Now, you may ask why there's a picture of a squirrel accompanying this article. Well, mostly because it's cute but also mostly because I was too lazy to photoshop something. I wanted to compile this list.
As I said before, I love making lists and apparently my brain is keen on combining songs in one way or another. Just now, I heard a rock song that can easily stand it's ground on a dancefloor and my internal jukebox started throwing more and more of these songs into my consciousness. So I made a lists of beats driven rock songs or the other way around. After all, it's Saturday and some people out there want to dance.
Now, you may ask why there's a picture of a squirrel accompanying this article. Well, mostly because it's cute but also mostly because I was too lazy to photoshop something. I wanted to compile this list.
If anything, this song by American shoegazers Crash City Saints is the culprit for this list. Just listen to it, it will drag you to the dancefloor immediately and keep you occupied there for the whole seven minutes. I can recommend the entire album by the way. Read my review here.
Then this classic came up and the idea for a new fifteen songs list was born. Millions of people have been shaking their asses off to Pulp's 'Disco 2000' and with a good reason too.
Undoubtedly, this one needs to be in here, even though Bloodhound Gang have way better songs than 'Bad Touch'. Still, boom boom boom boom and lyrics about copulation, who doesn't love that.
Dutch progressive instrumentalists Kong have been exploring the combination of electronics and rock music for years, quite often coming up with awesome and unique tunes like this one. No wonder this is my all time favorite band.
One of the most hated albums in the metal scene, Morbid Angel's 'Illud Divinum Insanus' (2011) has been destroyed in reviews far and wide. The fans couldn't stand the electronic beats but to be quite honest, this tune is an industrial stomper.
And thus we hop into the world of industrial rock where we find this legendary creep. Rob Zombie has never been weary of electronic and once in a while that turns into something awesome.
German industrialists KMFDM have been throwing guitars into the stomping EMB sound for years. This single was released back in May and you can still bang your head and dance at the same time.
Ok, let's go away from the heavy industrial beats for a while and concentrate back on disco. In that aspect, this cheesy tunes by legendary rockers Kiss definitely earns a place on this list.
Speaking about disco beats, let's throw in another absolute classic. 'Another One Bites the Dust' still fills dancefloors at wedding receptions to this day. Apparently, it was Michael Jackson who convinced Queen to release this song as a single.
Finnish band Waltari frequently combines alternative metal, progressive metal, death metal, hard rock, heavy metal, hip hop, industrial, pop, punk, symphonic metal, techno and thrash metal. Just to give you an idea...
Darkwave duo The KVB definitely needs to be on this list. This might be the slowest of all songs mentioned here but it drives on an immersive eighties beat and features delightful shoegaze guitars.
Ok, this might be cheating a bit but to be fairly honest, 've seen Praga Khan and Lords Of Acid live and both of Maurice Engelen's project rock harder than many rock bands out there.
This Rod Stewart cover by legendary weirdos Revolting Cocks is a strange, creepy little tune but then again, we're all dark and creepy...
From the same era and equally legendary as the one above,The Residents' smash hit Kaw-Liga still fills the dark dancefloors. The group is noted for surrealistic lyrics and sound, disregard for conventional music composition, and the over-the-top theatrical spectacle of their live performances.
And we end with another brutal industrial stomper, courtesy of Atari Teenage Riot. They too have been combining guitars and electronic for years and they too can still easily slash the competition.
Article by Wagner Hertzog
Intelligent men do exist. And we can see who they really are through their attitudes and the postures they adopt in everything that concerns life. Next, look at five qualities that shape the character and personality of intelligent men.
They don’t give personal opinions, unless they have been requested
The world is full of people who do not stop talking, at all times, on a great diversity of subjects. Nevertheless, intelligent men, even if they are scholars, and indeed know many things about an enormous multiplicity of subjects, do not pass on their opinions to everyone. They are thoughtful and discreet, and seek to express interest in people, rather than requiring attention, which is the custom of the vast majority. A fundamental characteristic of intelligent men is that they are much more likely to listen than to speak.
They are profoundly analytical; do not get carried away by appearances
The world is full of superficial people who don’t know how to see human beings for what they really are, but only for what they seem to be. Analyzing and trying to understand a person as a whole is a skill that very few people have. For example, we should never make the mistake of reprimanding a person for a fault, or a supposed inefficiency on their part. Maybe the person in question is suffering from health problems we don’t know about. What if the individual has invisible deficiencies, such as narcolepsy, chronic fatigue, bipolar disorder, anxiety, or some other dysfunctions that you've never heard of, and which seriously compromises his/ her ability to perform day-to-day tasks, even if it’s simple tasks? Smart men are fully aware that what we don’t see in a person maybe – and probably is – more important than what we see. And, as a matter of fact, we simply never know people very well. Unlike ordinary people, who are completely guided by appearances, intelligent men see life through a more sensitive and profound view. In this way, they evaluate people from an infinitely broader and more expansive perspective, which also explains why they are always much more willing to help than to judge.
They are never arrogant
Whether wise or knowing many things, intelligent men are well aware that their merits and their qualities have value only for themselves. Therefore, it would be a great folly and a terrible recklessness to brag about things like knowledge, career, or privileges. Intelligence recognizes humility as the noblest of qualities, so, the smarter a person is, the more humble inclinations he/she will have.
Smart men are realistic
One of the most prevalent characteristics of smart men is the fact that they are realistic. They are neither categorical optimists nor cynical pessimists. They evaluate the possibilities, never put obstacles where they don’t exist, don’t make excuses for not doing a certain task and don’t waste opportunities. But they also don’t think that everything is going to work, and they don’t waste time on unrealistic goals. They like to save time, and, above all, guided by the lucidity of their enlightened and adaptable personalities, prefer practical results to lethargic and drawn-out meetings, and more dynamic and functional activities.
Smart men are not radical
Defending a position or an ideology, whether it will be a political or religious one, or maybe something related to any other sphere of activity, is something common to all human beings. Nevertheless, intelligent men are remarkably thoughtful and reasonable, and don’t have any problems in recognizing when they are wrong. They like to learn, they see the importance of enlarging their personal horizons, and they never insist on a specific posture, especially when it is proven wrong. Always willing to re-evaluate their prospects, beliefs, and positions in the most diverse spheres of life, doesn’t matter if it is political, professional or personal, intelligent men do not cling to a cold and radical worldview, and don’t act like annoyed or arrogant teenagers when someone defies, denies or challenges their values. They don’t need to be persuaded that they are wrong, for they readily acknowledge this when they are, and do not stand, by insistence or pride, in the persistence of an error.
Of course, there are more qualities and characteristics that associate rightness of conduct with intelligence. Nevertheless, this kind of study is as fascinating as it is complex, and it is not exclusively associated with intelligence, although this is preponderant for innumerable factors involving behavior, personal values, and characteristics of character and personality.
Article by Wagner Hertzog
In the current state of affairs, there is no denial that the North Korean threat poses as a major problem to world peace. The constant menacing from Pyongyang to Washington now goes steadily beyond innocent or vague provocations. Recently, the North Korean communist regime has threatened to bomb the American Outpost of Guam, in the Pacific Ocean. As the words between heads of state gets more and more aggressive, current president Donald J. Trump is alert, and seemingly ready to take the hardest measures to protect the integrity of the American territory, U.S. citizens and the allied nations of South Korea and Japan, as they will be in the line of fire if a war is deflagrated.
Japan recently has been preparing to deal with the possibility of a sudden attack. In some Japanese cities, there has been systematic training of civilians, that teaches them how to react in the verge of a war; they have been receiving systematic training specially for chemical or biological weapons. Due to proximity with North Korea, South Korea and Japan have to take the strongest measures to ensure the safety of the civilian population in the best way possible. South Korea, although having a formidable army, is not less fearful of an imminent war. In tension times like these they remember that the Korean War never actually ended; they live solely on the deal of an armistice, since a formal peace treaty was never signed. And, although there are plans to reunite the two countries, to live altogether as a single nation, there is no agreement upon how this fact could be accomplished, since no side will just allow the other to take over its territory. Both Koreas claim the legitimacy to rule over the entire peninsula, which was divided in two incompatible nations by the Soviet Union and the United States in 1945, after the Second World War. Then a territory controlled by Japan, the country lost its claim over the Korean Peninsula after being defeated by the Allies.
Xi Jinping, the president of China, is apparently trying to act as a mediator of the conflict. Willing to do everything to ensure peaceful negotiations, his priority is not to compromise China’s neutrality in the process, since North Korea is a long-standing commercial partner. This stance, however, has severely compromised a more solid solution to the problem, since Beijing seems always reluctant to be firm and resolute with Pyongyang. Nevertheless, recently China supported ONU’s unrestrictive economic sanctions against North Korea, which enraged Pyongyang. Unfortunately, the slow pace China has been taking to contribute to a possible resolution to the escalating military tension between the two countries has been infuriating president Donald Trump, that seems tempted to put China completely out of the equation. A pragmatic individual, the kind that wants problems solved, Donald Trump gets severely impatient with the China’s week assertions, appearing to be fearful of reprimanding Pyongyang with severity.
Evidently, this is a problem that will require strong characters fully committed to find a plausible and – preferentially – quiet and discreet solution. War must be the last resource ever; only if no other alternatives can be created, then a conflict could be speculated. But what can we do in what concerns Kim Jong-un, a man that seems to be, at the best possible evaluation, an egocentric, maniacal, nefarious, hostile and rude dictator?
While the tensions ardently escalates, and we sincerely hope that the nations involved doesn’t need to resort to warfare to solve their differences, this prospect is in no way realistic: Kim Jong-un is an insane dictator, that – against all international cooperation agreements – keeps fabricating, stocking and testing atomic weapons in his country, and constantly exhibiting his nuclear power for the rest of the world to see. Who can hold back this mad tyrant, besides the United States? If Kim Jong-un decides to invade a neighboring country – and, in this case, South Korea would be the best guess –, and meets little to no resistance, nor a sign of disapproving from other countries, the North Korean sovereign could proceed for as long as he wants. It is insanely urgent that someone detains him, and contains his belligerent and expansionist ideals. Indirectly and subtlety intimidating the neighboring countries, North Korea is discreetly emerging from its warfare game, seeing which are the ones they can provoke, and which are the ones they have to be most cautious. An evidently militarist country, with one of the largest armies in the world, certainly, with all these political, diplomatic and military provocations, the resulting tensions would generate the perfect atmosphere for conflict. Now, we depend once more on the United States to detain the tyrant, deprive him of his dangerous weapons, and restrict him to his feudalistic territory.
A prose poem by Wagner Hertzog
Astute levels of intriguing thoughts. What these cities of dust and glory and happiness will do to please me? The strength of this life is so destructive and agonizing. And yet, these cities made from the pure concrete of the heart of its passionate surroundings; I can contemplate completely alone its revenues and mountains of everlasting dreams, full of richness, children and impoverished debauchery! What would be the real meaning of my treachery?
The strength of this life never meant to be an aggressive one. This ungifted life, I think, always wanted for a higher and intelligent explanation. The permanent exhaustion, the greatest infatuation of these invisible cities lost in the hearts of stone of men: a contradictory convoluted deception, painstaking and useless. I am the falcon, the plane and the eagle that will always be surrounded by the mystery of a dignifying shadow. Sometimes I can see. Sometimes these crying skies are so deeply elusive, that I can perfectly understand the moral tenderness upon which they become valuable.
In a world of dense opinions, the prospect of understanding is irregularly distributed. No one beyond the measures of pain can relate to this dense, surreal red tinted sky of original thoughts and pervasiveness. As the world drowns in a sea of spiraling sickness, I can only recall the fact that I'm not there. Maybe, I will never be there.
Sometimes I see the pain. Sometimes this sordid existence was never meant to be.
Too much descriptive hallucinations. A planetary loneliness that will never comprehend sickness as a realistic memorandum of existence.
Back to the sky of relief, the divinity lost in the surreal city of a restless nothingness. And there is nothing I can do about it. It's too much hate. But nobody seems to care about these fallacies. Neither do I. But I will never proclaim how hard it is to be me in this delusional world of demented incapacitations.
The poetic hardline of uncovering projects of doomed exasperations. This circle of malevolent intentions inflicts loneliness over desperate souls. But human beings, doomed by their inherently malignant nature, will fall over the vicinities of their own evil.
What can I do when all these days of afflictive turmoil begin? There is no denial when the subject is the captivating accuracy of stubbornness. For me to be as ponderable as the sky, serenity has to be something impossible to get.
I do not feel hostility. It is almost impossible to believe in the midnight flights of our dreams, when they represent too much infuriated intricacy. The varied nature of these prospects, when we shall learn from them, without giving up? Even against the enemies of these invisible cities, my soul sees the crystalizing desire of events yet to be concluded.
A very painful life is administered in the ghostly revenues of a happiness that is no longer consistent. Since I have no desire at all to be submitted to my own legitimate, but precarious inhumane abilities, those dreadful moments of divinity will never comprehend the absurdity of reality, for the goal of interior peace.
A very original sense of audacity built wind cities inside my heart. A very disciplined gratification that seeks life as a formidable gift of comfort and consideration. Gives to my mind the reconciliation of an empty city that is perpetually lost in a sea of impeccable trust.
If the planetary serenity that seeks the convergence of its own redemption really finds the path towards the illusive senses of its mundane sensibilities, maybe this vast and selected ocean of human beings that wander all around this fortunate line of events can finally sense the remorse of their own emptiness and truculence. Without the barbarous attestation of worthlessness that they exhaustively search for so vehemently.
After days of insanity, how can I say that everything will be over? The human soul may be stagnant, but the anxious desire for relief gets stronger. The unforgiving grace of our existence will never depend on the probabilities. Our entire life seems so unbearable; life seems to be vacant in an endless road of pain and restlessness.
Apprehension is what primarily makes me discover daily the wonderful vicissitudes of life, in an almost agonizing emotional journey. But to describe the colors passing by the window of life – at least partially – will make me get rid of hostile and stupid people.
It can be extremely difficult having to endure the spiritually hateful idiosyncrasies that the whole world wants to suppress. Yet this light, despised by virtually everybody, relies on the strength of something that never was, never is, and never will be.
A prose poem by Wagner Hertzog
Those years were a sea of marvelous cold, but how could I known life would be such an everlasting treachery? Those years were practically as diverse as the sky of tormented and engulfed sentiments, although life for sure is downplayed for a lot of reasons. But maybe the beauty of these challenges relates to the fact that this interior war will simply never go unnoticed. And my time will never fade away.
Winter days seems so wonderfully preordained when you have no sadness in your soul. Permanent sadness is the relief for these gray days of apathy, though the thoughts prompted by this soft existence always remind me that life has a meaning.
No life is spared in these volcano cities of beautiful lies. No life was left beyond these unmerciful enigmas of charming omnipotence gracefully healed by smiles under the sun.
We all know we have to live separately, but the absurdity of the crimes we haven’t committed seems to be over every day; when the additional selfless cry of a building unfolding over the centuries of mourning relentlessly establish a level of satisfaction we haven’t seen, the deleterious grace of existence becomes abnormal.
Tired and gone and left for good, we pass by the ghostly cathedral of a madness we cannot figure it out. All that we can find here are endless benevolence restrained over a sadness no one will ever believe. But the great news about it mainly maintains for a while the ephemeral sensation that those angry days are gone for good now. No good reason, but all that I have left was a Mediterranean skull over a clock.
The stream of people mercilessly crying an agonizing comprehension totally worthless of the destruction of their minds would make me a rude person. Cruelty sold for mostly fake abusive answers are no longer what I expect. I have been watching something real, I have been expecting some empty streets in the dark waves of my emotional cities. To my instinct of self-preservation, razor blades and brilliant skylights and empty houses no longer fall from my inveterate insanity centers.
Streets in the moon in my eyes are seeking for relief and I breathe while seeing and mourning daily because I appreciate the spectacle of human life. All the things I know, only if I could see life as a beautiful accomplishment. I'm always astonished to see the unbearable things I want to see.
Standardized to nothing, a huge and great ocean of hostility. Sometimes my surreal void of meaningful despair and disturbances gets down. Tonight this empty space will hardly seek any form of vengeance. No, I’m not into this form of life to see a wonderful and exclusive ordeal of stupidity.
Writing the day away, life sometimes will be forbidden to coexist with evolutionary patterns. Sometimes I wonder, when I write the day away, about the worst and most relentless sickness. This is the end of a very difficult and exponentially exhaustive personal darkness falling over a hard truth, night and day.
Dark days are infrequent, but for all the stars that manage to get above the sea of youth and wisdom, slavery, prejudice and noises of shadows, even after several years, will be over when all the loud and disdainful parameters of equality – a truthful prelude to chaos – fade away definitively.
If I can go to faraway places, I wonder what certainties will be healed for the easiest path. This constant state of impatience searches so prematurely for dark days; nobody knows what this battle of empty shadows will do to the essence of our souls, but I can always wonder. In the end, especially in the winter days, life will always be downplayed. And all of you, merciful people, will carry on the streets of misery the unforgettable scream of men that shall never live.
Today the earth is black. Thoughts of miraculous falls makes tomorrow so much better (and less malevolent). The longer nights will never be that easy. But, in the end, I know, I will always have the mysteriously deep black rain falling over me.
A prose poem by Wagner Hertzog
Filled the captivating tone of your voice, the depressed glory of empty years will waste away like the unforeseeable days of deceptive agony that provokes smiles in the precious injury of your personal sky of omnipotent benevolence.
With a depressed sense of unforgivable guilt, all spiritual significance will pass by your eyes in gray days of static perceptions of predictability. Those days are beyond any predisposed form of sadistic hostility. Days in darkness do not glorify the sickness of an absolute exasperation determined to portray the victories for years to come. I know I will not be spared from the darkness to come. Should I?
Now I remember:
So many sick days, so many days are excruciatingly disdainful, and yet, the horror of choice seems to be immaculate. Days do not live like this unless they are
prematurely dead. But I can’t speak for myself, unless I feel deeply moved by the sincere words of a universe yet to be designed.
But this constant state of things does not spare me from the times to come: always apprehensive, always undermined, sometimes it seems like I'm always downwards,
I'm constantly being trapped in this obscurely dark and static pattern of doomed saturation.
This constant abysses lying in complete darkness recedes the state of desperation relegated to the world, always stuck at the drowsiness of an everlasting desolation.
What can I do when shattering oppressive darkness overcomes the opportunities of sincerity? This old moon never seems to get me back. Life is always driven in the edge of the blade. Life is always dangerous, always deadly, always black, always dying within and around you.
To be free from all these incessant days, and its infinite grains of benevolence. To rest eternally in a perpetual circle of sleep is what I can do gradually, as I learn to assimilate the maleficence of my long sleep hours under a tree of dreams. In these moments of intervening, life always seems so destructive. Why I can’t rest properly in this world of mine, created entirely by myself?
I should be sincere: tonight I feel very old. Tonight I feel the years that passed me by. Tonight I feel very old. Tonight I feel all the weight of the years on my shoulders. All these years have been set upon my face and all this darkness all around the world remembers the eternal day of devastation that will drown below my window, below the dangerous darkness of my window, full of it's shadows and criminals and the city landscape that pulverizes my mind and the emptiness of a mortifying agony pointing fingers at me virtually accusing the years of passing by; articulated cosmogonies doesn't go away. I'm alone and all these years are so filled with anguish. The years keep passing by.
The years keep passing by as I get old. And I'm getting old. So very old as they told
of these eternal winters that cleanses the soul. And the years keep passing by. The years keep passing by. But time never goes away. In their cruel assertion of affliction, the years are relentless. The years are black and grey. Those years were a real pleasure in life.
I'm not taking the chances to be a warrior. The world is a very secret place. Nobody knows the true treasures of your eyes but me. This mainly occurs because life is suffering. Life is the night in a never-ending rain. Life is the truth, but only God
A prose poem by Wagner Hertzog
There is a higher meaning about the world that surrounds my thoughts. Instantly shaken by the invisible turmoil of uncertain dark and glorious days, the lancinating spirit of my shadows now suppress the disdain of a lonely solidarity with vain certainty. Today the universe seems to rule preordained emotions without any consideration.
These days of unbearable exhaustion, no things were left without some sort of prejudice.
But all the long nights and thoughts of exterior quietness feel like a reversed mode of paradise. Paradoxically, there are so many things out of sight, I feel no right to express in external places the ambiguous reality of my soul choice.
In the epicenter of my thoughts, I want to go to faraway places. I need to go where the sun never sleeps. I want to go where a perpetual radio station lives. I want to be alone in an everlasting place where the sun never seeks the end of interior displaced delusions.
I clearly think life it’s not just what appears for us to be:
Life always seems so devastating! Life always seems so powerful and distressing and destructive. Resting over the moon, in the shadows of a serenity field, where everyone that addresses the code of comfort appears to be quiet and realized. Life is the painstaking and useless opinions of others, but what do I know about life’s contradictory tears, or life's wasted years? Probably, just what I have been watching closely.
I certainly see some days longer. Some days seems endless. This everlasting circle of life seems so disturbing for so many times. This circle of life seems so full of senseless disturbing visions of unseen things. Everybody keeps looking at me, but I don't want anybody close to me.
Unfortunately, it seems that I will always have those endless days of corrosive black rain. Reminding me of things long past. Reminding me of days that will not come back. Reminding me of days of disturbing melancholic passages of darkness and sickness, of the darkest sadness of the paralyzing agony of the living emptiness. Days so dark and so obscure and so furious that they were always filled with a deeply oppressive agony. And yet, happiness and optimism always prevailed, and the everlasting light of a glorious day always managed to shine incredibly strong.
But, do not worry. Merchants Of Air are here with the alternatives. We digged deep into the world of non-cringeworthy music, searching for anything that is somehow connected with the LGBT community.
Judas Priest - Breaking The Law
Judas Priest are widely regarded as one of the most influential bands in the history of heavy metal, and with good reason too. They helped create the sound of generations to come. They also modeled a large part of the heavy metal fashion styles. Leather has become immensely popular among metalheads far and wide. Rob Halford didn't wear those because he was a metalhead, he wore those because he's gay. After years of silence, isolation and depression, Halford finally came out in 1998. He is still considered a metal god, regardless of his sexual preferences.
Type O Negative - My Girlfriend's Girlfriend
I know men whose girlfriend left them for another girl. It made them question their own manhood, as in "what have I done wrong?". Peter Steele seemingly thought otherwise, he created one of his greatest tunes based on this love triangle.
Reel Big Fish - She has a girlfriend now
Ska punkers Reel Big Fish created this lively tune around the same theme: girlfriends who suddenly become lesbians. No triangle here, just a guy wondering if he really messed up for all the men. He probably did...
Life Of Agony - A Place Where There's No More Pain
Alternative metal band Life Of Agony formed in 1989 and quickly became a well respected band all over the world. Their 1993 album 'River Runs Red' is widely regarded as a classic in the genre. In July 2011, after performing for more than twenty years as a man, front woman Mina Caputo (born Keith) came out as transgender and began referring to herself with female pronouns.
Willie Nelson - Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond Of Each Other)
Country legend Willie Nelson covers a song by Latin country musician Ned Sublette, written in 1981. The lyrics satirize the stereotypes associated with cowboys and gay men, such as in the lyrics relating western wear to the leather subculture with the line: "What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?"
Green Day - Coming Clean
Many adolescents struggle with their sexuality. The song "Coming Clean" by American punk rockers Green Day deals with Billie Joe Armstrong's coming to terms with his bisexuality when he was 16 and 17 years old.
Suede - Animal Nitrate
One of the greatest britpop songs ever composed was written by (in Brett Anderson's own words) "a bisexual man who never had a homosexual experience." The video was banned for its depiction of two men engaging in a kiss.
Faith No More - Be Aggressive
You could have seen this one coming, as it features the lyrics 'I Swallow, I Swallow, I Swallow'. Yes, this is a song about a man giving another man a blow job. It's written by keyboardist Roddy Bottum, who came out in 1993.
Gorgoroth - Carving a Giant
Into the extreme (Satanic) underground we find a legendary and frightening man. He calls himself Gaahl and he fronts the black metal band Gorgoroth. He is anti-Christian and a Satan worshipper. He spent nine months in prison for torturing a man. He came out as gay in an interview in 2008.
The Kinks - Lola
British band The Kinks scored a massive hit with this song, which incidentally describes a young man falling for the charms of an experienced drag queen. Lead guitarist Dave Davies never made his sexual escapades with woman and men a secret, and became an inspiration for many outing artists ever since.
"How do you come up with these lists?" you might ask. Well, they just pop up in this busy little blob of grey mass under my skull. My brain is connected with a parallel universe, the one we call music, causing me to find multiple songs for each occasion, event or situation.
This list was set up after a conversation about life, friendship and altruism. We don't always talk about football, fidget spinners or the neighbour's affairs in this household. At one point in the conversation, I uttered the phrase "Don't shit where you eat" and a new '15 Songs' lists was born. Enjoy... because in the end, in a world with politicians, lawyers and other parasites, most musicians are the only ones we can truly trust...
Ween - Don't Shit Where You Eat
So yes, Ween caused all this, earning them the first spot on this list. The advice here is pretty clear, I think. No further explanation needed.
Monty Python - Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life
I know. This one will end up in a lot of lists, including some on Merchants Of Air, but hey, it's Monty Python. They're always welcome...
Iron Maiden - Be Quick Or Be Dead
This is also a very good one, sometimes the best thing you can do is run, fast.
Ramones - Don't Bust My Chops
This should be basic knowledge. If you don't want any trouble, stop pissing people off. Easy peasy...
The Buoys - Give Up Your Guns
Deeper back into history we find some really good advice from The Buoys.
"No you can't live by the bullet,
But you sure as death can die,
My love, give up your guns or say goodbye, goodbye"
Pink Floyd - Careful With That Axe, Eugene
This mostly instrumental jam by Pink Floyd is an amazing piece of music, recorded in 1968. And yeah, you should be careful with axes.
Beastie Boys - (You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)
Because yeah, Beastie Boys. With all the regulations, limitations and taxations, having a great time with friends is getting tough.
Petula Clark - Don't Sleep In The Subway
In the lyrics the narrator advises her sweetheart against storming out after an argument due to his "foolish pride". If he does, he will "sleep in the subway" or "stand in the pouring rain" merely to prove his point. Stupid isn't it?
Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way
Personally, I think the title for this timeless classic by Fleetwood Mac is some very good advice. Go your own way, do your own thing, be yourself. It shouldn't be that hard.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs - Whistle While You Work
What? It's advice. And yes, we are a little weird here...
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Teach Your Children
It might sound cheesy (but not as cheesy as the last song on this list) but children are our future and if their parents don't do their job, the future looks pale. It's as easy as saying 'hello'.
Anthrax - Refuse to be Denied
Here's some punch-in-the-teeth advice by thrash metal superstars Anthrax. It's a song about coming up for yourself, something we all need to do once in a while.
U.S.U.R.A. - Open Your Mind
"There's got to be thousands of songs with the 'Open Your Mind' title", she said. I answered with some old school techno. Hurray...
Björk - Declare Independence
Björk even goes a bit further and blasts some industrial propaganda through our speakers. Time to rave...
Beatles - Love Is All You Need
And as promised, we end in a cheesy way, cheesy but so true.
A brief analysis inside an autocracy
Article by Wagner Hertzog
Erdoğan seems to be politically recovering from the 2016 coup d'état attempts, appearing stronger than ever. Nevertheless, as his regime is becoming gradually more inflictive and restrictive, it’s no surprise that international observers now regard Turkey as an illiberal democracy. Erdoğan’s authoritarian inclinations now demonstrate to the world a pragmatic autocrat that inadvertently rules unopposed Turkish state institutions. The strikes systematically launched against the free press inherently reveal a remarkable and punctual concern about Erdoğan’s regime clearly becoming a dictatorship, and corroding democracy in Turkey. So, what the future has in the cards for this seemingly troubled country? And what will be Erdoğan’s next step? These are questions that are probably in the mind of each and every person accompanying the state of things in Turkey nowadays.
Erdoğan’s authoritarian style of government has made the headlines all around the globe. It is possible to see that Erdoğan deeply believes that a vertical rule is the most pragmatic resolution for the political instability that victimized the country for so long. But as the truth slowly emerges, as corruption scandals torn the country apart, his name appears as one of the political leaders compromised in illicit affairs.
Mainly concerned with coup attempts, Erdoğan is willing to incarcerate each and every individual who may try to interrupt his rule, or dispose him from office. Analyzing the situation under Erdoğan’s perspective, a powerful leader with a strong, inflexible agenda will have better opportunities to rule the country without any interruption or concerns. From this point of view, progress and development can become a gradual reality for all Turks, if he can concentrate in government issues for the benefits of the population. And given the fact that Turkey indeed has been suffering from chronic political instability, this appears to be the best solution.
But in practice, this means the establishment of horrifying measures for this to work: an authoritarian rule, almost absolute, will have to take place to sustain this structure. Persecuting and incarcerating opposition parties and forbidding the free press to remain active are some of the hardest measures taken by Erdoğan.
How sincere Erdoğan really is is a matter of debate. Like all statesmen, he goes where the wind of the political agenda takes him, going all the necessary steps to maintain his circle of power and influence. With his name compromised in a series of political scandals and upheavals, the political arena is yet to see Erdoğan taking more humble and humanitarian efforts, not only for the sake of the political office, his government or his political objectives, but also with the main concern of benefiting the Turks in general, for once and for all.