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Golgotha Tenement Blues - Machines of Loving Grace - Soundtrack from The Crow I am sitting I am the park I am glow in the mother fucking dark I am shocked and I seethe I don't want to believe no more No more No more Golgotha tenement city of sores Give me your tired and your wicked Give me your dollar whores Down on the boulevard children are sold To pave the way For your streets of gold Streets of gold Lyrics caught on Internet... don't mind if something is wrong. And please, don't laught.

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You can't place faith in material things material things will fail you a hurricane triggered by a butterfly's wings your conspirators betray you Don't place faith in human beings human beings are unreliable things don't place faith in human beings human beings or butterfly's wings You can't place faith in a new regime that fascist faith will kill you a hurricane triggered by a butterfly's wings your conspirators betray you don't place faith in human beings human beings are unreliable things don't place faith in human beings human beings or butterfly wings there's something burning deep inside I know there's something inside this hole (tonight when I chase the dragon - By their fruits you shall know them) Don't place faith Don't place faith When I decide to live in the mind the heart dies mother superior in the sky the heart dies the heart dies Don't place faith in human beings human beings are unreliable things don't place faith in human beings human beings or butterfly wings

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Machines Loving Grace Perfect Tan Bikini Atoll Julie Hermelin My Part of the Thing 1994

Know your faults Know your friends Be prepared to take revenge Thought I feed it Keep it alive Watch it dissolve into slaughterhouse five Thought I could feed it sift the debris Heir to the throne of a suicide king -Bend like a reed in the wind- Violator diplomat They slip their fingers in Is it alive sift the debris Heir to the throne of a suicide king -Bend like a reed in the wind- The simple plots become confused The jaws are locked and we are immune From the horizon They slip their fingers in She smells like the future of money She smells like everything Simple plots become confused The jaws are locked and We are immune -- Album: Gilt

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Coffee cup Mabou Mines shooting up the power lines I don't know what's on my mind dreaming of a simpler time and if I should explode into gasping Mary please take me home to where the cross is rose coffee cup an open mind the weathermen are flying blind you seem to me the bleeding kind just dreaming of a simpler time if I should explode into gasping Mary please take me home to where the cross is rose

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Machines of Loving Grace -- Albert Speer We have faced despair and found a river there we have faced despair and found a river there we have sucked the fruit of disease and found that it tasted sweet like meat gone bad sleep warmly under columns of light sleep warmly under columns of light sleep warmly under columns of light sleep with the fishes tonight all alone in this recluse car became afraid of what we are and what we might not be in the land of the free land of the free land of the free land of the free land of the free smell the ripe overripe budding America a sweetfaced straightlaced pornographic actress that's her draw - no one can believe she'd appear in this smut her face smiling perfect through innocent teeth unaware of the debauchery beneath smiling innocent through perfect teeth unaware of the wolves running wild in her streets in the land of the free land of the free land of the free land of the free get em up get em down on their knees all praise to Allah who provides what we need a Swiss precision suicide machine Jesus Christ Soul on Ice sleep with the motherfucking fishes tonight

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A skirt here is cheaper than anywhere on the planet Cheaper than in Liberia Where you gotta pay to get the blood out Cheap, together in real time My television and my subconcious mind This is the third world, make it cheap and ugly Make it dirty, make it rust And then wait until they're ready Send me spinning into acts that look like sex That smell like sex, that feel like sex More real than sex, more real than love It's what you say by what you buy into It's what you say by what you buy into that obsesses me Turns me on, makes me cheap, fills me up Cheap, vibrations in my jaw The attention span of a popsong Freakshow full of freakshow cunning The worst crimes involve love or money The worst crimes involve love or money, love or money That's why I'm cheap (killed in my sleep) It's what you say by what you buy into It's what you say by what you buy into that obsesses me Turns me on, makes me cheap, fills me up Spectral influence of girls over tides It's in the way that you use your eyes It's in the way that your eyes talk to me, yeah It's what you say by what you buy into baby It's what you say by what you buy that interests me

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Lyrics i am city I am the park I am glow In the mother **** dark I am shocked and i seethe I don't want to believe no more no more No more Golgotha tenement city of sores Give me your tired and your wicked Give me your dollar whores Down on the boulevard The children are sold To pave the way For your streets of gold streets of gold No more I am the chosen one

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As sure as prisons are the models for the city I let my mind and my body imprison me and now a Versailles has risen up inside and I live in fear of the glide in fear of the glide and if the doors of perception were finally cleansed I could see your face again and my love for the world would be wild and pure if not for this goddamn limiter I pushed my limits to the sickening heights and I can feel my heartbeat pounding on the back of my eyes the drip of the faucet and the warmth of your thighs and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight the rubies and the pearls of the lovesick eye the martyr's moans and the lover's sighs your legs so sheer in the UV light and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight as sure as prisons are the models for the city I nurture my need for oil and electricity the bigger the need gets the more that the people want a piece of it and if the doors of perception were finally cleansed I could take my place again and my love for the world would be wild and pure if not for this goddamn limiter I pushed my limits to the sickening heights and I can feel my heartbeat pounding on the back of my eyes the drip of the faucet and the warmth of your thighs and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight the rubies and the pearls of the lovesick eye the martyr's moans and the lover's sighs your legs so sheer in the UV light and the limiter - still blinded by the candlelight Delight - I could see you there and Delight - I want to see you in me <b>...</b>

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We are slaves in our bedsheets Sunk to a new low Is there something inside? Something you hide? A chain of sores A chain of sores We all suffer the symptoms Of a subtle disease Is this something a toy For you to employ? Something left that a kiss Could not destroy Boil the water I really love the daughter She's a flower She's a scar We are safe in our bedsheets Sunk to a new low Boil the water A lamb led to the slaughter It's a flower It's a scar -- Album: Gilt

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I'm attracted by the fabric of waste Watching ourselves as our bodies decay And though some love remains I'm attracted by this waste Watching ourselves as our bodies decay Watching ourselves as our bodies Decay This is a tryst this is discipline The discipline of flowers always takes me in I'm attracted by the fabric of waste Watching ourselves as our bodies decay Angels bleed easy Angels breathe easy -- Album: Gilt

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Divine the killing Sublime terrorist, gentle gnasher We are alone, we are wired together Uptight in Terminal City Fucked up in Terminal City A Terminal City When I lower my stare Pure creature of electric air Becoming totally impared It's like sex without motion Fellow sleepers of the common dream The one injected by the ancient screen Fucked up in Terminal City Uptight in Terminal City Terminal City Recrush, toothbrush She wore a feline flower face He wanted to consume her, knew it was impossible The paper girls always drive into this place Uptight in Terminal City Wired... When I turn on When I tune in Will I drop out Will I drop out You awaken from the fairyland dream Your eyes have focused on the fan on the ceiling You realise your a part of the machine Just a part of the machine Uptight in Terminal City Fucked up in Terminal City A tired Terminal City Uptight and terminal

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Rite of Shive by Machines of Loving Grace from the 1991 album - This is the PIF Mix, I will upload the Shivaguru Mix and the Radio Edit later on.

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All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (atomic perspective of metal) In 1977 Ms. Zollo brought this wonderfully sardonic Richard Brautigan poem to my attention. It was decided that the poem 'All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace' would be read as the introduction to a piece I had written for the New York Space Ensemble aka: DUNE entitled Atomic Perspective of Metal. So when we were slated to do the Verna Gillis show on WBAI in 1977 we did just that and here it is presented to you as it was live that night in NYC. I think this poem has more relevance than ever so I made a little film to go with it in 2010. Brautigan is not talking about a utopia. I am surprised by how often people seem to think this would be a good thing. He is talking about Big Brother. Being watched over by "loving" machines or benevolent dictatorial governments or faith based neighborhood watch groups is a very bad thing I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually programming harmony like pure water touching clear sky. I like to think (right now, please!) of a cybernetic forest filled with pines and electronics where deer stroll peacefully past computers as if they were flowers with spinning blossoms. I like to think (it has to be!) of a cybernetic ecology where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature, returned to our mammal brothers and sisters, and all watched over by machines of loving grace.

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You sit around and you nurse your hive The richest junkie still alive And I won't die on my cross for you And I won't do that time for you It don't stop me Don't stop me Don't stop me Don't feel the same You sit around and you count your pearls The richest junkie in the world And over me you will not swarm The parasites keep your body warm It don't stop me Don't stop me Don't stop me Don't feel the same Don't stop feeding the freezing flame The wider the damage, the deeper the vein Supply and demand is the name of the game It don't feel the same Hopeless troops on the border Some of your sicker saints You sit around and you nurse your hive The richest junkie still alive

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You said everything revolves around a certain principle You said everything depends upon our understanding of the political My Cicciolina everything is physical Oh Cicciolina everything's political You're the butterfly goddess Floating down streams of love jetting sperm fountains Everyone wants to consume you Cicciolina Why should I be any different? My Cicciolina everything is physical My Cicciolina you fill me with a boa constrictor love Love like a fire, love like a flame But you eliminate, yes you eliminate There she goes again floating down those lovely streams of love Those lovely streams of... My Cicciolina everything is physical It's all political

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From the 1993 album, Concentration.

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I hope you enjoy this..it is as clean I as I can get.....ok....I could have deleted one image...but that is it....and it is an album cover under her real name...

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Whispered ravens stab rhythm and blues Kick off your flares and platform shoes And burn like brilliant trash at Jackie's funeral This machine has gone insane We're powered-up power slaves So we burn like brillliant trash at Jackie's funeral Burn, baby, burn White house rapist, soul disease Invested with godlike authority Light 'em up, do as you please And burn like brilliant trash (eternity) Where is now your American dream I saw him down on the street pimping Not for sale at any price Fisher king do what you like I supplied the molten lead in Jackie's lifelike dream I survived while Ruby died in Jackie's trashy fantasy And we burn and we burn and we burn and we burn Slippery angels gone astray Holy man can you say I pledge allegiance to this array of Insanity, destruction and decay Uzi merciless girl Where do you land, the man of this world We're stripped down to bleeding or dying Or scrawling on walls meaningless words Burn, baby, burn

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Couple of cd's by these guys, this being from the better one. I do not own the rights to this.

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Machines Of Loving Grace - Butterfly Wings (Sank Remix)

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This is a video montage that I created using found footage that has been extensively processed. The piece features a collection of poems by the late poet and author, Richard Brautigan and begins with a famous line from one of his poems-- "all watched over by machines of a loving grace".

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I am city I am the park I am glow in the motherfucking dark I am shocked and I seethe I don't want to believe no more No more No more Golgotha tenement city of sores Give me your tired and your wicked Give me your dollar whores Down on the boulevard children are sold To pave the way For your streets of gold Streets of gold No more (I am the Chosen One)

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HYPNO: the Mastodonian's first studio lo-fi, lo-def recording. Migs view on the computer age. Buzzsaw bass erupts and merges with the background electro static white noise of the universe. This viceral montage damns the way machines have taken over a world eager only for more toys, oblivious to the real cost to humanity. Did bankers and politicians really cause the credit crunch? Or are they merely slaves themselves, like the rest of us, to computer calculations? WAKE UP! IT WAS THE COMPUTERS WOT DID IT! The internet is indeed a net, a web, which is a metaphor with more than one meaning, u dig? Migs Mastodonians are cyber guerillas!.. It's an ill defined term with a well defined soundtrack.

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Please rate and comment. I know the video quality sux but I wanted the music to be the focal point. This is an acoustic cover of Machines of Loving Grace's X-insurrection from thier self titled album (1992)

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When I feel like I'm about out of hell I can feel my cage is shrinking I can see the light from a prison cell I can feel the world weeping Understand me, understand me Release -- acceleration When I feel like I'm about out of hell I can feel my cage is shrinking I can see your light from the prison cell I can feel the world weeping Understand me, understand me Release -- acceleration White light inside of me Acceleration all around Till it don't feel like I'm moving at all Till it don't feel like I'm moving at all Got caught raping an angel Got caught stealing fire out from the sky Got caught raping an angel Got caught, released, and I cried Release -- acceleration Into the arm the feelings are... Into the arm the feelings are down

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Machines Of Loving Grace - Golgotha Tenement Blues - Soundtrack - The Crow

Machines Of Loving Grace Golgotha Tenement Blues Soundtrack The Crow

Tantric sex magic fills a hole in my soul Tragic nymphonics got no place to go I pull the soul trigger, jaw chainsaw, goddess or believer (Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita) I do the rite of Shiva I'm sitting here petrified The car-crash collide, collapse, collide As I look into her liquid eyes Angels kill your appetite For little girls with expanded minds And I realised that I'd lost my lines When I looked into, into her eyes I pull the soul trigger, saw her face now I'm a believer (Roll in the grass with a green-eyed lolita) I do the rite of Shiva Headache under wiretap, daybreak's disdain Luxuriating politicos cry fox mothers gone insane With a dentist's drill and a diet pill Sugar for the junkie makes a mother kill Treacherous virgin, virtuous thief The hearts of machines all pound when you breathe

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Machines of Loving Grace are from Tuscon, AZ, so this is a nod to them. Beautiful song from long ago.

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Soft now- the lips that dragged me down Soft now- until I hit the ground The night is soft The light is soft And i don't want to wear this off- tonight Sleep alone- seems to me The virus bleeds Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now- Should have sensed the sulphur smell Soften the blow Finger to tongue tongue to finger Honey smear Finger to tongue tongue to finger Soften the blow -- Album: Gilt

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BRANDON LEE . Music from the film the Crow . I do not own the music nor the images. Uploaded for eduucation. Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statue that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use. LYRICS: I am city I am the park, I am glow in the mother fucking dark I am shocked and I seethe, I don't want to believe no more No more No more Golgotha tenement city of sores Give me your tired and your wicked Give me your dollar whores Down on the boulevard children are sold To pave the way For your streets of gold Streets of gold

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Machines of Loving Grace was an industrial rock band from Tucson, Arizona. Named for a Richard Brautigan poem, they formed in 1989. The original lineup consisted of Scott Benzel (vocals), Stuart Kupers (guitar and bass), and Mike Fisher (keyboards), with Brad Kemp (drums) added shortly thereafter. They recorded a demo and were picked up by Carrboro, North Carolina-based Mammoth Records in 1991. The band was unable to rerecord their material for their eponymous debut album, as the label released their demo as it was recorded. Two years later, the band released Concentration. It continued their signature sound, but was more refined in the combination of beat- and bass-heavy riffs, with hard edged guitar. With the release of two videos, the band was able to get national-level MTV airplay, and join in the industrial rock wave that was ushered in by Nine Inch Nails.

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Listening to Richard Brautigan. Created with TapeDeck (tapedeckapp.com)

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Enough searching to know that we've lost ourselves in our slot machines, shotguns, and stripmalls baby your technology so slick and functional and me without my nuclear arsenal And if I could kill without guilt or sin there'd soon be a few less record executives and if I could kill and recieve forgiveness there'd sure as hell be one less president there's got to be a pill for forgiveness there's got to be a trigger for happiness Automatic sensory remote control weather satellites manipulate your soul efficiently without a modicum of grace I want to go out with a smile on my face

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a new Amorphous Androgynous song improvised and played HERE for the VERY first time by the band in rehearsals 2010

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Most people want to watch you bleed But I fall somewhere in between Most people like to feed off each other But I'm just looking for an animal lover And animal mass shall be the whole of the law An animal's will is an animal's claws An animal's will is an animal's claws Most people hide the ways of sin But we know what goes on within Most people like to trip But we stayed awake for the city slip The breeze and the city's gone to seed Open sores- you know are going to bleed -- Album: Gilt

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Richard Brautigan reading his poem All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace. Taken from the Adam Curtis series of the same name.

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Thearchetype.org/ #124 659 Auburn Ave STUDIOPLEX, ATL GA 30312/ 770.670.8115 Ar.che.type Presents: Hailey Lowe: Machines of Loving Grace *Reception January 21, 2011* On display January 21-23 Hailey Lowe presents her most current investigation into the seen and unseen boundaries of our cultural landscape in Machines of Loving Grace. Lowe's examination pursues the pervasive and subversive uses of technology, as it readily improves our cultural experience and simultaneously encroaches on nature. She brings these elements together in a direct conversation with one another- a meeting/standoff as to who will become extinct? Lowe poses these questions and asks us to participate in the forming of morality, as to what or who will survive. Machines of Loving Grace investigates the breakdown between natural and man-made confines. These man-made boundaries include the implied and physical walls we build, as a culture, society, and individuals. "What makes something worth hiding, limiting, worth building walls for?"-Lowe. These walls, over time, often become irrelevant, erased and withered. Lowe uses time as a medium, to show the transient within the absolute convictions of censorship. What was once absolute becomes superseded. Lowe requires the viewer to participate in this cultural experiment, without posing any predetermined outcomes. ---Christopher Hutchinson

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A video that I put together using standard eight millimeter film and HD footage.

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