, bejeweled in the night

Pulsing we are hearts, but bleeding unlike diamonds
Tying off ourselves, but bleeding unlike diamonds,

And it’s bad,
But, it is Bad America
Under the western sky…

I looked up another thousand times
You colored my world violence
You made me warm when you hit me
With a nail in my arm,

I was all alone, I could have die there
I was all alone, and I did not care,

But, for a burning second, of red love in the dark
But, for my burning hands, grasping in the dark

And it’s bad,
But, it is Bad America
Under the western sky…

And there’s girl breath
Up and down my spine
But, that was a river ago
I knew you’d come in time,

I was all alone, though it was a sea ago
I was all alone, and where did you go,

And there’s vein-like children, on the waterfront
Smack-rotting faces, on the waterfront,

And it’s bad,
But, it is Bad America
Under the western sky…

It is Bad America
Well, alright…

vinyl-vice:

The Gun Club - Maimi

I’ve never seen this photo like this before. Pretty freakin awesome.

vinyl-vice:

The Gun Club - Maimi

I’ve never seen this photo like this before. Pretty freakin awesome.

HEY GUYS!!!! haven’t posted here in awhile. Don’t worry, now that I have no life again I will be updating this thing like nobody’s business.

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