Spike Jones and his City Slickers "Der Fuehrer's Face"

When der Fuehrer says: "We ist der masterrace"
We Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face
Not to love der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face!

When Herr Goebbels says: "We own der world und space!"
We Hail! Hail! right in Herr Goebbel's Face!
When Herr Göring says: "They'll never bomb this place!"
We Hail! Hail! right in Herr Göring's face!
Are we not the supermen?
Aryan pure supermen?
Ja, we ist der supermen
Super - duper supermen!
Ist this Nazi land so good?
Would you leave it, if you could?
Ja, this Nutzi land is good!
Vee would leave it, if we could!
We bring the world to order
Hail Hitler's world new order!
Everyone of foreign race
will love der Fuehrer's face
When we bring to der world disorder!
When der Fuehrer says: "We ist der masterrace"
We Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face
Not to love der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face!

When der Fuehrer says: "We ist der masterrace"
We Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face
Not to love der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we Hail! Hail! right in der Fuehrer's Face!

(When der Fuehrer says: "We never will be slaves!")
(We Hail! Hail! But still we work like slaves.)
(While der Fuehrer brags and lies and rants and raves)
(We Hail! Hail! and work into our graves!)

(When der Fuehrer yells: "I got to have more shells!")
(We Hail! Hail! for him we make more shells)
(If one little shell should blow him right to hell)
(We Hail! Hail! and wouldn't that be swell?)

Tom Lehrer "National Brotherhood Week"

Oh, the white folks hate the black folks.
And the black folks, hate the white folks
To hate all but the right folks
is an old established rule. But during...
National Brotherhood Week
National Brotherhood Week
Lena Horn C. Cassius Clay and Sheriff Clark Mrs. Wallace are dancing cheek to cheek, it's
fun to eulogize the
people you despise
as long you don't let them in your school.

Oh, the poor folks, hate the rich folks
and the rich folks hate the poor folks.
All of my folks hate all of your folks.
It's American as apple pie. But during...
National Brotherhood Week
National Brotherhood Week
New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'cause it's very chique
Step up and shake the hand of
someone you can't stand
you can tolerate him if you try.

Oh the Protestants hate the Catholics
and the Catholics hate the Protestants
and the Hindus hate the Muslims
and everybody hates the Jews, but during
National Brotherhood Week
National Brotherhood Week its
national everyone smile at
one another-hood week, be
nice to people who are
inferior to you,
it's only for a week so have no fear
be grateful that it doesn't last all year

from dusk till dawn

    From a press release issued last summer by the San Diego Wild Animal Park to promote the zoo's Night Moves tour. The three hour tour, offered on Saturday nights, cost $150 per couple: 

    This summer the park premieres the Night Moves tour, focusing on the wild courtship and mating rituals of the facility's exotic-and erotic-residents. Did you know that lions can mate fifty times a day, and that the gorilla who's smitten gets bitten if he tries to force his affection? These are just a few of the examples of what goes on "behind closed gates" at the San Diego Wild Animal Park 

    A unique dating experience, the Night Moves tour includes a romantic evening drive into the park's huge field enclosures, where inquisitive giraffes and rhinos wander within inches of the open safari truck. Safari guides share anecdotes, show some of the gadgets and techniques used by matchmaking zookeepers, and take memento photos of tour participants. 

    After sunset, the truck stops at romantic Amani Point, a secluded spot offering panoramic, moonlit views of the Eastern and South African waterholes. Here guests can snuggle with their sweeties as they enjoy liqueur-spike coffee and choose from a selection of sinful desserts. A Wild Animal Park expert is on hand to talk about reproductive behaviour in the animal kingdom. 

    The tour is tasteful, but guaranteed to put one in the mood.

Quelle: vergessen...

fun the russian way

From issue #5 of "The Living Here Guide to Clubs and Bars" an English-language biweekly published in Moscow.
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Zhar-Ptitsa
Kudrinskaya Ploshad 1
WHY: Genuine Seventies-style glitter ball on the dance floor. Fake Italian-style patio restaurant in the underground lobby, complete with plastic vines. Moscow's underworld in all their Armani/Versace splendor.
WHY NOT: Expensive, unfriendly. Identical to a million new Russian hangouts.
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Jacko's Casino Moskva
Hotel Leningradskaya
WHY: Famous pickup joint. Wonderfully cheesy. Mixed expat/Russian crowd. Poppy disco with large, low-rollers' casino in the next room.
WHY NOT: Has lost most of its atmosphere. Pyschotic bouncers. Most girls now cheap whores.
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Bely Tarakan (The White Cockroach)
Marshala Rybalko, Ulitsa 12, korp. 1
WHY: Some echoes of its legendary predecessor. Good billiards.
WHY NOT: Sadly, has become a bandit hangout.
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Bogdan's
address changes
WHY: Rave scene. Giant TV images and pulsating lasers make you think you're seeing God.
WHY NOT: Danger of OD'ing on cheap Polish ecstacy.
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Golden Palace
3rd Yamskogo Poly, 15
WHY: Awesome gaudy, high rolling casino bar. Perspex floor near entrance, with fish swimming below your feet.
WHY NOT: Very expensive. Evil-looking Vietnamese clients and shotgun-toting security give the place a Deer Hunter feel.
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Kakudu
Leninsky Pr.
WHY: Bucket-size pina coladas. Impressionable Russian girls think it's sophisticated.
WHY NOT: Faux South Pacific decor. Mirrors around the dance floor. Sullen, Caucasian businessmen and their pouting molls.
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Marika
Ulitsa Perrovka
WHY: Come here to gawk at Moscow's coked-up femme-fatale elite. End your evening by getting your date stolen and your life threatened by slobbering drunk mafiosi and their unshaven thugs.
WHY NOT: You still have some dignity.
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Voyazh Club
Altufyevskoe Shosse 13, korp. 2
WHY: Real rock club, heavy leathers and bikers. Double-level stage. Cheap.
WHY NOT: Critical crowd. Singer was dragged from the stage last year and killed by an angry audience. 

Quelle: vergessen...

the walking laboratory

From an interview with Kieth Richards in the December 1995 issue of Details magazine:


MIM: Are there any drugs you haven't done?


Keith: Oh yeh, there's loads of the new ones. I have no time for the modern drugs, because they've gone to all this trouble to take the high out. What's the point of taking those drugs? And they're bad for you! Quite honestly, if you want to go to sleep you're better of with a good old barbiturate like Tuinal or Nembutal or Seconal. It works straight on your heart and it'll be flushed out of your body the next day. But nooooo. They're going to make you a drug that they don't know what it does to you. They'd rather kill you than have you get a buzz. I've studied this shit. I'm a walking laboratory. 

MIM: You know, I believe a few people may have died taking barbiturates.


Keith: Yeah, they sure have, but a lot more have died on your Xanaxes and Halcions and goddamn Quaaludes and all that other stuff they've been giving you all since. This is what makes people drive into restaurants and post offices and blow people away. You find out afterward they're into this newfangled nonsense. I mean with barbiturates, if you want to overdo it and take ten, you're only going to kill yourself. I mean, maybe. Maybe not. 

Quelle: vergessen...

the skating dumbass

From a letter to the editor in the August 95 issue of Thrasher, a monthly skateboarding magazine:
To the editor:

    All right, call me a dumbfuck, but I just found out the other day that Washington, D.C., isn't in the state of Washington. The sad thing is that I am eighteen and never knew this. I passed both government and geography - how I made it through without knowing this, I don't know. I've read stories in Thrasher on D.C. skaters and skate spots too. I found out where it was by looking for it on this U.S. map. I just want to say fuck everyone for never telling me, and I think you should print this because I don't want this to happen to anyone else.

D.C. Dumbass
 
Westminster, CA

Quelle: vergessen...

subtitle or not to subtitle

From a list of English subtitles used in films made in Hong Kong, compiled by Stefan Hammand and Mike Wilkins for their book: Sex and Zen & a Bullet in the Head: 

I am damn unsatisfied to be killed in this way. 

Fatty, you with your thick face have hurt my inseam. 

Gun wounds again? 

Same old rules: no eyes, no groin. 

A normal person wouldn't steal pituitaries. 

Damn, I'll burn you into a BBQ ckicken! 

Take my advice, or I'll spank you without pants.. 

Who gave you the nerve to get killed here? 

Quiet or I'll blow your throat up. 

You always use violence. I should've ordered glutinous rice chicken. 

I'll fire aimlessly if you don't come out! 

You daring lousy guy. 

Beat him out of recognizable shape! 

I have been scared shitless too much lately. 

I got knife scars more than the number of your leg's hair. 

Beware! Your bones are going to be disconnected. 

How can you use my intestines as a gift?! 

The bullets inside are very hot. Why do I feel so cold? 

Quelle: vergessen...