Sunday, July 16, 2017

Words Of Advice ....

For Young People. Bill Laswell and Material on the album Hallucination Engine from 1994. With a side of William S. Burroughs. enjoy ...

Well here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.
Never interfere in a boy-and-girl fight.
Beware of whores who say they don't want money.
The hell they don't.
What they mean is they want more money. Much more.
If you're doing business with a religious sonofabitch,
Get it in writing.
His word isn't worth shit.
Not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.

Words of advice for young people.

If after having been exposed to someone's presence
You feel as if you've lost a quart of plasma,
Avoid that presence.
You need it like you need pernicious anemia.
Don't like to hear the word vampire around here.
Trying to improve our public image.

Build up a kindly, avuncular, benevolent image.
Interdependence is the key word.
Enlightened interdependence.
Life in all it's rich variety.
Take a little, leave a little.
However, by the inexorable logistics of the vampiric pyrosis
They always take more than they need.

Now some of you may encounter the Devil's Bargain,
If you get that far.
Any old soul is worth saving,
At least to a priest,
But not every soul is worth buying.
So you can take the offer as a compliment.
He tries the easy ones first.
You know like money,
All the money there is.
Yeah, but who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery?
Money won't buy.
Not much left to spend it on, eh gramps?
Getting too old to cut the mustard.
Well time hits the hardest blows,
Especially below the belt.
How's a young body grab you?
Like three card monte, like pea under the shell,
Now you see it, now you don't.
Haven't you forgotten something, gramps?
In order to feel something,
You have to be there.
You have to be eighteen.
You're not eighteen.
You are seventy-eight.
Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.

Words of advice for young people.


  1. Cool. I have a variation of the Burroughs bit on an album that Hal Willner produced for him in about 1993 called "Spare Ass Annie and Other Tales."

    I also have a Laswell/Material album that has a few Burroughs tracks and remixes. Good stuff. I miss Burroughs.

  2. A desolate crossroad in south Texas. Gusty winds sweep a lone tumbleweed and a cloud of dust through the intersection in total disregard for the four rusty stop signs. Ahead in the distance an empty, deserted, broken-down and crumbling used car lot - long gone out of business. One single logging chain draped across the drive-in entrance with a large sign hanging beneath. As a train wails faintly in the distance, the wind gusts again. The words on the sign below the chain read ...
    "I Shot William S. Burroughs"


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