The e-Males

there was no internet back in the Kraftwerk days! There was some loneliness though. And does it have to be a bad thing? Does loneliness have to be always bad?

...well this blue work says that if love has to confront all anti-loneliness stereotypes then sex could not be more free from communication stereotypes as well.
hmmm... it sometimes works though...




This city is not a home – How does it feel alone?
Leaving the dim lights, afraid of the street-fights
Hurrying his way home…
He signs in a crowded room – a name not misunderstood
In front of the desktop now he’s a .::^mad_top^::.
Checking for guys in the mood…

"I need a sex drive deal – Got a 7’’ for real"
"Sign out, drop by, get it on, feel high"
Life is too unreal

We’re e-Talking
e-Signing
e-Hiding
e-Lying
e-Moving
e-Feeling
e-Loving
e-Breeding

All these words seem wrong! What happens when he’s home?
There are light years far away from the space bar
Lost in PleasureDome…
The city is not a home: He’s done, he’s dry, he’s blown
Fear is his passion and pain is no fashion
Still he cries when he is not alone

τι πίνεις και δε δίνεις...

ε, είπα να κάτσω για λίγο να bloggάρω όπως κάνει ο νορμάλ κόσμος. Να μη το έχω το κακόμοιρο το blog παρατημένο ή μόνο για μουσικοχορευτικά!
Ωραίο το τριτιάτικο σήμερα: Ξύπνησα αχάραγα, δουλειά, εκπομπή στο wave, ξανά δουλειά... όλα αυτά πνιγμένα στην απάθεια! Αλήθεια. Το post-εορταστικό, η καινούργια χρονιά, η πολλή αισιοδοξία για το τίποτα, συγγνώμη την καινούργια δεκαετία εννοούσα!
Ωραίο πράγμα και η απάθεια! Κάνεις ό,τι θες και λογαριασμό δε δίνεις! Πλαντάζεις στο True Blood μέχρι να χάσεις κάθε επαφή με την πραγματικότητα ή μέχρι να χάσεις κάθε ενδιαφέρον για την πραγματικότητα:

μισό γιατί είμαι στη δουλειά και επιστρέφω σε 2'' με επιλέον...

Μπα... άστο καλύτερα.
Ε? ωραία δεν είναι η απάθεια???

Zombie

Giorgiooo!!


Luciooo!!!


A hairless guy and a nerd tell me that power has an inhuman nature!



Unleash your queer zombies!!!







[extracts from George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead]

I’ m dying in a snuff way, met my deadly squad from the eyes of Bruce Campbell
I’ m lost among the implications, the secrets of stereotypes killing my sense of ego

…I wish I was there to see, I wish I was there to speak
…Time to feel …to be
…I wish I was there to see, I wish I was there to speak
…Time to feel …Time to be a Zombie

I’m in a loop of showing off, ever shining star in the eyes of CCTV
Ready with my vengeance now, my electronic wet-dreams on little-zero-non people

…I wish I was there to see, I wish I was there to speak
…Time to feel …to be
…I wish I was there to see, I wish I was there to speak
…Time to feel …Time to be a Zombie

Blood Brothers

I know some of you like this one better! A strange case of a mashup: reality mixed with fiction, my memories of a life i don't feel nostalgic for along with close friends' traumas...
All that put opposite to the samples of a christian cult preaching about how the right thing is done and what people should expect from god when they do it!
An electronic prayer of the unrighteous? Who knows...

P.S. a big BIG "thank you" to my sooo talented friend d:tek for giving this song a modest and very nu-romantic soul with his voice!


BlueWorks feat d:tek - Blood Brothers by BlueWorks






In case chaos shows up I’ll be right beside you
‘cause we carry the same blood!!!
This city will surround us, silent walls around us
But we carry the same blood!!!
…‘cause I’ve been feeling this way since 7th grade
And I never knew you’ve been making it straight
And I’ve lost some time on fours with boys like you
‘cause I didn’t know what they were going to play
but your lips made my dreams go grey
And I had to dream while dragged through mud
How long I’ve been wasting blood?
Oh, how long I’ve been wasting blood!!

How come I stand haunted with photos back in high school?
I dream you carry the same spark
Please don’t leave me alone, I can’t see you clearly
Please stand out from the dark
‘cause we look just like anyone else
And we make love like anyone else
We’re sharing the same blood
And ‘cause it’s 5 o’ clock in the afternoon
I’m having a risky trip round moon
…my final spot close to god…
How long I’ve been wasting blood?
Oh, how long I’ve been wasting blood!!

call me BlueWorks call me mr Blue

BlueWorks communicates through music. It’s not our choice.

BlueWorks admires musicians who are not trying for epic songs, eternal anthems and masterpieces.

BlueWorks respects people who don’t think of themselves as artists. It’s someone else’s job to decide about art.

BlueWorks despises fashion. It reproduces fascists and victims.

BlueWorks is frustrated by politicized sex. We make love like dictators and fuck like slaves.

BlueWorks is not trying to change the world. People never change for real.

BlueWorks believes in the evolution of species and life itself. Philosophy has convinced people that our individual life and death has some kind of importance in the universe. Ask the rest of the animals.

BlueWorks respects money. Almost everything – especially social relations, self confidence and health – has its price.

BlueWorks has checked that the only thing that can’t be bought is devotion…

BlueWorks respects heroes. It finds them in comics, movies, books and next door.

BlueWorks respects brainlessness. No matter how hard you try, you and your work will be diminished with just one phrase of ignorance.

BlueWorks watches TV. It’s the real trash art.