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So Why So Sad
Everything Must Go - 10th Anniversary Edition
She is suffering
Tsunami
Australia
Glasnost
From despair to where
Foggy eyes
Faster
Epicentre
A design for life
Life becoming a landslide EP
White piped lie
White House
Wear the scars
Wanna die and have never worked
Twin towers
Tsunami
To repel ghosts
To be or not to be
The only free choice is refusal to pay
The girl who wanted to be God
The everlasting
The ballad of the Bangkok Novotel
Spectators of suicide
Small black flowers that grow in the sky
Solitude sometimes is
Shining Path
Ready For Drowning
Forever Delayed - The Greatest Hits
Louder Than War
Everything Live
Forever Delayed - The Greatest Hits
Parliaments a fake life saver / You better wake up and smell the real flavour
Kevin Carter
A Vision Of Dead Desire
Of walking abortion
Montana/Autumn/78
Mensa
Measuring out life in coffee spoons
Lipstick Traces - a secret history of Manic Street Preachers
Libraries gave us power
Litany
Leviathan
La tristesse durera
Ballad of the Bangkok Novotel
Kensington Palace
Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart
I listen to money singing / It's like looking down from long french windows / On a provincial town / The slums, the canals, the church / Ornate and mad / In the evening sun it is intensely sad
Hartheim Castle
Groundhog days
Gaultier
Things have gone wrong too many times
Enola
Dionysus against the crucified
Dante's Inferno
Cherry blossom tree
Carlito's Way
Brutal, nasty, this life is short
Brighton Hotel rock
Ballad of the bangkok novotel
Arbeit macht frei
Anxiety is freedom
Another invented disease
A vision of dead desire
A song for departure
A slave begins by demanding justice and ends by wanting to wear a crown
Young guys, young girls. talent wanted for getting out of this and playing. no special qualifications. whether you're beautiful or you're bright. history could be on your side.
You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd.
You said that you wanted to put us upon a reservation, to build us houses and make us medicine lodges. I was born where there were no enclosures and everything drew a free breath. I want to die there and not within walls.
Work is only justified by leisure time. To admit the emptiness of leisure time is to admit the impossibility of life.
Words themselves - the very material of our discourse increasingly take on masks or disguises.
Who seeks another kingdom beyond the common sky.
When will return the glory of your prime? No more. - Oh, never more!
When I was a kid I used to get fun out of my horrors.
We have just enough religion to make us hate but not enough to make us love one another.
We do not take pictures with our cameras. We make them with our hearts, we make them with our minds.
Twentieth century architects should be building adventures.
To betray you must first belong.
Things do not change - we change.
Then came human beings, they wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.
The sadness will never go away.
The party is not concerned with perpetuating itself. Who wields power is not important, providing that the hierarchical structure remains always the same.
The male chromosome is an incomplete female chromosome. In other words the male is a walking abortion; aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them. Your face approaching ever so friendly is the white flag they ignore. There is no truce with the furies. A mirrorâ€
The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.
The creation continues incessantly through the media of man. But man does not create... he discovers. Those who look for the laws of nature as a support for their new works collaborate with the creator. Copiers do not collaborate because of this, original
The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.
Sit down and bargain / all you, like grizzled old foxes / we'll wall you up in a splendid palace /with food, wine, good beds and a good fire / provided that you discuss, negotiate / for our and your children's lives /may all the wisdom of the universe
Rock and roll adolescents storm into the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face. They open zoo's, insane asylums, prisons, burst water mains with air hammers, chop the floor out of passenger plane lavatori
Regard all art critics as useless and dangerous.
Provocation is my oxygen.
Progress is a comfortable disease.
Painting is self discovery - every good artist paints what he is.
Our life is frittered away by detail - Simplify, simplify.
Once, i remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed. alas the gospel has gone by! suppose damnation were eternal! then a man who would mutilate himself is well damned, isn't he?
O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it. I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortun
Nixon's the one!
A Design for Life
Watership Down
Der Untergang
A Tree grows in Brooklyn
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
Tommy
Stardust Memories
Rumble Fish
Rude Boy
Repulsion
Quadrophenia
One flew over the Cuckoo's Nest
Naked Lunch
Mishima: a life in four chapters
Meantime
Lost in translation
The last temptation of Christ
Kafka
My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.
Modern capitalism, organising the reduction of all social life to a spectacle, cannot offer any other spectacle than that of our own alienation.
Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.
Life is a burden to me, nothing gives me any pleasure. I only find sadness in everything around me. It is very difficult because the ways of those with whom I live, and probably always shall live, are as different from mine as moonlight is from sunlight.
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.
Life begins on the other side of despair.
La culture est l'inversion de la vie.
It was Christianity which first painted the devil on the worlds wall; It was Christianity which first brought sin into the world. Belief in the cure which it offered has now been shaken to its deepest roots; but belief in the sickness which it taught and
It is easy to shield the outer body from poisoned arrows, but it is impossible to shield the mind from the poisoned darts that originate within itself. Greed, anger, foolishness and the infatuations of egoism - these four poisoned darts originate within t
If you go into exile you lose your place in the world.
I saw some piglets suckling their dead mother. After a short while they shuddered and went away. They had sensed that she could no longer see them and that she wasn't like them any more. What they loved in their mother wasn't her body, but whatever it
I really cannot carry on living with all that stuff inside of me.
I listen to money singing, it's like looking down from long French windows at a provincial town. The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad…
I am immune from sanity or insanity – I am an empty present box all unwrapped for someone else's disposal. I am a throw away egg-shell with no life inside me - for I am not touchable but a slave to nothingness.
I also had nightmares. somehow all the feelings i didn't feel when each thing had actually happened to me i did feel when i slept.
Friendship is little. Life is short.
First use six or eight thickness' of Kleenex pulled on at time from the slot in the box... then fit them over the doorknob and open the bathroom door. Please leave the bathroom door open so there will be no need to touch anything when you leave.
False Media - We don't need it do we.
Elvis was a hero to most, but never meant shit to me… most of my heroes ain't appeared on no stamp.
Deprive man of his life lie and you rob him of his happiness.
Call no man happy until he's dead.
But like chaos - stopless - cool - without a chance or spar or even a report of land to justify despair.
Before us stands yesterday.
Be regular and ordinary in your life, like a bourgeois, that you may be violent and original in your work.
Be a man. Be someone. Kill someone. Be a man. Kill yourself.
As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.
Anyone not coming to be a dead one before coming to be an old one comes to be an old one and comes then to be a dead one as any old one comes to be a dead one.
All our knowledge – past, present and future – is nothing compared to what we will never know.
You're blind baby, you're blind baby, You're blind baby / you're blind from the facts
The eye / it cannot choose but see
Intimacy
I Shot Andy Warhol
Gattaca
Fight Club
Revolution, revolution, revolution
Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down the track / Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black / Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white / Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight / Stopping in the country in the wide open air
London, England, consider yourselves warned!
In all the decisions i have made in my public life, I have always tried to do what was best for the nation / I have never been a quitter
I wonder who you think you are / You damn well think you're God or something / God give life, God taketh it away, not you / I think you are the Devil itself
A life / Our life / Always together, forever / Drawing strength from one another / Two beds, two heads, one mind / locked in / locked up / creating / stories / inventing life / you and me / you are me / I want to find a part of me / that doesn't belong to
A house is a machine for living in
I knew that someday I was gonna die / And I knew before I died Two things would happen to me / That number one I would regret my entire life / And number two I would want to live my life over again
I eat too much to die, And not enough to stay alive / I'm sitting in the middle waiting
[sample you love us heavenly version]
Extension du domaine de la lutte
Days of Wine and Roses
Carrie
Brazil
Being There
Aguirre, der Zorn Gottes
Tennessee Williams
Oscar Wilde
William Wharton
Socrates
Alan Sillitoe
Arthur Schopenhauer
Jean-Paul Sartre
Jerome David Salinger
Rainer Maria Rilke
Marcel Proust
Sylvia Plath
Friedrich Nietzsche
André Malraux
Søren Kierkegaard
Franz Kafka
Lewis Jones
Michel Houellebecq
Susan Eloise Hinton
William Golding
Michel Foucault
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Jacques Derrida
Osamu Dazai
Aleister Crowley
Hart Crane
Everything must go
Gold against the Soul
Abraham Zapruder
Peter Sutcliffe
Superman
Paul Smith
Shaun Ryder
The Rolling Stones
Luke Rhinehart
J Alfred Prufrock
Elvis Presley
George Orwell
Richard Nixon
Steven Patrick Morrissey
Marilyn Monroe
Henry Miller
Disclaimer
Askew Road
Are Mothers Saints?
Archives of Pain
Matthew Maynard
Johnny Marr
Norman Mailer
John Lennon
Klaus Kinski
Theodore John Kaczynski
Colin Ireland
Adolf Hitler
Werner Herzog
Ernesto
Dionysus
Daniel
Madonna Ciccione
37°2 le Matin
William Blake
Jean Baudrillard
Theodor Wiesengrund Adorno
A Design for Life
4st7lb
Youth: Scenes from Provincial Life II
The World as Will and Representation
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
We
Waiting for Godot
The Virgin Suicides
Under the Volcano: a novel
Trainspotting
Thus spoke Zarathustra: A book for all and none
Thirst for Love
A Streetcar named Desire
The Stranger
The Sopranos: a novel
The Silent Twins
The Setting Sun
Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
The Runaway Soul
The Room
The Rebel, an Essay on Man in Revolt
The Pursuit of Loneliness: American Culture at the Breaking Point
Prozac Nation - Young and Depressed in America: A Memoir
Pride
Prick up your Ears: the Biography of Joe Orton
The Plague
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Paradise Lost
On the Road
On the Genealogy of Morals
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Novel with Cocaine
Notes from the Underground
No Longer Human
Naomi
Naked Lunch
The myth of Sisyphus and other essays
Mystery Train: Images of America in Rock 'N' Roll Music
Miracle of the Rose
The Metamorphosis
The Merthyr Rising
Mercy: A Novel
Man's Fate
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner
Lolita
Knots
Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev
Ian Brady
Napoleon Bonaparte
1985
Keep the Aspidistra flying
Junky
Jonathan Livingston Seagull: A Story
Island
Invisible Man
In Search of Lost Time
The Handmaid's Tale
The Glass Menagerie
Glamorama
The Fire Next Time
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream
Travis Bickle
Idi Amin
Endgame
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
Either/Or
Desolation Angels
Crosstown Traffic: Jimi Hendrix and the Post-War Rock 'N' Roll Revolution
Crime and Punishment
Crash
Couplings
The Communist Manifesto
The Collected Poems
Collected Poems
A Clockwork Orange
The Catcher in the Rye
Catch 22
Borstal Boy
The Bonfire of the Vanities
Blood Posse
The Bang-Bang Club: Snapshots from a hidden war
The Atrocity Exhibition
37°2 le matin
Atomized
Beverly Allit
Dante Alighieri
Be Natural
Black Dog On My Shoulder
Black Garden
Born to End
Buildings for Dead People
Condemned To Rock 'N' Roll
Die In The Summertime
Dying Breeds
His Last Painting
I Live To Fall Asleep
Imperial Body Bags
Intravenous Agnostic
La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh)
Last Exit on Yesterday
Leviathan
Life Becoming a Landslide
Little Baby Nothing
Love letter to the Future
Love Torn Us Under
Masking Tape
Mausoleum
Miss Europa Disco Dancer
Montana/Autumn/78
Motorcycle Emptiness
Natwest-Barclays-Midlands-Lloyds
No-One Knows What It's Like To Be Me
Ocean Spray
Of Walking Abortion
Leaving the 20th century
P.C.P.
Penny Royalty
Picturesque
R.P. McMurphy
Royal Correspondent
So Dead
Solitude sometimes is
Spectators of suicide
Spectators of Suicide (Heavenly version)
Strip It Down
The Everlasting
Theme from M*A*S*H (Suicide is Painless)
UK Channel Boredom
US Against You
You Love Us (Heavenly)
You Love Us
You're Tender And You're Tired
The Love of Richard Nixon

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